Chapter 424: Casting Monsters
The ashes of the six shadowless kings condensed into a lump of mud in the air.
The golden flames suddenly ignited, and the huge amount of ashes of the six empires, which were enough to fill the entire street, were melted into the seventh throne in the blazing golden flames.
Compared with the six emperors, which seemed to be shining with golden brilliance, they were actually vain and luxurious thrones carved from marble.
This seventh throne was very simple, neither as huge as a mountain nor shining.
It was plain and unremarkable. At first glance, you would think it was an unfinished work of a new stonemason, with rough edges and corners.
Rather than a stone throne, it was more like a roughly carved high-backed stone chair, and the stone base was as ordinary as a large stone that could be seen everywhere in the Persian desert.
But the closer you look, the more you can appreciate the restrained and extraordinary nature of this seventh king.
At first glance, this stone chair would indeed be mistaken for a practice work of a novice stonemason.
But if you look closely at the edges and corners, you will find that this is not a roughly carved stone chair at all, but just a naturally formed stone that looks like a chair!
Its edges, corners, and structure all reveal a natural simplicity and vicissitudes.
Such a simple and natural work can only be made by the sky and the earth.
A vague figure sits on the quaint stone seat.
The figure is neither dazzling nor dim, but there is no way to observe its details clearly. Only the outline of the human figure can be vaguely seen.
Neither thin nor strong, neither upright nor hunched, it looks like he is just sitting casually on the stone seat, and there is no sense of solemnity, sacredness, and mysterious atmosphere... If it weren't for the haziness of the figure that cannot be observed directly, one might think it was just a boy next door who accidentally sat on the throne.
But the female dancer, the deformed snake, and the broken one-eyed moth all knew it well.
This is Si Chen, the god of struggle and change who rules the eighth hour of the awakening world!
The god of endless strengthening! The god of forging monsters! The god of invulnerability!
This is the most glorious general of the most glorious empire - the Golden General!!!
But it is obvious that this hazy figure is not the real body of the Golden General.
It is not even a clone or projection.
It is just a trace of the great Golden General who turned into ashes here many years ago.
Just like the footprints left by walking on the mudflats.
But, but!
This is the trace of Si Chen!!!
The reason why the secret can give mortals power beyond imagination is that mortals know the traces left by Si Chen in history through the secret.
Just by indirectly contacting the traces of Si Chen through information such as text and music, the soul of the mortal can be transformed and mutated, and it can establish an extremely weak connection with the ubiquitous principles.
And the figure in front of you is the real trace of Si Chen!!! !
I wonder what kind of transformation will the female dancer and the soul of the broken one-eyed moth undergo by looking directly at this trace? ! !
The female dancer looked directly at the trace of the golden general that suddenly appeared, her eyes suddenly bulged, and her two vertical pupils trembled fanatically as if they were about to open the real door.
The hazy line surrounding the trace of the golden general seemed to open a tiny gap under this gaze.
She was finally able to barely see through some of the haziness and get a glimpse of the more detailed trace of the golden general.
The great golden general seemed to be wearing an ancient golden armor, or his skin was glowing with ancient brilliant golden light.
The brilliant ancient gold color was not dazzling, but gentle on the contrary, like a warm fire directly shining, and the ancient gold was rising and changing in the fire.
But in the eyes of the broken one-eyed moth, the trace of the golden general was far from that simple.
It saw a dynamic picture, as if it was an open-air movie projection in memory, but the screen was cut into the shape of a human body.
The image was playing on the human-shaped screen, and the image was changing and innovating all the time.
At first, it was a black picture like the primitive murals, with little people drawn with coal holding up distorted spears and attacking a huge shadow entangled with messy ink lines.
In a moment of distraction, the image had changed.
Now the picture projected on the human-shaped screen has been updated.
The concept of color finally appeared, and painters have learned to use natural minerals to depict colors.
Black cows, red deer, black and red mixed humans chased wild beasts, hunted wild beasts, and took hard horns and bones from the bodies of wild beasts to arm themselves.
The picture changed again - the colors gradually became colorful, and the lines were no longer simple. Background details such as black trees, yellow bonfires, deep caves and crimson suns appeared.
The humans in the image also began to have details such as fingers, toes and fifth limbs.
They no longer hunt, and the bone-tipped spears are turned upside down and pointed at the enemy with rich details.
A tall primitive man wearing an animal bone helmet and animal skin clothes.
The picture changes again, and the colors and techniques have improved to be as mature as modern children's graffiti. The paint is applied to distinguish the layers, and the picture also has a sense of heaviness.
Trees have leaves, and humans are no longer lines. They can show fat, thin, strong, young, and old.
Humans wear clothes, live in houses, and learn to use fire to forge bronze weapons.
Humans wielding bronze weapons charge at humans with horns on their heads... The struggle continues.
The picture changes again, and the picture is constantly changing, but the core theme seems to have never changed.
Humans learn to make and use new weapons, fight against more powerful beings, live a stable and prosperous life, and then make new weapons, and start a struggle again... Over and over again.
The picture flickers and changes, and the times gradually change, until guns and cannons are born. Even children who have just learned to read can easily kill a fully armed adult with the help of guns.
It has come to the era when struggle is most likely to breed.
Every day, every hour, every moment, the world is erupting in bloody struggles.
The strong bully the weak, the brave resist the strong, the powerful suppress rebellion, the lower class rebels and rises... The picture changes at a very high speed, and the pictures of different colors flicker and flicker, almost blinding the only eye of the broken one-eyed moth.
The hot tears like molten magma swirl in the round eyes, very hot, very hot, and burning, burning the pupils to burn black smoke.
The broken scale wings trembled gently, and molten golden tears flowed from the nostrils of the female dancer.
The broken one-eyed moth had to close its eyes, and only observed the shadow of the golden general through the female dancer's soul consciousness.
The ancient gold was still so shining and so scarlet, as if it had just flowed out of the furnace, red and golden.
"I'm here."
The female dancer spoke and broke the silence.
The general was silent.
"I know I shouldn't come, but I still came."
"..."
"I also know I don't have to come, but I still came after all."
The female dancer raised her eyes and looked directly at the golden general sitting on the stone seat.
"It's not a pity, I had to come anyway."
"..."
"..."
The figure on the throne was still silent, and the female dancer also pretended to be silent, and there was only silence left in the world.
"Ahem, are we still going to play dumb?"
"I'm so annoyed, can't we stop this riddle-telling behavior?"
"Can you just say it openly and clearly?"
"Secrets are not poisons that will drive people crazy——"
"Hey, I almost forgot, the secrets here can really drive people crazy..."
The female dancer knocked her head hard, shaking the broken one-eyed moth in her skull, "It seems that I really need to reduce the use of the power of abandonment. I use it too many times now, and it seems to make my brain a little confused..."
"Okay, I won't pretend, let's just show my cards."
"First of all, changing the sect is absolutely impossible!"
"Even if Brother Moth is willing to be tolerant, I, there is no way to turn back..."
The female dancer's expression suddenly froze, but it was not because of surprise and shock, but more like the connection between the soul body and the seven souls was disconnected for no reason.
The mouth was still slightly open, but no words came out.
She kept such a weird expression, raised her arms stiffly like a wooden man, clenched her fists, and beat her head frantically.
The hollow sound of "dong dong dong" echoed in the shattered city, and the female dancer continued to beat herself.
She seemed to think that this was not enough, and she directly stretched out her slender fingers to poke into the door of her temple.
She stirred the contents of the skull vigorously until she took out a mass of squirming turbid tissue and threw it on the ground, then stomped it to pieces.
"Wow, it's cool!" The female dancer returned to normal, her expression beaming with confidence.
"Now I'm much clearer in my head!"
"Brother Lion, great Golden General, let's talk about the terms."
"According to Brother Moth's secret order--"
"I solemnly swear to you--"
"I will dedicate endless disputes to you... As long as I live one day, the struggle in this world will never ease!"
"Freedom and chaos, resistance and revolution... There is no barrier between the two."
"The fire of change and resistance will continue to burn in this world, burning violently... Until the whole world is dragged into the sea of fire of disputes!"
"I promise you that the first major dispute between countries will come earlier and more violently than the original history!"
"In return, I just beg for your permission."
"I hope you can... allow me to cast your monster for you."
The trace of the Golden General still didn't speak, but nodded slightly.
He has agreed to its conditions, and He has blessed it!
The ancient stone seat and the trace on the seat once again ignited the red-gold flames!
This flame, which seemed to be mixed with blood and gold, was neither warm nor hot, neither sharp nor heavy, neither surging nor rich.
But in the center of the red-gold fire, there was an extremely special bloody vitality, as brutal as a beast and as deformed as a monster.
This was not a secret, nor a mark; not knowledge, nor power;
but another higher level of mystery and wonder, a code, a key, an anvil, a hammer handle... an organic flesh and blood heart with the texture of steel and rock, and the structure of machinery and gears! ! !
This was the qualification to wield the hammer of life!
This was the authority to forge monsters! ! !
The red-gold flame containing the secret of forging monsters directly lifted the head of the female dancer and hit the broken one-eyed moth fiercely!
The savage and furious vitality burned violently deep in the moth's head.
The female dancer jumped up happily, and the broken one-eyed moth was also laughing wantonly.
“Ka-ka-ka—now I can be called the chosen one by both gods!”