Chapter 413 Immortal Army
Mary Morstan stood up, and her body, which had drunk enough of the wine in the cup, was rejuvenated with youthful vitality.
Even though the wine in the cup had been completely consumed by her flesh and blood, without wasting any drop, the influence of the cup seemed to remain on her skin, and her delicate and smooth skin seemed to be hazy and faintly red.
Under the glow of the red sun, this faint red color became more and more intense and scarlet, just like mixing bright red blood into pure milk, but it would not make people feel turbid, but only revealed a pure white and coquettish beauty.
The female dancer swallowed the last drop of the wine in her mouth, deliberately not tasting the sweet taste of the wine with the tip of her tongue, but slowed down her breathing and calmed her spirit, concentrating on controlling her heart to play the music left by the great musician.
The drumbeat in her heart contained an impassioned and passionate rhythm, like a couple in love kissing passionately.
But the end of the song is filled with a touch of sadness... It turns out that this unforgettable love is just a conspiracy of the girlfriend, just the girlfriend's jealous vigilance... This result makes the boyfriend unforgettable and makes him sleepless every night.
The vigilant emotions gradually sprout and grow in the heart of the female dancer as the drum of the heart vibrates... Even her flesh and blood and her cells seem to wake up, becoming fragile, sensitive and unusually vigilant.
The slender and flexible muscle fibers dance hand in hand with the neighboring companions to resonate the frequency, and every inch of flesh and blood seems to be able to communicate with each other in the slightly vibrating song and dance.
"I am Mary Mostan's skin... I have melted, I have burned, I have opened... I am real."
"I am Mary Mostan's muscles... I have been pink, I have been dark, I have been torn... I am real."
"I am Mary Mostan's blood... I have boiled, I have cooled, I have flowed... I am also real."
"I am Mary Mostan's bones... I have broken, I have crushed, I have split... I am real."
"I am the blood of John Watson and Sebastian..."
Some of the flesh and blood from others still remain in the united 'Mary Mostan'. They follow the rhythm of the neighboring flesh and blood in confusion and join the resonant dance. They can't help but reveal their essence and origins, "... My mission is to sacrifice myself to heal--"
The voice of the foreign blood disappeared.
When they revealed their identities, the sensitive and suspicious 'Mary Mostan's' immediately rushed forward, tearing this ball of blood with surging vitality into pieces of cell residues, and then swallowed and chewed these delicious active vitality.
Mary Morstan's flesh and blood performed a dance of resonance again and again, until the body was singing the name of 'Mary Morstan' in unison, and no other sound was heard.
'In this way... I believe I can completely digest John Watson's blood... to cut off his manipulation of the blood and plant any traps in my body. '
Mary Morstan has keenly noticed the inconsistency in John Watson's words... My own moth in the brain desperately closes the distorted door of opening, thereby interrupting the process of distortion... Such a thing sounds too absurd!
She didn't want to believe any pause in the other party's words!
The main content of the curse contract signed between the two is 'John Watson must do his best to help Mary Morstan enter the tomb of the Shadowless Kings and escort her back to London safely', although Mary also added a number of supplementary clauses to prevent John Watson from circumventing the contract punishment through other tricks.
However, sincerity and frankness are not within the scope of the contract... If John Watson's lies do not hinder his exercise of the contract, then even the contract will not react to his fraud.
Just like John Watson's two fingers piercing Mary Morstan's chest just now... The process of this behavior seems to be for the purpose of harming, but the actual result is to remove the slow breath curse in her body... Such an action will naturally not trigger the punishment of the curse contract.
This is the advantage of the curse contract - flexibility.
This is also the disadvantage of the curse contract - slowness.
But none of this matters. What matters is how I can give full play to it next... squeeze out the value of John Watson and let him help me get on the stage of the dance of destiny.
In this process, I must exhaust his spirit and strength, making him exhausted and weak... In this way, even if he really has evil intentions, he will not have extra strength to threaten me!
After Mary Morstan made up her mind, she began to slow down her movement, wandering in this dangerous desert like a fly that has lost its head and cannot recognize the direction, waking up one guard of the royal tomb after another.
The soundless yet soul-shaking lion roars echoed in the barren desert, and the rough sand that was as wet and salty as flesh and blood was rippling.
The bloody sand was rippling, and the ancient bones suddenly stood up in the tide of the sand sea. The rough flesh and blood reattached to the long-lost bones, until the lion head on the top reshaped its ferocious and ferocious appearance.
The sand swept the brutal stones and gathered into an extremely sharp sixteen-foot spear, and the hard stones were glued into a giant shield with oval openings on both sides.
The size of each weapon was far beyond the secular range, but it was just right for the guards of the royal tomb who were more than ten feet tall!
The seven-headed, half-lion, half-human royal tomb guard looked at the human-like and insect-like figure standing in front of him, his eyes formed by the coal mines buried deep in the sand burst into flames!
"The intruder...die!"
"Intruders will be killed without mercy!!!"
"Immortal! Immortal! Immortal!!!"
The three spears were thrown out first, and the sixteen-foot outline tore through the air and erupted with a whistling piercing sound. The scarlet and black spear tips were already burning until they were hot and red!
In the ancient times, after this giant spear containing the 'Wrath of Achaemenes' was thrown, it could cross a distance of nearly a thousand yards in an instant and directly tear apart the Macedonian phalanx as strong as a city wall. Set the enemy general's chariot on fire directly!
But at this time, these three blazing spears were shot towards the thin figure in the distance, but the damn little bug easily dodged it with its nimble footsteps. Only the blazing flames that burst out when the spears fell can be seen in that scene. There were pitted burn marks on the pitch black carapace.
Under the bombardment of the flames from three consecutive spears falling, the carapace of that hateful insect had cracked open with dense scars, and Achaemenes's anger even spread smoothly to the opponent's unarmored arms!
This is the best time to take advantage of the victory!
The three closest half-lion, half-human royal tomb guards roared with roars that directly shocked the spirit - in the past era, their roars were enough to break the heart of any mortal.
A heat wave visible to the naked eye burst out from the wide-open lion's mouth, slapping directly at the little bug in front of him!