Chapter 271 No One Can Refuse the Brilliance of the Sun

No one, but there was blood.

Wuming checked the blood and found that it had dried and turned black.

"It seems like something happened the night we moved in."

Apart from the pool of blood, there was nothing unusual about the room.

"Then where did he come out from?" Wuming said, groping back and forth in the room.

Knocking on the back wall opposite the door, there was a hollow sound.

"It's your turn, Ashimi." Wuming patted his shoulder.

An amorphous artificial teardrop extends a tentacle from Wuming's shoulder and sticks to the wall.

The liquid in the tentacles began to wash back and forth at an extremely fast speed, quickly grinding out a small hole in the wall.

The tentacles drilled along the small hole to the opposite side, took out an eyeball from the tentacles, and patrolled back and forth.

On the other side of the wall, a mouth grew out of the shoulder:

"There's a corridor, it's dark, there are small snakes, it's safe."

"How can you tell it's very dark?" Wuming asked.

"I don't see things with my eyes. And when I studied Blaze's Curse, I also got some understanding of the frequencies of different lights." The artificial teardrop said, "As long as you adjust your eyes, you can see in the dark. object."

"Just like Laya." Wuming understood.

The imitation teardrop was completely flattened, spread on the wall, and seeped into the gaps in the wall. Then it spread many tentacles around and used force to completely tear down a wall along the cracks in the wall.

When you come back after this, you can still put it back.

Imitation tears slowly fell on the wall, and Wuming lit a fire in his hand and stepped into the secret passage.

I also saw those little snakes in the secret corridor.

"Is this really a snake? I feel like a snail." Wuming said.

There are indeed some small snake-like creatures on the ground, but they have a conch shell on their back and a few tentacles on their heads.

Wuming squatted down, observed the weak snakes, and poked the snakes' tentacles.

"Seems pretty good."

The little snake opened its mouth and spat out the venom that was all over Wuming's face.

Wuming tilted his head back, stretched out his hand to wipe away the sticky venom from his face, and looked at Asumi aggrievedly and helplessly:

"How could I have imagined that a little snake would have so much saliva."

The imitation teardrop transforms back into a woman in a long skirt and mask, peering from the side.

"Ah, why don't they bite you?" Wuming was dissatisfied.

"Maybe you are more conspicuous." Ashimi, the simulated teardrop, said, "You are too hot."

"Yes, my body is so hot, no wonder there are always monsters who are so enthusiastic that they want to eat me." Wuming flicked his fingers, and a line of fire extended from the ground, covering the corridor.

By the time the flames passed by, the little snake was already dead.

"Aren't you afraid of being exposed?" Ashmi followed Wuming and stepped over the little snake's body.

"Don't accuse a good person unjustly. Did any of your eyes see that I did it?" Wuming said with a smile.

The light around him began to distort, transforming him into another appearance.

It became a brazier.

The brazier spun in a circle: "It just went off the rails."

A ball of fire rose from the brazier, illuminating the dark corridor brightly, and the entire length of the corridor ended at the bottom of the brazier.

This corridor is parallel to the back of the guest room, just like the corridor from the main entrance of the guest room, connecting several guest rooms.

Every time you pass a room in the secret corridor, you can see a wall with a different color and material than other places.

These should be to facilitate access to the guest room from the back wall.

Wuming also understood why the rooms in the dignified Huoshan Residence were cramped and cramped. It turned out that there was a circle outside the two rows of guest rooms.

Wuming conceived the architectural structure in his mind. This secret corridor was like a pocket, completely surrounding two rows of guest rooms, and it was full of prey - guests in the guest rooms.

In the middle of this pocket, there is an open space where there is a basement that leads deeper.

In the basement, there was the sound of bones being removed and meat being chopped.

A hound knight was lying on the ground, using his sharp claws to tear apart a corpse, and holding a large scimitar, he was chopping the bones into pieces.

The rags were randomly torn and thrown aside, and it could be vaguely seen that these were the clothes of the rebel who originally lived in that room.

The chopped corpse... was probably the meat of unknown origin at the dinner party.

The Hound Knight was working feverishly in the corner of the room, and Wuming didn't bother him. He led Asumi around, through the basement, and deeper into the room.

The door became brighter and brighter as they walked, and when Wuming walked out of a door, he found that he was in the middle of a church.

It seems that the road that just turned dark and twisted, as if it was winding in the belly of a snake, was the object of a church prayer ceremony.

There was no one in the church, but there was a wave of heat.

Looking outside the church, red lights flashed, as if there was a fire.

"Huoshan Mansion, Huoshan Mansion, finally saw the volcano." Wuming's eyes reflected the blazing red light as he walked towards the door.

Wuming stopped at the door of the church.

A somewhat weird sound came from not far outside the door, like the sound of gold and iron intertwining, the sound of tinkling, and the sound of the collision of ceramics.

Judging from Wuming's rich combat experience... he couldn't tell what the strange sound was.

To be on the safe side, Wuming was a little more cautious and looked over at the door.

A brazier peeked out from the doorway.

Outside the church, there is a path, and beyond that is a cliff. From a distance, you can see that there is lava and fire under the cliff. The dull roar of the rolling fire comes from below, as if a silent giant beast is constantly crashing. The shackles that fetter it also breed it, ready to devour the world.

But the voice Wuming heard was obviously not this, but the Furnace Knight standing on this path facing the cliff.

Like a giant statue, the Crucible Knight stood quietly on the road with a large water tank in front of him.

The water in the water tank was so dark and deep that it was difficult to see what was in it, nor what the Furnace Knight was trying to do.

Wuming held his breath, waiting for something.

As if waiting for a silent volcano to erupt, waiting for the thunderclouds to collapse instantly, Wuming could feel that something was gaining momentum.

Sure enough, the furnace moved.

I saw the Furnace Knight assuming a posture, and the sword in his hand began to float above his palm out of thin air, and then rotated.

The golden debris continued to scatter as it rotated, and the sword was like a fan with only one blade. The vortex power of the furnace violently rotated the entire sword body, constantly accumulating power.

The Furnace Knight twisted his body and smashed down, sending the violent vortex force into the water tank.

The water in the water tank immediately surged and rotated under the agitation of the big sword, and the entire water surface of the large tank dented, forming a waterspout.

Wuming finally saw the items in the tank clearly——

Some dirty laundry.

The Furnace Knight kept spinning his sword and stirring the water tank.

The clothes in the tank are getting cleaner and cleaner.

Next to the Knight of the Furnace, there is a large horned shield set up upside down. Pots and pans are placed in the shield, filled with water, and roasted and sterilized there. The boiling water gurgled, and the ceramic pots and pans collided with the metal shields, making clanging sounds.

After the furnace knight has finished washing, he takes the clothes out of the vat and wraps them around the sword.

There was another violent spin, and all the water on the clothes was thrown off, and then with a sudden slap, the clothes were slapped on the rocks.

Steam emitted from the hot rocks of the volcano, and a piece of clothing was dried and aired in an instant.

The tinkling sound I just heard came from this.

The brazier retracted again and stood at the door, sighing:

"What a good knight who manages the family. He is worthy of being the legendary first knight of the border. If I have such good employees, why worry about business routes being blocked."

"How are we going to get there?" Asumi's question was more realistic.

It was just such a not-so-wide road, and the furnaces were all blocked. It would not be easy for them to sneak past.

"Is there any way to lure him away?" Wuming guessed.

"How?" Asumi asked.

Wuming is also a little unsure.

"Throw away your shoes?" Wuming suggested.

"Do you have any shoes?" Asumi looked at the brazier.

"What do you think of my full body armor?"

"Then I don't have any shoes." Ashmi hooked up her feet and looked at the feet, which were only tied with a few strips of cloth, exposing the toes and ankles. "Why don't I wear shoes if you ask me to be this person?"

"She is a homebody who never leaves the house every day. She may be a bit sloppy." Wuming said, "Look around and look for anything that can be thrown away in the church to attract his attention. It's thrilling and exciting." It’s exciting.”

Asumi searched for a long time but found nothing.

I touched all the way back and found nothing.

Finally, he brought over the two candles enshrined in the church.

"Will it work?" Asumi held two candles, a little unsure.

"There must be no problem." Wuming said, "These knights are all rigid guys. They will definitely go over to check if they hear a noise. If you throw him all the way, he will follow you. If you throw him in a sack, you can take him away."

Ashimi showed his head suspiciously and threw a candle far away.

The candle was thrown high, jumped over the furnace's head, and landed on the other side of the path with a crisp sound.

Looking at the furnace again, there was no reaction at all.

He was washing clothes vigorously, and the sound of booming and booming covered other sounds.

Asumi threw another candle, this time it landed closer and the sound was louder.

Then a snake man stretched his neck, picked it up in one mouth, and swallowed it into his belly.

After eating, he squeaked again, and a snake tongue circled the side of his mouth.

Asumi sat back, a little tired.

"Isn't it true that you have failed twice and are now depressed?" Wuming said, "I'm not telling you, you are the one who wants to be a king. You must have the king's foresight and firm will."

The brazier on the side taught Asumi a lesson unceremoniously.

"Brother, what am I?" Asumi said.

"Imitation teardrop." said the brazier.

"It's liquid," Ashimi said. "Although I'm not afraid of fire, if I stay next to the magma for a long time - I'm going to do it."

"Is it so hot?" Wuming was stunned.

Asami watched the brazier lighted and talked without pain in her back, and understood that the tears of the human body and the joys and sorrows of the brazier were not connected.

She took out a broken jar from her skirt. There was still some water in it.

"Where did the jar come from?" Wuming wondered.

"The ones I just stole from the Hound Knight seem to have been left behind by the prisoners imprisoned there." Asumi said.

"Great, isn't there a jar here? It's thrilling and exciting, Ashimi." Wuming said.

"Wait for me to drink some water." Asumi raised her head and replenished the water in the jar into her body.

A big sword struck, and Asumi was thrown away, flying upside down and smashing the altar of the church.

The Furnace Knight was filled with evil aura, and every step he took towards Asumi was filled with murderous intent.

"So he discovered it." Wuming thought to himself.

Also, for the top knights, if someone throws two candles in their face and expects them not to notice, that would really be looking down upon them.

When someone wears a maid outfit, you can't really treat her like a maid.

However, Ashimi was no ordinary person. She climbed up from the ruins holding her stomach, casually pulled out the spiral sword from her stomach, and started fighting with the Furnace Knight.

The two of them fought in the chapel. The brazier at the door was stunned for a while, then slowly moved to the door and slipped out.

After the brazier disappeared through the door, another hand stretched out and gave a thumbs up.

Wuming decisively abandoned Ashmi and walked deeper into the volcano.

Wuming is not worried about Ashmi's safety.

The two strongest knights in the border area, the Furnace Knights are ranked first, and the Carlia Knights are ranked second.

Back then, Asmi was able to beat Kaliya Knight Mugram violently, so he should be able to win against the Furnace Knight. Even if you can't win, at least you can escape.

"Ashmi, just feel free to deal with the Furnace Knight. I will inherit your will." The brazier waved his hand in Asmi's direction.

Turning around, he found a snake-man staring at him.

This snake has a similar figure to Laya, but without a cloak, holding a weapon, and his eyes are more ferocious.

"Oops, exposed." Wuming's hand exposed outside the brazier froze, and after a while, he waved to the snake man.

The snake man immediately rushed toward Wuming with a knife.

Wuming rolled over, removing the disguise of the illusion.

He was also a warrior once. Although Wuming was sneaking all the way, he was not afraid of direct conflict.

"Little snake man, it's bad luck for you to expose me." Wuming held up a fireball in his hand, "In order not to cause trouble, I have no choice but to ask you to close your eyes first."

The fireball shot out, and the explosive flames covered the snake man's body.

Although it was just a casual blow, the power of the flames was enough to corrode everything. Wuming could already see the scene of the snake man struggling to die and mourned for it.

The snake head rushed out of the explosive flames, stretched out for an unknown number of meters, and gnawed at Wuming.

Wuming quickly jumped a few steps to avoid the snake's bite.

When I looked closely, I saw that the skin of the snake-man was not broken, not even a little brown.

"Huh?" Wuming's eyes almost popped out of his sockets.

Before he could take a closer look, the snake man attacked again.

Wuming continued to throw fireballs at the snake man. He didn't care about the size of the movement or whether he would be discovered by others. He threw fireballs at the snake man in disbelief.

But it had no effect. No matter how much firepower he used, he couldn't hurt the snake man at all.

"How could this happen? Some people would ignore the brilliance of the sun. It's so blasphemous!" Wuming covered his head in disbelief.

Wuming shook his head, unwilling to believe this fact, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the magma under the cliff.

I saw several snakemen rolling and bathing in the lava, having a great time.

The snake man sneered gloomily:

"Hiss, hiss, we were born in the Gemir volcano, how could we be afraid of fire?"

As he spoke, the snake man waved the knife in his hand and struck Wuming's head.

The knife stopped above Wuming, and an invisible gel seemed to be between the knife and the helmet, making it impossible for the snake man to cut any more. It was as if the air had frozen.

The air did freeze, and then a storm of wind pushed the snake man out.

Wuming's whole body radiated high heat, which was even hotter than the dense magma surrounding him. The air spiraled above his head, forming a storm.

"No one can refuse the brilliance of the sun." Wuming said with a stubborn tone as he created another fireball.

This fireball was dazzling like never before, astonishing heat radiated from it, the light was extremely dazzling, and the surrounding rocks began to melt.

This was just what happened at the moment when the fireball took shape. Afterwards, with the fireball as the center, the air expanded significantly, distorting the surrounding scene.

The snake man's soft body bore the brunt of the attack, with invisible power imprinted on his chest.

Its body was squeezed and deformed in a very short time, and then it was thrown out like a cannonball, smashing through the roof of a tower in the distance.

"What am I talking about? No one can refuse the brilliance of the sun!" Wuming raised his hands and slowly sank down the path that turned into lava. "The flame is invincible!"

"You are the flame of a hammer..." The snake man squeezed out the last words in the collapsed ruins and fainted completely.