I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 425 Blade Fragments
The desert outside the city is a limited desert like a box.

Above the sky, thin, scarlet sunlight surrounded the wildly dancing figure, like a black sun distorted into a human shape dancing wildly.

Sebastian, who had regained control of his body, came to his senses and found himself in a dark desert.

The sky and the earth became extremely dark, and ordinary people could hardly see their own fingers when they stretched out their hands.

But for the natural moth-man, such darkness is as familiar as returning to the hometown deep in his blood.

The darkness was like a deformed glow. Under such dim light, he could feel the essence of things more intuitively.

Sebastian took a deep breath of the dry desert wind, and his faceted obsidian eyes reflected another face of the desert in front of him.

With his foothold as the center, hideous claw-blade cracks crisscrossed the ground unscrupulously. There were faint twisted and entangled edges on the edges of the cracks, as if several extremely sharp blades were fighting each other.

Just by looking directly at the remaining sharpness, Sebastian's eyes were already aching slightly - the remaining power was still so sharp, it was obvious that it came from his father's hands.

The deformed young man looked at his fourteen fingers. The claws on his fingertips were all bent and broken. Two of them were obviously just broken and regenerated.

The damp gravel between the cracks in the claw blades was mixed with broken bone fragments.

These should be grayish-white bone fragments, but in Sebastian's eyes they appeared blackened from high heat, like boiling charcoal that had completely lost its energy.

Although when his father borrowed his body, Sebastian's consciousness would fall into a state of almost deep sleep.

But occasionally he could also receive some incomplete information, like a dream.

The graceful figure with snakes all over the body, the feeling of fingertips piercing into the skull, the extreme crispness of the wild transformation of flesh and blood...

The last thing Sebastian dreamed about was an endless stream of lion-headed, human-shaped sand soldiers rushing towards him and his father.

But even though his understanding and perception of the world were intermittent, it did not prevent him from recognizing the identity of the dancing figure in the sky at a glance.

At this moment and in this place, the only dancer who could have such a surging heart rhythm could be Aunt Mary.

"Aunt Mary's dancing style is... quite special."

The dual lack of artistic talent and empathy is probably a physiological defect inherited from the Watson family - neither he nor his father has the ability to appreciate the beauty of painting and music.

However, thanks to the blood of chaos flowing continuously between his body and spirit, he can often sense information through vision and smell that mortals cannot perceive.

Joy is a light sweetness, love is a strong greasy feeling, and beauty is a moment of saltiness and sweetness...

Pain is unbearable sourness, anger is burning hot, despair is unbearable bitterness...

Although he has no way to empathize with the hearts of mortals, Sebastian can feel the hearts of thousands of people through his cup tongue and moth eyes.

At this moment, under the influence of the drum of the heart, he could also intuitively feel the generosity and passion of the dance of the sky.

The dancing shadow of the black sun passed across the earth, and seemed to simultaneously paint a solemn and murderous picture in his eyes.

Bright red blood, pale ground, twisted giant snakes and skinless soldiers launched an offensive, and the huge lion tried its best to spew out anger to resist this ultimate enemy.

Every time the giant snake army launched an attack, his cup eyes would expand and open.

Every time the Lions defended stoutly, his heart would beat violently. Hiss - it was so painful, itchy and uncomfortable!

Before Sebastian could further feel the rhythm of Aunt Mary's dance.

Suddenly, the sky changed and the endlessly dancing black sun suddenly stopped.

The human figure symbolizing Aunt Mary was still maintaining a kind of kneeling dance posture, but she never stood up again - it seemed that she was under such tremendous pressure that she couldn't even stand up.

In just a brief moment, which lasted only a blink of an eye for a mortal, Sebastian witnessed with his own eyes that the black sun in the sky was constantly changing its shapes.

First there was a graceful human figure with well-proportioned flesh and bones, but suddenly, countless long and thick hairs the size of fingers extended from the surface of that graceful figure.

These twisted and disgusting long hairs began to twist their bodies wildly after breaking out of the body, as if they were continuing Aunt Mary's unfinished dance.

Before Sebastian could see the fineness of the hairs clearly, the hairy black sun changed again.

The change this time was the most significant. The kneeling legs suddenly merged into a python's tail. The twisted lower half of the tail pulled the graceful upper half of the body upright, and the furry snake girl danced wildly.

Even Sebastian, who was born with a cup face, found it hard to watch this scene - who on earth is Si Chen with a twisted aesthetic who loves such a dance? ? ?

The next moment, the snake girl's dancing shadow changed again, and a pair of tattered little wings stretched out behind her petite head. The afterglow of the scarlet sunset could vaguely illuminate the mottled shadows through the scars on the wings.

"What an ugly bun! This Si Chen's taste is getting weirder and weirder..." Sebastian said in his heart.

Then the ugly dancing shadow suddenly jumped up!

With this jump, Aunt Mary jumped directly out of the range of the scarlet sunset, and the desert regained its faint blood-red color!
But she was still rising! She was still climbing!
It seemed to rise directly to the top of the dome, and the head hit the ceiling of the world. The dull bang made the sky and the earth tremble!
"Hiss, it sounds like it must be painful... Aunt Mary must be able to see golden stars now." Sebastian speculated.

Aunt Mary is falling even faster than she is rising!

As she fell heavily, the twisted snake tail suddenly stretched out straight, like a huge sword falling from the sky!

It fell right on the top of the only surviving broken blade-like hill in the desert of the Shadowless Kings.

However, the only remaining hill had already been shattered in the previous vigorous dance, and now only the sword-like stone pillars that were hidden inside the hill remained.

There was a crisp ding sound!
The falling snake's tail collided fiercely with the upright stone pillar, and the shock wave was so strong that ripples visible to the naked eye appeared in the air.

The crisp crackling sounds continued, and the hard rocks that made up the mountain seemed to be hit repeatedly by an invisible hammer!

The sharp stone pillars piercing the sky gradually crumbled and disintegrated.

Huge pieces of broken rock fell heavily to the ground, like stone pillars crying in pain and shedding heavy and turbid tears.

Wailing, pain, and wailing, like a broken and sharp blade crying, like a sharp weapon covered with dust and rust crying.

The dazzling edge burst out from the crumbling and shattered stone pillars, like countless lightsabers piercing out!
The light was so sharp that it seemed able to cut through the scarlet sky and shred the dark yellow earth!

The shining edge came from a long-dusty fragment inside the stone pillar.

A fragment with a sword-like sharp edge still retained on the side edge, a fragment of a sword blade!

(End of this chapter)