Chapter 382: Ant Hole Collapse

The clanking gold and iron made a crisp sound.

The needle-like mouthparts hit the bronze lion's head, but it was unable to penetrate the ancient lion's skin at all.

After leaving only a slight white mark, the ugly moth's mouthparts snapped open.

"Lord Lion, please relax a bit." The Ugly Moth looked at its sharp mouthparts that had broken into two sections and said helplessly:

"Your skin is too hard. If you keep it so tight, I can't complete the art of forgetting... You don't want to do it like last time, where we tried all night and barely succeeded, right? "

While muttering the ancient Semitic language, the Ugly Moth stretched out its slender tentacles to pick up the broken needle and put it back into its mouth.

A bright and coquettish light as bright as blood flashed between the two broken needles, and the sharp mouthparts like injection needles returned to their original state.

"Although I can consume the power of my heart to repair broken limbs, my heart power is not an endless spring... I am not like you, Mr. Lion, who possesses nearly eternal and endless power. The mind is as weak as a shriveled fruit.”

The ancient lion moved its eyes slightly, and its golden eyes seemed to flow in a sea of ​​flesh and blood, slowly moving up to the top of its head, so that its gaze could reach all over the sky.

The single eye that rose to the top of his head was staring at the moth who was chattering nonsense, and his eyes were shining with a light as hot and dangerous as magma.

"Don't try to make other tricks, moth." The ancient lion warned: "I will always keep an eye on you."

"Of course, my dear Lord Lion, how dare I have any other thoughts under your gaze." The Ugly Moth said with a sneer:

The ancient lion's thick bronze skin finally relaxed, and a fiery aura like the edge of an active volcano emerged from his body. The steaming heat seemed to melt blood, flesh, and bones.

The smooth skin on the top of the head without hair has ripples of flesh and blood, just like the breeze blowing across the surface of the lake, creating ripples, exposing the face deep in the lake bottom.

The skin, flesh, and bones follow the forger's shaping intentions, slowly moving around, opening an extremely tiny hole at the top of the skull, and spitting out hot breath visible to the naked eye, who will try to pry into it. The mysterious ugly moth inside burned out large burn marks.

The petite black and withered moth's head was immediately covered with dense burns and blisters, but these injuries, which were not serious at all, were left behind in an instant.

The ugly alien moth concentrated with great concentration and controlled its sharp mouthparts to slowly penetrate the appropriately sized hole on the top of the ancient lion's skull.

Terrifying heat has been continuously spurting out from the ancient lion's skull, and the hard and indestructible sharp needle seems to be twisted and melted by this surging heat.

Every millimeter that goes deeper requires you to face the increasingly turbulent and violent heat, and every moment you need to abandon the sweeping heat to prevent the sharp mouthparts from melting into the skull of the ancient lion.

But even so, the tip of the needle-mouthed device is inevitably twisted and twisted, as if it has transformed into a small snake as slender as a hair.

The small black snake slithered through the narrow passage in the brain specially opened by the ancient lion, avoiding the boiling brain tissue that was as hot as magma, and finally reached the end after twists and turns.

The brain tissue at the end point is entwined with ancient and bright golden light. The golden light flows like sparkling waves, and ancient ritual words are hidden in the faintly visible light.

It is the text of the most secret ritual hidden in the deepest part of the far-reaching desert. According to legend, it is the innate language of the ant mother who holds seven titles.

This is the tomb-keeping prohibition left by the impeccable Golden General in the mind of the ancient lion. Even though his words have passed two thousand years, they still contain divine and unpredictable power.

But who would have thought that today, two thousand years later, there would be an ignorant moth that would dare to challenge the authority of the God of Resistance and try to challenge the great power left by the God!

But what is even more unexpected is that this moth actually completed the incredible act of forgetting the words of God Zhuan!

The dark snake, as slender as hair, carefully avoided the pieces of hot brain tissue and cautiously approached the forbidden text left by the golden general.

Although the thin snake has no eyes, the words written by the ant mother contain magic that can pierce people's hearts. The twisted and snake-like words are clearly reflected in the eyes of the ugly alien moth, and are also clearly displayed in the eyes of ordinary people. The blood in the boy's right eye was directly reflected in the skull of John Watson, who was three thousand miles away.

He only felt that there seemed to be a strange sound like the hissing of a snake in his head, and dazzling mysterious runes broke into his brain. It seemed that there were countless newborn snakes wandering around in his brain, twisting and dancing. The thin snake seems to be trying to open up intricate nests in the brain, and seems to be trying to dismantle the gap between the brain and the skull so that the brain can leave the skull and the skull can disintegrate into pieces.

However, this seemed to be just his sudden hallucination. In the next moment, he had put this strange thought behind him, shook his head and continued to talk in detail about the history of literature and art with the knowledgeable Miss Moran.

The ugly moth crawling on the top of the ancient lion's head slightly vibrated its skin and penetrated its wings, directly fanning it into blazing waves. The air waves were mixed with little sparks, like the sparks splashed by iron hammer hitting iron felt.

But the figure of the ugly alien moth was not affected by the heat wave at all. It was still as steady as if it were deeply rooted in the skull of the ancient lion. It was still concentrating on controlling the sharp mouthparts that penetrated deeply into the skull of the ancient lion.

The twisted tentacles extending from the tip of the needle mouth were now slowly wandering around the brain tissue protected by the golden forbidden runes. One by one, the mysterious and obscure twisted runes were reflected in the ugly moth's skull. Although the true meaning contained in them could not be analyzed, analysis was not the goal of its trip.

After the tentacles looked around, they finally found the incomplete mysterious rune, which was the half of the word that it had discarded when it performed the art of forgetting for the ancient lion last time.

The forbidden law of guarding the tomb left by the Golden General was actually just a simple sentence at that time, but the words of the gods also contained unimaginable terrifying power, and a few words were enough to affect the operation of the world.

A light-hearted order to guard the tomb two thousand years ago, when it fell into the ears of the ancient lion, it directly evolved into a forbidden law that could not be violated.

A difficult-to-break imprisonment ritual.

A heavy shackle that restricts free movement.

An insurmountable wall standing in the heart of the ancient lion, the wall piled on the flesh and imprisoned the mind.

Until this moment, a moth that shouldn't be here appeared, performing a strange forgetfulness technique beyond conventional cognition, drilling a tiny hole like an ant hole in this forbidden wall with a history of two thousand years.

But no matter how small the ant hole is, it has the potential to collapse a thousand miles long!

The needle-like mouth suddenly pierced the forbidden rune that had already collapsed, and the twisted and dancing tip hit the burning mysterious rune, and suddenly some kind of fierce mystical reaction burst out.

Blazing light and heat burst out in the ancient lion's skull, and unbearable torture and pain quickly surged into the heart. The tip of the ugly moth's mouth directly shattered and disintegrated into a wisp of dirty smoke.

The turbid smoke filled the forbidden runes, but it condensed and did not disperse, and in an instant it turned into a dark shadow like a dark ink.

The shadow was as dark as pure darkness, and it immediately spread to the remaining parts of the broken rune. The dark color devoured the light and heat mercilessly, and the terrifying hot light and heat flowed into the ugly moth like magma.

The fanatical high temperature that was enough to burn all the ordinary iron in the world seemed to completely ignite the ugly moth. Its withered and dark moth body once again ignited a strong blood-red light, and the surrounding air twisted and fled in fear.

This scorching temperature suddenly burst out from every pore, like a small star lighting up in the night sky, burning all the broken bones and corpses at the door of Heber Manor.

Watson stood naked in the center of the large pit where the residual flames remained, looking at the charred corpses around him, revealing a playful smile as if he had found something new and interesting.