Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Stonewell, before the Storm Veil, the armor-clad Nameless confronts a tall, terrifying Omen.

Both sides looked at each other in silence, and there was only the sound of hunting.

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On the way to Stonewell City, Wuming encountered countless soldiers and sentries. There are tripping ropes, thorns, and ballistae blocking the road, and there are even giant-like mountain monsters blocking the road.

It's really strict. Wuming complained.

Because of these obstacles, Wuming had no choice but to dismount.

He is here to step on some points, not to flatten Storm City.

It was impossible to see even one's fingers in the wind and sand, and all the soldiers guarding the road were hidden in the dust.

Stonwell...let me lift your veil today. Wuming said softly.

His figure gradually disappeared, became transparent, and completely disappeared into the wind and sand.

Wuming walked carelessly through various sentries. Even though the wind and sand had disappeared, no soldiers saw him.

The light was distorted around him, and even the dark night magic of the magician killer did not have such a powerful effect.

Wuming swaggered through the city tunnel and saw the majestic Stonewell City in the distance.

So rich... Wuming looked at the city walls that were several meters thick and marveled, his eyes shining.

Just as he was about to go to the city, a golden light from high up came towards his face.

Wuming turned his head and avoided the blow.

The golden light penetrated deeply into the ground, and it was a golden dagger. The dagger turned into dots of golden light and dissipated in the air.

It's interesting. Wuming looked at the dagger.

Those brats can't see you, so don't think you can get past me. Someone said remotely in the sky, and the voice was ethereal in the storm of Stone City.

The man emerged from the golden light on the wall, jumped up high, and landed in front of Wuming, bringing up the wind and dust.

You stupid faded one, manipulated by the fire of ambition, you want to get the Ring of Elden? Then let Malkit, the 'evil omen demon', extinguish your ambition and life.

A figure appeared in the dust, carrying a terrifying momentum, leaning on a cane, tall and deformed.

It's a bad omen. If you are familiar with this name, just hearing it will make you hide your face and run away in fear.

It is synonymous with a filthy disease, a filth that the blessed avoid.

The dangerous tall figure and the deformed horns all over the body give people a double blow to intuition and reason.

Wuming squinted his eyes, waiting for the dust to dissipate.

He carefully looked at the ominous demon and ghost and said:

Why don't you wear clothes? Isn't it cold in such a strong wind?

In the venue, there was only the sound of hunting, and both sides fell into silence for a moment.

Bad Omen said in a deep voice: I'm wearing it.

Don't make trouble. Wuming made a horse stance, lowered his body, tilted his waist, and looked at Omen's lower body.

You know, the way to make a naked person feel more naked is to put on a cape.

Shut up, descendant of the warrior! You are so embarrassed for your ancestors! Bad Omen held a crutch in one hand, and condensed golden light in the other hand to transform into a golden hammer.

He jumped up high and hit it hard.

Wuming retreated and raised his shield:

I met someone before. His moves are quite similar to yours, and his words are the same. Have you discussed it?

Omen hit the ground with a heavy hammer, thrust out his cane, and hit the nameless shield, knocking him back.

Bad Omen said: What did you do to that person?

I robbed his horse. Wuming said, You can't do it anymore. You're covered in rags and a broken cane. You can't even rob him. It's better not to fight.

Bad Omen didn't respond, and continued to strike like crazy. Wuming's shield was instantly swung away, and then he smashed Wuming away with a hammer.

That's not all yet, Bad Omen threw another golden spear, nailing Wuming in mid-air to the wall.

A hole was nailed into Wuming's strong armor, until the spear dissipated into golden light, and he slowly slid down the wall.

Omen did not continue to attack, he frowned and observed the Faded One.

He blasted a hole in the armor, but no blood flowed out. Looking along the hole, it looks like there are holes in the armor, or there is some kind of abyss, slowly flowing.

Ahem. Wuming leaned against the wall and coughed a few times, It feels really bad...

Who are you? Faded One, tell me your name. The evil omen demon grasped the cane, and this time he was ready to pierce the enemy's helmet.

Wuming ignored him and muttered to himself:

Golden spear, golden sledgehammer, what a bad feeling...

Wuming stood up straight, clearly looking up, but with a look of disdain in his eyes:

I wanted to fight you as a warrior, but you actually used miracles. Then I will use combat skills too.

The nameless sword pointed at the bad omen and began to say harsh words:

That... Ma... Ji Shalet.

It's Malkit.

Malkit, this long sword of mine is filled with the soul of a warrior. Don't be too arrogant. I advise you to surrender as soon as possible. Be careful of pretending to be struck by lightning.

Stained with warrior souls? Malkit said, Ashes? Are you someone sent by Lienia?

It's the soul of a warrior. What are ashes? Do you understand the martial soul? Wuming said, The warrior's martial arts that have been refined over time are condensed in the weapon, which is the martial soul.

What a shameless talk. You, a faded person who has insulted our ancestors, dare to talk about warriors. Bad Omen rushed towards Wuming, twisted his body and swung the stick, and the crutch brought up a strong wind and blew towards Wuming.

Wuming raised the shield and deflected it slightly.

The powerful and heavy crutch knocked Wuming to the ground on one knee, but he finally resisted the blow and swung the crutch away with the force, causing Ominous Omen's chest to open wide.

Wuming struggled up and stabbed at Bad Omen's chest.

With a ding sound, a golden shield appeared in Omen's other hand, blocking his chest.

It's over, Faded One. Bad Omen said coldly, and the cane was already swung out again.

My martial arts embodies the spirit of a warrior. Wuming said, I have also faced annoying enemies with golden guns and golden hammers, but our light shines brighter than gold.

Over the dark clouds of Stone City, a golden thunderbolt fell, instantly hitting the ominous monster. The blazing golden thunder penetrated Bad Omen's body, penetrated the shield in his hand, and finally fell into the nameless sword.

The golden lightning spread along the long sword, to the whole body of the armor, and finally guided to the ground, spreading out a circle of lightning.

How is it possible... The body of the evil omen demon ghost began to disintegrate, but it did not show any pain. He stared at the nameless sword.

There is a trace of lightning wrapped around the long sword.

Wangcheng Ancient Dragon Faith...who are you...

The figure of the ominous demon ghost disintegrated, turning into little golden lights like those golden weapons.

Wuming looked at those golden lights and was a little stunned:

The whole body is actually an incarnation. How strong is this guy's body?

Wuming looked around cautiously, fearing that the mysterious evil spirit would project another incarnation.

But he did not wait in the end and was able to reach the gate of Stone City smoothly.

In the distant royal city of Rodel, in the shadow behind the throne, the tall and terrifying figure with long horns was silently meditating.

He had not seen such dazzling golden light for a long time.

He had seen that kind of golden light once, when the world was still very beautiful.

All collapse began from the moment that proud golden thunder passed away.

Brother... the ugly deformity muttered to himself.