I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 404 The Curse of Delayed Breathing
Wait, is that really a woman?

Or is it a man?

How many snakes are wrapped around the other party's body? What kind of snakes are they?
The harder Mary tried to recall, the memories became more and more blurred. In the end, she couldn't even remember. Did she really see a figure coming out of the vortex in the void at that time?
Or was it actually just a snake shadow? A shadow of a lion? A shadow of a wolf?
Mary could no longer recall the specific scene... She even began to wonder if it was just a hallucination before she fell into coma.

She even put this scene in her mind that she shouldn't have missed within a few seconds, and began to search in her mind for the reason why she was injured and lost her moth form.

Unfortunately, Mary racked her brains and found nothing. She just remembered that in the last moment before losing consciousness, she gradually rose to the sky.

The flaming lion was rushing towards Shanxin Mountain, and the scorching blood was deeply engraved in her mind.

Mr. Watson, on the other hand, slowly picked up the weapon box and walked towards the edge of the mountain.

"Judging from the confident look on Mr. Watson's face at that time, he should have mastered a secret weapon to deal with the ancient lion...probably a real lion hunting weapon."

"Then he must have successfully delayed the ancient lion... and we have successfully entered the tomb of the Shadowless Kings?"

"Is this desert in front of me the final resting place of the Shadowless Kings?"

besides…………

Mary climbed over the small sand dune in front of her and caught a glimpse of the figure sitting cross-legged on the ground not far away.

The humanoid skeleton was as huge as a titan in mythology, but it had a ferocious head like a beast. The ribs alone were almost as thick as an adult's arm, and the bones were covered with broken bronze armor.

Soon, there was an unnatural heartbeat rhythm that sometimes slowed down and sometimes stopped quickly, which was reflected in the range of the female dancer's telepathic perception.

As the moth phase disappeared, Mary's five senses also became dull, so she was unable to discover that those slightly convex armor plates were undulating slightly with the breathing rhythm of the armor owner!

The giant snake bone, the lower half of which has sunk into the sand, looks like the outer frame of a pale white train. It can even directly serve as the keel of some medium-sized ships.

Mary tightened the cloak hanging on her body. This cloak that came from nowhere was full of wrinkles that were difficult to smooth out, like the wrinkles of old age, but it also looked unusually tough and thick, and felt as smooth as a virgin's delicacy. skin.

She looked around, but couldn't find any trace of Watson, and not even a single footprint was left in the sand.

Unlike her naked body, her back was wearing a full-coverage plate armor that was completely black and matte. Each piece of thick armor was palm-sized and slightly protruding. The round helmet seemed to be custom-made to perfectly fit the shape of the skull.

What truly determines the birth and death of species, reproduction and extinction...are the gods hidden under the curtain of history.

A twisted and deformed skeleton, blooming like a flower with multiple arm bones, leg bones, and skulls. However, these limbs are connected to an abnormal pale flower stem bone. It is difficult to tell whether this skeleton was born during life. This terrifying appearance could be just spliced ​​together after death.

The natural environment is only an extremely subtle factor that affects the process of biological evolution.

On the sand in front of what appeared to be Mr. Watson's back, there were disintegration cracks one foot wide and several feet deep, as if some giant ferocious beast was waving its claws at the earth, scarring the earth. .

If these strange skeletons on the ground were exposed to the waking world, they would definitely overturn the "Origin of Species" that shocked the entire academic and religious circles twenty years ago, and overturn the so-called theory of evolution by biological selection.

At first glance, I felt that the other party's armor was extremely well-fitted, as if it was cast by pouring hot molten iron directly onto the owner of the back.

"According to the contract, Watson should do his best to protect my safety...but where is he now?"

Mary tapped her toes, and a vague wave quietly spread from her heart to the earth, shooting out in all directions.

"This cloak should have been left for me by Watson."

Mary began to carefully observe the desert in front of her. Everywhere she looked, there were the remains of various monsters.

The sand between the scars on the earth is mixed with some kind of bone-like paleness, as if some bones that have been broken into powder are mixed with the yellow sand.

On this pile of yellow and white sand, there are still some dead bones that have not been completely broken. Judging from the remaining parts of the bone fragments, they are far larger than the size of a mortal skeleton.

The incomplete bones still glowed with a cold light, as if they were made of some kind of pale white metal. Even after two thousand years of wind and sand corrosion, they were still as tough as ever, as new as new weapons. Mary narrowed her eyes slightly. To her, the pile of yellow and white sand in front of Mr. Watson shone like crushed metal or gems.

The afterglow of the bloody sunset reflected on the pile of sand and dust, as if shining on an irregular mirror. When reflected into her eyes, it was as sharp as countless small knives.

Mary could even sense the heart power that had not yet completely dissipated within these broken bones.

She thought in her mind:

"Strange... why are only the broken bones in front of Mr. Watson still slightly active, while the other scattered monster bones have completely lost their strength?"

"Are those the guards left behind by General Golden to guard the mausoleum?"

"During the time I was unconscious, Mr. Watson had already eliminated all the guards guarding the royal tomb?"

Mary looked sideways at the figure who looked a little thin even though he was wearing armor. For some reason, an indescribable sense of stability and calm suddenly appeared deep in her heart.

It seems that as long as the trustworthy Mr. Watson is present, then all questions will not be asked... Wait, that's wrong! ! !
"Why do I suddenly trust Mr. Watson so much?"

"The relationship between me and him has always been a collaboration of mutual use. Why at this moment, I suddenly feel as if I am very familiar with Mr. Watson... It's as if we have experienced countless battles side by side. , the relationship has become so close that he knows everything and talks about everything, as if he is the person who knows him best in the world besides himself..."

Mary frowned slightly. She could tell that something was very wrong with her current mental state... Could it be that Mr. Watson took advantage of my coma and secretly used the secret of the heart to sneak into my mind and subtly tampered with my cognition? ! ! !

"Why do I always subconsciously call him Mr. Watson?!"

"Something's wrong, something must be wrong... Calm down, you must calm down!" Mary roared in her heart: "My goal is to seize the vacant immortal seat! How can I be so obsessed with these children?!"

"Could it be..." She suddenly thought of a possibility and murmured in her heart: "Could this be the so-called power of destined love???"

"W-Has John Watson really noticed the destined love between me and him?"

"But it's such a rare opportunity to use the secret technique of the heart to tamper with my thinking, and he only used it to implant a ray of emotion?! Instead of-"

"Is he such a simple person...or is it because of the non-injury constraint of the contract that he can only use this method to tactfully corrupt my heart?"

"Under the power of the contract, John Watson must do his best to help me complete the dance of destiny and escort me safely back to London... So it means that the disappearance of my moth phase has nothing to do with John Watson?"

"After all, it's impossible for him to bypass the constraints of the contract and directly harm my body and mind."

"No matter what other intentions John Watson has, at least he is bound by the contract for now... he is probably trustworthy."

"As long as I can successfully complete the dance of destiny and usher in the fifth transformation...by then I will gain power beyond my sexual form. Even the ancient lion will be unable to match me at that time."

"In the face of an absolute disparity in power, even John Watson, who has mastered the secret technique of the strange moth, cannot make any difference - cough! cough cough cough!"

Mary, who was murmuring in her heart, suddenly felt an unusual itching in her throat. Her throat seemed to become narrow and tortuous in an instant. The air bumped in her throat and she could not move forward, as if she was being strangled by something invisible.

This weird itching feeling invaded the lungs in an instant, and the lobes of both lungs also felt like burning flames.

Invisible fireworks raged and collided inside the lungs, which seemed like a burning wooden house. The lungs gradually fell apart with crackling sounds, and the walls fell off piece by piece. The guests who had finally crossed the rugged throat had already slipped out along the cracks in the wall before they could even gain a foothold.

"Ahem - what is this? Is it the remaining power of that ancient lion?!"

"Ahem! Ahem—no, ahem!"

Mary coughed violently and coughed up a mouthful of blood, "Cough-this, this is the curse of delayed breathing!"

(End of this chapter)