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It will take twenty-seven seconds before the entrance to the royal tomb is fully opened.

The ancient lion, wrapped in furious flames, suddenly fell to the foot of Shanxin Mountain like a blazing cannonball. It suddenly stirred up clouds of dust and made even the mountain tremble.

Dai Qisi looked up at the mountain peak and rose into the air with all four feet on the ground.

In just three seconds, she would be able to completely step onto the ground at the top of the Mountain of Goodness, swing out a blazing claw that rents the air, and tear the despicable mothman who dared to tease her into countless pieces.

But Dai Qisi, who had just run up the mountainside, looked up and saw the Mothman carrying a thick iron pipe on his shoulders. The iron pipe sprayed out a blunt-tipped large-caliber cannonball, which flew towards her at high speed.

However, this so-called 'speed' is only relative to ordinary people.

From the perspective of Daisy's golden eyes, the flying speed of that blunt cannonball was too slow, even slower than the field heavy artillery shells carried by the British army she had just destroyed!

For the ancient lion with its extremely keen senses, this cannonball with an instantaneous speed of three hundred feet per second was as slow as a buzzing and annoying fly.

She could easily intercept and tear the shell apart by gently raising her claw blade and swiping it forward casually.

"Even though two thousand years have passed, mortals are still just mortals."

"Even though I have been gifted by the Goddess of Forging, I am already weak and incompetent, and the weapons I created are even more vulnerable... It really disappoints me."

Dai Qisi thought so, and when she swooped forward and was unable to dodge, she casually waved her right claw. Four slender claw blades as sharp as knives stabbed out from between the flesh pads, slashing at the oncoming blunt opponent. Head cannonball.

Boom——An expected explosion sounded, but such a slight roar was as insignificant to the ancient lion as the sound of mosquitoes and flies.

Dai Qisi once came into contact with the real thunder of the heart during the war between the Shadowless Empire and the Kingdom of Macedonia. The terrifying thunderous roar that could shake the soul is still fresh in her memory.

However, the next moment, she unexpectedly felt the long-lost pain. The claw blade cutting the blunt cannonball suddenly came into contact with an unusually hot metal jet.

That slender, needle-like metal jet is even several times hotter than the magma on the surface!

Even the fiery ancient lion could not withstand such a terrifying temperature!

Dai Qisi's sharp claws, which had been tempered for thousands of times, had already succumbed to the extremely terrifying high temperature. They melted into burnt black viscous bone fluid in an instant, and the bone-burning pain surged towards her.

A look of pain flashed across the golden lion's eyes.

Dai Qisi stopped and looked at her half-melted claw blades infatuatedly. The ultra-high-temperature metal jet that burst out from the front of the blunt cannonball not only melted three of her claw blades, but also It splashed into the center of the palm, corroding away the steel-hard flesh pads, and the golden lion bones could be clearly seen between the melted bronze flesh.

The flesh and blood near the wound has been stained with a layer of turbid black color. Even though the power contained in it cannot rebel against the flesh and blood of the ancient lion, it can effectively slow down the healing speed of the flesh and blood.

The black flesh was crawling tenaciously, but it could not heal the wound quickly.

The moth bone fragments mixed in the ultra-high-temperature metal jet seem to contain profound power as old as the ancient war lion cast by the Golden General himself, or even far older than her.

Even though the molten flesh and blood struggled hard, it was unable to defeat the extremely small amount of moth bone fragments in a short period of time, allowing the injured flesh and blood to heal quickly.

But facing such a long-lost trauma, the ancient lion's face burst into a warm smile.

"Two thousand years... I haven't suffered such irritating pain in two thousand years!"

"The hurt feeling is so hot! The pain signal is so hot!"

"The desire to fight that has not boiled over for two thousand years...is finally burning again!!!"

"Weapons can only become more powerful after being constantly reforged." Dai Qisi suddenly raised her head and looked at the moth shadow that had disappeared on the edge of the mountain. The golden lion's eyes were already burning with fire. Fighting spirit.

"Moth, you are indeed the test set by the general for me!"

"The pain you inflict is the perfect flame that can make me stronger and tougher!"

Dai Qisi's heart was beating eagerly with excitement, and the sound of the violent heartbeat, which was already like the beating of a war drum, became louder and louder!

Drought thunder seemed to explode in Shanxin Mountain, and the rumbling heart rate was enough to frighten the mortals passing by.

Dai Qisi suddenly raised her head and burst into a furious roar that resounded throughout the sky. Her anger, her fighting spirit, and her heat spurted out from every pore on her body.

Lengji Mountain seemed to have an incredible resonance with this furious ancient lion, and the land on the top of Shanxin Mountain seemed to be trembling with Dai Qisi's thoughts.

The broken gravel fell, and cracks opened in the earth. The hot breath mixed with the smell of sulfur spurted out from the depths of the cracks in the earth. The steaming hot breath completely enveloped the top of Shanxin Mountain, like burning clouds falling in. Mountain top.

This dense cloud-like and mist-like smoke is hot enough to ignite the air. Every inch of air on the top of Shanxin Mountain is hot enough to burn, and the hot steaming breath is eagerly searching for any combustible materials.

The shivering insects and rats hidden among the rocks on the mountain burned to the ground, and the inexplicable flames instantly cooked these low-level creatures who innocently stepped into the battlefield.

On the top of the mountain, the clothes of two humans also burst into flames, and the scarlet flames attacked the two flesh and blood bodies as if they had self-awareness.

But even though they tried their best to lick the two flesh and blood bodies, they were still unable to cause any effective injuries.

The newly charred skin had already peeled off in the next moment. The fire could not spread to the deeper flesh and blood, and it could not hinder the movement of the two flesh and blood fuels at all.

But this wasn't even Dai Qisi's attack, it was just the aftermath of her excited roar.

The blazing flames as scarlet as blood have condensed and formed on the barbed lion's tongue.

At the moment when the cloud-like mist-like steaming breath completely enveloped the mountaintop of Shanxin, flames so violent and fiery that they could melt solid rock erupted from the ancient lion's mouth, and a pillar of flames as thick as a man's waist headed straight towards the mountaintop. Attacked above.

There was a loud explosion, and the terrifying explosion shot straight into the sky.

Like a sword blade piercing the sky, half of the mountaintops of Shanxin were melted by the furious blow of the ancient lion, just like half of a sharp sword shattered in a furnace.

However, this mighty blow did not prevent the two moths on top from continuing to open the royal tomb.

Those two wild and chaotic heartbeats still echoed in Dai Qisi's heart.

Just when she was about to adjust her angle, she continued to spray out a second fiery breath, completely shattering the mountaintop of Shanxin.

The figure of the mothman appeared on the edge of the missing half of the mountain. He held a broken and worn-out flintlock gun, pointed it at her head, and slowly pulled the trigger.