I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 381 Only by forgetting can you be free

That night, disputes arose in Shiraz, with wailings, screams and wanton laughter being heard all the time.

Many families lost their husbands/fathers/sons/brothers on this night, and the wails and cries were everywhere.

But there are also many people who feel sincerely proud that their relatives have participated in this freedom struggle. Especially after their relatives brought back the rare treasures looted from the devil in Great Britain, they were even more excited and danced with joy. Word spread throughout the streets.

In blood and fire, there are always people who benefit and there are always people who sacrifice.

And the ancient lion standing on the top of Shanxin Mountain can also see the ugliness of all living beings dozens of miles away.

It only felt that the heart was happy and happy that it had not seen for a long time, and the decaying soul seemed to be slowly reviving because of this, just like a long-dead corpse sitting up from the grave again, and the gray world was full of color again.

It pulled out the hammer-shaped alien tail from the body of the ugly alien moth, and twisted it happily, its tail body swaying like a cobra dancing to music.

Compared with the happy ancient lion, the ugly moth with never-ending greed is obviously not comfortable.

The belly that was supposed to have a big hole healed quickly after the hammer-shaped lion tail was pulled out. The wound was smooth and traceless, and there was no trace of the sharp and rugged hammer that had penetrated it.

But at this moment, the belly of the moth's body, which was as skinny as charred firewood, was strangely swollen, like an inflated ball, becoming rounder and rounder to the naked eye.

Due to the rapid expansion, the huge and round belly looked particularly deformed and twisted hanging on the skinny moth body.

The abdominal membrane became thinner and more transparent due to the abnormal expansion and stretching, and it was vaguely visible that there was a scarlet red flame burning like blood in the abdominal cavity without any organs at all!

The scarlet flames continued to surge, until the belly of the ugly alien moth almost exploded. The membrane of the belly became increasingly crystal clear and as clear as fine glass, and one could clearly see the full picture of the vigorously burning scarlet flames.

Inside the body of the ugly and deformed weird moth, a ball of blood-like scarlet flames was burning. The skyrocketing fireworks were swaying, and deep in the heart of the flames there seemed to be a lion-shaped face roaring.

Every time the Flame Heart Lion burst out with a roar, the scarlet flames would surge in another circle, and the violently expanding fireworks would almost burst the fragile belly membrane of the ugly alien moth.

The blazing heat that overflowed from the body even burned the body of the alien moth with black marks, but these burn scars soon fell off piece by piece, revealing the pink and dull new skin at the bottom.

But even so, the alien moth, with its powerful regeneration ability, could not cure the blazing flames in its belly.

The fire that contains the angry lion is not an injury inflicted on oneself, but a gift of knowledge and power, something truly useful that it can neither throw away nor want to throw away.

He could only endure the pain that seemed to tear his bones apart, and silently inflicted these pains on the stupid mortals who invaded the manor.

Pain is a conserved thing. Every time you share your pain with others, its pain is reduced by half.

It wasn't until his feet were piled with the corpses of stupid mortals shouting the praises of Allah that Watson could fully digest the scarlet flames lingering in his heart.

He has mastered one of the seven or forty-nine bone-crushing techniques.

"Cavill, did you have fun?"

Mary Morstan's voice came not far away. The woman was leaning against the corridor fence wearing only thin clothes. The pale moonlight splashed down, and she seemed to be covered with a faint bright silver light.

Watson kicked the body of the Free Resistance Army away from his feet. The touch returned by his toes was soft and slightly elastic, without any sense of hard objects at all - all the bones in this mortal corpse had been shattered into dregs, and the flesh was as soft and elastic as It is a large piece of aged beef steak that will be sold on the cutting board.

He turned around with a bright and bloody smile, and waved to the woman watching upstairs in the manor.

“What a nice trip.”

Herb Butler witnessed the whole process, but he had lost the self-awakening spell issued by the company to protect his sanity. He did not think there was anything unusual about Cavill's behavior of charging alone to wipe out dozens of armed resistance soldiers. He just quickly The trembling servants were ordered to carry the body.

"Move quickly! Don't let the blood of these dirty criminals stain Miss Sholto's beautiful eyes!"

………………

The ancient lion turned back and looked at the ugly alien moth that had completely digested the bone-crushing method. Although the bone-crushing technique it just taught was only a small and incomplete part.

But even if it is damaged to only 1/7749, it cannot be changed that the bone-crushing method is a secret transmission of the fifth-level blade granted by the general himself.

The transformative knowledge and power of strife contained in it are enough to make an ordinary fourth-level Blade Phaser fall into self-doubt and schizophrenia.

If a person with extremely inconsistent compatibility insists on forcibly absorbing the knowledge of the bone-shattering method, it is very likely that the bone-shattering method will swallow him up on the spot and turn into broken weapon fragments or a corpse with broken bones.

"But this despicable moth was actually able to absorb and digest all the general's bone-crushing techniques in such a short period of time, without even needing to convert to the general's faith or receive enlightenment from the temple..."

"This moth is a born changer."

“Perhaps chaos and strife are not opposites, but complementary to each other.”

"Only by subverting the original order can a new order be established in chaos."

Like a thoughtful light flowing deep in the golden eyes of the lion, the ancient lion looked up at the starry sky, seemingly able to break through the limitations of the night and see Hercules, a constellation in the northern sky.

"General, is this moth the revelation you gave me?" The ancient lion murmured in his heart: "But why did you set such inconvenient prohibitions for me when you left?"

"I can obviously save the Shadowless Empire from destruction, I can obviously participate in the last war, I can obviously fight side by side with other companions..."

"Even if the result is still failure, even if I will face the end...but at least I have worked hard for it."

"I will have no regrets until my death."

"Rather than like now, curling up like a coward in this three-acre area of ​​Shiraz, guarding those old bones."

The ancient lion's eyes flickered, and the golden light flickered on and off, as if tears were shed.

"I also want to embrace my freedom, and I also want to spark change and resistance in the world."

"General... please forgive me. I am no longer willing to take on the responsibility of guarding the tomb. I hope you can release the shackles of the forbidden laws of guarding the tomb and give me true freedom!"

"Fight, fight, fight... fight against the world, fight against fate, fight against everything that wants to control you... Isn't this the spirit you have always taught us?"

"If you don't want to release the shackles, then I'm sorry..." The flickering lion eyes became firm in an instant, and the sharp cold light radiated from the eyes was already a golden sword that condensed the essence, stabbing at the top of the mountain of kindness. A pair of deep and straight sword holes emerged.

The Ugly Moth had just regained a relatively clear consciousness when he heard a hoarse voice that sounded cold and emotionless from the top of the mountain. The words were mixed with unquestionable determination.

"Moth, continue to forget the prohibitions in your mind for me."

"When I completely forget the prohibition, you can get everything you want."

"Seven, seventy-nine bone-crushing methods, destroying and recasting methods... As long as you can withstand the general's will, I will grant the secret transmission of all blades I know without reservation."

"Even the method of opening the entrance to the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings, I can't explain enough... I know that this is your real goal."

The ugly alien moth slowly flapped its wings and soared into the sky. Pieces of scorched shells fell off its body, and its deformed insect head seemed to be smiling with satisfaction like a human face.

"Then I'm welcome, my dear Mr. Lion."

This time, it was the ugly moth's turn to extend its needle-sharp mouthparts and pierce the ancient lion's head violently. The strange squeaking noise that sounded like a sharp blade resounded on the top of Shanxin Mountain.

(End of this chapter)