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Chapter 108 Half Bronze and Half Stone

Using my blood as a sacrifice? This is too unlucky.

I lifted the boots from Thoth's half-stretched head and pondered the changed inscription. The one in front was still "Sacrifice with your blood". Are you going to sacrifice your life for righteousness now?

At this time, Patrick was no longer at the altar. He turned his back to everyone and studied the headless stone statue. Kawaiisan muttered words and kept bowing to the stumps of the statue on the ground.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this gold alone is worth a lot of money, right?" A Hispanic's eyes shone. The Australian also recovered from the initial shock, and bent over to pick up the fragments of the statue with great joy.

"No, this is not gold, but bronze." Teacher Bai said.

Although the ancient Egyptians believed that the bodies of gods were made of gold, I have never seen a gold statue, and the surface of unoxidized bronze does appear golden.

I knelt down and weighed Thoth's big head, and I couldn't help but feel a little confused.

This was created at least three thousand years ago, but there is no trace of rust. Either someone wipes it from time to time, or there is no oxygen here. But there is no trace of human or life activities along the way, and we are still breathing.

There is only one possibility, that is, the speed of time here is different from that outside. This conjecture is even more outrageous than the first two.

I gently put Tot's head back on the ground.

"Are we treating things differently when we destroy them?" Arno asked puzzledly. He pointed me to the stone statue with a missing head behind the altar, and the broken bronze statue at its feet.

I'm also very puzzled, I have to go and see the altar first.

On the top of the twelve steps, the stone statue of the headless god sat on a golden throne. The steps were higher than my knees. At the end of the climb, I had to bend down hard to step up, bowing step by step. The altar is also quite high.

, almost reaching the chest of the statue, I stood on tiptoe to see the inscription written on the base.

It is indeed [sacrifice with my blood].

This is strange.

The headless stone statue behind the altar is made of granite excavated from Aswan. The quality is even better than that used in the pyramid. Even if you only look at the remaining body, its polishing skills are also at its peak.

The ancient Egyptians used stones to create a sense of eternity, but this statue was destroyed in one day. It took a lot of effort to make and destroy such stone statues. Why did people at that time do this?

Transience and eternity, order and chaos, nature and fabrication conflict and coexist on the headless statue in front of you.

The end of this granite colossus can be considered a good one. The bronze statues of gods scattered everywhere range from missing arms and legs to even more fragmented with no intact limbs to be found.

I picked up a heavy broken leg from the edge of the altar. After searching for a long time, I still couldn't pull out the rest of the corresponding parts from the wreckage everywhere. Although I couldn't figure out the original appearance of the statue, from this leg

Judging from the shape, the original bronze statue should be in a sitting position.

Before entering the temple from the holy lake, there are kneeling statues of gods and pharaohs on both sides of the shrine. Kneeling and sitting in such a posture will not last long for humans, but being made into a statue becomes eternity, as if waiting for something.

Even if the kneeling statue of the Pharaoh is justified, after all, the Pharaoh can kneel to the gods, but the statues are the incarnations of gods, why are they depicted in a kneeling position? Moreover, these statues have been dismembered.

The altars that appeared before all said "Your blood as a sacrifice", but after passing the stone wall with a banyan tree growing on it, the altar here said "My blood as a sacrifice". Could it be a metaphor?

The sacrifices are no longer to humans, but to gods?

So who will be the sacrifice this time?

Li Yuan walked up to the altar.

I knew that the sacrifice this time was different from the past, so I hurriedly stopped him: "Don't worry, I feel something is wrong. After we entered the temple, the things we encountered became more and more strange. Didn't you listen to what Patrick said? Before.

That stone wall is a death sacrifice, which means that a person should have died there at that time, and that person's body was the sacrifice that attracted the 'god'. Now that there is no dead person, who will the 'god' come to find?"

"God?" Li Yuanchao glanced at the remains of the bronze statue lying on the ground. "Didn't ancient Egypt emphasize that the integrity of the body is the key to resurrection? It seems that the gods are completely dead, so that's good."

According to the inscriptions carved in the pyramid during the Old Kingdom, the moon god Kongsu would prey on the gods attracted by the pharaoh's corpse, and the pharaoh would replace the eaten gods in the immortal class. Then perform a "death sacrifice" at that door

"And what kind of roles are the three people who are still alive?

Hassan had lost a lot of blood just now, and was now leaning against one of the pillars without the inscription with his arms raised. Although Laila had the least amount of blood, she was not as good as the two strong men, and she would never let one of them down.

The reason for the little girl to go again. Li Yuan looked pale but refused to show weakness. At this time, he had already sent himself to the altar.

Although I am extremely impatient and think that the inscription "Sacrifice with my blood" is very unlucky, I can only let him go now. After all, other people's blood cannot be used unless there is another person who is willing to stand up.

In front of the steps, Alex picked up the knife and walked up.

Buswell's expression changed, and Morgan had already run over to stop her.

"What are you going to do?"

Alex took out a notebook from his pocket, and his green eyes reflected the golden light in the room: "You knew from the beginning that mother came here for me."

Morgan froze for a moment. He did not deny it, but refused to let go. "She wouldn't want you to do this."

"I never wanted her to do that. Now, I want to find her back." After saying that, Alex bypassed Morgan and walked directly to the altar. I breathed a sigh of relief and let go of Li Yuan's arm.

Only then did Li Yuan see Alex, who strode to the altar. Alex didn't give him a chance to speak, and neatly cut open the inside of his arm, and the altar swallowed up all the blood that dripped down.

The mural behind the altar revealed its original appearance. A weeping Eye of Horus emerged from the darkness, as if growing on the headless statue, staring at us gloomily.

The moment I was stared at by it, time seemed to freeze.

"It's too risky for you to do this." Li Yuan took the bandage from Alex's hand and bandaged her wound with a cold but patient tone.

"What, you are the only one who can be a hero?" Alex's green eyes lowered as he watched him wrap the bandage carefully.

There must be something wrong. Alex did not perform a "death sacrifice", so she did not meet the prerequisite of "becoming a god" and could not use the corpse as bait. But as a living person, her blood can be used as a sacrifice in place of the gods. This is no longer the case.

"Ancient bloodline" can be explained.

While Li Yuan and Alex were trapped by each other, I quickly walked down the steps. However, the murals on both sides were still shrouded in darkness, and I could only stand anxiously next to the bare lotus columns and stare into nothingness.

"Yu, don't worry." Arnold patted me, "What do you think these are expressing?"

He asked about the bad things he encountered along the way. First, Seth was placed on the altar, and Li Yuan used his blood to untie and open the wall; then there was the room with Alex's mother's equipment;

Not long ago, it was the tree in the wall that was watered with "death sacrifice", and then there were the remains of the gods and "my blood as a sacrifice" all over the ground.

What do these signs express? Whose blood was sacrificed, and what was it sacrificed for?

"Set!" said a fool standing in the darkness in front of me. He crossed the boundary of the lotus pillars. "Come and look, Seth is painted in this mural!"

Although the darkness could not penetrate the light, the sound spread far. When everyone heard the sound and came, the man never replied.

Karl turned his attention to Hassan and Laila. I was afraid that he would kill them again if they disagreed, so I quickly said: "Don't act rashly. Acting casually here may lead to unforeseen consequences."

"Then what do you think we should do?"

I looked at the peeled lotus pillars that Hassan was leaning on. "If I guessed correctly, these twelve lotus pillars with their inscriptions stripped off should also be altars. If a sacrifice is offered here, maybe there will be altars on both sides.

Change."

Everyone reluctantly gave me face.

As Hassan wiped the pillar full of blood, the darkness on both sides faded away, revealing many indecipherable patterns on the wall, as well as a corpse with a distorted face lying leaning against the wall.

It turns out that the mural itself is not only covered with a layer of paint that absorbs light, but is even poisoned. This design is really sinister. I thought it was just a little trick to bluff people, but I didn't expect it to kill people. I took a sip.

Lips, secretly blaming myself for knowing that there was a problem, but not alerting anyone, and allowing these fools to travel for us.

Chang Xiao stopped Teacher Bai from re-bandaging Hassan, and without warning, he dragged Hassan to the wall where his original shape was revealed, and raised his arm to let his blood seep into the paintings on the wall.

The blood flowed into the inexplicable mural wall and then went in one direction. Only then did we realize that it was an ancient Egyptian inscription, not a mural. Patrick also came down the stone steps at this time, only to

Staring at the blood.

Although I can't understand ancient Egyptian, the writing in ancient Egypt has been very confusing from beginning to end, so people will read according to the direction the characters are facing or any directional guidance.

So I looked along the direction of the blood flow, and found that the incomprehensible inscription slowly evolved into familiar hieroglyphs, and finally converged into a shape.

It's a Bennu bird. And its black eyes are staring at us.

Time seemed to stand still under His gaze. The Eye of Horus behind the altar just now gave me the same feeling, and this feeling was simply terrible.

At this time, the twelve lotus pillars that had been stripped of their inscriptions also quietly changed. Fragments of color climbed onto the pillars, but did not form a complete pattern, as if something had cut the mural into pieces. I stretched out my hand.

Go and touch it. There are actually countless cracks on the seemingly smooth pillars. It is these invisible marks that hinder the restoration of the murals, making the supposedly holy pillars mottled like old tree bark.

Teacher Bai whispered: "Xiao Wang, these lotus pillars seem to be different from the ones over there. You see, these are traces that only appear on metal."

Sure enough, upon closer inspection, these twelve pillars were not stone pillars, but copper pillars. I was still shocked by this unprecedented technique in the history of ancient Egyptian architecture, so I heard Teacher Bai continue: "Before entering here, I

The wall on which I and my Egyptian brothers and sisters offered sacrifices is made of the same material as these twelve pillars."

I couldn't help but frown.

The sense of dissonance here is evident. The remains of the statues and the split pillars all over the ground are made of bronze, while the headless statue and the other twelve lotus pillars are made of stone.

Arnold is right, this is differential treatment, as if the designer has a split personality. But why is this happening? I don't understand. The Egyptians also said they have never seen this kind of situation.

"Did your work with the archaeological team at Karnak Temple go in vain?" Chang Xiao followed up with his strange words. I had long since stopped being angry with his attitude and waited for his advice. "Do you think the Pharaoh of the New Dynasty

Is it outrageous to modify the architecture of the Middle Kingdom according to your own aesthetics?"

"You mean that the giant stone statue and the bronze statue were made by different people at different times, as were these two pairs of pillars, so there is a sense of inconsistency?"

Chang smiled and gave me a "you're not too stupid" look.

"But that's not right!" I shook my head. "We can't have a group of people build twelve bronze pillars first, and then a group of people build twelve stone pillars, right? How can both parties reach an agreement?"

"This makes sense." Teacher Bai touched the bronze pillars with hidden wounds with his hands. "These twelve pillars originally had a layer of stone camouflage, so they were peeled off later."

This is indeed possible. Compared with the bronze statues that were dismembered and thrown all over the ground, the headless stone statue behind the altar can still retain its whole corpse. If there are two groups of people who attack the two statues, then it is indeed the same

explain.

"It's just that we don't know who did this and why."

Maybe someone can give the answer.

Patrick followed the changing inscription to the opposite wall before the ancient Egyptian language disappeared.

I could only recognize the Bennu bird on the mural and some other ritual sacrificial inscriptions. The rest of the people were not as good as me, and they had no way to deal with the problems in front of them. Everyone had to wait for Patrick to read it before looking for him.

Ask what happens.

"In the material culture of ancient Egypt, stone represents eternity. What does metal represent?"

Just as I was studying the asymmetrical twenty-four lotus columns and trying to figure out why this operation was done, Jacqueline's voice came again. She sounded real and eager. I didn't expect Jacqueline's nemesis

My influence has reached such an extent that I even feel like she hasn't left us yet.

It seems that in this stressful environment, I am not far from going insane. I decided not to get entangled with the inexplicable ancient Egyptian architecture. Anyway, there are more professional people. Before waiting for Patrick, Li Yuanhe

Alex came down from the altar first. They discovered something there.

It turns out that this space truly "came to life" after both Alex and Hassan made sacrifices.

A large expanse of blue appeared on the mural behind the altar, like a vast ocean. Then, as if it connected all sea areas, the blue poured into the other two walls, and even filled the ceiling with sea water. As we spoke, we

It was already surrounded by "sea water", and even the twelve stone lotus pillars were filled with deep blue. This also made the other twelve copper lotus pillars inconsistent with the environment. I secretly thought if this weird

If there is any breakthrough in the situation, it is in this abnormality.

The feeling of being surrounded by "sea water" is not good.

First of all, in the ancient Egyptian imagination of death, the world after death is full of water, and the walls of the main tomb where the tomb owner is buried are often painted dark blue. The current situation is like being locked in a tomb.

Same.

Secondly, it may be my own conjecture. I always feel that this "sea water" is extremely real, as if the wall will be unable to hold up at some point, and the endless water will pour down, making this place really a tomb for everyone.

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Patrick didn't care about the "ocean" that seemed to submerge the entire space. He was still concentrating on studying the last small piece of mural that was not yet flooded.

Others did not have such good concentration as him, and at this time they were already agitated by the thick and oppressive color of the water. What was even more frightening was that there seemed to be a real sound of water lapping.

"Did you hear it too?" I confirmed with Li Yuan in disbelief.

He frowned: "Speaking of which, is there a lot of underground water under the Sahara Desert?"

I stiffly looked up at the crumbling ceiling. The water in the mural was too real.

"We can't stay here any longer." No longer caring about solving the mystery of ancient Egyptian architecture, I walked quickly to Patrick: "I don't want to disturb you, but I don't have time to study the murals now. You have seen this before.

Well, what should we do now?"

Patrick lowered his shoulders and sighed. But when he turned around to face the dark blue room, his eyes were full of longing.

"Have you ever heard of Atlantis?"

Who the hell cares about Atlantis now?

Everyone was getting restless, and I was pounding in my heart, so I told Patrick, "I just know that Poseidon can't save us if we don't leave. If anything happens, we can go out first."

Patrick has the composure of a scholar and the philistine of an Angsa man. He can act thoughtfully even when the crowd is angry. If Jacqueline had this, she would not have to die. He is not busy making decisions, but just leading the crowd.

Look towards the ceiling.

When we looked up, we all gasped.

As I was writing it, I realized that there are still a lot of details that need to be explained. When can we start the Temple Escape?!

(End of chapter)