Chapter 404 Delay Curse

Wait, is that really a lady?

Or a man?

How many snakes were wrapped around the other person? What kind of snakes were they?

The harder Mary tried to recall, the more vague her memories became. In the end, she couldn't even remember whether she really saw a human figure coming out of the vortex in the void at that time?

Or was it just a snake? A lion? A wolf?

Mary couldn't remember the specific scene... She even began to doubt whether it was just an illusion before she fell into a coma.

She even put this scene that should not have been missed behind her in a few seconds, and began to search for the reason why she was injured and lost her moth phase in her mind.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard Mary racked her brains, she found nothing. She just remembered that she gradually rose to the sky at the last moment before she lost consciousness.

The blazing lion was rushing towards the Kindness Mountain, and the blazing blood red was deeply engraved in her mind.

Mr. Watson, on the other hand, slowly carried the weapon box and walked towards the edge of the mountain.

"From Mr. Watson's confident look at that time, he should have a secret weapon to deal with the Ancient Lion... Most likely a real lion hunting weapon."

"Then he must have successfully delayed the Ancient Lion... and we have successfully entered the tomb of the Shadowless Kings?"

"Is this desert in front of us the final resting place of the Shadowless Kings?"

Mary began to observe the desert in front of her carefully. Wherever she looked, there were all kinds of monster wreckage.

The huge human-shaped dry bones, like the Titans in mythology, had a ferocious head like a beast. The ribs alone were almost as thick as an adult's arm, and the bones were covered with broken bronze armor.

The lower half of the giant snake bones, which had sunk into the sand, seemed to be the frame exoskeleton of a pale white train, and could even directly serve as the keel of some medium-sized ships.

A twisted and deformed skeleton, like a flower, blooming with multiple arm bones, leg bones and skull bones, but these limbs are all connected to an abnormal pale flower stem bone, making it difficult to tell whether the skeleton was this horrifying appearance before death, or was only spliced ​​into this state after death.

And...

If these strange skeletons on the ground were exposed to the waking world, they would definitely overturn the "Origin of Species" that shocked the entire academic and religious circles twenty years ago, and overturn the so-called biological selection evolution theory.

The natural environment is only an extremely subtle factor that affects the process of biological evolution.

What really determines the birth and death, reproduction and extinction of species... are the gods hidden under the curtain of history.

Mary tightened the cloak hanging on her body. This cloak, which came from nowhere, was full of wrinkles that were difficult to smooth out, like the wrinkles of old age, but it seemed unusually tough and thick, and felt smooth like the delicate skin of a virgin.

She looked around but couldn't find any trace of Watson, and there was not even a footprint left on the sand.

"This cloak should be left by Watson for me."

"According to the contract, Watson should do his best to protect my safety... but where is he now?"

Mary tapped her toes lightly, and her heart quietly sent out a subtle wave that was transmitted to the earth and shot in all directions.

Soon, an irrational heartbeat rhythm that was sometimes slow, sometimes fast, and sometimes stopped was reflected in the range of the female dancer's heart perception.

Mary climbed over the small sand dune in front of her and saw the back of the person sitting cross-legged on the ground not far away.

Unlike her naked body, the back was wearing a dark, matte full-cover plate armor. Each thick armor plate was the size of a palm and slightly protruded. The round helmet was more like a custom-made one that fits the skull perfectly.

At first glance, it felt that the other party's armor was unusually fitted, as if it was cast by pouring hot molten iron directly on the owner of the back.

As the moth phase disappeared, Mary's five senses became dull, so she failed to notice that the slightly curved armor plates were actually rising and falling slightly with the breathing rhythm of the armor owner!

In the sand in front of the suspected back of Mr. Watson, there were one foot wide and several feet deep disintegration cracks, as if a giant beast was waving its claws at the earth, leaving the earth scarred.

The sand between the scars of the earth was mixed with a kind of bone-like paleness, as if some bones that had been broken into powder were mixed with yellow sand.

On this pile of yellow and white sand, there were still some dry bones that had not been completely broken. Judging from the remaining parts of the bones, they were far larger than the size of mortal bones.

The broken bones still glowed with a cold light, as if they were made of some pale metal. Even after two thousand years of wind and sand corrosion, they were still as tough as before, as new as weapons that had just been made.

Mary narrowed her eyes slightly. In her eyes, the yellow and white sand in front of Mr. Watson shone like crushed metal or gemstones.

The afterglow of the bloody sunset shone on the sand, as if shining on an irregular mirror, and reflected into her eyes like countless sharp knives.

Mary could even sense the heart power inside these broken bones that had not yet completely dissipated.

She thought to herself:

"Strange... Why are only these broken bones in front of Mr. Watson still weakly active, while the other scattered monster bones have completely lost their power?"

"Could it be that those are the mausoleum guards left behind by General Gold?"

"During the time I was unconscious, Mr. Watson had already eliminated all the guards guarding the royal tomb?"

Mary looked sideways at the figure who looked a little thin even though he was wearing armor. For some reason, an indescribable sense of stability and calm suddenly appeared deep in her heart.

It seems that as long as the trustworthy Mr. Watson is present, then all questions will not be asked... Wait, that's wrong! ! !

"Why do I suddenly trust Mr. Watson so much?"

"The relationship between me and him has always been a collaboration of mutual use. Why at this moment, I suddenly feel as if I am very familiar with Mr. Watson... It's as if we have experienced countless battles side by side. , the relationship has become so close that he knows everything and talks about everything, as if he is the person who knows him best in the world besides himself..."

Mary frowned slightly. She could tell that something was very wrong with her current mental state... Could it be that Mr. Watson took advantage of my coma and secretly used the secret of the heart to sneak into my mind and subtly tampered with my cognition? ! ! !

"Why do I always subconsciously call him Mr. Watson?!"

"Something is wrong, something must be wrong... Calm down, you must calm down!" Mary roared in her heart: "My goal is to seize the vacant seat of the Immortal! How can I be obsessed with these children?!"

"Could it be..." She suddenly thought of a possibility and murmured in her heart: "Could this be the so-called power of destined love???"

"W-Has John Watson really noticed the destined love between me and him?"

"But it is such a rare opportunity to use the secret technique of the heart to tamper with my thinking, and he only used it to implant a ray of emotion?! Instead of using it-"

"Is he such a simple person...or is it because of the non-injury constraint of the contract that he can only use this method to tactfully corrupt my heart?"

"Under the power of the contract, John Watson must do his best to assist me in completing the dance of destiny, and escort me safely back to London... So it means that the disappearance of my moth phase has nothing to do with John Watson?"

"After all, it's impossible for him to bypass the constraints of the contract and directly harm my body and mind."

"No matter what other intentions John Watson has, at least he is bound by the contract for now... he is probably trustworthy."

"As long as I can successfully complete the dance of destiny and usher in the fifth transformation...by then I will gain power beyond my sexual form, and even that ancient lion will be hard-pressed to match me at that time."

"In the face of an absolute disparity in power, even John Watson, who has mastered the secret technique of the strange moth, cannot make any difference - cough! cough cough cough!"

Mary, who was murmuring in her heart, suddenly felt an unusual itching in her throat. Her throat seemed to become narrow and tortuous in an instant. The air bumped in her throat and she could not move forward, as if she was being strangled by something invisible.

This weird itching feeling invaded the lungs in an instant, and the lobes of both lungs felt like burning flames.

Invisible fireworks collided wildly in the lungs. The lungs were like a burning wooden house, gradually falling apart under the crackling fire, and the walls fell off piece by piece. The guests who had finally passed through the rugged throat had not had time to stand firm. It flowed out along the crack in the wall.

"Ahem - what is this? Is it the remaining power of that ancient lion?!"

"Ahem! Ahem—no, ahem!"

Mary coughed violently and coughed up a mouthful of blood, "Cough-this, this is the curse of delayed breathing!"