Author: Crowtopia

Finally freed from the puppet's frail body, Wuming thought, he could finally relax.

Wuming woke up from Yatan. Before he could open his eyes, he felt as if there was a leak in his body and he was extremely weak.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was already in a dilapidated battlefield, with broken walls and ruins everywhere. Fragments of cannons, crossbows and trebuchets were everywhere. The smell of blood was buried in the smoke. From time to time, craters and corpse fragments fell into view.

Wuming stared at the scene in front of him and spoke slowly:

"Where...is this?"

"The battlefield ruins outside the royal city." Patch's voice came from behind.

When Wuming heard Patch's voice, he immediately relaxed and wanted to turn around, but found that he couldn't control his body.

After a little judgment based on the height and angle of view, Wuming found that only his head was left, which was installed in a helmet.

"What's going on?" Wuming was surprised.

"How come you only have one head left?" Patch asked.

"How can I still speak with only one head left?" Wuming tried hard to control the muscles on his face and shook his head, "It's amazing."

"Who knows, you can survive like this, and you can only speak with only one head. It's not a weird thing." Patch walked up to Wuming's head, squatted down and touched Wuming's helmet like a cat.

Patch's leather armor is a little dirty, but generally in good condition.

"So, what's wrong with me?" Wuming said, "I remember that I was in the caravan's carriage. Where is the caravan?"

"That's it." Patch explained to Wuming.

The caravan met the convoy escorting the criminals, but when the two teams passed by each other, the convoy escorting the criminals suddenly attacked.

A steady stream of corrupt relatives poured out of the huge coffin pulled by the mountain demon. The motorcade outside the car also took off its disguise, and all the human creatures were transformed into insects.

Even the huge mountain demon, after taking off its disguise, was a huge condensation formed by countless insects. Then the insects collapsed and fell near the caravan. The sight was enough to make most people have a psychological breakdown.

The insects held strangely shaped weapons, spewed ferocious insect silk, and attacked the caravan crazily.

There are so many bugs that even Mongot and Lance Sanks can't protect everyone. The intertwining threads of bugs almost form a canopy, blocking the sky and the sun and blocking the light of the golden tree. Like a spider web or a poisonous snake, it will strangle those wrapped in it.

everything.

"Corruption dependents?" Wuming frowned, "Why are they attacking us? Shouldn't we be partners?"

"It seems they don't want to cooperate anymore," Patch said.

"There are actually people as capricious as you..."

"You only have one head left now. I will stab you to death, believe it or not?" Pachi pulled out a dagger from his waist and gestured in front of Wuming's eyes.

"So...the caravan suffered heavy losses?" Wuming stared at the sharp dagger blade, just like the golden people looking at the worm threads that cover the sky. "How many are still alive? Don't tell me that the whole army was wiped out again."

"It's not surprising that the insect silk attack with that density would wipe out the whole army except for a few strong men." Patch smiled, "But no, the insects did not attack the caravan, and the insect silk did not harm the employees."

"So good?" Wuming was surprised, "Are the insects here to contribute silk?"

"All the worm threads are rushing towards your body." Patch gestured with his fingers, "In an instant, your body was turned into a volcanic stone by thousands of worm threads - it was riddled with holes, which is called a loose body.

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"Insects are specifically here to kill me?" Wuming understood, his head was moving wildly, and his neck was covered in blood, "What are they trying to do? I am a harmless, innocent and cute creature like me."

Patch shrugged, with a sly smile on his face:

"Who knows, there is no time to think about this on the battlefield. Although the caravan was not attacked, everyone's behavior was surprisingly the same - to protect you. So the melee started, even the weak Immortals were blocking you

He held the bug in front of him to prevent it from approaching, and casualties soon occurred."

"You are really good at telling stories. Can you tell me the result quickly?" Wuming said, "I have to go and save people if they die."

"You still have runes to save people?" Patch said, "Isn't it enough for you to save Millicent?"

Wuming wilted and muttered: "There are always more ways than difficulties. The employees themselves also have wages, so they can use theirs first. Although they have lost all their wages, they still have life!"

Patch said: "Originally, we were going to fight normally, but Millicent left. Our high-end combat power only had an Omen King and an Ancient Dragon. Other than that, it was a hybrid Omen and the like. There must be a lot of casualties. But.

Thinking of Millicent, I suddenly thought of a good way."

"What's a good way?" Wuming's eyes lit up, thinking there was a chance.

"It seems like the bugs only want you." Patch said, "Why don't we just hand you over? Anyway, Millicent is gone. If I throw you out, other people won't be so dissatisfied that they can directly stop you."

"ah?"

Patch smiled and said: "Oh, the effect is outstanding. As soon as you are thrown out, the insects will stop attacking us immediately. When I catch you, they will stab you hard. From the weapons to the insect threads, everything on your body will be torn apart."

On you."

Wuming looked at the broken corpses on the battlefield with his insect-like low perspective, and said: "Five horses divided the body?"

"The corpses of hundreds of insects." Patch corrected, "It's so miserable that I can't bear to look at it. No, your head has collapsed here. I estimate that you died at least a dozen times."

"Dead a dozen times..." Wuming murmured, suddenly realizing why he was so weak, "Then my rune!"

"You don't have much left after saving Millicent," Patch said. "How much more can you lose?"

Patch continued: "Kill you to death, and the bugs will leave. As expected, they didn't bother us anymore. With the help of Lance Sanks, the caravan suffered zero casualties in the end."

Wuming rolled his eyes and looked at Patch with the standard fierce look of lowering his head and raising his eyes:

"Is this your way?"

"Yes." Patch nodded calmly.

Wuming beamed: "As expected of you, you did a great job!"

Several squirming black lines burst out from the section of the neck of the head, holding up the nameless head like spider legs, and then formed a linear figure. The lines were also dotted with dots of fire.

The line man stood up and put his arm around Patch's shoulders:

"You are indeed my good brother. What a perfect response. I knew staying in the academy was the right choice."

Patch grabbed Wuming's head, picked up the black thread, and tied it around his waist.

"The caravan has already searched for your parts. But I saw that many parts were taken away by insects." Patch said, "What do you want to do with it?"

"Of course I brought it back. This armor is also very valuable." Wuming smiled grimly, "It just so happens that I have some sense of where my body is."

"I'm only going to help you lead the way. I won't get into a fight." Patch said, "Can you do that?"

"Okay, okay." Wuming said, "They took my body away. One head is not enough, and there are no other parts."

Another black line burst out from Wuming's neck, he assumed a fencing posture, wielded his sharp sword skills, and drew lines of fire in the air.

Patch wore a knight's helmet on his waist, followed Wuming's instructions, and walked in one direction.

"Why didn't you wake up?" Patch asked, "If you woke up earlier, there wouldn't be so much trouble."

"Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite." Wuming sighed, "There's also something big going on at the college, so I can't get away."

"Oh?" Patch raised his eyebrows, very interested, "If it makes you unable to move away, something happened to Se Lian?"

"Almost died." Wuming said, "Maybe he's already dead. I'm not sure yet. We'll have to wait and see."

Wuming told Patch what happened in the academy.

"The Black Saber was actually dispatched?" Patch said in surprise, "It's unbelievable. Du Juan was able to contact the Black Saber?"

"The whole thing is a bit strange." Wuming said, "It's a pity that the black knives seemed to have been shot to death by Latan, otherwise we can investigate."

"Assassin groups like Black Knife may not be able to get information through interrogation," Patch said.

"It's not an interrogation, it's an investigation." Wuming said, "I held up Se Lian in front of Heidao before, but he was not stopped."

"See you're not a threat." Patch said.

"I did that because I wanted to test the reaction of the black knives." Wuming said, "I have a strange feeling. Those black knives don't look like living people, but like puppets on strings, being controlled by others. This part of my story

I have been a time puppet for many times, and I feel so familiar with the black knife."

"Assassins are just like puppets. They just obey the person who gives the order." Patch said.

Wuming's entire perspective was spinning as Patch swayed as he walked.

"It's really strange." Wuming said, "How could it be such a coincidence that something happened at the academy and something happened at the caravan."

"Do you suspect someone is behind it?" Patch said.

"It just feels weird."

Patch thought: "Black knife, destined death, bugs, corruption... Is there anyone who has such great ability and is connected to these two forces at the same time..."

"Yes?" Wuming said.

"who?"

"Two fingers." Wuming replied, "I heard that the queen of Xiao Se Eyes who is in charge of the fate of death is the god chosen by the fingers."

"It's a pity that the black flame of the hunting god lost to the eternal queen." Patch said, "It is indeed possible. The goddess of corruption, Marlenia, is also a god-man who has obtained the two-finger certification."

Wuming said: "The assassins who assassinated Se Lian and I in the academy used corrupt toxins as their attack method."

"What's that assassin wearing?" Patch asked.
To be continued...