Chapter 414: Hypocritical Concern
Three half-lion, half-human guards of the royal mausoleum stomped on the ground and leaped up. Their muscles made of sand and gravel were cracked by the surging force, and flowing magma could be vaguely seen between the cracks.
They held the oval giant shield in front of them with both hands, intending to transform themselves into meteorites falling from the sky with their tyrannical weight, vowing to crush the damn invading bug into a pool of meat paste!
Mary Morstan was hiding and watching at the moment. According to what she had just agreed with John Watson, she had experienced the triple torture of uncontrolled distortion and delayed breath curse, and even though she had drunk Mr. Watson's blood full of vitality, she still did not fully recover.
"In order to have enough energy to complete the dance of destiny later, I must maintain a state of meditation... Mr. Watson can only face the next battle alone."
At that time, regardless of whether Watson had any objections in his heart, under such a clear request and under the constraints of the contract, he could only nod in silence.
So Mary Morstan hid behind a sand dune and watched John Watson fight the group of mausoleum guards.
‘Unlike the single fight just now, this time it was a joint attack of seven mausoleum guards. Even John Watson, you will have to pay a lot of price...’
From her perspective, the three half-lion, half-human mausoleum guards stomped on the ground and made the sand fly. They flew up to a height of more than ten feet. Their huge bodies seemed to completely cover the afterglow of the setting sun in the distance, and transformed into three huge shadows that completely covered the place where the flames below had not yet extinguished.
‘I guess John Watson must have two eyes... no, three eyes and one black one! ’ Mary Morstan said with a little gloating in her heart.
Even though the momentum of the seven ten-foot-tall mausoleum guards was indeed mighty, and when they rushed over in unison, they raised dust and looked very oppressive... but the female dancer was quite confident in John Watson's strength.
‘Even now, he has just experienced a battle with the ancient lion, and he has delivered at least thirty ounces of blood to me. ’
Mary Morstan thought, ‘But even the ancient lion couldn’t deal with John Watson… these seven so-called immortal guards can only slightly deplete John Watson’s physical strength. ’
The result was indeed as she expected.
The three guards of the royal mausoleum that took the brunt of the attack fell heavily on the sand where John Watson had stood before, and a large area of sand and dust covering a radius of dozens of feet suddenly filled the air, making it difficult to observe the situation inside.
But the female dancer with the heart phase was able to see through the situation in the sand and dust by sensing the heart beat.
In her heart phase vision, the three guards of the royal mausoleum that had no heart but emitted a weak heart beat fell down with a bang, and they simply fell into the air—which meant that John Watson’s chaotic heart rate had moved to a range of ten feet away the moment before they fell.
The next second, the chaotic and disordered heartbeat burst out with an unprecedented loud noise, like the engine of fighting and killing roaring wantonly! ! !
Then the roaring engine of fighting and killing rushed into the center of the sand and dust, and violently collided with one of the weak heartbeats... Collision, collision, collision, deafening collisions continued to sound in the sand.
The chaotic engine also became more and more excited and fanatical in the constant collision!
The weird, chaotic and crazy heartbeat seemed to symbolize John Watson's heart at the moment. The extremely chaotic and strangely excited pulsation frequency fell into the female dancer's heart, as if it could analyze some information or words.
It was an extremely arrogant laugh.
It was telling the beauty of tearing limbs, sharing the pleasure of shattering bones, and praising the supremacy of violence and destruction! ! !
Even if the remaining four guards of the royal mausoleum quickly joined the sand, they could not stop the roar of the increasingly loud chaotic engine... It only added some new timbre to the monotonous and dull impact music of the sand.
Some sharp weapons tearing hard and piercing heavy objects with refreshing groans, some fierce explosions with bangs, and some crisp and pleasant crackling sounds.
Blood-red flames, dark red evil light, and the sticky light of the blackest black... Mottled colors flashed in the yellow sand.
Eight heartbeats were entangled together, as if they were performing a dance of love and hate, using the most primitive body movements to express the anger and madness in their hearts... But gradually, some exhausted actors began to leave the stage.
Thirty-seven seconds... It was the time that Mary Morstan had been silently reciting in her heart, and it was also the time when the other seven weak heartbeats in the sand completely calmed down.
When the dust completely dispersed, Mary Mostan squinted her eyes and saw a huge pit in the center of the dust. There were several deep gullies in the pit, like the claws of a giant beast. They were exactly the kind of cracks she saw on the ground near John Watson when she first woke up in the Shadowless King's Tomb and watched from afar.
John Watson was standing in the center of the pit. His carapace was almost completely shattered. There were deep scars that could be seen through his dark and skinny skin. The edges of those scars were left with scabs from the burning of the flames, making it impossible for the wounds to heal for a while.
Mary Mostan first listened carefully and felt that the other party's heart rate had completely dropped to the level of a normal person once per second... no, even lower, now it has dropped to about one minute and forty.
She then came out from behind the sand dune where she was hiding, shouting words of pretending to care, and rushed forward.
"Mr. Watson! Are you okay?!!"
When Mary Morstan came to Watson, the other party began to dig out the burning charcoal near the wound with her claws, and the rolled flesh and blood slightly squirmed inwards.
The female dancer carefully looked at the other party's condition again. The scars looked extremely serious. The most terrible scar had torn open the entire chest, exposing the gray rib bone plate and the intestines that had just been stuffed back.
Mary's eyes were immediately moist, and the blue eyes that were as clear as the ocean were covered with a faint mist, appearing more crystal clear, and people couldn't help but feel pity when they saw her - she was indeed very good at showing different charms, and it seemed that different beauties could be experienced at the same time in her.
"It's all my fault! If I didn't need to rest and couldn't perform the invisible technique, you, Mr. Watson, would have to fight alone..."
"It's all my fault! You, Mr. Watson, were so badly injured... Do you want to take a rest first?"
"Can you still fight?"
Watson looked at the female dancer who was good at performing and just smiled reluctantly, "Let's... Let's keep going."
Mary Morstan looked at the other's dark complexion and was surprised to find that she seemed to be able to see the other's bleak blood color through the broken mask - the dark blood color of the facial muscles was much clearer and turned into turbid gray.
She suppressed her inner joy and just brushed the scar on Watson's chest with concern, confirming that the heart was already unusually tired.
Then she nodded slightly and said, "That's good, let's keep going."
"The real royal tomb... is hidden there!"
Mary Morstan looked at the sunset in the distance that would never set, and her pair of blue eyes also reflected the color of blood.