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Chapter 376 Lion

a long long time ago.

At that time, the shadows of the gods still walked in the world. It was a golden age when humans and gods lived together.

At that time, the power had not yet withered, the empire had not yet perished, and the land was full of passion and struggle.

However, even the empire that the general cared for would eventually betray, and those stupid mortals failed to withstand the temptation of the impeccable queen and turned to other beliefs.

This directly led to the demise of the empire.

The extremely disappointed general also took away the lions he had raised and raised when he left, leaving only one young lion in this land with special significance, ordering it to guard the tombs of the past kings and make it the most important place in the world. Kings are guaranteed eternal peace after death.

The lion stayed alone in this desolate desert land, lying on the top of the mountains, watching the sun rise and the moon set, and looking up at the stars. The starry sky was so beautiful and bright, and the night sky was filled with dense stars. , each star symbolizes a brave warrior.

But now many stars have fallen, the night sky has become sparse, and the sky has become lonely - all because of the war won by the invulnerable queen.

After the queen won the fruits of victory in the war, the gods rarely gathered around the house deep in the house to discuss the future of the world. They were determined to order the power to wither again, cut off the magical power between heaven and earth, and let the waking world Mortals can thrive and thrive safely - this is the queen's appeal for victory, and it is also the appeal that the gods agree to.

The lion feels that he has begun to age more and more. This aging is not reflected in the body - it is still eating food dug from the depths of the earth. The body that has been tempered and forged by the shadow of the general is still as hard as unbreakable stainless steel.

Although the power between heaven and earth has withered, the food on the earth has become more abundant due to the vigorous development of mortals, and its foraging is more convenient than in the ignorant days of the past.

Now the lion can sit back and wait for food to come to his door.

What ages it is its spirit.

It was born from the general's furnace with the mission of struggle and change.

It once followed the warriors of the same race on the battlefield. They withstood the fierce attack of the descendants of Perseus, using their fangs and claws to tear apart the shield-holding snake guards one after another, sniffing out the fire of war mixed with blood. It's always so fragrant that the lions enjoy it.

But it had not been involved in a war for too long. Its fangs seemed to be rusty, its claws seemed to be dull, and its spirit seemed to have become weak.

The current lion is as lazy as a native Persian cat. He only eats and sleeps every day. He lies motionless on the comfortable and warm furnace throne, waiting for the kitten he forged to bring him food.

Sometimes it would silently complain to the general in its heart, why was it left alone to guard the dilapidated and dirty royal tomb, why was it restricted from going out privately to cause disputes, and could only passively resist and resist, like living in a castle waiting for the enemy? Come to your door proactively.

Why do I have to stay in this boring, boring, boring desert all the time!

But after all, the lion only dared to murmur these disrespectful words in his heart, but never dared to tell the general - but in fact, it had already lost the channel of communication with the general, even if it worshiped the general's shrine every day and night

Until this day, the boring life finally received some fresh excitement.

Thirty years later, another reckless guy finally came to the door and dared to attack the kitty training ground under his command.

Listening to the report of the kitten, the lion who was sitting lazily slowly stood up and stretched. The soft silk scarf slipped from his body, revealing the perfect body that was made of bronze. Under the tough skin There was a faint flow of hot molten magma.

"Then let the war begin!" the lion swore. Hearing this, the little kitten at the bottom was suddenly overjoyed, and then turned around hastily to avoid the clan leader's sight. This evasive reaction was immediately caught by the keen-eyed lion - although its spirit was already aging, But his five senses are still as sharp as when he fought against the descendants of Perseus.

The lion frowned in displeasure and snorted: "Don't tell me...you still don't know any information about the enemy???"

Facing the clan leader's stern question, the kitten below started to fiddle with the weapons in its palms in panic, or turned over and over on the ground with eyes blankly, as if mint grass was high.

The lion was about to get angry, but then he heard an extremely subtle sound of flapping wings, and he was rapidly approaching him!

Looking around with eyes as fierce as thunder, he saw a deformed and ugly moth flapping its wings hidden in the shadows in the corner of the palace.

The ugly moth seemed invisible and formless, and all the little cats under the lion turned a blind eye, allowing the other party to break into the hot and bright palace, and allowing the other party to rush directly in front of the lion.

Click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, the moths suspended in mid-air were noisy, and the words containing ancient meanings directly entered the lion's skull, and the angry expression suddenly slowly unfolded, and the lion's beard trembled with excitement. .

"Hehe, it's really interesting. Since you have given me such an interesting toy, I will be merciful and forgive your crime."

In a certain period of the 20th century, a certain occult scholar who had insight into the conversation between the ugly moth and the lion specially collected and compiled this horrifying story in his own fairy tale picture book, advertising this hidden history to the world in a fable-like form. The truth, his fairy tale picture book is called "The Lion and the Bird".

With exquisite illustrations and poetic words, the picture book depicts a silent and lazy lion and a happy and laughing bird. These two friends of different races are attracted to and understand each other through the vivid language common to the whole world - killing and war, and together they compose a heart-warming story that is horrifying to think about.

"Moth, I don't trust you, but you have the aura of Dardai's apprentice, so you must be crazy, but you have also devoted yourself to the great cause of change and resistance."

"You should give up pursuing the path of chaos and wildness and instead join the sect of my lord, the Golden General."

"I can see that you have this potential. You are born to be a true fighter."

"Crack, click, click."

………………

It's still night.

Mary stepped lightly on her tiptoes, carrying secret messages with her steps and words to the adjacent bedroom.

"Mr. Watson, Mr. Hebe has passed on the false message that the perpetrator of today's unknown fire is another test by Great Britain."

"But are you sure that the British army currently guarding this place has the power to compete with the tomb guards?"

"And why do I always feel that Mr. Watson... you seem to be hiding something from me?"

(End of this chapter)