Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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Looking at the huge fireball rising not far away and the obelisk that was blown up in half, Clark and the others looked at each other.

They all say that plans can't change as quickly as they do. They haven't decided yet whether they want to participate in the war, but the battle ended just like this.

Laura looked at the obelisk that collapsed in the smoke with a heartbroken look. The barbaric behavior of these Yankees really made the archaeologist feel so angry that he even wanted to pull out his pistol and shoot them all immediately.

But she may not have thought that her predecessors did the same thing when Egypt was colonized by the British more than a hundred years ago.

Those explorers from England were also obsessed with the hieroglyphics on the obelisk and the mysterious and beautiful shape of the pyramid-like tip.

So they smashed the obelisk by its roots, pried away the gold decoration on the spire, broke the head of the statue, taped off the murals in the stone chamber, and then took it back to London under the guise of research.

Just like their predecessors and descendants did in Dunhuang, Angkor Wat, and the Eurates Temple.

Even the antiques that Laura studied when she was studying in Cambridge came from this way, but with the decline of the empire on which the sun never sets, they are now replaced by Americans.

Fatty Wang on the side didn't care about these Egyptian monuments. He watched the fleeing Zoroastrians being overtaken by the sandstorm mummies, either killed in the explosion, or sucked into mummies. He swallowed subconsciously. .

"I think we can just dig up some antique gold or something nearby and go back. What do you think?"

However, before they could discuss what to do next, Clark and others felt the city of the dead beneath their feet trembling slightly.

The gold decorations on the remaining eight obelisks all glowed with dazzling golden light, and even the sunlight in the sky suddenly became ten times stronger.

But this power did not last long. The next moment, as the earth shook, a thicker cloud covered the entire ruins and blocked the sun in the sky.

The dazzling golden light disappeared, the warmth began to leave them, and as the gloom filled the air, a strange premonition of danger enveloped the entire Hamna Tower.

Everyone present, whether they were Americans or Zoroastrians, felt an invisible oppression oppressing their hearts.

Some people with stronger spiritual abilities can even detect that there is a strong sense of threat coming from underground and from the surrounding Hamna Tower.

Many people feel vaguely,

The peace here has been broken, and a threat is growing silently.

"not good!"

Clark looked at the collapsed obelisk and suddenly reacted.

“The sunlight reflected from the tops of these obelisks refracts each other and shines on the golden spiers of other obelisks, forming a reflection group.

They absorb positive energy from sunlight and store it in the towers and ruins for thousands of years.

For thousands of years, the entire Hamna Tower has relied on these energies to maintain the existence of the barrier, resist the prying eyes of outsiders, and at the same time suppress the undead pharaohs buried in the ruins.

They have long been integrated with this city and Hamna Tower, and have become part of this huge barrier! "

"Then what will happen if these obelisks are destroyed?" Fatty Wang was rarely smart for a while this time, and he immediately asked the key question.

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“The Sun God Barrier has weakened, which means that the balance between the Yin and Yang sides of Hamna Tower has been broken.

Those outsiders must have destroyed the obelisk inside, otherwise such a huge change would not have happened. "

Outside the barrier of Hamna Tower, on a sand dune not far from the ruins, hundreds of black-robed knights sat on camels, looking calmly at the ancient ruins that suddenly appeared in front of them, undulating like reflections in the water.

An old man with white hair and white beard was standing in front of them, suggesting to the leader of the group:

"Eddie, we have to go in quickly and stop them! Cough~cough~"

However, the leading strong man in black robe did not move after hearing the old man's words.

He placed his hand on the handle of the scimitar inlaid with gorgeous gold patterns at his waist. His sharp eyes like a hawk stared at the flickering ruins in front of him. There was no trace of traces on his face with mysterious hieroglyphic tattoos on his cheeks. Worry.

The black-robed soldiers behind him, looking at the leader who was as steady as a boulder at the front, each held their breath and sat motionless on the back of the camel.

The team of hundreds of people actually didn't make a sound. It was as quiet as a big mountain standing in the desert.

But that heavy power seems to contain indescribable power inside, and it can turn into a crumbling cliff at any time, rolling down, crushing all enemies in front of it.

The white-bearded old man looked up at the leader who looked like Yue Ruyuan, his mouth full of bitterness.

He knew that the era of the ancient Egyptians was long gone, and even the young people in today's tribe no longer had any respect for the ancient Egyptian gods.

The purpose of these children guarding this place with their lives is not to protect the rest of the pharaohs, but to guard their own wealth and gold.

The tribal leader he personally selected in front of him is no longer the innocent young man he once was. Faced with the current situation, he has his own considerations.

However, the old man with white beard still wanted to try again.

“The bones and souls of eleven pharaohs from fourteen dynasties are buried in the Hamna Tower.

Every pharaoh is the son of the greatest god in Egypt. They are all favored by the sun god [Ra] and are extremely powerful.

Many pharaohs were also proficient in the occult knowledge of ancient Egypt. Among them were not only the most powerful priests and soothsayers, but also tyrants who were proficient in curses and black magic.

This is the temple of the Egyptian gods during the day, and the tombs of the pharaohs sleeping at night.

Whether it is day or night, whether it is the dark side or the sunny side of the city, there is a huge power that has been balanced here for thousands of years.

If someone destroys these obelisks and destroys the temples of the sun-faced gods, the undead pharaohs who are disturbed will be unable to restrain themselves.

Once they wake up and are born, the whole of Egypt will fall into disaster! "

"That is an issue that the Americans and British should consider." A sneer appeared on the corner of the black-robed leader's mouth, and there was no trace of worry on his face as hard as rock.

It seems that the tragic future of those Egyptian compatriots has nothing to do with him.

"But, if that's the case, this short period of weakening of the curse will quickly disappear due to the destruction of the balance."

The white-haired old man looked at the ruins of the city, which also contained huge treasures, and threw out his trump card.

"The reason why those outsiders were able to enter Hamna Tower safely is because the powerful curse that protected this place was weakened to a minimum by the Sun God's barrier that rose during the day under the changes in the stars.

If the Sun God Barrier collapses early due to the destruction of those outsiders, you will see the terrifying power accumulated here over thousands of years.

By that time, I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for those Americans to fulfill their agreement with you! "

"So?" The black-robed leader's face finally fluctuated.

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“We must evacuate before dark!

Move quickly, there are sacrificial vessels from the First Dynasty of Egypt, be careful not to bump into them..."

Underground in Hamna Tower, in a temporarily converted machinery processing factory, a group of American soldiers were busy packing some precious antiques under the instruction of a young man.

Next to the young man, a slightly shorter boy looked at their actions and asked: "Dr. Doom, why are you suddenly evacuating? Is Immorton about to wake up?"

Dr. Doom looked at the exquisite hieroglyphic patterns on the walls of the room and sneered: "What kind of trouble can a rotten bone that has been dead for thousands of years cause?"

He looked around and walked to an ancient Egyptian-style box:

"Having solved the high-pressure hydrochloric acid trap in the coffin and obtained the box containing the Holy Urn of Immorton's Viscera and the Black Book of the Dead, half of our mission has been completed.

With these two things here, Immorton won't be a problem! "

"Then why are we leaving?" the young man asked curiously.

"Because I destroyed an obelisk of Hamna Tower." Dr. Doom explained.

"Aren't those obelisks a way for the ancient Egyptians to prepare against Immorton? You said he is no longer a problem..."

"I like your diligence and inquisitiveness." Dr. Doom had a proud expression on his face. It was obvious that this superiority in intelligence and knowledge brought him a pleasant sense of accomplishment.

“But you have to know that these obelisks are quite old.

Although their styles are similar, based on the carvings of the hieroglyphs on the obelisks, it can still be verified that the earliest two of them were built far earlier than the Thirteenth Dynasty and the Tenth Dynasty where Immorton was buried. The Fourth Dynasty period.

What does this mean?

It shows that the history of these obelisks is older than that of Immorton. As early as his time, Hamna Tower already existed.

If so, what were they used for before Immorton?

The biggest role of the obelisk was to suppress evil and protect the Egyptians at that time. So before Immorton, what kind of evil did they suppress?

Have you considered any of this? "

The boy shook his head, and a proud smile appeared on Dr. Doom's lips.

“For the pharaohs of ancient Egypt, as sons of God, they had to return to the divine realm after death.

However, the only ones that can go to the God Realm are their souls.

There is no way to bring the mortal body as a pharaoh to another higher level dimension space.

Therefore, when the pharaohs died, they often chose to mummify their bodies.

And through the obelisk, the ladder to the sky, we use the power of the sun god [Ra].

All the negative emotions and evil thoughts generated by living in the secular world for decades were separated from the soul and sealed in the mummy.

Only the most pure and precious part of yourself, the Holy Spirit, ascends to the divine realm. "

"So what's buried in this city of the dead is all the soul garbage left by the pharaohs?"

The boy's eyes widened. He had never expected that the pharaohs of ancient Egypt thousands of years ago were so irresponsible and treated the world as a garbage dump.

"Soul garbage? This statement is not wrong." Doom nodded and smiled again.

“But there is a difference between garbage and trash.

As the sons of gods, the pharaohs, even the garbage they left behind, still had a trace of the power of gods.

At that time, the ancient Egyptians respected the sanctity of the Pharaoh, but were also afraid of the Pharaoh's cruelty, power and authority.

Therefore, when faced with the soul garbage left by these pharaohs, the ancient Egyptians had to build this capital of the dead, using the power of the sun god and the power of curse to permanently suppress them.

Prevent the soul garbage left by the Pharaoh from turning into an undead tyrant, resurrecting, and coming out to persecute them.

So compared to these, Immorton is like a child playing house. "

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"That's the specific situation."

The white-haired old man looked at the leader of the black-robed man and tried his best to persuade him.

"Eddie, the biggest task of our tomb guards is to appease the negative souls abandoned by the pharaohs and prevent them from being furious and rushing out of the City of the Dead to rule Egypt again.

And Immorton is just the most dangerous one among them, he is not even the most powerful one. "

"High Priest, what else are you hiding from us?"

The black-robed leader held a golden scimitar in his hand, and his hawk-like gaze tilted downwards, landing on the white-haired old man's face.

"No way, I have to do it.

After all, no one thought that the gods would disappear in the long river of history.

And after they disappear, anything related to God will greatly increase in value. Even if it is the negative souls of the pharaohs that are suppressed, they are still part of the Son of God.

Whether they are British or Americans, they are both afraid of the return of gods to the world, and they also long for the great power of gods. If they were informed of this matter, what would appear here would not be just an expedition team.

Therefore, we cannot keep these wealth, we must keep them all. "

The remnants of the Son of God!

Upon hearing the news, the black-robed leader could not help but breathe a little thicker. The agreement he had made with the Americans was almost forgotten by him at this moment.

After all, even if he successfully launched a rebellion with the support of Americans and became a warlord, he still had to look at the faces of those Americans.

And if he can obtain the secrets related to "God" and possess powerful power, then he...

The black-robed leader gently kicked the camel's abdomen with his legs, and pulled out the scimitar in his hand. The golden tip reflected the dazzling light in the sun, and pointed at the ruins not far away.

The next moment, there was a formation of horseshoes, rolling forward like a mountain torrent.

On the other side of Hamna Tower, Neville, who was watching the battlefield, discovered another interesting situation.