Chapter 381 Only by forgetting can you be free

Chapter 381 Only by forgetting can you be free

That night, Shiraz was in turmoil, with wailing, screaming, and wild laughter.

Many families lost their husbands/fathers/sons/brothers that night, and there were cries of pain.

But many people were proud that their loved ones participated in this struggle for freedom, especially when their loved ones brought back rare treasures looted from the evil demons of Great Britain. They were so excited that they danced and laughed in joy all over the streets.

In the blood and fire, there are always people who benefit and there are always people who sacrifice.

And the ancient lion standing on the top of the Kindness Mountain also saw the ugly appearance of the people dozens of miles away.

It only felt a long-lost joy in its heart, and its decayed soul seemed to slowly revive, just like a long-dead corpse sitting up from the grave again, and the gray world was full of color again.

It pulled out its hammer-shaped tail from the ugly moth and twisted it happily, and its tail swayed like a cobra dancing to music.

Compared with the ancient lion who was enjoying himself, the ugly moth with endless greed was obviously not feeling well.

Its belly, which should have been broken into a big hole, had healed quickly in an instant after the hammer-like lion tail was pulled out. The wound was smooth and there was no trace of being pierced by the sharp and rugged hammer.

But at this moment, the belly of the moth body, which was as skinny as burnt charcoal, was strangely swollen, like an inflated ball, and became round and plump with the naked eye.

The belly, which was huge and round due to the rapid expansion, looked particularly deformed and twisted hanging on the skinny moth body.

The belly membrane became thin and transparent due to this abnormal expansion and stretching. It was vaguely visible that there was a ball of scarlet flames burning in the abdominal cavity without any organs!

The scarlet flames continued to surge, almost bursting the belly of the ugly moth. The belly membrane was also becoming more and more crystal clear like a flawless glass, and the whole picture of the burning scarlet flames could be clearly seen.

Inside the ugly, deformed moth, a blood-red flame was burning fiercely. The surging and burning flames were swaying, and there seemed to be a lion-shaped face roaring in the depths of the flame.

Every time the flame-hearted lion roared, the scarlet flames would swell again. The violently expanding flames were almost about to break the fragile belly membrane of the ugly moth.

The blazing heat overflowing from the body burned the moth's body with charred marks, but these burnt scars soon fell off piece by piece, revealing the pink and dull new skin at the bottom.

But even so, the moth with a strong regenerative ability could not heal the blazing flame in its belly.

The flames containing the angry lion were not a harm to itself, but a gift of knowledge and power. It was a truly useful thing that it could neither abandon nor be willing to abandon.

He could only endure the pain that seemed to tear his bones apart, and silently inflict the pain on the foolish mortals who invaded the manor.

Pain is a conserved thing. Every time you share a bit of pain with others, it will be reduced by half.

It was not until the feet were filled with the bodies of those foolish mortals who shouted the words of praise to Allah that Watson completely digested the scarlet flames entangled in his heart.

He had mastered one of the seventy-seven forty-nine ways of breaking bones.

"Cavill, are you having fun?"

Mary Mostan's voice came from not far away. The woman was leaning against the corridor fence wearing only thin clothes. The pale moonlight splashed down, and she seemed to be covered with a faint layer of bright silver light.

Watson kicked away the corpse of the Freedom Resistance Army under his feet. The touch transmitted back by his toes was soft and slightly elastic, without any sense of hard objects at all - the bones in the body of this mortal corpse had been completely broken into dregs, and the flesh was soft and elastic like a large piece of mature steak about to be sold on the chopping board.

He turned around and smiled a bright and bloody smile, waving at the woman watching from the top of the manor.

"It was a great trip."

Heber Butler witnessed the whole process, but he had lost the company's self-awakening spell to protect his mind. He didn't think there was anything wrong with Cavill's charge alone to wipe out dozens of armed resistance soldiers. He just quickly ordered the trembling servants to carry the bodies.

"Hurry up! Don't let the blood of these dirty criminals stain Miss Sholto's beautiful eyes!"

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The ancient lion turned around and looked at the ugly moth that had completely digested the bone-crushing method.

Although the bone-crushing method it had just taught was only a small part of it.

But even if it was only one-seven-seven-forty-nineth of it, it couldn't change the bone-crushing method. It was the secret of the fifth-level blade granted by the general himself.

The knowledge of change and the power of conflict contained in it were enough to make ordinary fourth-level blade people fall into self-doubt and schizophrenia.

If someone with an extremely incompatible nature insists on forcibly absorbing the knowledge of the Bone Crushing Technique, it is very likely that the Bone Crushing Technique will devour him on the spot, turning him into broken weapon fragments or a corpse with broken bones.

"But this despicable moth insect was able to absorb and digest the general's Bone Crushing Technique in such a short time, without even having to convert to the general's faith or receive enlightenment from the shrine..."

"This moth is a natural innovator."

"Perhaps, chaos and strife are not opposites, but complementary."

"Only by subverting the original order can a new order be established in chaos."

Like a thoughtful light flowing in the depths of the lion's eyes as bright as gold, the ancient lion looked up at the starry sky, seeming to be able to break through the limitations of the night and see Hercules, a constellation in the northern sky.

"General, is this moth the revelation you gave me?" The ancient lion murmured in his heart: "But why did you set such inconvenient prohibitions for me when you left?"

"I can obviously save the Shadowless Empire from destruction, I can obviously participate in the last war, I can obviously fight side by side with other companions..."

"Even if the result is still failure, even if I will face the end...but at least I have worked hard for it."

"I will have no regrets until my death."

"Rather than like now, curling up like a coward in this three-acre area of ​​Shiraz, guarding those old bones."

The ancient lion's eyes flickered, and the golden light flickered on and off, as if tears were shed.

"I also want to embrace my freedom, and I also want to spark change and resistance in the world."

"General... please forgive me. I am no longer willing to take on the responsibility of guarding the tomb. I hope you can release the shackles of the forbidden laws of guarding the tomb and give me true freedom!"

"Fight, fight, fight... fight against the world, fight against fate, fight against everything that wants to control you... Isn't this the spirit you have always taught us?"

"If you don't want to release the shackles, then I'm sorry..." The flickering lion eyes became firm in an instant, and the sharp cold light radiated from the eyes was already a golden sword that condensed the essence, stabbing at the top of the mountain of kindness. A pair of deep and straight sword holes emerged.

The Ugly Moth had just regained a relatively clear consciousness when he heard a hoarse voice that sounded cold and emotionless from the top of the mountain. The words were mixed with unquestionable determination.

"Moth, continue to forget the prohibitions in your mind for me."

"When I completely forget the prohibition, you can get everything you want."

"Seven, seven and forty-nine methods of bone-crushing, methods of destroying and recasting... As long as you can withstand the general's will, I will grant the secret transmission of all the blades I know without reservation."

"I can't even explain how to open the entrance to the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings... I know that this is your real goal."

The ugly alien moth slowly flapped its wings and soared into the sky. Pieces of scorched shells fell off its body, and its deformed insect head seemed to be smiling with satisfaction like a human face.

"Then I'm welcome, my dear Mr. Lion."

This time, it was the ugly moth's turn to extend its needle-sharp mouthparts and pierce the ancient lion's head violently. The strange squeaking noise that sounded like a sharp blade resounded on the top of Shanxin Mountain.