Chapter 382 Ant Nest Collapse
The clanking gold and iron made a crisp sound.
The needle-like mouthparts hit the bronze lion's head, but it was unable to penetrate the ancient lion's skin at all.
After leaving only a slight white mark, the ugly moth's mouthparts snapped open.
"Lord Lion, please relax a bit." The Ugly Moth looked at its sharp mouthparts that had broken into two sections and said helplessly:
"Your skin is too hard. If you keep it so tight, I can't complete the art of forgetting... You don't want to do it like last time, where we tried all night and barely succeeded, right? "
While muttering the ancient Semitic language, the Ugly Moth stretched out its slender tentacles to pick up the broken needle and put it back into its mouth.
A bright and coquettish light as bright as blood flashed between the two broken needles, and the sharp mouthparts like injection needles returned to their original state.
"Although I can consume the power of my heart to repair broken limbs, my heart power is not an endless spring... I am not like you, Mr. Lion, who possesses nearly eternal and continuous power. The mind is as weak as a shriveled fruit.”
The ancient lion moved its eyes slightly, and its golden eyes seemed to flow in a sea of flesh and blood, slowly moving up to the top of its head, so that its gaze could reach all over the sky.
The single eye that rose to the top of his head was staring at the moth who was chattering nonsense, and his eyes were shining with a light as hot and dangerous as magma.
"Don't try to make other tricks, moth." The ancient lion warned: "I will always keep an eye on you."
"Of course, my dear Lord Lion, how dare I have any other thoughts under your gaze." The Ugly Moth said with a sneer:
The ancient lion's thick bronze skin finally relaxed, and a fiery aura like the edge of an active volcano emerged from his body. The steaming heat seemed to melt blood, flesh, and bones.
The smooth skin on the top of the head without hair is rippled with flesh and blood, just like the breeze blowing across the surface of the lake, causing ripples, revealing the features deep in the lake bottom.
The skin, flesh, and bones follow the forger's shaping intentions, slowly moving around, opening an extremely tiny hole at the top of the skull, and spitting out a hot breath visible to the naked eye, who will try to pry into it. The mysterious ugly moth inside burned out large burn marks.
The petite black and withered moth's head was immediately covered with dense burns and blisters, but these injuries, which were not serious at all, were left behind in an instant.
The ugly alien moth concentrated with great concentration and controlled its sharp mouthparts to slowly penetrate the appropriately sized hole on the top of the ancient lion's skull.
Terrifying heat has been continuously spurting out from the ancient lion's skull, and the hard and indestructible sharp needle seems to be twisted and melted by this surging heat.
Every millimeter you go deeper requires you to face the increasingly turbulent and violent heat, and every moment you need to abandon the sweeping heat to prevent the sharp mouthparts from melting into the skull of the ancient lion.
But even so, the tip of the needle-mouthed device is inevitably twisted and twisted, as if it has transformed into a small snake as slender as a hair.
The small black snake slithered through the narrow passage in the brain specially opened by the ancient lion, avoiding the boiling brain tissue that was as hot as magma, and finally reached the end after twists and turns.
The brain tissue at the end point is entwined with ancient and bright golden light. The golden light flows like sparkling waves, and ancient ritual words are hidden in the faintly visible light.
It is the text of the most secret ritual hidden in the deepest part of the far-reaching desert. According to legend, it is the innate language of the ant mother who holds seven titles.
This is the tomb-keeping prohibition left by the impeccable Golden General in the mind of the ancient lion. Even though his words have passed two thousand years, they still contain divine and unpredictable power.
But who would have thought that today, two thousand years later, there would be an ignorant moth that would dare to challenge the authority of the God of Resistance and try to challenge the great power left by God!
But what is even more unexpected is that this moth actually completed the incredible act of forgetting the words of God Zhuan!
The dark snake, as slender as hair, carefully avoided the pieces of hot brain tissue and cautiously approached the forbidden text left by the golden general.
Although the thin snake has no eyes, the words written by the ant mother contain magic that can pierce people's hearts. The twisted and snake-like words are clearly reflected in the eyes of the ugly alien moth, and are also clearly displayed in the eyes of ordinary people. The blood in the boy's right eye was directly reflected in the skull of John Watson, who was three thousand miles away.
He only felt that there seemed to be a strange sound like the hissing of a snake in his head, and dazzling mysterious runes broke into his brain. It seemed that there were countless newborn snakes wandering around in his brain, twisting and dancing. The thin snake seems to be trying to open up intricate nests in the brain, and seems to be trying to dismantle the gap between the brain and the skull so that the brain can leave the skull and the skull can disintegrate into pieces.
However, this seemed to be just his sudden hallucination. In the next moment, he had put this strange thought behind him, shook his head and continued to talk in detail about the history of literature and art with the knowledgeable Miss Moran.
The ugly moth crawling on the top of the ancient lion's head slightly vibrated its skin and penetrated its wings. It actually fanned out blazing waves, and the air waves were mixed with little sparks, like the sparks splashed by iron hammer hitting iron felt.
However, the figure of the ugly alien moth was not affected by the heat wave at all. It was still as steady as if it were deeply rooted in the skull of the ancient lion. It was still concentrating on controlling the sharp mouthparts that penetrated deeply into the skull of the ancient lion.
Twisted tentacles extending from the tip of a needle-mouthed organ are slowly wandering back and forth around the brain tissue protected by the flickering forbidden runes. The mysterious twisted runes are reflected in the ugly alien moth's skull, although it is impossible to analyze them. It contains real semantic meaning, but analysis is not the goal of this trip.
After the tentacle looked around, it finally found the incomplete mysterious rune, which was exactly the half of the text it threw away when it used the art of oblivion for the ancient lion last time.
The prohibition on guarding the mausoleum left by the Golden General was actually just a simple word at that time, but Shen Zhuan's words also contained unimaginable terrifying power, and just a few words were enough to affect the operation of the world.
A casual order to guard the mausoleum two thousand years ago directly evolved into an unbreakable prohibition in the ears of the ancient lion.
An imprisoning ritual that is difficult to break.
A heavy yoke that restricts free movement.
A large insurmountable wall stands in the heart of the ancient lion. The wall is piled up on the body to cage and restrain the mind.
Until this moment, a moth that shouldn't be here appears, using a strange art of forgetfulness that goes beyond conventional cognition, and drills holes as tiny as ant nests in this two-thousand-year-old wall of prohibitions. Hole.
But no matter how small the ant nest is, it still has the potential to collapse thousands of miles long!
Like a needle-mouthed instrument suddenly piercing a corner of the forbidden rune that had collapsed, the twisted and dancing tip collided with the burning mysterious rune, and a fierce mystical reaction suddenly burst out.
Blazing light and heat burst out inside the skull of the ancient lion, and the unbearable torture and pain quickly surged into his heart. The tip of the ugly moth's mouthparts directly shattered and disintegrated into a plume of dirty smoke.
The turbid smoke filled the forbidden runes, but it condensed and did not disperse. In an instant, it turned into a dark shadow like a thick black ink.
The shadow was as thick and dim as pure darkness, and immediately spread to the remaining parts of the incomplete rune. The dark color mercilessly swallowed up the light and heat, and the terrifying blazing light and heat flowed into the body of the ugly alien moth like magma.
The feverish heat that could burn all the iron in the world seemed to completely ignite the ugly alien moth. Its withered and dark moth body once again ignited with a powerful light as scarlet as blood, and the surrounding air twisted and fled in horror.
This blazing temperature suddenly burst out from every pore, like a small star lighting up in the night sky, burning all the broken bones and corpses at the door of Heber Manor.
Watson stood naked in the center of the large pit where the remaining flames remained. Looking at the charred corpses around him, he showed a playful smile as if he had found a new interesting thing.