Chapter 423 The Seventh Throne
The giant flat-necked snake in the gate of many gates deep in the soul body hissed with joy.
The heart phase swallowed into the stomach but still insisted on beating gave up struggling for some reason at this moment, and the surging vitality was released in the gate.
The group of snakes in the cracks of the flesh and blood gate grew wildly like weeds, twisting enthusiastically, peeling off regretfully, and burning with resentment.
Under the piercing of the seven limbs of the broken one-eyed moth and the rendering of the distorted snake, the seven types of soul in the female dancer's soul have become more turbid and dim.
Her rationality, her sensibility, her persistence, her courage, her thoughts, her mood, her memory... are almost completely polluted by the color of madness, distortion, and chaos.
But the broken one-eyed moth is kind, loving, kind, and gentle... It cuts off a small part of the seven souls very elegantly.
Carefully stick these broken thoughts together and ravage them into a tiny and precarious light.
This is the last pure land of Mary Morstan's soul, her final residence, and the cage that imprisons her!
It is too cruel and wasteful to wipe out such an outstanding dancer at will.
Such a beautiful canary must be imprisoned in a cage to be appreciated and teased every day to relieve fatigue and boredom!
The light ball is like a lamp that is about to go out, and the tiny flame in the lamp is about to go out. A desperate and helpless girl is sitting in the flame heart.
The girl is about sixteen years old, and a pair of blue eyes on her tender face are full of moisture.
Although she looks like a sixteen-year-old, she is not Mary at the age of sixteen. The memory she has is intermittent, and she can only recall some broken and important memories.
Growth is empty, the mother is incomplete, the father is vague... Only the pain of a lifetime is the most unforgettable.
The girl is crying softly, wailing in silence, and resentful in crying.
The broken one-eyed moth slowly lowered its head and looked directly at the girl in the tiny ball of light.
"Miss Mary, I'm sorry... Actually, what I said just now was also a lie."
"The reason why I can enter the illusion world of your destined dance is not only because of Kuanmian leading the way..."
"It is just a guide to lead the way, and it can't even play its own key function... The blockade of the power of Sichen is indeed not something that mortals can break through."
"But, have you ever thought about a question?"
"Miss Mary, you obviously know the destined relationship between you and me, and know that our fate is closely intertwined..."
"Then, what exactly makes you have such an illusion, making you feel that... this dance that must be completed is prepared for you alone?"
"You don't really think that there is nothing suspicious about a heart moth-inspired molting dancer needing to come to the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings to perform the dance of transformation?"
"This necessary fate of the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings is not only prepared for you, but also for me!"
The girl imprisoned in the cage deep in the soul body cried loudly.
"Woo woo woo~~~ I knew it! I knew it!"
"You lied to me, you lied to me again... I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you so much!!!"
She hated it all! She hated it all! She hated it all!
She hated herself! She hated John Watson! She hated Suluochana Amovashe even more!!!
When the seven sharp and deformed limbs pierced into her soul, Mary had fought hard, and in the struggle she actually bit off a piece of dead skin from the broken one-eyed moth.
The dead skin was mixed with a small piece of John Watson's memory.
The information and images contained in this small piece of memory were fragmented and incoherent, but these broken images tacitly expressed a message.
That is-when John Watson hurt Mary Mostan, he did not suffer any backlash from the contract at all!!!
That contract was fake! It was invalid! It was forged by Amovashe!!!
"Suluo Chana Amovasha..."
"Why, why did you lie to me?!!"
"Why, why?"
"I, I have already regarded you as my mother, as my only relative..."
"But, but why did you lie to me!!!"
The girl held her head and cried bitterly, and her bright red tears of blood flowed like a spring.
The broken one-eyed moth looked at the desperate, twisted and painful resentment overflowing from the tiny light ball, and nodded with great satisfaction.
"That's right! That's more reasonable, I raised you just for this!"
"Such strong anger, resentment and pain are the best fuel for the flame of destruction!"
The female dancer smiled at the five shining emperors who were close at hand, raised her arms and shouted destruction, destruction and destruction!
The blazing black flames gushed out from every scar on her!
The shadowless kings retreated, and the broken walls, wailing guards, and the legions fighting outside the city were all swallowed up in the insatiable burning.
Destruction...had eaten this feast.
But the anger, pain, and resentment of destruction were not satisfied yet, and its hunger was even greater!
The big mouth of destruction was drooling, and its eyes looked at the five shining skeletons.
"I... the old me..."
"The wolf devours me, I devour the wolf..."
"...I devour myself..."
"Hehehe... I, I will be more complete than you..."
The dark flame that devoured the entire desert no longer burned aimlessly. All the dark flames gathered together and entangled into a smoldering fire, a painful cocoon.
The angry flame formed a skull with a crack at the top.
The painful flame turned into a broken jaw at the bottom.
The sharp flame evolved into claws and teeth, and the sticky flame condensed blood and flesh.
"It's a pity... there is no death...
"There is no ruin and end..."
"But, it's enough..."
The fragmented wolf that broke out of the cocoon was blazing with crazy dark flames and pounced on the five shining pure white lights.
The wolf bit down fiercely.
The original white, oozing dark blood.
Quietly, the original ancient glory passed away again.
The dark flame that devoured itself finally stopped.
The skeletons of the five emperors no longer shone, and then returned to the withered and decayed posture, gradually dissipating in the wind.
The shadowless emperor , and it was completely shattered, leaving only the bone powder echoing in the air with the wind, circling...
Circling continuously...
Circling quickly!
Circling fiercely! !
Circling reshaped! ! !
Weapons will become more powerful in the continuous recasting, and so is the Shadowless Empire! ! !
The hidden seventh throne has appeared.
The real audience of this destined dance in the Shadowless Empire Mausoleum has finally appeared!
He is not an emperor, nor is he a descendant of Achaemenids.
But he is the greatest general of Achaemenids-the Golden General!