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Chapter 128 Died for God

A coffin is placed on the altar.

The mural behind the altar is of the ancient god Aten who was briefly worshiped by the ancient Egyptians, which is the sun disk itself. Looking from the bottom up, the scattered light of the sun turns into countless arms, as if breaking through the wall and coming out tightly.

Holding the sarcophagus seems to be both protection and restraint.

In fact, this was completely unnecessary. Because the sarcophagus had been soldered with lead, it was impossible to open it.

But at this moment, the sarcophagus made of lead suddenly cracked from the middle, a hand stretched out, and turned into a lotus in the golden light.

I blinked and unconsciously wanted to get closer to the altar.

Only then did I notice my situation. I was actually in a deep and thick stone coffin. The inscription on the stone wall told me that this was the resting place of a god.

I looked towards the altar again. Is there really a corpse of a god there? But that's not right. Why is the corpse placed on the altar? Could it be because I occupy its place?

Anyway, I couldn't stay in the stone coffin any longer. I struggled to get out and slowly approached the altar.

Through the cracks in the sarcophagus, I saw a mummy covered with golden inscriptions. The petals of the lotus trembled vividly because of my approach. In this dark place, could the lotus be grown from the corpse?

Opened?

The weird scene in front of me made me sweat all over my body. Fear and reason tried hard to pull me back, but I still stood in front of the altar, and even accidentally reached out to touch the face of the corpse, as if what was lying there was incomparable.

Familiar people.

But what I touched under the shroud covered with inscriptions was not a human body, but cold metal. I was shocked and bravely pulled off the cloth on the mummy's shoulders, only to find that this "corpse" was made of gold.

This is actually the mummy of God.

My heart beat like a drum, my heart skipped a beat, and I lifted off the golden mask covering the face of the god.

That's a familiar face.

I opened my eyes suddenly, but couldn't see anything.

The drumming didn't stop.

My line of sight was blocked, and my face seemed to be covered with something. I sat up immediately, and my head banged against the cold stone, and the thing covering my face fell lightly. I didn't care about my big head.

, reached out and fished it out. What I got was a papyrus of high quality. I don’t know which unscrupulous thing covered my face with such a thing.

But it was so dark that I couldn't see what the invitation had written. I braved myself and cautiously touched around, up and down, and initially judged that I was in a thick coffin, which was the same as the one that Arno and I were lying in.

It's definitely not the same one. Because the walls of this coffin are damp, as if it has been immersed in water for a long time.

Where else could such a place come from in Egypt except at the bottom of the Nile River.

That's not all that was wrong. Arno and I soon discovered some clues on the coffin lid. Just when we were about to go out, he grabbed me and whispered: "Be careful." After that, we should have got out of the coffin, and even

Following the clues I saw on the coffin board, I walked to several doors. Why am I lying in the coffin again now?

I didn't believe that everyone would leave me alone, something must have happened. Sitting in the coffin and waiting for death was definitely not an option. I adjusted my posture, tilted my head with a breath of air, and used my shoulders and hands to resist the heavy coffin.

The coffin lid. But as soon as I moved a small crack, sharp pain exploded in my body, and I hit the ground head first.

When I reacted again, I was already huddled on the coffin board, covered in sweat.

I slowly took a few breaths, curled up into a ball and buried my face in my hands, making my face wet again. It turned out that I was scratching my fingers everywhere in pain just now, and now my hands were covered in blood. I guess the back of my head had been hit on the coffin.

I'm afraid the wall is also red. Now the wind is blowing behind my head, and the back of my neck is feeling a little cold.

Driven by instinct, I struggled to crawl away from the gap in the coffin. My hand touched a hard stone pillow, and then I realized that I woke up from the end of the coffin. Engraved on the headrest of the coffin is

It's not the goddess Isis, but a Bennu bird. Fortunately, the gap just opened is not big, so I can slow down a little as I'm far away. I don't know when some faint golden light appears around me, and it's actually carved in the shadow.

The inscriptions on the coffin walls are glowing.

I used the dim light to check my body briefly, and found no injuries except for my hands and the back of my head. I endured the pain all over my body, which was like a Chinese medicine practitioner scraping a bone with a hot knife. I gritted my teeth and brought the bloody papyrus to my eyes.

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Between the blood and gold, I saw my own words again on the crumpled papyrus.

This is a hand-copied version of the Book of the Afterlife, with a dark coffin drawn in the middle, with "my handwriting" written on it: "Where Time Forgives."

What the hell is this? In a place forgiven by time, I not only learned to scribble on cultural relics, but also started to do charades, right?

I bit my lip hard and managed to regain some consciousness from the annoying burning pain like rain. Relying on the wounds on my mouth to stay awake, I read the book of the afterlife on the papyrus again.

It turns out that what is recorded here is not the journey to the underworld of any pharaoh or ancient Egyptian noble, but belongs to a god.

Paradoxically, the book of the afterlife is supposed to help its owner survive the long darkness and let the sun rise in the east as soon as possible. But the destination of the gods recorded on the papyrus in my hand is this black coffin, which is also marked by "my" handwriting.

A place where "time forgives".

The only gain from the confusion is that what I am in is a coffin made of lead. If I were an archaeologist standing outside the investigation now, I would definitely be grinning from ear to ear. But I am in a different place with the owner of the coffin.

, this information is not as effective as a band-aid.

In the legend of ancient Egypt, Seth, the god of storms, always wanted to kill his brother Osiris, the king of the gods. Seth prepared a gorgeous and exquisite coffin at the banquet, and showed it off proudly, attracting the envy of the gods.

Endless.

Seth said: "This coffin is very picky. Whoever is the most suitable will own it."

So the gods lay down in the coffin one after another, but none of them fit properly, until Osiris couldn't help but want to try it. The king of the gods lay down in the coffin, which fit tightly, as if it had been prepared for him.

The lead coffin was indeed prepared by Seth for Osiris.

Lead is a substance that can seal the magic power of gods. In one version of countless legends in ancient Egypt, Osiris, who was unable to resist, was sunk into the Nile River by Set along with his custom-made lead coffin.

Who am I to enjoy such treatment? I am neither a god, nor can I be reborn from the mud of the Nile. The current situation is simply trying to trick me into death.

But I don't care to think about who has such a big hatred against me, nor do I want to study why the inscriptions in the coffin glow. Have the ancient Egyptians mastered voice-controlled power generation, or why Mingming has always been honest with Arnold, Xia, Shangzhou and others.

They acted together, but were locked up alone in this lead coffin.

After I got used to the pain in my body, I began to move towards the gap in the lead coffin little by little. I moved very slowly. Every time I moved forward, I had to stop to get used to the more severe pain. I waited until my body was no longer burned by the sharp pain.

He was pinned to the spot in pain and continued to move forward.

I must not be trapped in this "time-forgiving place".

In the dream that was too real just now, it was Li Yuan's face under the golden mask. This is not a good sign. I don't know what that bitch did when I was put in the lead coffin. Especially

The golden writing also symbolizes the will of God Ptah, and something big may have happened somewhere other than the "Forgiveness of Time".

When I finally moved to the small gap where the lead coffin was removed, my whole body was soaked with sweat and dried by body temperature countless times. And I was squeezed by the burning pain that was everywhere, even coming from my body.

Ignoring the destruction of cultural relics, I couldn't help but slam into the thick coffin wall. At this time, my lips were bitten and I didn't notice at all, but I was wrapped in more severe pain.

In the end, I pressed my face against the cold lead wall without any strength, and finally regained some consciousness from purgatory.

There is no "time-forgiving place", it just keeps the radiation out of this lead coffin.

In the golden light that became more and more dazzling, I opened my eyes that were covered in blood, and used all my strength to hit the painful gap.

Has Li Yuan always been in such pain?

Will be pleased to mention the magnetic field ore!

(End of chapter)