Chapter 26 High Altitude Throwing Object

Author: Crowtopia

Chapter 26 High Altitude Throwing Object

A giant monster fell from a high altitude and hit Wuming, crushing many tombstones, causing pieces of flesh to fly and blood to fly everywhere.

Wuming wiped the blood from his face and looked up but could not see the perpetrator of the high-altitude object.

Wuming moved the body and threw it into a deep pit where the corrupted tree spirits lived, then returned to the same place and set up a stall again.

As soon as they sat back down, several people screamed and fell down next to Wuming. They splashed blood on Wuming's face and even smashed several dung beetle dew balls.

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In Stonewell City, in front of the city lord's throne, the officials in charge of things in the city lowered their heads, not daring to take a breath.

On the throne, there is a monster crawling.

The monster has a human face, full of white hair, and is old and ugly. Compared with the thin head, his body is quite huge, almost the same as a giant monster.

His body was wrapped in gorgeous felt, but many limbs could still be seen twisting in the shadows.

A large ax stood beside him.

The lord of Stone City, the demigod "Extended Limb" Greg, came to Nimgefu in such a morbid manner.

Greg was once quite thin. As a member of the golden family, he neither inherited the height of his father nor much of the queen's bloodline.

When he wore the veil of Queen Mallika and escaped from the royal city disguised as a woman, and was beaten to the point of kneeling and licking her feet by the Valkyrie, whom he regarded as a "female generation", he finally fell into madness.

The blood of the Golden Clan finally brought him some special powers, and he began to perform limb-attachment rituals, attaching the limbs of various creatures to himself and absorbing their power.

Greg had just connected the arm of a giant monster. He was holding the skull of a faded person, feeling the intoxication brought by the power.

Normally, after Greg holds a limb-repairing ceremony, he would always be immersed in joy, and all the civil and military officials sitting down could relax for a while, no longer worrying about becoming Greg's sacrifice.

But today, Greg was still very gloomy and irritable, and even ordered the remains of the body from the limb grafting ceremony to be thrown into the city.

The reason for Greg's anger lies with the Faded Ones.

For some unknown reason, more and more faded people have been sneaking into Stone City in recent days, and they are becoming more and more difficult to deal with.

Originally, Greg deliberately let the faded people in, letting the faded people fall into a trap so that they could become sacrifices for the limb grafting ceremony, but now it is difficult for them to catch the faded people.

These faded ones seem to have endless supplies and can always replenish their physical strength, either fighting or escaping, but they will never be killed or captured.

Those who fade are no longer fishes that take the bait, but wanton intruders.

What Greg hates most is not being respected and being invaded frequently, which obviously means that no one thinks highly of him.

"I need an explanation." Greg stared at the guard captain in charge of the city defense and Gotok beside him.

The guard captain shuddered: "I have sent more soldiers and installed a few more ballistas at the main entrance. But no one comes in through the main entrance. Could it be a problem on the side of the path..."

He looked askance at Getok.

The guard captain quickly shifted the blame, hoping to divert Greg's attention to others.

Gotok trembled:

"I am only responsible for guiding the way. You are also responsible for the traps and soldiers on the path."

Greg's gaze moved from Getok to the guard captain.

The guard captain spoke:

"Sir, the most important thing now is to continue to strengthen your defense. Otherwise, if the number of faded people continues to increase, they will disturb you sooner or later."

Greg said angrily:

"You even hired the Son of Omen, how can you still find new warriors?"

Damn it, if you could resist the urge to graft all the powerful warriors' limbs on me, how about looking for the Son of Omen? You've grafted so many limbs and you're capable of doing it yourself.

The guard captain was crazily planning Greg in his mind, but his expression did not dare to neglect:

"We could hire some Kaidan mercenaries."

"I heard they are a group of barbarians." Greg was displeased.

"They are a people on horseback. Their fighting power is amazing and they are very cheap. As long as you give them wine, meat and women, they can help you fight."

"Do we have wine, meat and women?" Greg started looking for the finance minister this time.

I looked around and couldn't find it.

Getok said:

"Sir, you have forgotten that you said before that the people in the city will not die of hunger anyway, they will only become immortals, and there is no need for transactions. You give the Minister of Finance to..."

He glanced at Greg carefully:

"He's on your back now."

Greg patted his head with the monster's hand:

"Yeah, no wonder I can't see him."

He was still not used to the giant demon limbs he had just received. The force was so strong that he smashed his head and screamed.

"It's a pity that I only took over the Chancellor's hand. If you could have taken over the head, you wouldn't be so stupid," someone said.

All the civil and military officials present were shocked and looked around to see who dared to speak out their feelings.

A man dressed as a soldier stood at the door of the meeting hall. The sun was going backwards, so he could not be seen clearly.

"Who are you?" Greg was furious.

The soldier lifted his feet off the ground, floated into the air, and then flew towards Greg.

Greg stretched out the monster's left hand and grabbed the soldier.

The soldier, with a bruised nose and swollen face, said feebly:

"Sir, be careful, she broke in through the front door..."

Greg crushed the soldier and looked towards the door.

A brown-skinned woman blocked the door, holding an ax in both hands, proud and beautiful.

A piece of animal skin wraps the chest, leaving the rest of the body exposed, showing off the toned muscles. The sun dyes the brown skin with a layer of gold, making the bronze skin more three-dimensional.

The woman's only decoration is a headband made of coarse cloth, which is the symbol of a brave man in the wilderness, proof that she has killed countless enemies.

"Who are you?" Greg stood up from the throne, his huge, bloated and deformed body almost touching the ceiling.

"Neferilu." Neferi glared at Greg, "Remember this name, this will be your last memory, the limb!"

"Shut up, I am the Golden King!" Greg was also angry, picked up the axe, and struck Neferi.

"You have turned this beautiful land into a hell on earth, even the wind has been defiled by you, yet you dare to claim to be the king." Neferi put her two axes on Greg's axe, and roared back with the same roar.

Grek's monster hand hit Neferi's abdomen and knocked her away. Neferi balanced her body in the air and landed smoothly, with a bruise appearing on her abdomen.

"Yes, yes, you have strong limbs." Greg admired Neferi's muscles, "Become my limbs and become one with me!"

"Disgusting." Neferi showed a disgusted expression, raised her two axes, and cut the limb in a circle.

The body with huge and bloated limbs is difficult to turn, and its strength can only be weakened by Neferi.

Greg shook the ax in his hand, and the storm gathered around him.

As Stonewell, the Lord of Storm City, of course he also has the power to turn storms into weapons.

This power can effectively make up for his clumsy shortcomings, covering his whole body with strong winds that can break bones and muscles.

The strong wind blew Neferi's headband, revealing her cold and calm face.

She also started to dance with her double axe.

The storm in Greg's body began to drain away, and they began to embrace a more kind master.

Around Neferi, a storm was blowing that was more violent and powerful than the wind driven by Greg's huge body.

There was thunder in the storm, and the echoes of wind and thunder were heard all the time.

Greg roared angrily and pulled off the felt cloth wrapped around his body, revealing his arms that were densely covered all over his body. The arms formed muscle fibers that formed his huge body.

He rolled on the spot, and the hands on his back became a transmission belt, allowing him to flexibly roll away from the storm behind him, but several arms were still caught in it and torn into pieces together with the heavy felt cloth.

"How can you do this? Who are you?" Greg howled.

"You don't deserve to know." Neferi brandished her double ax and rushed towards Greg.

Greg looked at Neferi's brave gesture and couldn't help but think of another woman.

Greg gasped, his chest made of limbs rising and falling:

"Am I going to be defeated by a woman again... No!"

Amid Greg's shrill howl, a man rushed in front of Greg with a shield, blocking Neferi's double axes.

Looking at the person behind the shield, Neferi was shocked and angry:

"Is it you?"
Chapter completed!