I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 424: Casting Monster
The ashes of the Six Shadowless Kings condensed into a lump of mud in the air.

A golden flame suddenly ignited, and the huge amount of ashes of the six empires, enough to fill the entire street, were melted into the seventh throne in the raging golden flame.

Compared to the six emperors, the throne seems to be shining with golden light, but in fact it is a vain and luxurious throne carved from marble.

The seventh throne looked very plain. It was neither as huge as a mountain nor shining with any light.

It is plain and unremarkable. At first glance, you might think it is an unfinished work of a new stonemason, with its rough edges and corners.

Rather than a stone throne, it is more like a crudely carved high-backed stone chair, and the stone base is as ordinary as a large stone that can be found everywhere in the Persian desert.

But the closer you look, the more you can appreciate the extraordinary restraint of this Seventh King.

At first glance, this stone chair could indeed be mistaken for a practice piece by a novice stonemason.

But if you look closely at the edges and corners, you will find that this is not a crudely carved stone chair at all, but just a naturally formed stone that looks like a chair!
Its edges, corners and structure all exude a natural simplicity and vicissitudes.

Such a simple and natural work can only be created by the sky and the earth.

A vague figure was sitting on the quaint stone seat.

The figure was neither dazzling nor dim, but there was no way to observe its details clearly. Only the outline of the human figure could be vaguely seen.

He is neither thin nor strong, neither tall nor hunched, and looks like he is just sitting casually on the stone seat. There is no sense of solemnity, sacredness or mysterious atmosphere... If the figure was not hazy and difficult to observe directly, one might think that he is just a boy next door who accidentally sits on the throne.

But the female dancer, the deformed snake, and the broken one-eyed moth all knew it.

This is Sichen, the god of the eighth hour of the waking world, the god of struggle and change!
The God of Endless Growth! The God of Forging Monsters! The God of Invincibility!
This is the most glorious general of the most glorious empire——the Golden General!!!
But it was obvious that this hazy figure was not the real body of the Golden General.

It's not even a clone or a projection.

It is just a trace of the existence of the great Golden General, who turned into ashes here many years ago.

Just like the footprints left by walking on the mudflats.

But, but!
This is Si Chen's trace!!!

The reason why secret teachings can give mortals powers beyond imagination is that mortals know the traces left by Si Chen in history through secret teachings.

Simply by indirectly contacting Si Chen's traces through information such as text and music, it is possible for the mortal's soul to transform and mutate, and to establish an extremely weak connection with the ubiquitous principles.

And the figure in front of me is the real trace of Si Chen!!!
I wonder what kind of transformation will happen to the female dancer and the soul of the broken one-eyed moth after looking directly at this mark? ! !

The female dancer stared at the suddenly appearing figure of the golden general. Her eyes suddenly bulged out and her two vertical pupils trembled wildly as if they were about to open a real door.

The hazy line surrounding the Golden General's shadow seemed to have opened up tiny gaps under this gaze.

She was finally able to see through the blur and catch a glimpse of the Golden General's more detailed traces.

The great golden general seemed to be wearing an ancient golden armor, or his skin was glowing with ancient brilliant golden light.

The brilliant ancient gold color was not dazzling, but gentle on the contrary, like a ball of warm firework shining directly upon it, the ancient gold rising and changing in the fire.

But in the eyes of the broken one-eyed moth, the Golden General's trace was far from simple.

It saw a dynamic picture, as if it were the open-air movie projection in its memory, except that the screen was cut into the shape of a human body.

Images are playing on the human-shaped screen, and those images are changing and innovating all the time.

At first, it was a dark picture like a primitive mural, with little men drawn with coal holding distorted spears and attacking a huge shadow tangled with messy ink lines.

In the blink of an eye, the image has changed.

The images projected on the humanoid screen have now been updated.

The concept of color finally emerged, and painters learned to use natural minerals to depict colors.

Black cattle, red deer, and humans mixed with black and red chased and hunted wild beasts, taking the hard horns and bones from the corpses of wild beasts to arm themselves.

The picture changes again - the colors gradually become colorful, the lines are no longer simple, and background details such as black trees, yellow bonfires, deep caves and a deep red sun appear.

The humans in the images also begin to have details such as fingers, toes and a fifth limb.

They no longer hunt, their bone-tipped spears turned upside down on their enemies, who are depicted in extraordinary detail.

A tall primitive man wearing a helmet made of animal bones and clothes made of animal skins.

The picture changes again. The colors and techniques have become as mature as modern children's graffiti. The paint is applied to distinguish the layers and the picture has a heavy feeling.

Just as trees have leaves, humans are no longer linear and can present features such as fat, thin, strong, young, and old.

Humans wore clothes, lived in houses, and learned to use fire to forge bronze weapons.

Humans wielding bronze weapons charged at humans with horns...the struggle continued.

The picture changes again. The picture is constantly changing, but the core theme seems to have never changed.

Humans learn to make and use new weapons, humans fight against more powerful beings, humans live a stable and prosperous life, humans make new weapons, humans once again start the struggle...over and over again.

The pictures flickered and changed, and the times gradually changed, until guns and cannons were invented. Even a child who had just learned to read could easily kill a fully armed adult with the help of a gun.

We have arrived at an era when struggle is most likely to arise.

Every day, every hour, every moment, a bloody struggle is breaking out in this world.

The strong bully the weak, the brave resist the strong, the powerful suppress rebellion, the lower class rebels and rises to power... The picture changes at an extremely high speed, and pictures of different colors flicker and flicker, almost blinding the only eye of the broken one-eyed moth.

Tears as hot as molten lava swirled in the round eyes, so hot that they burned the pupils and produced charred black smoke.

The broken scaly wings trembled slightly, and molten golden tears flowed from the nostrils of the female dancer. The broken one-eyed moth had no choice but to close its eyes and only observe the shadow of the golden general through the female dancer's soul consciousness.

The ancient gold color is still so shining and so scarlet, as if it had just flowed out of a furnace, red and golden.

"I am coming."

The female dancer spoke, breaking the silence.

The general remained silent.

"I know I shouldn't have come, but I came anyway."

"..."

"I also knew I didn't have to come, but I came anyway."

The female dancer raised her eyes and stared directly at the figure of the golden general sitting on the stone seat.

"It's not a pity. I had to come anyway."

"..."

"..."

The figure on the throne remained silent, the female dancer also pretended to be silent, and only silence remained in the world.

"Ahem, are we still going to play dumb?"

"It's so annoying, can't we just stop this Riddler behavior?"

"Can you please just say it directly and clearly?"

"Secrets are not poison that will drive anyone who hears them crazy—"

"Eh, I almost forgot, the secrets here can really drive people crazy..."

The female dancer knocked her head vigorously, shaking the broken one-eyed moth inside her skull. "It seems that I really need to reduce the use of the power of abandonment. I use it too many times now, and it seems to have made my brain a little confused..."

"Okay, I won't pretend anymore. Let's just show my cards."

"First of all, changing the affiliation is absolutely impossible!"

"Even if Brother Mo is willing to be tolerant and generous, I can't turn back..."

The female dancer's expression suddenly froze, but it was not because of surprise or shock. Instead, it was more like the connection between her soul and her seven soul essences was inexplicably severed.

His mouth was still slightly open, but no words came out.

She kept this strange expression, raised her arms stiffly like a wooden man, clenched her fists, and hit her head frantically.

The hollow sound of dong dong dong echoed throughout the shattered city, and the female dancer continued to beat herself.

She seemed to feel that this was not satisfying enough, so she stretched out her slender fingers and poked into the door of her temple.

He stirred the contents of the skull vigorously until he pulled out a mass of squirming turbid tissue, threw it on the ground, and stomped it into pieces.

"Wow, that's great!" The female dancer returned to normal, looking very excited and confident.

"I feel much clearer now!"

"Brother Lion, my great Golden General, let's discuss the terms."

"According to Brother Mo's secret order——"

"I solemnly swear to you—"

"I will dedicate endless disputes to you... As long as I live, the struggle in this world will never ease!"

“Freedom and chaos, rebellion and revolution…there is no barrier between the two.”

“The fire of change and resistance will continue to burn in this world, burning violently... until the entire world is dragged into the sea of ​​fire of strife!”

"I promise you that the first great conflict between the nations will come earlier and more violently than originally planned!"

"In return, I just ask for your permission."

"I hope you will... allow me to forge your monster for you."

The Golden General still said nothing, but nodded slightly and imperceptibly.

He has granted its terms, He has blessed it!
The ancient stone base and the traces on it once again ignited the red-gold flames!
This ball of fire seemed to be mixed with blood and gold, neither warm nor hot, neither sharp nor heavy, neither surging nor rich.

But in the center of the red-gold fire there was a very special bloody vitality, as brutal as a beast and as deformed as a monster.

This is not a secret, nor a seal; it is not knowledge, nor power;

It is a mysterious and wonderful thing of a higher level. It is a code, a key, an anvil, a hammer handle... It is an organic heart of flesh and blood with the texture of steel and rock, and the structure of machinery and gears!!!
This is the qualification to wield the hammer of life!

This is the power to create monsters!!!
The red-gold flame containing the secret of forging monsters directly lifted the female dancer's head and slammed into the broken one-eyed moth!

A savage and furious vitality burned fiercely deep within the moth's head.

The female dancer jumped up and down happily, and the broken one-eyed moth also laughed wildly.

“Kachaka—now I can be called the chosen one by the two gods!”

(End of this chapter)