Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Everyone didn't have time to condemn Patch's behavior just now and concentrate on thinking about solutions.

Patch asked: With Wuming making such a fuss, what's the current situation at the junction?

Serui reported back:

The bad news is that a large amount of high-temperature ash fell near the Royal City, which was devastated. The good news is that because of the demolition and reconstruction project, there are very few people near Rodel.

But we have a lot of workers. Are ours the only ones who are dead? Patch asked.

Fortunately, our people have been attacked by the Golden People many times, so they are equipped with Tops force fields, so casualties are limited. Serui said, And our people have better physical strength and have more energy to escape.

Serui looked at Hei Ri:

Another bad news is that the speed at which he devours the golden tree is accelerating. According to this trend, it is expected that he will completely devour the main trunk of the golden tree and reach the foot of the tree in an hour. I don't know how long the roots of the tree can last.

It won't last long. Melina said, Many of the tree roots are broken.

Optimistically, at least he won't be covering the whole border directly along the tree roots, Patch said.

Serui paused, as if he was receiving some information. After a moment, he spoke again:

Elepsy has broken out all over the border, probably because they saw the golden tree disappear and their faith collapsed. The medical system is collapsing. Our camps everywhere are also being affected.

It's messy enough. Patch commented, knowing that it couldn't be delayed any longer.

Wuming has experienced too much warmth in the apocalypse, but Patch knows that if all the light at the junction is taken away, things more tragic than the Shattered War will only follow.

Troubled times will only bring great misery. Although a little warmth will appear extra warm, it will not be able to light up the dark winter.

Considering that Wuming's madness was also caused by despair, if the border area was a little more chaotic, it would be even more difficult for Wuming to recover. Just like the golden power he keeps accumulating, despair is also accumulating. The later it gets, the harder it is to recover.

Who has the best fire resistance? Patch started to shake people. Who has the best fire resistance? Where's Alexander?

Alexander is dead. Se Lian reminded him abruptly.

Where's Racade?

What do you think? Tanith said.

How about calling the Fire Giant?

The flame giant should also be dead. Melina looked at the fire in the cauldron, otherwise the flame cauldron would not have been ignited. Those resurrected giants should be controlled by Chapolili.

Patch looked at Millicent, who looked embarrassed. She had just tried to get closer, but was unable to control the violent heat waves. This was just the trace left by Wuming's first explosion. If he wanted to solve the black sun, Millicent couldn't imagine how close he would get.

It's too big, Millicent said. I can't think of a way to do it.

Patch fell into deep thought:

In this case, we can only call the fire slugs...

Be serious, it's going to be the end of the world. Tanith tugged on Patch's ear.

Only we can't help it. Patch also admitted, This matter is not our own business. Let's call all the big guys at the border.

Patch started contacting each other one by one.

Broken Star can fly and should be able to bring us close to the Golden Tree.

The projection magic took effect, but Latarn didn't pick it up.

Patch looked for Godfrey again, but was also unable to contact him.

Unable to contact the two powerful combatants, Patch contacted Man Yue instead.

Man Yue agreed to help, but bluntly stated that there was no guarantee of success.

After the black sun appeared, it expanded more and more as it devoured the golden tree. In front of the expanding black sun, the full moon on the horizon looked increasingly dimmer.

Queen Kallia, who is well versed in stargazing, does not believe that such a celestial phenomenon heralds her victory.

You'd better find a few more people. Lenora reminded Patch.

Patch opened the yellow pages and contacted the famous people who had worked with him one by one.

Even found the Round Table Hall.

Sir Bai Zhi, you should have seen that the border area is now in a serious crisis. We need the power of the Round Table and your wisdom. Patch said.

Bai Zhi rejected it very quickly:

The Round Table Hall will not be involved.

You don't want to participate in such a big thing? Patch said, When it's done, I'll give you a big rune.

Of course Patch didn't have a big rune in his hand, he just wanted to trick Baozhi's power first.

Who would have thought that Baizhi still refused, as if he could see through Patch's mind.

Patch had no choice but to give up.

Over in the round table hall, Baizhi sat at the desk, calmly staring at a complex network of relationships drawn in front of the desk.

Boss, do we really not need to take action? Baizhi's subordinates were shocked and confused.

No need to take action. Bai Zhi was very calm, Everything is under Queen Malika's calculation.

Just as he was talking, the round table hall suddenly became dark.

On the walls of the round table hall, a black sludge-like substance continued to seep down from above, blocking the light.

Don't you need it now? The voices of the ears and eyes became more and more frightened.

No, everything must be according to Queen Malika's plan! We just need to wait and see what happens. Baizhi's voice echoed in the darkness.

Patch looked over and cut off the communication:

The Round Table refused...

Patch asked Serui, Is there anyone else we can contact?

Se Rui shook his head:

That's all we can find.

Patch scratched his bald head and looked anxious.

Melina stared at Patch, watching him come all the way.

You've been looking for someone, but you haven't given a specific solution yet, Melina said.

I'm looking for someone to brainstorm ideas, Patch said.

That's too slow. Melina said, I obviously have a way.

How to kill Wuming? Patch said noncommittally, I don't want to have a violent conflict with that guy.

I'm afraid we don't have a better way. Melina said, Do you not want to conflict with him, or do you not want to kill him?

Patch glanced at Melina:

Little girl, don't think that I am merciful. I have killed that guy, but every time he will be resurrected and become stronger. He is an immortal. Before completing the goal, he will not die unless his mind collapses and gives up the mission. . And that guy’s goal is to collect enough runes to make him the sun, and his will is terrifyingly strong.”

So a destined death is needed to end his all-devouring rage. There is no other way. Melina said, Send me close to him, and then let me kill him.

Are you sure? Patch asked.

Melina said: I have-

She didn't. Michaela's voice echoed from everyone's hearts, I will solve the nameless problem.

Mikaela rarely projected her own phantom, and her voice was somewhat suppressed and cold:

By the way, we'll also deal with Chapolili.

What can you do? Patch asked.

What can he do? He has no fighting ability. Melina looked unhappy, You just don't want me to take action, right?

Those who advance with the fire will one day meet their destined death. Michaela chanted the prophecy, Do you want to die with Wuming?

What does it have to do with you? Melina said, You have already deprived me of my mission, and you want to deprive me of the opportunity to save the Junction?

I don't have the energy to argue with you now. Michaela's voice echoed, Patch, I have a way to kill Wuming. There is no need to sacrifice Melina.

It doesn't matter to me who of you sacrifices. Patch said, Stop acting like crazy here and give me a plan quickly. Let me tell you first, I am not optimistic about Melina because I don't think she can kill that person. Guy. That guy's vitality is more terrifying than you think. As long as his will is immortal, he can't die.

It can be seen. Michaela said, He has collected a huge amount of runes, and now he has swallowed the golden tree. No one or god can match the power of the current Wuming. Except for the one who shaped the pattern of the junction. exist.

The dignified demigods won't be like those priests who just close their eyes and wait for the supreme will to come to the rescue, right? Patch said.

He is very mentally unstable now. Rather, the reason why he is like this is because he is going crazy. Mikayla said, And what I am good at is controlling the mind.

Did you make Wuming like this?

How is it possible? I'm not the only one who has the ability to play with people's hearts. Michaela said, But you also said that you just need to find a way to make him lose his heart, right? You can't get close to him covered in flames. But his fire cannot burn my dreams.”

Michaela said: I will pull you all into the dream, where you will have the opportunity to get close to the nameless mind and kill his heart.

Can't you comfort him? Patch asked.

Unfortunately, my power has little effect on him. Michaela said, The most it can do is pull you all into a dreamland that has nothing to do with strength. Then it's time to compete with willpower. Maybe you can suppress him. ’s mind to appease him.”

That guy's willpower isn't weak either... Patch muttered.

But there are many of us, Michaela said. There are very many of us.

Following Michaela's words, half of the border area was filled with lavender mist.

On the border, those people who were frightened, fearful, and angry because they saw the golden tree disappear fell into sleep in a state of confusion.

Everyone's laments and resentments were also included in the dream, turning into huge waves and crashing into the nameless soul.

The strength of the body is no longer important, and the tenacious will bursts out with shining light in the ocean of the soul. Those with strong willpower and clear goals stand out. It strikes the nameless person at the center of the contradiction in an abstract state.

The girl stood above the ocean of the soul, her thick curly silver hair covering her eyes, and the eye-hair ornament between her eyebrows overlooking all living beings.

From Michaela's perspective, Nameless was like a voodoo doll in the center, surrounded by thousands of spikes, so dense that they formed a shrinking wall, squeezing towards him.

In reality, Wuming is as strong as a world-destroying monster, but here he can only be torn apart like a helpless puppet.

Michaela thought this way, and suddenly felt that the helpless doll glanced at him.

The next moment, in Michaela's sight, Wuming disappeared.

The wall that was originally piercing the nameless collided with each other, and the hearts of countless people collided, instantly turning into a dark quagmire, sinking a big pit in the hazy dream.

What is this... Michaela murmured.

Mikaila remembered that Wuming had gone to him for advice on how to use dreams to soothe epilepsy.

Michaela guessed that Wuming was not ignorant about the mysterious dream, but she didn't expect that he could do it to such an extent.

He looked at the beings at his feet. All hearts are intertwined and restrained by each other, precipitating a dark abyss.

A stinging pain appeared, and Michaela felt that an extremely strong willpower was staring at her, and the first impact had been launched.

Michaela bit his lip. In addition to the will, he also felt a dark existence, a feeling of ambiguity and chaos.

Chapolili... Michaela murmured.

No wonder you feel like you're not trying your best. A man with short curly hair wearing classical clothes appeared in front of the silver-haired girl. It's not good to be distracted like this. Lady Michaela, or should I call you Saint Tolina? We are in reality. The battle here has yet to be decided.

Michaela closed her single eye between her eyebrows:

Your bewitchment is of no use to me. You are not an entity. If I want to defeat you, it is useless to kill your body in reality.

Still so awake in a dream, you are indeed a professional. Chappolili said, But you are wrong. The body of reality is still the carrier of the soul. You have pulled so many people into dreams - they are sleeping soundly in reality. Your body is in danger.

The corners of Xia Bolili's mouth curled up slightly:

Those warriors who are determined and have clear goals, and who have the opportunity to assassinate the unknown king, are almost all concentrated in the snowy mountains. It just so happens that there are many bodies in the snowy mountains that I can use.

Chapolili revolved around the silver-haired girl:

How are you going to deal with it? Release the hypnosis, wake up the warriors, and wait for the flames to devour everything. Or continue to maintain the dream and wait for the flame giants to devour everything? Give up, Lord Michaela, the flames will eventually devour everything, and all living things will eventually be reunited. Return to Chaos and put an end to the mistakes made by the Supreme Will.”

Shapolili lifted the silver hair that covered his eyes and looked into the eyes hidden behind the silver hair with a smile.

Shapolili was stunned. Behind his silver hair, there was a void.

Chapolili, you are wrong. Below the void, the small mouth opened, and the eyes on the hair that Chapolili had brushed were drooped, looking down at Chapolili, I did not treat everyone They are all closer to the dreamland. The two most powerful ones are still in the snowy mountains, fighting against your possessed giant.

There were only two of them, said Shapolilli.

Two extremely powerful people. Michaela said, Chapolili, don't you look down on mediocrity? It just so happens that you have two fighting geniuses to play with you now. You should be happy.

Michaela's silver hair curled around Shapolili's limbs, separated into two long strands, turned into ice picks, and stood in front of Shapolili's eyes.

The silver hair was gathered up, covering the void on her face, and Michaela spoke:

Will living beings return to chaos... Haha, such a boring concept, thank you for repeating it repeatedly, it makes me, the person in charge of dreams, feel sleepy. Chappoli, you are wrong a lot. I choose to be in reality at the same time. I dealt with you and Wuming in the dream, not because I was careless, but because I could do it. You have danced for long enough. From now on, you can feel my name, my holy tree Michaela, Pure gold.

The sharp blade pierced Shapolili's eye socket, and his long hair tore the phantom in the dream into pieces.

Michaela looked at the black vortex below, observed for a moment, and then with a little hand, a red-haired girl appeared.

Millicent subconsciously looked around and saw the image of the silver-haired girl Michaela, but she didn't recognize it for a moment.

You have a strong willpower and have the charm of my sister. Michaela said, I need your help for nameless things.

What do you want me to do? Millicent asked subconsciously.

In the current situation, it is impossible to rely on the collective mind to spontaneously solve Wuming. I will sort out the minds of the crowd and let their power converge instead of hedging and distorting it. Michaela said, I will disperse the power Give it to some people with strong willpower, and these spiritual powers will turn into your sharpest knives and become your cutting edge.

Michaela put her arm on Millicent's shoulders:

I know this is hard to accept - I need you to kill your teacher.