I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 413 Immortal Army

Mary Morstan stood up, her body, having drunk the full glass of wine, showing a youthful vitality.

Even though the wine in the cup had been completely consumed by the flesh and blood, without wasting a single drop, some of the influence of the cup seemed to remain on the skin, making the delicate and smooth skin appear to be a hazy, faint blush.

Under the glow of the red sunset, this light pink appears to become richer and scarlet, just like bright red blood mixed into pure milk, but it does not make people feel turbid, but reveals a pure and enchanting beauty.

The female dancer swallowed the last drop of wine in her mouth whole, and deliberately did not use the tip of her tongue to taste the sweetness of the wine. Instead, she slowed her breathing, calmed her mind, and concentrated on controlling her heart to play the music left by the great musician.

The beating of the drums in my heart contains a passionate and ardent rhythm, just like a couple in love kissing passionately.

But the ending of the song carries a hint of sadness... It turns out that this unforgettable love was just a conspiracy of the girlfriend, just her jealous vigilance... This result will be unforgettable to the boyfriend and keep him awake every night.

The alert emotion gradually sprouted and grew in the female dancer's heart along with the vibration of the drum of the heart...even her flesh and blood and her cells seemed to wake up, becoming fragile, sensitive and unusually alert.

The slender and flexible muscle fibers dance hand in hand with nearby companions to create a resonant frequency, and in the slightly vibrating song and dance, every inch of flesh and blood seems to be able to communicate with each other's thoughts.

"I am Mary Morstan's skin...I have melted, I have burned, I have pierced...I am real."

"I am Mary Morstan's muscle...I was pink I was dark I was ripped...I am real."

"I am Mary Morstan's blood...I have boiled, I have cooled, I have flowed...and I am real."

"I am Mary Morstan's skeleton...I have broken I have shattered I have split...I am real."

"I am the blood of John Watson and Sebastian..."

Some of the flesh and blood from others still remain in the body of the united 'Mary Morstan'. They confusedly follow the rhythm of the neighboring flesh and blood and join in the resonant dance. They also can't help but reveal their own essence and origins, "...My mission is to sacrifice myself to heal-"

The voice of the foreign blood disappeared.

When they revealed their identities, the sensitive and suspicious 'Mary Mostans' immediately rushed forward, tearing the blood full of surging vitality into pieces of cell residue, and then swallowing and chewing these delicious active vitality in big mouthfuls.

Mary Mostan's flesh and blood performed the dance of resonance again and again, until her body was singing the name of 'Mary Mostan' in unison, and no other sound was heard.

"In this way... I will be able to completely digest John Watson's blood... and prevent him from tampering with the blood and setting a trap in my body."

Mary Mostan had keenly noticed the inconsistency in John Watson's words... The moth in my own skull desperately closed the distorted door of revelation to interrupt the process of distortion... Such a thing sounds too absurd!
She didn't want to believe any pause in the other person's words!
The main content of the curse contract signed between the two was "John Watson must do his best to help Mary Morstan enter the tomb of the Shadowless Kings and escort her back to London safely", although Mary also added several supplementary clauses to prevent John Watson from circumventing the contract punishment through other tricks.

However, sincerity and frankness are not within the scope of the contract... If John Watson's lies do not prevent him from exercising the contract, then even the contract will not react to his fraud. Just like John Watson's two fingers piercing Mary Morstan's chest just now... The process of this behavior seems to be for the purpose of harming, but the actual result is to remove the slow breath curse in her body... Such an action will naturally not trigger the punishment of the curse contract.

This is the advantage of the Curse Contract - flexibility.

This is also the disadvantage of the Curse Contract - slowness.

But none of this matters anymore. What matters is how I can make the most of it next... squeeze out the value of John Watson and let him help me step onto the stage of the Dance of Destiny.

In the process, I must exhaust his spirit and strength, making him exhausted and weak... This way, even if he really has evil intentions, he won't have the extra strength to pose a threat to me!

After Mary Mostan made up her mind, she began to slow down her pace. She was like a headless fly that could not identify the direction, wandering around in this dangerous desert, waking up one guard of the royal tomb after another.

The lion's roar, which is silent but can shake the soul directly, keeps echoing in the desolate desert, and the rough sand that is as wet, salty and fishy as flesh and blood is rippling in circles.

The blood-colored sand caused ripples, and the ancient dead bones suddenly stood up in the tide of the sand sea. The rough flesh and blood clung to the long-lost bones again, until the lion head on the top reshaped its hideous and ferocious appearance.

The gravel swept the fierce stones and gathered them into extremely sharp sixteen-foot spears, while the hard stones were glued into a giant shield with oval openings on both sides.

The size of each weapon is far beyond the ordinary scope, but it is just right to be held in the hands of the royal tomb guards who are over ten feet tall!
The seven-headed, half-lion, half-human guards of the royal tomb looked at the human-like, half-insect figure standing in front of them. Their eyes, formed by coal mines buried deep under the sand, suddenly burst into blazing flames!
"Intruder...die!"

"Intruders will be killed without mercy!!!"

"Immortal! Immortal! Immortal!!!"

Three spears were thrown out first, and the sixteen-foot outlines tore through the air with a whistling sound, and the scarlet and black spear tips had already burned to a scorching red!

In ancient times, this giant spear containing the "wrath of Achaemenides" could cross a distance of nearly a thousand yards in an instant after being thrown out, directly tearing apart the Macedonian phalanx as solid as a city wall, and directly setting the chariot where the enemy general was!

But at this moment, the three blazing spears were shot towards the thin figure in the distance, but were easily dodged by the damn little bug with its nimble footsteps. Only the scorching flames that burst out when the spears fell could leave bumpy burn marks on the black shell.

Under the flaming bombardment of three consecutive falling spears, the carapace of the hateful insect was already cracked with dense scars, and Achaemenes' rage smoothly spread to the opponent's uncovered arm!

Now is the best time to press on and seize the opportunity!
The three half-lion, half-human guards of the royal tomb closest to them roared with a roar that directly shook the mind - in the past, their roar was enough to shatter the heart of any mortal.

A heat wave visible to the naked eye burst out from the lion's wide-open mouth and slapped the small insect in front of it!

(End of this chapter)