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Chapter 416: Music and Dance
Beneath the sand dunes, the prelude to dance and music has already sounded.

The roar that resounds through the heart and shakes the spirit surges continuously.

The violent collision between flesh, blood, and sand and stones produced a dull drumming sound, like the beating of a war drum before a battle.

Scimitars, swords, spears and arrows tore through the shell and texture, and the broken flesh and blood screamed with hoarse wails, like the strings of a piano being plucked on the stage.

The heavy punch hit the giant oval shield with a loud bang, followed by a slow and intermittent ensemble of shattering and dismemberment.

This is a symphony of violence and struggle, and the melodies of the music are mixed with thick blood and rage.

And such terrible strife is but the prelude to the coming dance.

The conflicts and fighting spirits dormant under the sand have been awakened by this passionate war song!

Thick blood rose from the sand, like fog or clouds.

In the clouds and mist, human and animal shadows intertwined back and forth, blades and armor shadows crisscrossed, and roars, the clanging of swords, and the sounds of breaking bones and flesh rose one after another.

The audience buried deeper in the desert, those guards who have been sleeping for thousands of years but still not decayed, have been eager to wake up and throw themselves into the center of the engine of strife without hesitation.

"Those who disturb the royal tombs... shall be punished without pardon!"

"Kill, kill, kill!!!"

"Blood... fresh blood... we can already smell the fragrance of the blood of sin!!!"

"Ah... I want to drink that blood... I want to taste killing and death!!!"

The audience's enthusiasm is already so high!
The audience's desire is so urgent!

But the main dancer of the performance remained neither hurried nor slow.

Mary Morstan climbed slowly up the sand dunes, heading towards the red sun at the top.

The sand on this dune was much wetter than the previous one. Her feet sank deeply into it, and the gravel with a strong smell of blood easily covered her ankles.

The wind in his face was dry and hot, and so strong that it felt like a thin knife scraping against his body. His tattered leather coat and cloak could not withstand the wild and fierce scorching wind, and had long since been blown under the sand dunes and sunk into the bloody cloud of battle.

The skin moistened with sweat had a rosy glow, and the flushed face was filled with an ecstatic smile.

"exactly!"

"It's this feeling, this familiar feeling!"

“It’s exactly the same experience I had in my dream that night!!!”

“I finally stepped onto the stage for the fifth Destined Dance!!!”

Mary Morstan whispered softly, the scarlet sunset reflected in her eyes.

The sand dunes are very high and steep. If a mortal came here to climb, he would surely have rolled down the mountain along the quicksand.

But these difficulties could not frustrate the energetic female dancer. After 749,000 steps, she finally reached the top of the sand dune, a platform less than ten feet square.

The fierce wind blew away the sand on the platform, revealing the ancient and heavy stone platform.

The stone is pale and textureless, with extremely tiny holes, like the skeleton of some giant creature.

Mary Mostan looked at the red sun that was so close to her. The dazzling light and heat were so strong that they could blind her eyes. However, the strange warmth that actually fell into her pupils made her tired body feel full of vitality again!
She couldn't help wanting to touch the red sun, as if she could feel the bright scarlet color as long as she stretched out her hand, and feel with her skin the light that humans had longed for for thousands of years.

Warm and moist light, hard and soft light——

"Wait a moment!"

"What's with this touch?!"

Mary looked at the red sun that was now tightly attached to her soles, and a huge storm surged in her heart! She... had touched the end of the world!!!
“I actually touched the sun!!!”

A warm rhythm came from the palm of her hand, as if the usually serious father suddenly broke into a friendly smile. The smile contained some information that was difficult to explain in words and directly transmitted to the depths of the soul and flowed into the female dancer's head.

Mary Mostan looked around in surprise. The originally boundless blood-red desert had changed its appearance in her eyes!

"This desert...is actually a limited world!"

“It’s like a box full of sand!!!”

The female dancer could clearly see that the seemingly endless desert in front of her had lost its original three-dimensional shape, but had turned into a mottled plane painted with blood red and gold.

It turns out that this desert is just a vivid painting that reaches as high as the sky!!!

"I understand!"

"Just like what I had imagined in my dream...it turns out that this red sun is really just a huge spotlight!"

She came to her senses and looked down at the desert. She could clearly see the border barriers surrounding the desert, the sky and five huge murals in all directions.

"The Tomb of the Shadowless Kings... is just a room built by Si Chen."

“A stage built just for me.”

“The red sun, the strong wind, the yellow sand and the soldiers…are just my musicians and dancers.”

"Hahahaha - let me present you with a dance that you will never forget!!!"

Mary Morstan laughed wildly, her laughter becoming clearer and more frantic until it was almost insane.

The fifth dance of destiny has begun.

This dance combines the beauty of hardness and softness.

At first, the female dancer's limbs were soft as if they had no bones, as graceful as the invisible wind, and as beautiful as flowing blood.

Her dance steps were soft and delicate, her neck swayed slightly, her shoulders trembled slightly, her waist swayed, and her white jade feet lightly tapped the ground.

The delicate toes stepped lightly on the wet sand, gracefully and lightly, drawing pale lotus flowers.

As if on a blood-red canvas, jade beads bounce and leap, and the white and blood-red colors collide with each other, causing endless reverie.

But with a loud bang under the sand dune, a dark flame as thick as blood suddenly burned up, and the dull color added a thick touch to the blood-red and golden curtain.

The female dancer's brows suddenly frowned, as if she was filled with sorrow and difficulty in getting rid of it. She was really pitiful. A misty wetness covered her eyes, and tears kept rolling in her eyes but she was strong and refused to let them fall.

Her heart was pounding, her slender eyebrows were trembling and disheveled, her heart seemed to be filled with sorrow, and her deep blue eyes looked around as if she was looking for something.

His smart eyes looked at the tired figure who was engaged in a bitter battle under the sand dune.

Another army with lion heads and human bodies in sand woke up from a thousand-year slumber, riding giant bronze war horses as big as steam locomotives.

The immortal cavalrymen from thousands of years ago spewed out boiling steam, pulled the strings of the bone bows in their hands to the full moon, and the blazing arrows burst out like cannonballs, rushing towards the poor and helpless Moth Man with a scream that made the air distorted with fear.

The flesh and blood of the ancient bronze war horses flowed with the heat of lava, and the metal hooves as big as human heads stomped their feet together in a charge, causing the desert earth to tremble and shake.

The murderous aura that has gone through the vicissitudes of time is still as hot as a furnace, and the brutal and ferocious killing is still as boiling as before!

Ugh--

The female dancer sighed softly and lowered her eyes.

The next moment, she suddenly opened her eyes and glared, with flames of rage burning in her beautiful eyes!
(End of this chapter)