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Chapter 415 How the Blade of Destiny Breaks the Chain of Destiny
Although throughout the journey to the Persian Qajar Empire, Mary Mostan seemed to have no idea of ​​the purpose of the trip.

She didn't know the exact location of the entrance to the royal tomb, nor did she know the conditions for entering the royal tomb. She also didn't know that the interior of the royal tomb was actually a vast and boundless blood-red desert.

It was as if she had only vaguely learned that she would come to the city of Shiraz in Qajar Persia, go to an unknown stage, and perform the so-called "dance of destiny" for an uncertain audience - everything was unknown.

But in fact, Mary Morstan was not really ignorant of the Dance of Fate.

She once heard the revelation of the beating of her heart in a dream.

That night, through the cracks of the shattered mirror, the female dancer stepped into the most admired and proud shining door among all the doors in Mansu.

The house behind the door was not as bright and dazzling as usual. The glass crystal that shone with a hazy purple light disappeared, and the dazzling golden light that was everywhere also became dim.

The room behind the door was filled with a blood-red light as dense as blood.

The bright red light is not illusory, but solid, just like blood circulating.

When the female dancer's palm gently brushed across the blood light, her fingertips felt a slight tingling sensation like needles, but a relaxing, comfortable warmth flowed in the palm of her palm... It was as if she had returned to her mother's palace and could swim freely in the warm ocean of life.

She couldn't help but blend into the flow of blood, following the increasingly warm and comfortable place.

Countless blood-red lights intertwined in the deepest part of the strange house, entwining like a gigantic heart.

The blood-red heart hung in the air, beating endlessly.

The female dancer also followed the flowing blood into the heart of the house...she seemed to have become a part of the heart of the house.

Her spirit was beating, and the rhythm of her soul was resounding with a beautiful and deep melody - that was her vitality, passion and instinct.

She seemed to be integrated into the great music of material and spiritual movement!

In the rhythm of the music, the female dancer instinctively steals some deeply hidden information.

But her slow thinking and backward brain were simply unable to parse out the complete information.

Words—cannot be parsed, accepted, understood!
Language - unparseable, unacceptable, incomprehensible!
Vision - cannot be analyzed, cannot be accepted, cannot be understood!
Hearing - cannot be analyzed, cannot be accepted, cannot be understood!
…………

Only the sense of touch that has been honed for a long time can decipher some fragmented information, broken and incomplete information.

The dry and sharp wind gently brushes across the skin. No clothes or clothing can stop this wanton and brutal wind, just like a soft knife slowly cutting across the skin.

The ground beneath my feet is wet, sticky, and delicate. When I tap my toes, I can feel a slight sinking sensation. When I lift my heels, I can feel something tiny falling off. Is it sand? Am I stepping into the ocean, or have I just left it?

Through the rhythm of the earth, one can vaguely sense a chaotic heartbeat standing behind. Its heart rate is weak and powerless, as if an old man who is about to die is struggling for his last bit of life - who is it?
The frequency of lifting and lowering my feet became faster and faster - am I being impatient? Am I being impatient?
Fine sand is flowing along the sides of my feet. When I step on them, I can feel the gradually obvious slope. The ground I step on is gradually rising - am I climbing, or are there stairs made of sand and stones under my feet?
But where exactly will I go...

The flames in the wind became more intense and more frenetic, and my skin could not help but tremble slightly, as if I was frightened but also as if I could not suppress my ecstasy. I was slowly approaching something hot, maybe a furnace? Or a bonfire? Or a blazing flame?
Am I, stepping step by step into the furnace?
Am I seeking my own destruction... How is this possible? ! !

The wind finally stopped, and I seemed to be spinning on the sand, and the scorching heat shifted to my back - I could clearly feel the light and heat on my back!

The light must be dazzling, and the heat must be boiling.

Am I standing in the spotlight?
Am I about to start performing a dance?

Where on earth is this stage? What kind of dance will I perform? Wait, am I crying?
The wet touch slid down my face, across my neck and collarbone, across the wounds on my skin, and dripped onto my feet amidst the burning pain - am I hurt?
My skin began to dance to an unknown rhythm, and my flesh and blood gradually began to jump, but... what about my heart?
Why, why can't I feel my own heart anymore...Where has my heart gone?
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When the dancer woke up, there was a bright red and incomplete map on her pillow.

The strokes of the map are vigorous and majestic, as if depicting an extremely majestic lion...but a vital part of the lion's heart is missing.

"The tomb of the Shadowless Kings?"

"That's not a place your people should go."

After Teacher Suluochana pondered for a moment, his beautiful eyes, which would never go out, suddenly began to shine with an extremely dazzling light. "I see..."

"It is your destiny, Mary, to go to the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings... You must complete the dance you are destined to perform there."

"The Tomb of the Shadowless Kings... hides the opportunity to obtain the Fifth Seal, which is of vital importance to you."

"This journey is destined to be bumpy... You need to recruit a qualified guardian to help you cross the scarred mountains, protect you from the erosion of fire, and help you step onto the destined stage."

The opportunity to awaken the fifth mark? ! !
Upon hearing this crucial information, Mary Mostan smiled brightly, and her clear blue eyes curved into crescents with joy.

Late that night, an extremely ugly, hairless bird came to her window, knocked gently on it, and asked for her help.

Mary Morstan knew that this was probably fate's arrangement. She was destined to be entangled with that man, just as she was destined to travel three thousand miles to complete the fifth dance of destiny.

Destiny is Si Chen's game...Mortals have no right to disobey Si Chen's arrangements.

This made her feel inexplicably irritated. She longed to complete the dance of destiny as soon as possible and gain the power to decide her own fate.

But she inevitably fell into the fate that Si Chen had set for her... If even the sharp blade in her hand was given by fate, how could she possibly use the sharp blade of fate to tear apart the shackles of fate???
but……

What if I just swallowed the golden apple given by fate, and abandoned the rotten and worm-eaten tree and gave up the heavy sky?
Can I take the advantages and ignore the disadvantages?

Mary Mostan put away her memories and looked up at the highest point of the blood-stained desert - the sand dune that was as steep as a sword and pierced the red sun.

She turned around and looked at the monster behind her.

The opponent's injuries are still serious.

In this barren desert, there are no real living things except these two - the power of those half-lions, half-humans who have come back from the dead will also dissipate after they are broken.

The consumed vitality has no chance to be replenished... John Watson's injuries will only become more serious. Even though he is trying his best to get rid of the scars and pain, a pond without water is destined to dry up.

But we have to continue to make him tired. We have to make him tired to the point of nearly death!

The opening of the tombs of the Shadowless Kings will inevitably cause a stir in the outside world... By the time we leave the royal tombs, Shanxin Mountain will most likely have been completely surrounded by the hidden secret believers of the Qajar Dynasty.

There is absolutely no way they will let us go since we possess the secret of the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings... A battle is inevitable.

Perhaps, I can take this opportunity to... erase John Watson from this world forever!

Mary Morstan's beautiful face had regained its beauty and a smile that was irresistible appeared on her face.

She looked at John Watson's almost carbonized and hideous face and said softly:

"Mr. Watson, I'll have to trouble you to continue to guard the surrounding area."

"According to the contract, you must do your best to protect me so that I can complete the performance of the Destiny Dance~~"

After the female dancer finished speaking, she stepped onto the steep and sharp sand dune, and her delicate and fair feet sank deeply into the warm and moist blood-red sand.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom—

An extremely faint heart rhythm spread out from the toes, mixed with extremely clear hostility and indignation, showing the heroic fighting scene of the insectoids and the half-lion guards.

This hidden rhythm of the heart flexibly and cautiously bypassed the resting insectoids and rushed straight towards the ancient skeletons in the distance that had not yet awakened.

The sea of ​​sand is in turmoil, and the roar from thousands of years ago echoes endlessly.

"Intruders...bugs...die!!!"

(End of this chapter)