I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 421 Mary starts!

"Try...the distorted path?!"

The light in the female dancer's head has dimmed a lot, and her thinking has become unusually slow.

Even with the help of the mysterious runes injected by John Watson, she racked her brains to parse the meaning of the other party's last message.

"Distorted, out of control, crazy...losing myself?!!"

"No! No way! Impossible!!!"

"I can't distort! How can I distort?!"

"I am about to complete the fifth dance of destiny... I am ready to awaken the fifth mark..."

"I, my path to ascension still has a long, bright and smooth journey ahead..."

"Teacher, the instructor has already reserved a seat for me to ascend..."

"How could I fall here..."

"How can I fall here!!!"

The female dancer wanted to scream and shout, but when she opened her mouth, all that came out was a hissing sound. Even the flesh tongue that was mimicking her soul body had become distorted and long and forked like a snake.

In the chaos deep within the soul, the key centipede snake danced wildly and crawled happily in the void, and dived into the unknown inside the Gate of Opening.

The Gate of Qixiang slammed shut, the door trembled violently, and a terrifying and crazy aura spread from the gap between the tightly closed doors!
Although the door was closed, extremely tiny cracks began to appear on the door frame, door panels and door hinges.

This is the door within the door, the door of all doors, and also the door of distortion!

A strange dark purple color leaked out from countless tiny doors. This deep and evil purple color could make the soul transparent in an instant.

This familiar color of danger undoubtedly awakened the female dancer's heart. The bright red heart danced wildly in the depths of her soul. Visible ripples spread in all directions, trying to reach the erosion of the crazy open color... Unfortunately, it did not succeed.

The snake in the door suddenly attacked and swallowed the beating heart in one gulp. The surging vitality in it was immediately digested into life nourishment - countless slender little snakes emerged hideously from the body surface!

Despair filled every inch of the dancer's mind.

She doesn’t want to be distorted! She doesn’t want to be distorted!!!
But she had no right or ability to refuse!
She was… powerless to resist the process of distortion.

But the female dancer still couldn't figure it out - why? Why could John Watson interfere with the performance of the Fateful Dance? !
"Why wasn't he punished by the contract?!"

"The contract is a treasure bestowed by the mentor. How can John Watson avoid the punishment of the contract?!!"

"Even though the moth in his skull is so strange and bizarre, he is still just a mortal who has not yet ascended... How can he possibly surpass the power of the mentor???"

"I hate it! I resent it! I, I really shouldn't have provoked John Watson...I just need to honestly compromise with the relationship arranged by fate..."

"Why on earth did I ever think of resisting this destined relationship in the first place... I could have just run away from John Watson and London, to a remote corner where no one could find me, and then naturally give up this destined relationship..."

The female dancer's soul was covered with scars, but her mind became more flexible as a result, like a last glimmer of light at the moment of death.

"But why have I never thought of escaping???"

"Why am I thinking about how to make full use of John Watson? How can I completely sever this relationship? How can I put John Watson to death???"

"Why did I get so confused that I invited him to the tomb of the Shadowless Kings???"

"Could it be that my thoughts, my consciousness...were already abnormal at that time?"

"My self-righteous act of defying fate is actually part of fate's plan..."

Tears of regret seemed to be rolling around in my eye sockets, making the inside of my eyes itchy.

But the soul is not the body, so how could it shed tears?

The dancer's eyes felt strange because her pupils were distorting!
The pure blue eye color like the ocean is fading rapidly, and the hazy purple color permeates the eyes. The round pupils shrink and become upright like a slightly opened door.

The seven scars around his face blossomed again, and the seven-tailed, multicolored snake returned to the world.

In the last life, we were full of ambition, but were strangled by that despicable moth. In this life, we have made a comeback, and have accumulated enough lessons. We will definitely be able to defeat that hateful moth, eliminate all the closed things in the world, and let the glory of the queen spread all over the world!!!

The sound of slapping hands rang out seven times in an instant.

The broken one-eyed moth flapped its scaly wings left and right, slapping each of the seven newly born colorful snakes.

When the scaly wings collided with the snake heads, a faint dust of abandonment was scattered, which sank into the skulls of the seven snakes, making the seven heads buzz.

"Oh, have your wounds healed and you forgotten the pain?"

"No, it's actually a bad thing for you if your scar heals... Have you forgotten the pain now that your scar has healed?"

"Kuanmian! Kuanmian, where have you been?!"

"Come out quickly and teach your little brother what civility and courtesy mean... Otherwise, I will have to remind you of the delicious snake soup again."

The giant centipede key flat-necked snake hiding inside the Gate of All Gates heard the humiliating title of "Wide Face" and reluctantly stuck its head out. It hissed softly, seemingly strong but actually weak, and all the snakes bowed down to the broken one-eyed moth.

A deep gap opened up at the back of the female dancer's soul amid the hissing of the giant snake in the door.

The broken one-eyed moth squeezed in, and its seven mutated limbs pierced directly into the seven souls.

The soul's head just fits the body of the moth, leaving only the broken scaly wings floating behind its head like a bun.

This soul is now completely controlled by the moth.

The broken one-eyed moth raised its head and looked directly at the five angry shadowless emperors. Its limbs trembled slightly as it controlled the snake dancer to stand up. Countless slender little snakes around its soul twisted wildly, raised their heads and burst into a hissing sound.

It chuckled and said:
"Motorized Mary, start!"

………………

Three thousand miles away in London, on the top floor of a closed door strip club.

A gentleman with a slightly dark complexion slowly walked out from the shadows behind the curtain, holding a tray filled with steaming black tea and some delicate snacks.

"Ms. Suluochana, your breakfast is ready."

"Um……"

The exotic lady who was lazily lying on the sofa stretched, slowly sat up and picked up the teacup.

The black tea in the cup is as clear as virgin blood. Just by sniffing the faint steam rising up, you can taste its mellow and sweet flavor.

The color, aroma and taste are almost top-notch.

The only drawback is that there is a piece of unique tea leaves in the cup.

The tea leaves curl up like needles, floating up and down in the bright tea soup, but they are unwilling to be like their other compatriots that sink to the bottom of the cup - they obediently and completely immerse themselves in the comfortable tea soup like a hot spring, stretching their shapes and releasing their fragrance.

Lonely tea leaves are unwilling to blindly follow other tea leaves.

It has its own ideas and its own persistence - I swear to resist this warm hot soup!

I will never give in! I will never give up resistance!!!
Ms. Suluochana smiled as she looked at the solitary tea leaf struggling in the cup.

She went to the window and looked out at the grey London in the early morning.

Those eyes that never go out seem to be able to penetrate the thick haze of the foggy city, cross the oceans and mountains, travel three thousand miles away, ignore the barriers between the worlds, and look directly at her beloved disciple with a hideous face.

Ms. Suluochana gently blew out a breath of orchid and musk fragrance, causing the tea in the cup to ripple slightly. The uncompromising tea leaves were immediately swept away by the waves and sank to the bottom of the cup, no longer having the strength to resist.

"Mary, my good disciple."

"Have you finally embarked on the path of your own unique destiny..."

"To fully embrace the Mother of Pain and Mercy is indeed a path that is completely different from the rest of you."

(End of this chapter)