High Magic Earth

The slender body, the scarlet skin, the pupil with a faint blue light, and the tail swaying behind him, the remaining red mist is like a window grille on the glass, disappearing without a trace in a flash.

The red devil stood quietly on the steps, his body motionless, like a devil sculpture in hell.

He is wearing a classic black suit. . Yes, suit.

Egypt's cardigan suits made him feel uncomfortable at all, so he used silver tongue to make him a suit that best fits his image, a man's armor, and a pure black suit.

Even the collars that stand up are black, and the rigorous style suits with the **** extending directly to the throat.

Of course, taking into account the hot temperatures in Egypt, Yi Biao then attached a constant temperature magic, which allowed the Red Devil to avoid the uncomfortable death method of suffocating death.

When he put on this dress, he immediately looked much better.

Although still a face of an ancient Egyptian, his skin was crimson and he was European or Egyptian. There was not much difference. After all, he had red hair.

So at this time in the eyes of this group of slaves, he is a thorough. . strange!

Dress, look, and. . The way it appears.

Old Thum closed his mouth in an instant, closed his mouth tightly, and shifted his eyes slightly, falling into a state of silence.

He had seen the messenger of God. In his view, this group of messengers of God has incredible power, but in temperament they are no different from them.

In other words, there are good people and bad people in the messengers of God, and it is inevitable that there are some cruel people who have nothing to do.

In the face of unfriendly slaves of the same kind, they can wield their fists to protect themselves, and in the face of brutal slave owners, they can also find opportunities to escape, but face the messenger of God. . They have no power at all.

Old Tumu is very clear that at the moment when the messenger of God appears, life or death is just looking at the other party's mood.

He lowered his head, just didn't want the first one to be unlucky, even if he died together, he would have to die last.

Little Dora didn't know these things, but she bowed her head and forbidden for the first time, daring not to make any noise. . In fact, all slaves are like this.

They lowered their heads and didn't even dare to look at Neferhot's eyes. Even the ranks below had real riots.

Because the pressure that Neferhot puts on them is too great.

The messengers of God are not uncommon, they are numerous in number, but very few are powerful. . They rarely show up. They are not the messengers who have never seen God. Most people have even seen many messengers of God.

But there has never been a messenger of God like Neferhot. .

These slaves also know that messengers of God are different, but. . Neferhot is really. .

There is no way to know that. Demon-type mutants are considered to be a special kind of existence in the mutant group. Even in later generations, people with enough education will think of the moment they see the red devil. Hell, devil, deceive the soul and the like.

Not to mention a group of slaves in ancient Egypt.

Although there was no such thing as demons in ancient Egypt, there are many specious legends, and the image of Neferhot. . Just fit these legends.

However, Neferhot was obviously accustomed to seeing his first reaction to other people, especially ordinary people. He was so calm that he didn't even look at this group of slaves at first glance and asked Aishin directly.

"Are you here yet?"

Ai Xia did not dare to neglect.

After all, he was a slave owner, a merchant class above civilians, and had met Neferhot once before. Although he was also trembling, he kept his head down quickly and answered in an orderly manner.

"Dear Master, there are a total of 87 slaves under my men, there are 86 here..."

"A slave had a sudden dysentery this morning. When he set off, he was already lying in bed, and his breathing was weak."

Neferhot's expression remained unchanged, and he nodded calmly, then said.

"I know."

"follow me."

Then the voice fell, he turned into a cloud of red mist with a bang, and then disappeared from the spot.

The slaves below looked at each other, don't know what was going on, just don't talk about them, even Ai Xia Yin looked around in a daze.

Fortunately, in the next second, Neferhot turned into a red mist and appeared on the spot again, then said again.

"Keep up."

His expression was dull, and he couldn't see what he had just done. . It was still a small mistake, but no one here dared to pursue this issue, and even no one thought of it at all.

Do messengers of God want to guess if they do things?

So everyone just instinctively decided that Neferhot was just about to leave, as a mistake. . That's impossible.

Only when they are at the same level, at least when they are not squeezed to death like ants by Neferihot, will they have the mood to consider these boring problems.

"Da Da Da Da."

Neferhot was at the forefront, and Eshain followed his slaves.

I don't know if it's because of the infrequent walking, so it's better to say short-distance movement. . With such serious guidance, Neferhot suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Fortunately, there is no difficulty, just take this group of people into the temple.

The shrine looks boxy and rectangular in appearance, but not all of it is a large square block of large squares stitched together.

The winding corridor is like a labyrinth. If no one has a way, even one will be lost inadvertently. Of course, this is not a real labyrinth. Although it will definitely find the way in the end, how long does it take. . That's not necessary.

What's more, the temple is not absolutely safe. There are many restricted areas that can only be visited by designated personnel. The designated personnel also know which route is a safe route, so in addition to the safety routes, many of the restricted areas are full of traps. . A hidden trap enough to kill.

So without leading the way, this group of people may not necessarily get in.

Nephihot thought in silence.

Unlike Neferholt, who was thinking wildly and whose inner richness was far from being paralyzed like the expression on his face, there weren't so many strange thoughts with the group of slaves behind him, because they were the only ones left in their hearts. . It is shock and excitement.

Little Dora didn't understand anything, but as a young man, he also had things that the old twilight man like Old Tum no longer possessed.

Ample curiosity and rare recklessness.

When most of the slaves are still trembling, Xiao Dora has begun to look left and right excitedly, even if he only steps on the first step, he secretly shivered in excitement, but he did not dare to make too much movement, he could only silently Clenched your fist.

Because you know, they are not even allowed to step into the scope of the temple, they can only watch from a distance, even if they look at it, they will be expelled. . Not to mention stepping onto the stairs.

Of course, it wasn’t just Dora who was also very excited, Hussein was obviously very happy, but he was not excited because of curiosity, but because of piety.

And as more than a dozen steps climbed up, the true face of the temple gradually appeared in front of them, and the scope of the commotion gradually expanded.

Then after everyone stepped on the top steps. .

"Wow."

Little Dora couldn't help but utter a low admiration.

The temple is neither larger in size nor in size than the large pyramid, but it is more magnificent and majestic than the pyramid.

After all, the temple is used to highlight the majesty of the gods, and it must be magnificent.

The height of the temple is about twenty meters, which is close to the height of seven floors, then. . The front door of the entire temple is nearly twenty meters high.

In other words, the gate is almost the height of the entire temple.

The two gates have been opened at this time, one left and one right are open. The height of the gate is about 20 meters, but the length of each door is only about seven or eight meters. After all, the height is flush with the temple, but the length is , Or only occupy a small part of the front of the temple.

Otherwise, continue to increase the length, the increase in volume will make the door unable to open.

Now the door is opened by several powerful angels. . But even if it is a messenger of God, life is not eternal, only God is the unique existence of eternal life.

So once these power-type messengers of the gods die, and no new power-type messengers of the gods are born, they may even struggle to open the door.

It is not as big as it was built. After all, with the current weight, even a dozen slaves can pull a fan in front.

On the left and right of the gate, there are two humanoid sculptures, which look like Egyptian soldiers. They are not the common kind of soldiers, but are dressed in full armor, and they look like an elite image.

The light inside the temple is bright, and the two open doors are like giant beasts' mouths, exuding a sense of natural fear for humans.

But in fact, this is just the instinctive feeling of human beings in the face of the existence of a large gap in size.

Little Dora took a step back involuntarily and swallowed. He felt like he was in a kind of epic and mythological story. . Everywhere is full of grand atmosphere.

Most of the slaves looked the same as him.

The gates on both sides are reliefs, very fine reliefs, carved with many myths, some of the oldest traditional myths, such as the sun god, Anubis feathers, etc., there are also new gods, messengers of gods The figure is on it.

These reliefs look very three-dimensional, an average of more than 20 cm above the gate. . It doesn't even seem to be carved on it, but it seems that a living person is poured on it.

But this is obviously impossible, because there can be no real sun **** and Anubis to pour them.

These statues are almost alive.

Dora felt that his eyes were not enough. He stared left and right, and even walked into the temple under the leadership of Neferhot. He didn't think he had seen enough.

Because he only had time to look at the door on the left. .

But soon Dora didn't struggle with this problem, because the interior of the temple also dazzled him, the walls were decorated with beautiful reliefs, and a sculpture of a hero was placed every distance in the corridor.

Although the words below Dora still do not recognize it. . Or that none of them knew, but it did not prevent him from guessing the identity of these people and admiring them with all his heart.

Even if he is a slave, he also worships heroes.

In fact, no one, including Little Dora, noticed that after they entered the temple, the huge soldier sculptures that stood on both sides of the temple door suddenly flickered slightly, and there seemed to be some dull gloss in their eyes. Flashed, and then moved slowly like a rusted robot.

"Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka -"

They moved slowly to the front door, and then pressed their hands against a door slowly, applying force slowly. The door of the temple was slowly closed in a series of clicks, until finally, there was no sound, completely Closed together.

Little Dora's curiosity was still being satisfied a little bit.

As a slave, he did not know how to read, and he did not know the text recorded on the walls together with the murals, but this did not prevent him from reading it with relish.

After all, it's much more fun to read a picture than to read a text, isn't it?

Then gradually looked at him, and he became fascinated.

The mural on the wall of this section is a very classic and well-known story, that is Anubis feathers and human heart.

However, as a temple mural, whether it is the exquisiteness of itself, or the more exaggerated storytelling and artistic processing, it is much better than other places.

In this era of lack of spiritual entertainment, this is the most exciting existence.

Little Dora can be said to read with relish.

But soon, in front of a huge sculpture. . The mural was blocked.

The volume of this sculpture is too large. He holds a shield and occupies a width of two meters. Xiao Dora's impression is that there is a hero holding a shield, but he can't remember it for a moment.

But the most important thing now is to see the story behind the sculpture.

In fact, he also knows the content of the story, that is, the feather is about to fall, which is heavier than the heart. After all, no matter how the story is adapted, the subject of the story will rarely change.

But the plot is known~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Little Dora just wanted to see it, and this is the most exciting part of the whole story.

He probed the probe to the left and right, and found that the slave team was still slowly advancing. The foremost lord messenger didn't seem to pay attention to the Neferhot behind him, and he didn't look backwards at all.

The position of Xiao Dora was originally relatively high, that is to say, he stayed to read the mural and was too late to catch up with the team, but the position fell behind.

After thinking for a while, Dora decided to do just that.

While everyone was not paying attention, Xiaodola came to the side of the sculpture, he quickly looked at the piece that was blocked by the sculpture, and then looked at it, and he couldn't climb up to the sculpture by his master. Because the sculpture is too high, there is still a section of content, I am afraid you need to climb behind the sculpture to see it.

But in the next moment, Xiaodola suddenly felt as if the entire ground was shaking, and then before he realized what was going on, Shangli had a slightly rough voice.

"Little guy...I don't like people holding my legs."