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The fiery breath of the ancient lion ignited the different-colored oil mist on the top of Shanxin Mountain, and the sticky, gelatinous scarlet flame has attached itself to Watson's current body.

The body of Sebastian, the adopted son, seemed to be wearing a flame-condensed armor. The remaining faint cup-shaped skin made a crackling sound of grease as it was roasted by the blood flames, and even more so, a tantalizing aroma of meat rose up.

Under the roasted and crispy skin, there is still pink and sweet fragrant meat hidden. At this moment, the boy seems to be transformed into a carefully cooked five-mature barbecue, charred on the outside but tender on the inside.

But beneath the exterior of this delicious roasted carcass lies a ruthless and bloodthirsty soul.

Watson ignored the blood flames licking around him. Every inch of his skin was carbonized in the flames, and new pink skin would grow out from between the flesh and blood, replacing the useless layer of skin that had been completely charred. .

This endless burning pain was as harmless to him as scratching an itch.

The charred body in the flames has become as stable as a steel gun stuck on the ground, remaining unmoved even as the flames lick it endlessly.

Watson had closed his eyes, but the terrifying heartbeat roaring like a war engine at the foot of the mountain was clearly present in his mind.

Compared with simple light vision, at this moment, he has constructed a three-dimensional map covering half of Shanxin Mountain 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 top are a blur. The purple light group, the female dancer suspended in the center of the sand and dust tornado storm, has turned purple to black.

Only the huge lion on the mountainside, the lines that make up its shape are vibrating blood-red cuneiform characters, and the characters are swaying like blazing flames.

In the center of the linear lion-shaped model composed of blood-flame contract-shaped characters, a giant heart that is larger than a human head is beating at a very high heart rate of forty-nine times per second, with each beat. It can pump out fiery energy that vibrates and ripples in the air.

At this moment, the fiery energy in the ancient lion's body has gathered in a malformed organ between the throat.

The tumor-shaped organ hides even more ancient and twisted inscriptions, like little men wielding iron hammers, like swords slashing at each other, and even more like beasts gnawing at the earth. The food... can't see any specific image at all, it seems to be changing its specific shape every moment.

And when the flames pumped by the huge heart poured into the tumor organ of the ancient lion's throat, the transformed words inside the tumor organ were like craftsmen who had been waiting for a long time, processing the flames in a tacit and neat manner.

Waving the hammer makes the flames more condensed, fighting with swords makes the flames sharper, and gnawing with animal teeth makes the flames more ferocious.

Under the tempering and processing of the throat tumor organ, this originally illusory flame has burst out with violent and fierce blazing light and heat. It is like an extremely small and tiny star. The shining light spots are pregnant with terrifying power that can shatter the mountain!

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

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

The young man's fingertips firmly grasped the sharp-barbed trigger, and dark, rotten blood spurted out, flowing on the thirsty ancient lion hunting gun. The blood was all cracked into the solid wood stock of the gun. Devour.

This old and dilapidated thick-barreled flintlock gun seemed to have taken on the new glory it had when it was first cast because of drinking this blood.

"No, mine is far more shining and powerful now than when it was made in the past!"

"Compared to the time when I first emerged from the forge, I am scarred now, but thanks to the blessings of the two Blade Masters, the destructive power contained in my last rage in my life will be able to penetrate anything. A lion's skull!"

roared the unformed consciousness of the remnants of the ancient lion-hunting spear so fervently.

boom--

A dull and hoarse roar erupted from the depths of the barrel of the gun, which was as thick as a baby's arm.

But instead of saying it was the explosion of gunpowder, the sound of the gunshot faintly conveyed the desolate and tragic meaning of the hero's twilight years.

It was as if an old and remnant soldier had thrown away his crutches in a trembling manner, staggering but raising his head to the sky and roaring like an unyielding old man!

Furious flames exploded in the ancient lion hunting gun, violent debris burst into bloody light and heat, and ruthless bone fragment projectiles taken from the loser roared out of the chest, destroying, destroying, destroying.

When the last projectile roared out of the gun chamber, the ancient lion hunting gun finally completed its final mission.

The metal gun barrel mixed with shiny black crystals shattered and disintegrated. The tarnished metal fragments mixed with scarlet flames slowly floated up into the sky, flew into the wildly swirling sand and dust tornado, and escaped into the shadowless body buried there. The eternal resting place of the empire's kings.

The unattractive solid wood stock was shrunk and as dry as dead wood. It was easily baked into a coke-like state by the bloody flames attached to the gun body. The burning cracks spread from the broken barrel to the dead wood stock, and the lifeless wooden stock was destroyed. It shattered in the wind and was also involved in the sand and dust tornado storm, floating into the sky and escaping into the virtual whirlpool.

Only the end of the gun butt is still struggling to survive, and only the remaining palm-sized fragments are engraved with the mark of the Shattered Many-Winged One. The unformed consciousness of the ancient lion hunting gun is curled up in it, insisting on witnessing the ancient lion hunting weapon even to death. The lion died on the spot with blood splattered on it.

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As the most powerful lion weapon in the waking 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 away as possible.

Thanks to the experimental casting technology used by the General before his ascension, her vision was so keen that she could even see the sound ripples in the air.

In the vision of Dai Qisi's golden lion eyes, she could clearly see the male mothman whose body was ignited with flames suddenly appearing on the edge of the incomplete mountain peak.

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

She could even clearly see a thorny sound wave symbolizing a harsh scream erupting from the launch chamber at the end of the flintlock in the Mothman's hand!

Before the thick black ink-like turbid smoke erupted from the muzzle, the projectiles inside had already roared out of the gun chamber and rushed towards her.

But when the ancient lion saw the burning Mothman taking out the broken thick-barreled flintlock gun, he was immediately alert.

Just because she saw the symbol of the Shattered Many-Winged One engraved on the end of the gun butt!

In the ancient times when Dai Qisi was still free, the mortals in the waking world had not received the blessing of the Queen of Forging, and had not yet developed fiery weapons such as firearms.

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

Since the aloof Lieyang was betrayed and shattered, the Many-Winged tribe has worshiped under the sect of Sichen, the new blade who was shattered into only pain, destruction and hatred.

The multi-winged ones who were originally only keen on judging the cowardice or bravery of the dead were also contaminated by the destruction and madness of the Blade Sichen because of their service to the Wolf Lord.

Since the Lonely Flame was betrayed and shattered into pieces, weapons engraved with the mark of the Winged One have symbolized the incurable power of destruction.

This kind of weapon containing the power of destruction was mostly used in history to deal with a certain type of invulnerable warriors who had the characteristics of becoming more courageous in battle, that is, the Blade Masters of their golden general lineage.

Although Dai Qisi has been imprisoned in this land for two thousand years, she has never stopped collecting information from the outside world. Naturally, she knows the existence of the famous lion hunting gun in the hidden world.

What's more, the heterogeneous projectiles shot out from the broken barrel of the burning mothman are not just the nickel-iron projectiles used in conventional lion hunting guns, but deformed projectiles mixed with various mottled powers!

In the vision of Dai Qisi's golden lion eyes, the round and dark projectile had changed into another deformed and twisted form the moment it rushed out of the gun barrel!