Author: Crowtopia

Wuming hummed a song, wiped his sword against his spine, and dodged the attack of the coprophag. The long sword lightly picked up, cutting off the man's calf muscles, causing him to roll and fall into the distance.

The sky was getting brighter again, Wuming didn't know how long he spent here with the coprophag, and he didn't bother to count the time.

Fighting, fighting without sleep and food, will make you lose track of time.

This is already the twenty-second death of Coprophagia.

Wuming did not choose to use his overwhelming strength to crush the coprophags with one blow. Instead, he restrained the flames on his body and simply used a sword and a shield, occasionally punching and kicking, to fight around the coprophags. Each battle would last for a long time before he was finally defeated.

Copro-eaters kill.

Sitting on the nameless shoulder armor is a strange creature with two eyes and a mouth, sewn onto an egg-shaped object, which is a simulated teardrop.

Imitation Teardrop said:

"I don't understand, why not kill him quickly? His number of blessings and resurrections should be limited, shouldn't he be consumed by quick kills?"

"Limited?" Wuming said, "It should be limited, so how many times specifically? A hundred times? A thousand times? Or a million times?"

Wuming said: "I don't know, so I have to fight in the most economical way."

"But fighting like this, overall, you will consume more power, right?" said Mimic Teardrop, "Concentrating your power on one point and killing him directly should consume less energy than fighting him for half a day.

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"Maybe that's the case, but have you calculated the mental loss?" Wuming said.

"Spirit?" The imitation teardrop stretched out a hand from the egg and scratched the top of the eggshell.

"You can also say willpower, the motivation to persevere." Wuming said.

"If you kill him instantly with one blow, it should frustrate his spirit even more, and your mental loss will be less, right?" said the clone teardrop.

"For ordinary people, being killed instantly will be very frustrating." Wuming said, "But this person is obviously not an ordinary person. Killing him too quickly will only make it difficult for him to realize what happened. He is too slow and may

It's too sensitive..."

Wuming dodged and stretched his legs, tripping up the oncoming feces-eater, and continued: "And my spirit is not maintained by killing enemies instantly. Do you know how to make people want to stop fighting and keep fighting?"

"Constant victory?" Replica Teardrop replied.

"No, it's an intense battle, but not a particularly strong one." Wuming said, "It has a little hope, but it won't let you pick the fruits of victory easily. This way, it won't be too boring, and it won't be too difficult.

Despair arises in people's hearts. At an appropriate level of difficulty, people will focus entirely on the goal at hand, exert their greatest energy, and fight longer."

Wuming concluded: "If you want to maintain your own spirit, you have to be relaxed but not too relaxed. Not only will I have to consume more energy to kill him instantly, but I will also be bored waiting for him to resurrect - that will aggravate my mental wear and tear."

Mimic Teardrop thought about Wuming's words: "So that's it... But you are still very relaxed now, won't you be bored?"

"So I'm chatting with you." Wuming said, walking towards the coprophag, punching him in the stomach, and after the coprophag vomited out the last bit of food residue, he broke his neck.

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"How many times?" Wuming asked the imitation teardrop.

"Twenty-three times." Replica Teardrop replied, "When is the end..."

"What's the rush? Let's fight him two hundred and eighty-eight times first." Wuming kicked the copro-eater aside and waited for him to be resurrected again.

While waiting for the coprophag to be resurrected, Wuming said to the clone Teardrop:

"Fight with him and you'll get shit all over your body. You can cover it up for me later and create a sealed environment to cover up the dirt and smell."

"No," the mock teardrop said, "Why do I have to use my body to block your shit? I'm like a little white rabbit whose butt was wiped by a bear."

"Choose between being wiped by a bear or having your body wiped by me." Wuming took off his gauntlet, revealing a hand as skinny as a chicken, constantly shedding ash, and covered with a layer of invisible flames. "

Mimic Teardrop was silent for a moment, then suddenly his eyes widened in anger, tears of blood flowed out, and he burst into tears.

In the distance, the coprophag's neck returned to normal under the influence of an invisible force, and he got up again.

But this time, he did not rush towards Wuming again.

"Why did you stop?" Wuming said, "No more fighting?"

After vomiting out all the contents in his stomach, the coprophagic man seemed to have calmed down a bit. He took a deep look at Wuming:

"Why do you reject this blessing from the curse? You obviously don't resist the curse."

"If necessary, I do have to accept the temporary curse." Wuming said, "I don't see the need now, so why should I accept it?"

"This is a blessing!" said the dung-eater.

"Fuck you." Wuming took out a rune and said, "This is a blessing. When will the rune content of your curse exceed that of my rare rune in the same volume, then you will talk to me about blessings."

The dung-eater became excited: "It's just the remaining filth of the golden people, but the blessing of the curse can grow. Hundreds of curses came into being, thousands of children of the curse came into the world, and then, tens of

Tens of thousands, the cursed descendants multiply endlessly... From them, a few more existences like me are born - endlessly killing, defiling, and sending down blessings."

The coprophag's face was flushed with excitement, and his white eyes were bloodshot.

After hearing those words that could scare the golden people to tears, Wuming shook his finger proudly:

"Growth? Do you think my runes can't grow?"

Hearing what Wuming said, the copro-eater was stunned:

"Your blessing will also grow? What blessing is it?"

Wuming held the round eyeball-like rune in his hands and looked at the copro-eater through the crystal vitreous body of the eyeball filled with blessings:

"I use one thousand runes to hire an immortal, let the immortal work for me, and create two thousand runes of goods for me. Then I use two thousand runes to hire two immortals, and they give me four thousand runes of goods.

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Wuming stuffed the runes into his mouth, spread his arms, and shouted fervently like a preacher:

"Hundreds of employees worked for me and contributed hundreds of thousands of runes. After that, tens of thousands of golden people came to the world, and hundreds of millions of runes continued to enter my pocket! Endless growth

, squeeze and earn runes.”

Wuming's speech was so shocking that the man was speechless for a moment. After a long while, he slowly spoke:

"I see, I understand. No wonder you would reject that invincible blessing. Your path... is exactly the same as mine. You are me, and I am a dung-eater."

Wuming was not happy anymore: "You can't beat this man who is holding up a cesspit and wants to die with me, right? I don't like your taste - I like eating runes, high energy, chicken flavor, crunchy and crunchy."

"Yes, you are a coprophag, and you enjoy the relics of the golden people like glutinous rice. You are willing to eat food that I find disgusting. That's great, I understand!" The coprophag became even more crazy.

"What's wrong with him?" Wuming tilted his head and asked the avatar Teardrop.

"You must have shit in your head." Imitated Teardrop guessed.

"It's so pitiful." Wuming pity, "It's so pitiful that I can't bear to kill him anymore."

Wuming said, preparing to turn around and leave.

Just as he turned around, Wuming thought of something, tapped his toes, and turned back smoothly:

"I want to ask you something." Wuming said, "Have you seen anyone wearing a sun badge around here? Wearing full body armor."

"Are you also looking for the sun?" said the coprophag.

"I am a believer in the sun." Wuming said.

"You are indeed a coprophag!" The coprophag pointed at Wuming excitedly, "Like me, you are also pursuing the existence that looks like a magic ring!"

"Huh?" Wuming looked at the coprophag in confusion.

As if to prove something, the dung-eater ran to the dung pile again.

He reached into the golden goo and pulled out a necklace.

The necklace was made of a rusty, rough iron chain and was very old.

The pendant on the necklace is round and pie-shaped, with zigzag shapes on the edges illuminated by the sun's rays, and a face in the middle.

It looks like a huge sun badge.

The dung-eater used another force and pulled out the badge, bringing out a dirty heavy armor full of rust.

The surface of the heavy armor is inlaid with many severed horns that look like the body of the Son of Omen.

When Wuming saw the sun badge, he was already stunned. When he saw the armor again, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning and remained motionless.

He was somewhat impressed by this armor.

That was the appearance he extracted from his memory when he recruited the current cook, that gangster, in the Lake District.

That terrifying existence that is kept secret by gangsters.

The dung-eater put the armor on his body, dressed neatly, and buckled on the special-shaped spherical helmet covered with ominous broken horns.

Wuming took a few steps back, shaking his head as if it was difficult to accept the reality: "No, no... What do you think of the Son of Omen?"

"I am the son of ill omens." The Coprophagian replied, "Look! This is what I really look like!" He shouted excitedly: "Can you recognize me now? Can you understand now -

You are me—"

The thick thunderbolt directly penetrated the dung-eater's belly, melting half of his body and the sun badge covering his chest. It was so powerful that it far exceeded any moves Wuming had used in the past few days to fight him.

Even more powerful than when he killed God Skin.
To be continued...