Chapter 410: Guarding the Royal Mausoleum
Before she could think about the reason for the other party's betrayal, she felt a convulsive pain in her lungs again.
Mary groaned, "Ahem, why, why... killing me won't do you any good... huh?!"
Her lungs felt another tearing pain, and a mouthful of sweet and fishy hot blood flowed up from her respiratory tract and flowed out from her mouth and nose.
But, but!
This time the pain was just physical pain, the pain of devouring life without any curse!
It was just pure pain!
Mary Morstan looked down happily and saw two bent and deformed claws slowly pulling away from her chest.
At the front of the two fingers burned some extremely quiet and extremely dark strange flames.
That flame... was extremely pure black.
Unlike ordinary flames, which distinguish three areas of three colors, the outer flame, the inner flame and the flame core.
This dark flame was pure black, and the inside and outside were the same deep black.
At the first glance, Mary Mostan felt that her eyes were completely attracted by the dark flames... In the silent burning flames, she seemed to be able to glimpse a kind of darkness that transcends darkness and gloom.
Her mind seemed to be swallowed up by the dark flames along with the light... Her spirit seemed to sink into the entangled, agonizing, empty and lonely darkness.
The joy that just emerged from the bottom of her heart dissipated in an instant, and what filled her heart again was... the hatred and anger that she thought had been relieved long ago!
A dot of darkness rapidly enlarged in the depths of the female dancer's pupils, like a drop of ink quickly dyeing the clear pool water.
In a trance, the face of Major Sholto, who murdered her father, appeared in front of Mary again, and that hateful face just overlapped with the terrifying monster in front of her! ! !
"Sholto... damn Sholto!"
"Be buried with my father!!!"
The female dancer raised her head in anger, and quickly chanted the dance music of Shiva, the god of destruction and dance. In the depths of her eyes, there was a seductive light of ignorance, illusion and obsession brewing!
Facing the sudden hostility of the female dancer, the monster, as hideous as an evil ghost, did not dodge or defend, but immediately raised the two fingers burning in silence and lightly tapped the sand dune behind the female dancer.
With two piercing sounds, the burning two fingers suddenly shot forward, and the blazing black flashed in the bloody desert.
With a loud bang, the sand dune exploded, and the black flames wrapped in sand and dust soared into the sky, dozens of feet high.
A sand dune the size of a house was razed to the ground, and gravel burning with black flames fell from the sky like a black blood rain.
At this time, the enchanting light in the female dancer's eyes had already accumulated, and the song of destruction and dance became high and sharp, as if countless evil spirits were screaming!
The light of ignorance, illusion and obsession burst out and shot straight at the monster's head!
The monster still did not dodge or evade, and was not even moved at all. He even nodded slightly as if he wanted to directly collide with the three obsessions with his forehead!
Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and the three obsessions that were condensed like a substance were about to hit the smooth and dark forehead of the monster.
The next moment, the smooth forehead that seemed to be covered with thin armor suddenly cracked.
The crack was as flat as a sharp blade, and there was no flesh or bones behind the armor... only endless deep darkness.
The darkness on the forehead seemed to be both static and moving, as if it was crawling and rotating.
It was a completely black eyeball.
"Miss Mary, why are you so excited?"
Watson's eyes swelled and shrank, as if swallowing something to dispel the light of ignorance, illusion and obsession.
Then he raised his hand and slapped the top of the female dancer's head.
Confusion and drowsiness buzzed in Mary's head.
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I don't know how long it has passed.
In this bloody desert, time seems to have frozen and stopped.
The bright red sun always hangs high on the peak of the steep sand dunes in the distance, as if it has really been pierced by the sharp sand dunes and is firmly fixed on the horizon and unwilling to fall.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the golden yellow sand seems to be stained with the disturbing blood color.
There is obviously no wind or waves, but the reddish yellow sand is flowing slowly, flowing around the bones that have been dead for thousands of years... It seems that these reddish gravel are the weathered flesh and blood that flowed down when the giant beasts fought in the past.
Even if time has passed for an unknown amount of time.
These flesh and blood that have weathered into sand are still circling around their masters... as if they are waiting for the day when the giant skeletons will revive again.
Looking forward to the day when they will rise up and fight again!
But in fact, these giant skeletons that seem to have been dead for a long time... are indeed still "alive".
Even though they have been "dead" for thousands of years, the idea of fighting and conquering is still deeply engraved in the giant skeletons.
Whenever there are fresh lives approaching, the fresh bloody smell on them can immediately wake up those "real warriors" who have been sleeping for a long time!
Just like at this moment, the woman wearing only a light leather shirt and the man covered with armor stepped onto this sacred and bloody land.
Not only did they not speak out the ban left by the general, they also trampled on the bones of the warriors unscrupulously, insulting the glory of the warriors! ! !
The blood sand flowed and clung to the ancient skeletons. The wet sand rolled up the scattered skeletons and gathered them together piece by piece, forming a ten-foot-tall monster with a lion head and a human body!
The flowing wet blood sand gradually became hard and thick, attached to the skeleton of the half-lion, half-human monster, forming a kind of muscle-like texture.
"Invaders... Kill without mercy!!!"
The revived half-lion, half-human monster roared silently to the sky!
Reaching out to grab the ground, the sand flowed again and gathered in the monster's hand, turning into a fifteen-foot-long sharp spear, with a sharp and cold light shining on the tip of the spear as sticky as blood!
The man in the black armor suddenly stepped on the ground and jumped up, avoiding the spear wielded by another half-lion, half-human skeleton, and turned sideways in the air and kicked the opponent's chest.
As the blood sand splashed, the seven-toed armored foot kicked the center of the half-lion, half-human monster's ribs.
Crack, a slight crack bloomed, and then spread to the surrounding bones at lightning speed!
In less than three seconds, the dense cracks were already full of the skeleton of the half-lion, half-human monster. With a crisp sound, the warrior who had finally woken up after sleeping for thousands of years had turned into powder all over the ground.
The gray bone fragments and bright red gravel mixed together, just like red gold sand mixed with dull silver.
Mary stood quietly by and watched the battle. Her mind was still a little unclear, and she was recalling her conversation with Watson just now.
"After I started the ceremony of the Shadowless Kings' Tomb, a vortex-shaped gate appeared in the sky, and began to greedily devour and absorb the surrounding matter and energy... I do have an impression of this part of the memory."
"But I can't remember what happened next..."
"According to you, Mr. Watson... the whole ceremony began to go out of control. The ceremony madly absorbed my power of enlightenment, and my phase of enlightenment also fell into a state of loss of control."
"Not only did I open cracks in my body, but I also madly exerted the influence of enlightenment on everything around me, trying to dismantle everything around me."
"Just as the ancient lion attacked, Mr. Watson, you struggled to delay until the entrance of the king's tomb opened to a size large enough to accommodate you and me, and then you forcibly tied me up and rushed into the gate of the Shadowless King's Tomb..."
"Then we arrived in this desert?"
Watson nodded slightly: "Yes, that's right."
"But, Mr. Watson, you still didn't tell me... Why did my moth phase disappear?!"