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Chapter 414: False Concern

The three half-lion, half-human guards of the royal mausoleum stomped the ground and leaped up. Their muscles made of sand and gravel were cracked under the surging force, and flowing magma could be vaguely seen between the cracks.

They held the giant oval shield in both hands and held it upright in front of them, intending to use their powerful weight to transform themselves into meteorites falling from the sky, vowing to crush the damn invading insect into a pool of meat paste!
Mary Mostan was hiding aside and watching at the moment. According to what she had just agreed with John Watson, after experiencing the triple torture of loss of control, deformation and the curse of delayed breath, even though she had drunk Mr. Watson's blood rich in vitality, she still did not fully recover.

"In order to have enough energy to complete the destined dance later, I must remain in a state of meditation... Mr. Watson, I will have to face the next battle alone."

Regardless of whether Watson had any objections in his heart at the time, under such a clear request and under the constraints of the contract, he could only nod in silence.

So Mary Morstan hid safely behind a sand dune and watched John Watson's hard battle with the guards of the royal tomb.

"Unlike the one-on-one fight just now, this time it's a joint attack by the seven guards of the royal mausoleum. Even John Watson will have to pay a heavy price..."

From her perspective, the three half-lion, half-human guards of the royal tomb stomped their feet on the ground so hard that the dust flew, and then they soared dozens of feet into the air. Their huge bodies seemed to completely cover the afterglow of the setting sun in the distance, and they transformed into three huge shadows that completely enveloped the area where the remaining flames were still below.

"I guess John Watson's eyes must be black now... no, three eyes must be black now!" Mary Morstan said with a little gloating in her heart.

Even though the momentum of the seven ten-foot-tall guards of the royal mausoleum was indeed overwhelming, and their simultaneous charge raised a cloud of dust, which seemed quite oppressive... the female dancer was quite confident in John Watson's ability.

'Even now, he has just experienced a battle with the ancient lion, and he has transported at least thirty ounces of blood for me.'

Mary Morstan thought, 'But even the ancient lion couldn't defeat John Watson... these seven so-called immortal guards can probably only slightly deplete John Watson's physical strength.'

The actual result was exactly as she expected.

The three guards of the royal mausoleum who were the first to be hit fell heavily on the sand where John Watson had previously stood, and a large cloud of dust immediately spread up, covering an area of ​​dozens of feet in radius, making it difficult to observe the situation inside clearly.

But the female dancer with the mind form is able to see through the situation in the sand and dust by sensing the beating of the heart.

In her mind's vision, the three guards of the royal mausoleum, who had no hearts but emitted a faint heartbeat, fell to the ground with a bang and landed in the air - the chaotic heartbeat representing John Watson had moved to a range of ten feet away the moment before they fell.

The next second, the chaotic heartbeat burst out with an unprecedented roar, like an engine of fighting and killing roaring wantonly!!!
Then the roaring engine of fighting and killing rushed into the center of the dust storm and slammed into one of the faint heartbeats... Collision, collision, collision, deafening collision sounds continued to sound in the dust storm.

The chaotic engines were becoming more and more excited and frantic as they kept colliding!

The strange, chaotic and crazy heart rate seemed to symbolize John Watson's inner heart at the moment. The extremely chaotic and strangely excited beating frequency fell into the female dancer's heart, as if it could analyze some kind of information or words.

It was a laugh of extreme arrogance.

Talking about the beauty of tearing limbs, sharing the joy of breaking bones, and praising the supremacy of violence and destruction!!!
Even though the remaining four guards of the royal mausoleum quickly joined in the dust, they were unable to suppress the increasingly loud roar of the chaos engine...it only added some new timbres to the monotonous and dull impact symphony of the dust.

Some have the piercing screams of sharp weapons tearing through hard objects, some have the refreshing groans of sharp objects penetrating heavy objects, some have the violent roars of bangs, and some have the crisp and pleasant sounds of crackling.

Blood-red flames, dark red evil lights, the sticky black of the blackest black… mottled colors shone one after another in the yellow sand. Eight heartbeats were entangled together, as if they were performing a dance of love and hate, using the most primitive body movements to express the anger and madness in their hearts… But gradually, some exhausted actors began to leave the stage.

Thirty-seven seconds... was the time that Mary Mostan had been counting silently in her heart, and it was also the time it took for the other seven weak heartbeats inside the dust to completely quiet down.

When the dust completely dissipated, Mary Mostan narrowed her eyes slightly and saw that the ground in the center of the dust was sunken into a huge pit. In the pit, there were several deep gullies like those left by a giant beast waving its claws - these were the same cracks she saw on the ground near John Watson when she first woke up in the Shadowless King's Tomb and watched him from afar.

John Watson was standing in the center of the pit. The shell on his body had been almost completely shattered, and deep scars that could be seen to the bone appeared between his dark and skinny skin. The edges of those scars were covered with scabs left by the flames, making it impossible for the wounds to heal for a while.

Mary Mostan first calmed down and listened carefully, and then she sensed that the other person's heart rate had completely dropped to the normal level of once per second... no, even lower, now it has dropped to about one minute and forty.

Only then did she come out from behind the sand dune where she was hiding, and rushed forward, shouting words of pretended concern.

"Mr. Watson! Are you okay?!!"

When Mary Morstan came in front of Watson, she began to dig out the burning charcoal near the wound with her sharp claws, and the curled flesh and blood squirmed slightly inward.

The female dancer carefully looked at the other person's condition again. The scars looked extremely serious. The most terrifying scar had torn open the entire chest, exposing the gray rib plates and the intestines that had just been stuffed back in.

Mary's eyes immediately became moist, and her blue eyes, which were already as clear as the ocean, were covered with a light mist, making them appear even more crystal clear, making people feel pity for her unconsciously - she was indeed very good at showing different charms, and it seemed that one could experience different kinds of beauty in her at the same time.

"It's all my fault! If I didn't need to rest and couldn't use the Invisibility Technique, I would have to let you, Mr. Watson, fight alone..."

"It's all my fault! You got hurt so badly, Mr. Watson... Do you want to take a rest first?"

"Can you still fight?"

Watson looked at the female dancer who was good at performing and just smiled reluctantly, "Let's... keep moving forward."

Mary Mostan looked at the other person's dark face, and was surprised to find that she seemed to be able to see the other person's pale blood color through the cracked visor - the dark blood color of the facial muscles became much clearer and turned into a turbid gray.

She suppressed her inner joy and just touched the scar on Watson's chest with concern, confirming that his heart was unusually tired.

Then he nodded slightly and said, "That's good, let's move on."

"The real royal tomb... is hidden there!"

Mary Morstan looked toward the sunset in the distance that would never set, and her blue eyes reflected the blood-like color.

(End of this chapter)