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Chapter 423 The Seventh Throne
The giant flat-necked snake in the Gate of Gates deep within the soul hissed with joy.

The heart that was swallowed into the stomach but still insisted on beating gave up struggling for some reason at this moment, and the surging vitality was released inside the door.

The snakes in the cracks of the flesh and blood door grew wildly like weeds, twisting wildly, peeling off with regret, and burning with resentment.

Under the piercing of the seven limbs of the broken one-eyed moth and the rendering of the deformed snake, the seven types of soul in the female dancer's body have become increasingly turbid and dim.

Her rationality, her sensibility, her persistence, her courage, her longing, her mood, her memory... were completely polluted by a color that was almost madness, distortion, and chaos.

But the Broken One-Eyed Moth was merciful, loving, kind, and gentle... It very gracefully cut off a small part of the seven souls.

Carefully stick these broken thoughts together and trample them into a tiny, precarious ball of light.

This is the last pure land of Mary Mostan’s soul, her final residence, and the cage that imprisons her!
It would be so cruel and wasteful to casually erase such an outstanding dancer.

Such a beautiful canary must be imprisoned in a cage to be admired and teased every day to relieve fatigue and boredom!

The ball of light was like a lamp that was about to go out, and the tiny flame in the lamp was about to go out. In Yan's heart, there was a desperate and helpless girl sitting there.

The girl was about sixteen years old, with a pair of blue eyes filled with moisture on her tender face.

Although she looks like she is sixteen years old, she is not Mary at the age of sixteen. Her memories are sporadic and she can only recall a few important and fragmentary memories.

Growth is empty, mother is incomplete, father is vague...only the pain of life is the most unforgettable.

The girl was crying softly, wailing silently, and feeling resentment in her tears.

The broken one-eyed moth slowly lowered its head and looked directly at the girl in the tiny ball of light.

"Miss Mary, I'm sorry... Actually, what I just said was also a lie to you."

"The reason why I was able to enter the illusion world of your Fateful Dance is not only because of Kuanmian leading the way..."

"It is just a guide, and it can't even function as a key... The blockade of the power of Si Chen is indeed not something that mortals can break through."

"But, have you ever thought about a question?"

"Ms. Mary, you clearly already know the destined relationship between you and me, and that our fates are closely intertwined..."

"So, what on earth gave you this illusion, making you feel that... this dance that must be completed was prepared just for you?"

"You don't really think that there is nothing suspicious about a Heart Moth Qi's molting dancer coming to the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings to perform the dance of transformation?"

"This inevitable fate of the Shadowless Kings' Tomb is not only prepared for you, but also for me!"

The girl imprisoned in the cage deep within her soul body cried loudly.

“Woooooooooooooooo~ I knew it! I knew it!”

"You lied to me, you lied to me again... I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you so much!!!"

She resented it all! She hated it all! She hated it all!
She hated herself! She hated John Watson! She hated Sulochana Amovashya even more!!!

When the seven sharp and deformed limbs pierced into the soul, Mary fought hard, and in the struggle she even bit off a piece of dead skin from the broken one-eyed moth.

Mixed in with the dead skin was a small fragment of John Watson's memory.

The information and images contained in this short memory are fragmented and incoherent, but these broken images are tacitly expressing a message.

That is - when John Watson hurt Mary Morstan, he did not suffer any backlash from the contract!!!
That contract is fake! It is invalid! It was forged by Amovasha!!!

"Sulochana Amavasya..."

"Why, why did you lie to me?!"

"Why, why?"

"I, I clearly already regarded you as my mother, as my only relative..." "But, but why did you lie to me!!!"

The girl held her head and cried bitterly, her bright red tears and blood flowing like a fountain.

The broken one-eyed moth looked at the despair, twisted and painful resentment overflowing from the tiny ball of light and nodded with great satisfaction.

"Right! That's more like it. I kept you alive just for this!"

"Such intense anger, resentment and pain are the best fuel for the flames of destruction!"

The female dancer looked at the five shining emperors who were close at hand and smiled slightly, then raised her arms and shouted "destruction, destruction and destruction!"
A blazing black flame gushed out from every one of her wounds!

The shadowless kings were defeated, and the shattered city walls, wailing guards, and legions fighting outside the city were all swallowed up in the insatiable burning.

Destruction...has eaten the feast.

But the anger, pain and resentment of destruction are still not satisfied, its hunger is even greater!
The mouth of destruction was already drooling as it looked towards the five gleaming skeletons.

"I... the old me..."

"The wolf devours me, and I devour the wolf...

"...I devour myself..."

"Hehehe... I, I will be more complete than you..."

The dark flame that swallowed the entire desert no longer burned aimlessly. All the dark flames gathered together and entangled into a smoldering fire, a painful cocoon.

Angry flames formed a skull with a cracked top.

The flame of pain turned into a broken jaw at the bottom.

The sharp flame evolved into claws and fangs, and the sticky flame condensed into blood and flesh.

"Unfortunately... there is no dead silence...

“There is no ruin or end…”

"But, that's enough..."

The shattered wolf that broke out of its cocoon, raging with a mad dark flame, pounced towards the five shining balls of pure white light.

The wolf bit down hard.

The original white, oozing with dark blood.

Quietly, the original ancient glory disappeared again.

The dark flame that was devouring myself finally came to a stop.

The skeletons of the five emperors no longer shone, and returned to their withered and decayed state, gradually dissipating in the wind.

The shadowless emperor was completely shattered, leaving only the dust of his bones that echoed and swirled in the air with the wind...

Keep circling...

Circling quickly!
Circling fiercely!!

Reinvention of the spiral!!!
Weapons will become more powerful through constant recasting, and so does the Shadowless Empire!!!
The hidden seventh throne appeared.

The real audience of this fateful dance in the Shadowless Empire's Tomb has finally appeared!
He was not an emperor, nor was he a descendant of the Achaemenids.

But He is the greatest general of the Achaemenids - the Golden General!
(End of this chapter)