Chapter 416: Music and Dance

Under the sand dunes, the prelude to the dance music has already sounded.

The roar that resounds through the soul and shakes the spirit is surging.

The violent collision of flesh and blood with sand and stone creates a dull drum sound, like the beating of war drums before the battle.

Scimitars, swords, spears and arrows tear the shells and textures, and the broken flesh screams hoarse wails, like strings on the stage.

The heavy punches hit the oval giant shield and burst out with a crisp sound, and the fragmentation and dismemberment are slow and intermittent.

This is a symphony of violence and fighting, and the music is mixed with thick blood and anger.

And such a terrible dispute is just a prelude to the upcoming dance.

The fighting spirit dormant under the sand has been awakened by this passionate war song!

The thick blood color rises from the sand, like fog and clouds.

In the clouds and mist, human and animal shadows intertwined, blades and armor crisscrossed, and roars, clanging swords, and sounds of broken bones and flesh rose and fell.

The audience buried deeper in the desert, those guards who had been sleeping for thousands of years but still not decayed, could not wait to wake up and threw themselves into the center of the engine of dispute.

"Those who invade the royal tomb... are guilty!"

"Kill, kill, kill!!!"

"Blood... fresh blood... we have smelled the fragrance of sinful blood!!!"

"Ah... I want to drink that blood... I want to taste killing and death!!!"

The enthusiasm of the audience was so high!

The desire of the audience was so urgent!

But the main dancer of the performance was still not in a hurry.

Mary Mostan climbed slowly on the sand dune, walking towards the red sun at the top.

The sand of this dune was much wetter than before, and her soles sank deeply into it. The gravel with a strong smell of blood could easily cover her ankles.

The wind was dry and hot, so strong that it felt like a thin knife scraping against my body. The tattered leather coat and cloak could not withstand the wild and wanton wind, and had already rolled down the sand dunes and sunk into the bloody clouds of fighting.

The sweat-soaked skin glowed with a bright red luster, and the flushed face was full of joyful smiles.

"That's right!"

"That's the feeling, this familiar feeling!"

"It's exactly the same as what I experienced in my dream that night!!!"

"I finally stepped onto the stage of the fifth destined dance!!!"

Mary Morstan whispered softly, with the scarlet sunset reflected in her eyes.

The sand dunes were very high and steep. If a mortal came here to climb, he would have rolled down the mountain along the quicksand.

But these difficulties did not bother the energetic female dancer at all. After 749,000 steps, she finally reached the top of the sand dune, a platform less than ten feet square.

The fierce wind blew away the sand on the platform, revealing the ancient and heavy stone platform.

The stone was pale and textureless, with extremely fine holes, like the skeleton of some giant creature.

Mary Mostan looked at the red sun that was so close, the dazzling light and heat were so strong that they could blind her eyes, but the strange warmth that really fell into her pupils made her tired body full of vitality again!

She couldn't help wanting to touch the red sun, as if she could touch the bright scarlet color as long as she stretched out her hand, and feel the light that humans have longed for for thousands of years with her skin.

Warm and moist light, hard and soft light——

"Wait a minute!"

"What's this touch?!"

Mary looked at the red sun that was tightly attached to her soles, and her heart was in turmoil!

She... had touched the end of the world! ! !

"I actually touched the sun!!!"

A warm rhythm came from the palm of her hand, as if the always serious father suddenly smiled harmoniously, and some information in the smile that was directly transmitted to the depths of the soul and difficult to explain in words flowed into the female dancer's head.

Marimostan looked around in surprise, and the originally boundless blood-red desert had changed in her eyes!

"This desert... is actually a limited world!"

"It's like a box full of sand!!!"

The female dancer could clearly see that the seemingly endless desert in front of her was no longer three-dimensional, but turned into a mottled plane covered with blood red and gold.

It turned out that this desert was just a lifelike painting as high as the sky!!!

"I understand!"

"Just like my original speculation about the dream...it turned out that this red sun was really just a huge spotlight!"

She came to her senses and looked down at the desert. She could clearly see the border barriers around the desert, and the sky and five huge murals in all directions.

"The tomb of the Shadowless Kings... is just a room built by Si Chen."

"A stage built specifically for me."

"The red sun, the wild wind, the yellow sand and the soldiers... are just my musicians and dancers."

"Hahaha - let me present you with a dance that you will never forget!!!"

Mary Morstan laughed wantonly, and her laughter became clearer and more enthusiastic, until she was about to go crazy.

The fifth dance of destiny began.

This dance has both hardness and softness.

At first, the female dancer's limbs were soft as if they had no bones, as graceful as the invisible wind, and as beautiful as flowing blood.

Her dance steps were soft and delicate, her neck swayed, her shoulders trembled, her waist swayed, and her white jade feet gently touched the ground.

The petite and delicate toes gently stepped on the wet sand, gracefully and gracefully, painting a pale lotus.

As if on a blood-red canvas, the jade beads bounced lightly, and the white and blood-red colors collided with each other, causing endless reverie.

But with a loud explosion under the sand dunes, the sticky black flames like blood sullenly burned up, and the dim color added a thick touch to the blood-red and golden curtains.

The female dancer's eyebrows suddenly frowned, as if she was in a state of depression and sadness, which was really pitiful. A touch of mist and wetness covered her eyes, and tears kept rolling but she was strong and unwilling to fall.

Her heart was also throbbing, her slender eyebrows trembled and messed, and her heart seemed to be filled with sorrow. Her azure eyes looked around as if she was looking for something.

Her smart eyes looked at the tired figure who was trapped in a hard battle under the sand dunes.

Another army with a lion's head and a human body in sand woke up from a thousand-year slumber, riding a giant bronze warhorse as big as a steam locomotive.

The immortal cavalrymen from thousands of years ago spewed boiling steam, pulled the string of the bone bow in their hands to the full moon, and the blazing arrows burst out like cannonballs, screaming and distorting the air in fear and rushing towards the poor and helpless moth man.

The flesh and blood of the ancient bronze warhorse flowed at the high temperature of lava, and the metal hooves as big as human heads stomped heavily to charge, and the desert land could not withstand the trembling.

The killing that has experienced the vicissitudes of time is still as hot as a hot furnace, and the barbaric and fierce killing is still boiling as before!

Alas——

The female dancer sighed softly and lowered her eyes.

The next moment, she suddenly opened her eyes and glared, and a raging flame of anger ignited in her beautiful eyes!