Chapter 391: Fire the Gun, Hunt the Lion!

The fiery breath of the ancient lion ignited the colorful oil mist on the top of the Kindness Mountain, and the sticky, gelatinous scarlet flames had attached to Watson's current body.

The body of the adopted son Sebastian was like wearing flame-condensed armor. The remaining weakly cupped skin burst into crackling grease frying sounds under the blood flames, and the tempting meat fragrance rose.

Under the roasted and crispy skin, there was still pink and sweet fragrant flesh and blood. The boy seemed to have turned into a carefully cooked half-cooked barbecue, which was charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

But under the appearance of this delicious barbecue, there was a cold and ruthless bloodthirsty soul.

Watson ignored the blood flames licking around his body. Every time an inch of skin was carbonized in the flames, a new pink skin would grow out of the flesh and blood, throwing away the useless skin on the surface that had been completely charred.

This endless burning pain was as harmless to him as a tickle.

The charred body in the flames was as steady as a steel gun stuck in the ground, and it remained motionless despite the flames.

Watson had closed his eyes, but the terrible heartbeat that roared like a war engine at the foot of the mountain was clearly presented in his mind.

Compared with the simple light perception, at this moment, a three-dimensional map covering half of the Kindness Mountain has been constructed in the depths of his mind. The rocks on the mountain are composed of light gray lines, and the energy and matter swirling above the mountain are a blurry purple light ball. The female dancer suspended in the center of the sandstorm tornado is already purple and black.

Only the huge lion on the hillside, the lines that constitute its shape are vibrating blood-red cuneiform characters, and the characters sway like a blazing flame.

In the center of the line lion model composed of blood-flame-colored covenant-shaped characters, a giant heart that is even larger than a human head is beating at an extremely high heart rate of 49 times per second. Each beat can pump out hot energy that shakes the air and creates ripples.

At this moment, the hot energy in the ancient lion's body has gathered in a deformed organ in the throat.

The tumor-like organ hides even more ancient and twisted covenant-shaped characters, like little people waving iron hammers, like swords slashing at each other, and more like beasts gnawing at food in the land... There is no specific image at all, and it seems that the specific shape is changing every moment.

When the flames pumped by the huge heart rushed into the tumor organ in the throat of the ancient lion, the changing characters inside the tumor organ processed the flames in tacit and orderly manner like a long-awaited craftsman.

Waving the hammer makes the flames more condensed, the swords make the flames sharper, and the beast teeth make the flames more ferocious.

This originally unreal flame, under the forging and processing of the throat tumor organ, has burst out with violent and fierce blazing heat, like an extremely small star, with terrifying power that can shatter the mountain in the shining spots!

"If the enemy wants to attack, I must attack first!"

The blazing Watson suddenly leaned out from the edge of the collapsed half corner of the mountaintop, took out the ancient lion hunting gun that was also blazing but trembling with excitement, and pulled the trigger at the ancient lion that was accumulating heat energy on the mountainside.

The boy's fingertips grasped the sharp hooked trigger fiercely, and the dark and rotten dirty blood spurted out and flowed on this thirsty ancient lion hunting gun. The blood was all swallowed by the cracked solid wooden buttstock.

This old and dilapidated thick-barreled flintlock gun seemed to be glowing with the new brilliance when it was first cast because of drinking this blood.

"No, now I shine brighter and more powerful than when I was cast in the past!"

"Compared to the year when I first came out of the furnace, I am now scarred, but because of the blessing of the two blades, the last rage of my life, the destructive power contained in it will surely penetrate the skull of any lion!!!"

The unformed consciousness of the ancient hunting lion spear roared so eagerly.

Boom——

A dull and hoarse roar burst out from the depths of the gun barrel as thick as a baby's arm.

But rather than the explosion of gunpowder, this gunshot is faintly revealed by the desolate and tragic meaning of the hero's twilight years.

It's like an old and dying soldier tremblingly threw away his crutches, staggering and raising his head to the sky to roar out the unyielding old roar!

The ancient hunting lion spear exploded with a raging flame, and the violent debris burst into bloody light and heat. The brutal bone fragments and bullets taken from the loser roared out of the chest, destroying, destroying, destroying.

When this last bullet roared out of the barrel, the ancient Lion Hunting Gun finally completed its final mission.

The metal barrel mixed with black crystals shattered and disintegrated, and the dull metal fragments mixed with scarlet residual flames slowly floated into the sky, flew into the swirling sandstorm, and escaped into the eternal resting place where the kings of the Shadowless Empire were buried.

The unremarkable solid wood buttstock shrank and dried up like a dead tree, and was easily baked to charcoal by the bloody flames attached to the gun body. The burning cracks spread from the broken barrel to the dead wood buttstock. The lifeless wooden buttstock shattered in the wind and was also swept into the sandstorm, floating into the sky and escaping into the virtual vortex.

Only the buttstock at the end was still struggling to survive, and only the palm-sized fragments were engraved with the mark of the Broken Multi-Winged One. The unformed consciousness of the ancient Lion Hunting Gun curled up in it, and swore to die and insisted on witnessing the death of the ancient lion blood splattered on the spot.

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As the most powerful lion weapon in the awakening world, Dai Qisi's golden lion eyes can reshape the shape of the lens at will, and can see the edge of the horizon as far as the horizon.

Thanks to the experimental casting technology before the general ascended, her eyesight was so sharp that she could even see the sound waves in the air.

In Dai Qisi's golden lion eyes, she could clearly see the male moth man with flames all over his body suddenly appearing on the edge of the broken mountain.

The other party's eyelids had been burned in the flames, but his eyes were still bright. The left eye was full of pain and struggle, and the right eye emitted madness and ruthlessness that was as solid as substance!

She could also clearly see a thorny sound wave ripple symbolizing a piercing scream bursting out from the firing chamber at the end of the flintlock in the moth man's hand!

Before the thick black smoke sprayed out from the muzzle, the bullet inside had already rushed out of the barrel with a roar, and rushed towards her suddenly.

But the Ancient Lion had already become alert when she saw the burning Mothman take out the dilapidated thick-barreled flintlock.

It was because she saw the broken multi-winged symbol engraved on the end of the buttstock!

In the ancient times when Daqisi was still free, the mortals in the awakening world had not yet been blessed by the Queen of Casting, and had not yet developed fiery weapons such as guns.

But the multi-winged symbol already existed in the world, and the multi-winged at that time were just wandering beasts obsessed with heroic spirit.

Since the lonely and proud blazing sun was betrayed and shattered, the multi-winged tribe has worshipped the new blade Si Chen who was split into pain, destruction and hatred.

The multi-winged, who were originally only keen on judging the cowardice or bravery of the dead, were also infected with the destruction and madness of the blade Si Chen because of serving the wolf master.

Since the lonely and proud flame was betrayed and shattered, weapons engraved with the multi-winged mark have symbolized the incurable destructive power.

In history, weapons of this kind that contain destructive power are mostly used to deal with a certain type of invulnerable warriors who become more courageous as they fight, that is, the blade-faced warriors of their Golden General lineage.

Although Dai Qi Si has been imprisoned in this land for two thousand years, she has never stopped collecting information from the outside world, and naturally knows the existence of the famous Lion Hunting Spear in the secret world.

Moreover, the heterogeneous projectiles that shot out from the broken barrel of the Burning Mothman are not just the nickel-iron projectiles used by the conventional Lion Hunting Spear, but deformed projectiles mixed with various mottled powers!

In the vision of Dai Qi Si's golden lion eyes, the round and black projectile had already changed into another deformed and twisted form the moment it rushed out of the barrel!