Author: Crowtopia

When Greg ran out of the meat ball, he realized something was wrong with him.

The power of blessing was leaving him.

The golden blessing that once gave him the power of his limbs was also dissipating.

A familiar word appeared in his mind at that time.

fade.

Greg, who had longed for Godfrey all his life, also welcomed Godfrey's end. Unfortunately, he did not have Godfrey's achievements.

Just like feeling blood flowing out of his body, Greg could feel his strength draining away every moment.

He used to be so obsessed with the power brought by the limb replacement, and how frightened he was when he lost it.

Under the urging of this panic, Greg once again thought of his dream - to return to the foot of the Golden Tree.

Greg knew that when it completely faded and the limbs were completely broken, his hope of returning to the foot of the golden tree would become even slimmer.

He fled Stonewell overnight, abandoned the throne and his subordinates, and was alone, covered with stars and moon, desperately trying to get to Yatan.

He collapsed in Platinum Village - a place far away from the golden tree, where even the shadow of the golden tree could not be seen.

Greg was rescued by the Son of Platinum, the first sinner saved by Platinum Village.

The abuse that Greg expected did not appear, nor did he receive a blank stare - the son of platinum was too humble, he had never even seen limb replacement, and he was not qualified to despise a faded person.

At that time, Greg still had three of his limbs. The Sons of Platinum sympathized with the disabled people who had the same fate as them and took good care of him.

In return for this care, Greg proposed to save the Platinum Son with an artificial limb.

The Platinum Sons immediately agreed. They welcomed all experiments and respected him enough to call him elder.

No matter how much strength he gained from the limbs and how much he despised the faded, Greg did not gain people's respect. But after he became a faded, he gained respect.

For the first time, Greg realized that his longing for the golden tree was not because of the blessing, but because of the happy childhood life that the golden tree represented.

However, the long-term obsession did not disappear so easily. He was ashamed to see the light of the golden tree again and locked himself in the wooden house, but he still hoped to return to the foot of the golden tree when he went to the holy tree with the Platinum Village. In this way

Contradictory and entangled.

In particular, he didn't want to follow Millicent back to Stone City, so he always expressed opposition when Millicent proposed going to Stone City.

But this time, the obsession gave in to Platinum Village.

The madness and paranoia that once filled my brain seemed to fade away along with it.

Greg still went to Stonewell with Elpas and others, returning to the place where all his shame was buried.

His increasingly weak body made it clear to him that he had no chance to return to the foot of the Golden Tree. Not only would his shame be buried here, but his bones would also be buried.

However, he had completely lost hope, but he did not despair. He focused all his energy on the replacement of the Platinum Son. When Stonewell was in crisis of destroying the city, Greg realized that his last chance to redeem himself had come.

The Son of Platinum redeemed him, and this time it was his turn to redeem the Son of Platinum. This was the only time in his life that he did not destroy others, but saved others.

A lifetime of limb replacement, a reign of terror, and countless scorn and fear. At the last moment of his life, he showed his demigod style for the first time, acting like a human stick without any limbs.

…

In the haze, Greg seemed to see an angel spreading its wings in front of his eyes and flying towards him against the light.

"Ancestor, have you witnessed it..." Greg murmured.

"I didn't witness it. Get out of here quickly." The angel replied.

Then a sharp pain hit his face.

When Greg regained consciousness, he discovered that the angel was not surrounded by wings, but by a slap that was so fast that it was dancing as an afterimage, greeting him on the face.

nameless!

Seeing this figure, Greg subconsciously felt horrified.

Just like even if he had looked away, when he saw Millicent's dancing waterfowl, he still thought of that terrifying woman, and was so frightened that he lost his breath for a moment. Even though he looked away, when Greg saw Wuming, he was still so scared that his limbs became weak.

.

Oh, the limbs are gone, it's probably a phantom limb illusion.

"Grek!" Wuming shouted, "You have committed a crime, you know! You have committed a major crime! It's time for reckoning!"

Greg's faded eyes were sad:

"I plead guilty. If you want to punish me, do it as soon as possible, otherwise I may die before you punish me. I know that I have committed a serious crime of limb replacement and it is irreversible——"

"Who told you about the limb?" Wuming saw that Greg still didn't fully realize his mistake, and twisted his ears, "Run, Luen, my rune!"

"Ah?" Greg didn't react, he just felt that his consciousness was gradually blurring, and he probably couldn't hold on anymore.

But before his consciousness drifted far away, Wuming took out a few runes and stuffed them into his mouth. He also took out a severed limb and poked it into one of the fractures in his limbs.

Greg suddenly woke up.

After handing the runes to Greg with his own hands, Wuming roared even louder:

"My Rune!"

Wuming threw Greg aside:

"Nimgefu's 20% tax, how many runes? Do you know?"

"One hundred and thirty thousand runes." Greg said, "I only collect taxes from limbs."

Wuming was stunned: "Do you think you are very humorous?"

Greg whispered: "Tell the truth..."

"Anyway, the losses you have caused me are beyond measurable in numbers." Wuming didn't want to look at Greg, "The economic losses are immeasurable. You have committed a huge crime! You must atone for your sins!"

"How to atone?" Greg was confused.

Wuming looked at Greg with disgust:

"Look at you like this, you don't have anything, not even an arm or a leg. Apart from your demigod status, the golden bloodline passed down to you by Marika Godfrey, and a big rune, what else do you have?

What else do you have?"

"There is nothing left." Greg admitted honestly.

"Let's see, you'll be responsible for those things outside first." Wuming said impatiently, "This is the first step in atonement."

Wumingzui glanced in one direction.

Greg looked curiously in the direction of Wuming's curled lips, but he couldn't see it as he was lying on the ground.

Two puppets came to Greg, lifted him up, and raised him to a high place so that he could see clearly.

Outside the city wall, the smoke of war has just dispersed.

On the battlefield, moans and screams were endless.

No matter how overwhelming the advantage is, there will never be no casualties, not to mention that this war is quite brutal.

Both the coalition forces and Stone City soldiers had quite a number of wounded.

"There are a lot of disabled people." Wuming said, "Don't you know how to graft limbs? It's time for you to show off. First, save these laborers for me."

"So that's it." Greg smiled inexplicably, "Okay."

"I'll give you these two puppets. Don't worry, they're safe. They'll serve as transportation tools for you. You hurry up and get to work, attach their limbs, and transform them well." Wuming said, "Reform well and become a new person."

!”

Wu Ming said that, walked down the city wall, and walked away.

Neferi is in the city, directing the people in the city to clean up the mess.

Wuming discovered that a fierce battle seemed to have taken place in the city, and some of the wreckage did not look like it was shot by a trebuchet. There were many signs that it seemed to have been bombed by magic, and the remaining power was quite complicated.

"What's going on?" Wuming asked Neferi.

"There is a thief lord who led a group of people from your underground tunnel to the city while no one was paying attention." Neferi said.

"Is there such a thing?" Wuming didn't expect it, "Are there heavy casualties in the city? After all, there is no defense force."

Neferi shook her head: "They were blocked near the entrance of the tunnel and were all destroyed."

"It's amazing, you actually have a backup plan." Wuming was surprised, "You still have this kind of power hidden?"

Nefeli's expression was a little complicated:

"It's not me. Judging from the traces at the scene...it looks a bit like my adoptive father's handiwork."

"Baizhi? Has he been here?" Wuming was even more surprised.

"I don't know." Neferi said, "It's just that besides him, I can't imagine anyone else who could leave such traces of battle."

"What is he here for?" Wuming asked.

"I don't know." Neferi said, "I couldn't contact my adoptive father before, but now that I think about it, he probably left the study and came here in person."

"To help you?" Wuming guessed.
To be continued...