Chapter 458 Unlucky Wuming

On the avenue passing through Shadow City, in a barracks, stood a demon statue standing tall on the sky and on the ground.

Those were definitely not the demon statues seen at the junction. They were completely different in size and shape.

The body is like a wicker man. A giant is made of iron bars. A bronze red-haired giant mask is hung on the legs. The upper body is an inverted cone-shaped cylinder. A mask shaped like the sun hangs above the cylinder, which is a bit like a coprophagic eater. The sun emblem on the chest of the person, and the ominous horns on the round human face seem to imitate the brilliance of the sun.

It seems to be similar to the image of the evil fire god spread in the border area.

And compared to the ferocious image brought to people by the Flame Evil God, the inside of the Wicker Man Golem is even more terrifying.

Inside the hollow body made of iron bars, you can see that there are piles of corpses. The corpses are stacked inside the body of the golem, struggling and scrambling to crawl out from the gaps in the iron bars. The flames almost charred and melted these people together, and their horrified looks were frozen in the last moments before death.

Wuming could see that the cylindrical top of his head was condensed with extraordinary resentment.

A strange sound sounded from the body of the golem, and a huge engine roar sounded. The golem started to move, and with a casual kick, the lava was like a giant cannon, attacking the carriage of Patch and others.

Everyone immediately drove their horses to flee. Several horses were unable to dodge and were hit directly. They collapsed with a crash. Their fat bodies were half rotten, with more air coming out and less air coming in.

The other war horses were also burned by the flames. They were so frightened that they stood upright, restless and uncontrollable.

The huge size difference makes it almost impossible for anyone to think of a solution.

Roger threw out several magic swords and tried to attack the legs of the Wicker Man Golem. The swords were completely destroyed by the iron legs of the devil, and no trace of trembling could be seen.

Everyone was wary of the Wicker Man Golem, preparing to avoid the next wave of magma.

But the wicker man did not raise his iron legs again, but began to sway on the spot.

Through the hollow iron bars, one can clearly see that in the empty space above the piles of corpses, the flames are rotating and condensing inside the body of the Wicker Man Golem, becoming brighter and brighter.

"Why do I feel that the next attack will be very cruel..." Greg's voice trembled.

Patch looked at the increasingly strong flames in the golem's body and clicked his tongue. He looked at Wuming:

"If you have any idea, use it as soon as possible. Fire and water are ruthless. This thing accidentally hurt everyone. No one can help you."

Wuming shot three thunder guns, magic arrows and black fireballs at extremely fast speeds, hitting the golem's legs and the mask on its head.

Then he used his hands again and attacked the giant mask on his legs.

After several attacks, the giant remained motionless. Although some damage can be seen on the mask and iron legs, it is extremely slight and it is difficult to say that it is effective.

Looking at the demon statue, Wuming was confused.

"I can't think of any way." Wuming spread his hands, "That guy looks very hard, I don't know what to do."

Patch glared at Wuming: "Aren't you someone who plays with fire?"

Wuming said: "I'm not afraid of fire, but it doesn't look like I'm afraid of fire either."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a roar, like a volcano erupting, and countless fireballs rose from the top of the demon statue's cylinder.

The fireball rose and spread along the body of the golem, covering half of the sky and making everyone's faces and armor red.

The flame seemed to be carrying spirituality and slowly flew towards everyone.

The speed was not fast, but looking at the overwhelming number and area, they didn't know how to hide.

Wuming said: "You should withdraw first. His attack range is too large. I will figure out countermeasures by myself."

The others were not polite. The one with the horse picked up the one without the horse, turned around and ran away, desperately trying to escape the rain of fire from the sky.

The fire rain had the power of the soul and was tracking. It also tried to track the fleeing people, but before it flew far, it was pulled by a force and fell downwards——

They all rushed towards Wuming.

Bathed in the flames, Wuming felt the tearing of the resentful souls and the scorching heat of the flames, but still couldn't figure out how to deal with such a huge demon.

pedicure? How long will it take to practice?

Wuming looked at the small straight sword in his hand, feeling a little worried.

At this time, the golem had already walked towards him. Although he moved slowly, his body was too huge and he walked to Wuming in a few steps.

When you get closer, you can feel its size and solidity even more.

Wuming drew out his long sword and tried to cut a few times. A few wounds were rubbed on the Wicker Man, but he still couldn't be fatally injured based on it. Instead, the demon seized the opportunity, jumped up high, and knocked Wuming out with heavy pressure.

"Is this the power that Mersemer used to defeat the Horned Man so miserably?" Wuming sighed, "No wonder he lost so miserably, he has no weaknesses."

The demon rushed over again, bent down slightly, grabbed Wuming with his big hand, and threw it directly into the incinerator above his head.

Wuming fell into the pile of corpses and felt the surrounding flames constantly rotating, forming a fire storm nearby, spinning his body continuously, scorching and peeling it apart, burning away layer by layer until his soul.

"It feels so familiar." Wuming sat in the pile of corpses, feeling the far-reaching power, "Isn't this a washing machine?"

Wuming recalled the days when he competed with others to wash clothes in the volcano. The snake people there were not afraid of fire, but the golems here were even better, not afraid of almost anything.

I still remembered the battle with Larcade and how I had eaten my fill of resentment.

"Golem...golem..."

Wuming felt his brain being shaken while spinning, recalling the days when he and Se Lian were studying puppets.

"Golems and puppets are the same thing." Se Lian said, "The shell, core, and energy supply are the three most important parts of a golem. Usually the body is just the shell and is not important, the core is the most important. The core of the puppet is together with the energy supply, which is this piece of pyroxene."

Wuming thought of this and searched among the numerous corpses in the wicker man's body, trying to find the core, or the energy supply.

But after swimming in the pile of corpses for a long time, he still couldn't find it.

Emerging from the pile of corpses, Wuming was distressed by the whirlwind of fire:

"There is no reason, this guy doesn't have a core... With such a huge body, the core should also be very large."

Wuming was thinking, and his feet shook a little bit again. He looked out along the gap between the iron bars.

The golem threw him into its body. Patch and others had already run far away. He had no target, so he returned to the barracks.

He walked in a straight line, crushing many barracks along the way, and the flowing flames overflowed from his iron legs, burning everything along the way, including the barracks and some of the soldiers and knights.

Wuming suddenly raised his head and looked.

He looked down at the pile of corpses that buried his lower body, and finally understood something.

The core is the resentful souls of all these corpses.

And the energy source is above his head.

This constantly rotating flame is the energy source of the golem.

Having found the core, Wuming has a way.

Wuming no longer resisted the flame whirlwind, and his body spun along, even accelerating faster and faster.

As expected, the flame whirlwind quickly overheated during the high rotation, and a large number of corpses were directly blown up by the high temperature.

Wuming could feel that many souls were directly swallowed by the flames, and the golem became a little sluggish, as if it could not stand steadily.

If the flames continued to intensify like this, the golem should directly overheat and explode, destroying itself from the inside out.

However, Wuming grabbed the iron fence inside and stopped accelerating. He reached out to the corpse below.

The souls gathered from the limbs of the wicker man to the torso, and then all concentrated in Wuming's hands.

During this process, the wicker man gradually stopped moving.

Wuming looked at the majestic soul in his hand, resisted the urge to swallow it, and still sent it to his head.

The guardian spirits above his head entangled with each other, like a school of fish in the ocean, gathering and swelled like a small sun. People with strong spirituality may have seen the ominousness above Wuming's head.

After doing all this, Wuming climbed up along the iron fence of the wicker man golem and then jumped down.

He was surrounded by a group of people and pointed at with guns.

Wuming raised his hand, closed his eyes and sighed:

"It's exactly the same script."

But this time Wuming had already prepared a countermeasure. He opened his eyes and smiled at the soldiers around him.

The pupils in the helmet peephole were bright and dazzling, which directly made the people around him dazed.

Seeing the gold in Wuming's eyes, the spears that were originally pointed at him firmly suddenly softened a little, the soldiers' hands loosened slightly, and the gun tips began to shake.

But he still didn't let it go. A black knight came over:

"You are... a compatriot? Then how did you activate the Burning Furnace Golem?"

"So it's called the Burning Furnace Golem..." Wuming looked at the wicker man and pretended to be stupid to the black knight, "I don't know, I just got close and was attacked."

Wuming was calm in the face of the spear, pointing at the soldier holding the spear: "This golem is broken, isn't it attacking you?"

The soldiers were speechless when Wuming said this, they did suffer heavy losses because of the golem's attack.

"Forget it, we won't make things difficult for you." The black knight said, "You can leave."

"But I want to go to Shadow City." Wuming said.

"What are you doing here?" the black knight asked, "We are stationed here, this is not a market."

Wuming smiled: "So there is no market here? Then I will come even more. Undeveloped virgin land is the dream of merchants."

Wuming did not say that they were sent by Laelana. Laelana did not give them any tokens. The only help she provided was a few horses and let them travel together.

Unable to rely on Laelana's relationship, Wuming and his friends could only find a way to travel together by themselves.

"Leave, this is the advice as a compatriot." The Black Knight said, "There is no place for merchants here."

Wuming held his head high and chest out, without any concession:

"Merchants not only provide goods, but also provide intelligence. I have the intelligence you need. Don't you want to listen?"

The Black Knight sneered: "You won't say anything else next. This information is very precious and can only be told to Lord Messermo alone, right?"

"How do you know?" Wuming was surprised, "You are too smart."

The Black Knight's tone was flat:

"The Horned Man has used this rhetoric a long time ago. I now suspect that you are not a compatriot. Take off your helmet and let us check it."

"No, this is my corporate image and cannot be taken off." Wuming said, "And I am too ugly, I am afraid to scare you."

"You are getting more and more suspicious." The Black Knight said, "Let me see!"

"No!" Wuming jumped back, "Are you sure you don't want to listen to this news? This is news about the border, involving Queen Marika, and may end the holy war."

As soon as these words were spoken, the people around were shocked and set off a commotion.

"How could you know such news?" The Black Knight didn't believe it.

"Look at my armor and shield. Are the shapes and materials unfamiliar?" Wuming showed his armor to the Black Knight and raised his shield to show them the pattern on it. "I'm not from the Shadow Land. I'm from outside."

The commotion became more serious, and the Black Knight hesitated.

The Black Knight said: "If you have nothing to hide, you should take off your helmet and let us see if your head has horns."

Wuming was helpless: "Okay..."

Wuming was ready to use an illusion to replace his head.

"No, there's no need to check his head." A voice came from behind the Black Knight, stopping their actions.

"Who is it, such a nice person?" Wuming looked over with surprise, and felt that the man's voice was quite familiar.

Before Wuming saw the person coming, the man continued:

"What you want to say is that Queen Marica has disappeared, and the Golden Tree at the border has been in chaos, right?"

Wuming was stunned. He was actually not going to expose such a cruel fact, fearing that others would not be able to accept it, but the other party told the truth. Where did this companion come from?

The owner of the voice passed the black knight and stood in front of Wuming, saying: "I recognize this voice and remember this rhetoric. He is a horn man, and a horn warrior. What he wants to spread is the rumor that Queen Marika has disappeared."

The person standing in front of Wuming is a pot-cut man.

The familiar red clothes and armor, the familiar pot-cut man, the familiar red-handled thorn spear.

"It's you?" Wuming frowned, "How did you get out?"

"Humph, I said, we are blessed people, we are the chosen people. We are heroes of the holy war. Even if we die, our souls will return to the golden tree and be resurrected again." The pot-cut man smiled and raised his hands high, "This is the proof that the golden tree is still in its prime, and our mother Marika is still watching us and caring for us! Lady Marika - has not abandoned us!"

The pot-cut man's tone was fanatical and exciting. When the other soldiers heard these words, they were also excited and tears filled their eyes. They were deeply moved.

When they saw Wuming's eyes again, they were already full of ferocity.

"Hey, am I a bit too unlucky?" Wuming sighed with his head raised, "Who could have thought of this?"

Pot-Cut Head pointed at Wuming and said viciously:

"Despicable Horned Man, you actually disguised yourself to approach the Impaler Messermo, your conspiracy has been discovered by me, accept the piercing punishment!"

Wuming smiled at Pot-Cut Head and disappeared.

The next moment, he appeared in front of Pot-Cut Head, and his iron-clad fist had already printed over.

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In the distance, Roger was taking out a monocular telescope and observing the situation on Wuming's side from a distance.

"How is it? Is Wuming done?" Patch asked.

"The golem has been defeated." Roger said.

"Then shall we go back?" Greg asked.

Roger hesitated:

"It seems that he... is fighting with the defenders again."

"Ah?" Patch wondered, "Isn't he wearing contact lenses?"

"I don't know what happened." Roger looked over there, "Ah, Wuming was arrested--and was escorted into the city."

Others looked at each other:

"What should we do now?"

An Pach was the first to say: "I'll go get him out."

Patch said: "I'm talking about how we get in. If Wuming didn't succeed, can we get in smoothly? What's there to save him? He can't die. . "

Moore raised his hand weakly: "The collector told me that there is an abandoned road that leads to Shadow City."

"But this means we have sneaked in, right?" Patch scratched his head, "Then we can enter in an unauthorized way and be caught at any time, which is even more dangerous..."

"But at least we can get in." Leida said, "This may allow us to directly contact Messermo. If Messermo himself is really as Lelana said, he should be easier to convince than these soldiers."

Patch thought about it and nodded in agreement:

"Okay, let's take a detour and enter Shadow City first."