Chapter 397 Broken Bones, Broken Bones

This ancient battlefield has been silent for more than two thousand years, or even longer.

Its tranquility was finally broken today.

A tiny column of flame burst out in the air less than a hundred feet above the ground, piercing straight into the desert below, which was like flesh and bones grinding into dust.

With a loud bang, this ancient battlefield that seemed to have been frozen in time for thousands of years was completely awakened.

The flame column, as thick as a mortal's fist, stirred up a piece of sand and dust. The diffuse sand and dust reflected the afterglow of the bloody sunset, and it seemed that this desert was splashing a ray of blood towards the sky.

When the blood-like sand and dust gradually calmed down, in the gradually thinning wind and sand, two hazy figures could be seen slowly standing up in the sand.

Watson stood up from the sand with difficulty.

Even though he had used the impact of the explosion to slow down the kinetic energy of his fall, this incredible method could only be accomplished by a secret disciple with amazing physique. For a weak mortal, it would only accelerate his death.

Even though he had already stretched out his limbs in a flat position in mid-air, just like the future wing suit flight, but after all, he was not wearing a gliding wing suit, and the speed of his fall was only slightly slowed down, which was better than nothing.

Even though he had changed his posture at the moment of landing to increase the force area, reduce the unit pressure, and use his back with bone spurs to withstand the first kinetic energy rebound of landing without a parachute.

Even so...

But even so, the boy's body could not directly withstand the kinetic energy of falling from a height of thousands of feet. The black and jagged bone spurs on his back were shattered! The gravel pierced his spine like tiny bullets!

The cracked vertebrae were filled with blood-stained gravel. It was hard to tell whether the gravel was blood-colored or stained with blood.

The spine was almost broken, and the blood-colored gravel almost pierced the nerves inside the spine, paralyzing the body's ability to move... This almost hurt the boy's foundation, making his lower body have to sit in a wheelchair to live.

But the possibility that is infinitely close to the possibility is infinitely close to the impossible for some terrorists favored by Si Chen!

Even if he fell from a height of thousands of feet, the boy who was born with the moth and cup phases was still not paralyzed and disabled. His spinal nerves were still struggling to transmit nerve signals.

Not to mention that the dark and sticky blood from his father's body had already climbed up the cracked vertebrae. These black liquids with incredible activity seemed to be able to replace the role of nerve bundles.

Falling from a height of thousands of feet, in less than half a quarter of an hour, Watson had already controlled the body of the young man and walked slowly out of the sand pit.

With every step he took, pieces of cracked skin like charcoal fell down.

When the charcoal-like skin fell down, the new skin exposed was pink and transparent, like a thin cicada wing, and the wriggling blood vessels and bright red texture underneath were clearly visible.

But even if Watson was continuously releasing the power of the moth, abandoning the injuries in his adopted son's body, forgetting the burning pain, and allowing the flesh and blood reborn by the power of the heart to rush up without fear of pain to drown the endless flames.

Even if the heart phase was about to be promoted to the fifth level, the vitality of the life that was protected in it could not completely extinguish the blazing flames of the ancient lion.

At that time, the steel suitcase that served as the first line of defense between Watson and the ancient lion had no way and possibility to completely resist the accumulated flames of the weapon of the strongest lion in the world.

The fiery breath of the ancient lion contained incomparable destructive power. The impeccable flame had penetrated the second line of defense of the skin and directly corroded deep into the boy's body.

The organs in his body cavity were entangled with an inextinguishable heat, and the flames burned fiercely, baking out a faint and tempting barbecue aroma.

This heat was like a curse of maggots attached to the bones, entangled in the boy's internal organs for a long time and refused to dissipate, just slowly and tenaciously baking these pink organs, and every breath could emit a thick meat smoke, with a hint of bright red in the smoke, making people dizzy and intoxicated, as if they could smell the aroma of warm wine.

Burning inside, for Watson/Sebastian at this moment, it was no longer an exaggerated adjective floating on the surface, but a real feeling of pain.

None of the boy's internal organs could escape the disaster, all covered with the difficult flames of the ancient lion.

The speed of flesh and blood regeneration could not catch up with the efficiency of burning and destruction. The boy's flesh and blood had become the best fuel for the scarlet flames of the ancient lion.

In the dark and lightless body cavity, the scarlet flames had burned a tiny part of each organ into dry charcoal, just like the pioneering march occupied the vanguard position, took root here and launched an attack on the remaining enemies.

Burn your flesh and blood, feed my flames, this is the ancient war lion's claim to be the most powerful lion-shaped weapon in the awakening world - their flames are like independent lives, they will autonomously find suitable food in the enemy's body to thrive, until these flames containing sharp blades burn the enemy to pieces!

The boy's bones have also been shattered. The flames of the ancient lion are not just simply hot, the scarlet flames are mixed with the secret art of breaking bones.

Now this body full of holes is like a tattered puppet, and it must rely on the blood and flesh left in the body by his father to support the barely moving.

But at the same time, Watson's strange blood and flesh, like liquid reptiles, were constantly crawling among the hideous cracks in his adopted son's bones.

The heat and sharpness remaining deep in the bone fractures seemed to be some kind of exotic delicacy mixed with terrible poison but extremely stimulating to these inky black flesh and blood.

They crawled in the cracks of the bones, and although they would endure the pain of being roasted by the flames and pierced by the sharpness, they could also glimpse the mystery of bone breaking from the bone fractures.

Watson also seemed to be able to appreciate the remaining parts of the 7749 methods of bone breaking.

"So that's it, it's like this and that..."

"It's like this and that, and it's like that and that..."

"Hehe, I understand, I understand..."

"Ahem——" Watson opened his mouth and sprayed a mixture of smoked lung slices and red burning blood,

"Everything that can't destroy me will make me stronger... It turns out that the secret is hidden in it."

"Crack, crack, crackle, crackle..."

The boy lowered his head, mumbling a creepy and weird tone in his throat, like a low and strange laugh, like a sad song, and even more like a fierce laugh!

The bones around him burst out with a clanging sound like the sound of swords and knives, and the thin and skinny muscles on the naked body rose and fell strangely.

The muscle membrane swelled and contracted, like a drum that beat itself without a hammer, but it didn't make any drumming sound, only some kind of muffled sound of bone knocking seemed to wander between the skin and flesh.

Watson smiled and raised his right arm towards the bloody sunset. His translucent arm was covered with several dark veins that snaked like snakes.

He bent his thumb to his heart, and put his four fingers together like a knife, and stabbed the boy's belly with his arm.

The body had been burned for a long time and was as dry as firewood. It was difficult to bleed even a trace of blood.