Chapter 415 How does the Blade of Destiny break the Chain of Destiny?
Although Mary Mostan seemed to be completely unaware of the purpose of the trip during the entire journey to the Qajar Dynasty of Persia.
She did not know the true location of the entrance to the royal tomb, nor did she know the conditions for entering the royal tomb, and she did not know that the interior of the royal tomb was actually a chaotic and boundless blood-red desert.
It was as if she only knew in a daze that she was going to Shiraz, the city of Qajar, Persia, to an unknown stage, and perform the so-called "dance of destiny" for an uncertain audience - everything was unknown.
But in fact, Mary Mostan did not really know nothing about the dance of destiny.
She once heard the revelation of the beating of the heart in her dream.
That night, through the cracks of the broken mirror, the female dancer stepped into the most admired and proud shining door among the gates of Mansu.
The house behind the door was not as bright and dazzling as usual. The glass crystal shining with a hazy purple light disappeared, and the dazzling golden light everywhere became dim.
The house behind the door was filled with dense blood-red light.
The bright red light was not illusory, but solid, like blood circulating.
When the female dancer's palm gently brushed the blood light, her fingertips would feel a slight sting, but the palm of her hand flowed with a relaxing and comfortable warmth... It was as if she had returned to her mother's palace and could swim freely in the warm ocean of life.
She couldn't help but blend into the flow of blood and follow the increasingly warm and comfortable place.
Countless blood-red lights intertwined in the deepest part of the strange house, entwined like a huge heart.
The blood-red heart was suspended in the air and beat endlessly.
The female dancer also followed the flowing blood and dived into the heart of the house... She seemed to have become a part of the heart of the house.
Her spirit was beating, and her soul rhythm resounded with a beautiful and deep movement - that was her vitality, passion and instinct.
She seemed to be integrated into the great music of material and spiritual movement!
In the rhythm of the music, the female dancer instinctively stole some deeply hidden information.
But her slow thinking and backward brain had no way to analyze the complete information.
Words—cannot be analyzed, accepted, or understood!
Language—cannot be analyzed, accepted, or understood!
Vision—cannot be analyzed, accepted, or understood!
Hearing—cannot be analyzed, accepted, or understood!
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Only the long-honed sense of touch can slightly decipher some fragmented information, broken and incomplete information.
The dry and sharp wind gently brushes across the skin on the surface of the body. No clothes or clothing can stop this wanton and brutal wind, just like a soft knife slowly scratching the skin.
The feet are wet, sticky, and delicate. When the toes tap lightly, you can feel a faint sense of sinking. When you lift your heels, you can feel something scattered—is it sand? Am I stepping into the ocean, or just leaving the ocean?
Through the rhythm of the earth, you can vaguely sense a chaotic heartbeat standing behind you. Its heart rate is weak and powerless, as if an old man who is about to die is struggling to have a last moment of life—who is it?
The frequency of lifting and stepping on my legs is getting faster and faster - am I eager? Am I impatient?
Fine sand is flowing along the side of my feet. When I step on it, I can feel the gradually obvious slope. The ground I step on is gradually rising - am I climbing, and there are stairs made of sand and stones under my feet?
But where will I go...
The flames in the wind are getting hotter and hotter, and my skin can't help but tremble slightly, as if I am terrified and can't hold back my ecstasy - I am slowly approaching a hot place, maybe a furnace? Or maybe a bonfire? Or a burning flame?
Am I, stepping into the furnace step by step?
Am I seeking self-destruction... How is this possible? ! !
The wind finally stopped, and I seemed to be spinning on the sand, and the blazing heat also moved behind me - I can clearly feel the light and heat on my back!
The light must be dazzling, and the heat must be boiling.
Am I standing in front of the spotlight?
Am I about to start dancing?
Where on earth is this stage, and what kind of dance will I perform... Wait, am I crying?
The wet touch slides down my face, across my neck and collarbone, across the wounds on my skin, and drips to my feet in the hot pain - am I injured?
My skin begins to dance to the unknown rhythm, and my flesh and blood gradually jump up, but... where is my heart?
Why, why can't I feel my heart anymore... Where has my heart flown to?
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When the female dancer woke up, a bright red and incomplete map was drawn on her pillow.
The strokes of the map lines are vigorous and majestic, as if depicting an extremely majestic lion... But the lion's heart has lost a vital part.
"The tomb of the Shadowless Kings?"
"That is not the place where your tribe should go."
After a moment of contemplation, the beautiful eyes that would never go out of the teacher Suluo Chana suddenly began to shine with an extremely dazzling light.
"I see..."
"It is your destiny, Mary, to go to the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings... You must complete the dance you are destined to complete there."
"The Tomb of the Shadowless Kings... hides the opportunity for the fifth mark that is crucial to you."
"This journey is destined to be bumpy... You need to recruit a qualified guardian to protect you from crossing the scarred mountains, from being eroded by the flames, and to help you step onto the destined stage."
The opportunity to awaken the fifth mark? ! !
Mary Morstan smiled and opened her eyes after hearing this key information. Her clear blue eyes were so happy that they turned into crescents.
It happened that late at night, an ugly and abnormal hairless bird came to her window and gently knocked on her window, asking for her help.
Mary Morstan knew that this was probably the arrangement of fate. She was destined to be entangled with that person, just as she was destined to go three thousand miles away to complete the fifth dance of destiny.
Destiny is Si Chen's game... Mortals are not qualified to disobey Si Chen's arrangement.
This made her feel inexplicably irritated. She was eager to complete the dance of destiny as soon as possible and get the power to decide her own destiny.
But she inevitably fell into the fate that Si Chen had set for her... If even the sharp blade in her hand was given by fate, how could she use the sharp blade of fate to tear apart the shackles of fate? ? ?
But...
What if I just swallowed the golden apple given by fate and abandoned the rotten and worm-eaten tree and the heavy sky?
Can I only take the advantages and abandon the disadvantages...
Mary Mostan put away her thoughts of memories and looked up at the highest point of this blood-stained desert - the sand dune that was as steep as a sword and pierced the red sun.
She turned her head and looked at the monster behind her.
The opponent's injuries were still serious.
In this barren desert, there were no real living creatures except the two - the power of those half-lions and half-men who came back from the dead would also dissipate after they were broken.
The consumed vitality had no chance to be replenished... John Watson's injuries would only get worse, even if he was trying his best to get rid of the scars and pain at this time, but the pond without water was destined to dry up.
But we have to continue to tire him out, and make him almost die of exhaustion!
The opening of the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings will inevitably cause a stir in the outside world... By the time we leave the Tomb, the Mountain of Kindness will most likely be completely surrounded by the secret believers hidden in the Qajar Dynasty.
They will never let us go of the secret of the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings... The battle is inevitable.
Perhaps, I can take this opportunity... to wipe John Watson out of this world forever!
Mary Morstan's face, which has recovered its beauty, showed an irresistible smile.
She looked at John Watson's almost carbonized hideous face and said softly:
"Mr. Watson, I'll have to trouble you to continue to be on guard around."
"According to the contract, you must do your best to protect me so that I can complete the performance of the dance of destiny~~"
After the female dancer said this, she stepped onto the steep and sharp sand dunes, and her petite and white jade feet sank deeply into the warm and moist blood-colored yellow sand.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom—
The extremely weak heartbeat spread out from the toes, mixed with extremely clear hostility and indignation, showing the heroic fighting scenes of the insectoids and the half-lion guards.
This hidden heartbeat flexibly and cautiously bypassed the resting insectoids and ran straight to the ancient skeletons that had not yet awakened in the distance.
The sand sea was in turmoil, and the roar of a thousand years ago resounded endlessly.
"Invaders...bugs...die!!!"