Plague Doctor

In the section of the Nile River outside the town of Karima, Huron, the torrent suddenly intensified crazily.

Wang Ming, the captain of the patrol team by the river, exclaimed: "Everyone evacuates!" He led the team members back and made a report while the frontline commander at the tomb area also asked them to evacuate immediately. I thought it would take another hour for the flood to flood here.

The sound of the torrent quickly became louder, but in the blink of an eye, Wang Ming looked back and his heart almost stopped. The flood seemed to form a tsunami and roared in. In the wave wall that was more than ten meters high, there was a faint wave. There are countless heads, and the sound of the rushing waves is just like their howling.

For a few seconds, Wang Ming was frozen in place, and time seemed to have stopped.

Some of the people around him stopped when they looked back. Some fell to the ground and almost lost their minds.

That huge torrent was higher than the mountains and more boundless than the sky.

In front of it, it seems that all struggles and struggles are meaningless, or that there has never been any meaning.

"Let's go..." Wang Ming suddenly came to his senses, picked up the fallen team members and continued running to the shore, "Everyone, don't look back! There is a mental shock!"

Just a moment later, the flood rushed past where they had been, rolling up the watchtower that was destroyed at the first touch, carrying with it broken weeds, and rushing towards the evacuating people ahead. The small town of Karima is full of low-rise buildings, and nothing can withstand the torrent.

This flood is still growing, rising to a height of tens of meters. The Nile River is the master of the earth.

At the same time, the helicopter hovering above captured these scenes and conveyed the latest situation to the tomb area and the command center: "The patrol team evacuated urgently. The flood is destroying the town of Karima. We cannot stop it. The old seal stone defense line has been destroyed." It broke through directly, and the flood is approaching the tomb area..."

The words on the helicopter rang out from the communication equipment in front of the Nastassen Pyramid and reached everyone’s ears.

The earth seemed to be shaking, and there was a surging undercurrent beneath the hot desert.

"What should we do now?" Peacock was a little anxious. Just as the flood was rising, the signal of the suicide squad deep underground was almost cut off, and there were only some weird interruptions that were too inaudible to understand. The sound of electric current is a kind of torture to listen to.

Mo Qing, Uncle Dan and others also felt the same as Peacock. It was really uncomfortable to see their comrades in danger while they could only wait here.

"We are waiting." Xiaoxu said, still as calm as a sophisticated machine, "We have to trust the death squad."

It was Lou Xiaoning who asked him to serve as the ground captain temporarily. This decision was also approved by Tong Ye at the command center. Everyone understands that one should not be too young to be capable. Although Xiaoxu is only 13 years old, he has made great achievements in the past and Recently, he has shown extremely high judgment and decision-making ability, so it is feasible to serve as the temporary captain.

Compared with this kind of thing, they have seen too many truly weird things that are unspeakable and incomprehensible, and no one makes a fuss about it.

But now, Peacock really couldn't wait any longer and shouted urgently: "Xiao Xu, even if we don't go to the tomb to reinforce, we still have to do something on the ground, right?" Even Catherine, who was one with her, felt this anxiety: " There's always something we can do..."

"Yes, that's just waiting." Xiaoxu's young face has not changed slightly. Sometimes he looks like a bionic man. "We are too far behind our enemies. We are being led by the nose every step of the way. Even Even our current actions are part of the enemy's calculations. They don't need to set up small traps. This entire petrified disease is a trap. But they are still mortals, and they are the limitations of mortals' abilities."

Xiaoxu looked at the dumb peacock, and then at the others, "The rituals they perform are still rituals. They will not be able to break through those basic restrictions just because they are more calculated, more careful, and older. All rituals have a certain impact on the venue. The layout has various requirements and cannot be destroyed, otherwise the connection with the divine power will be severed."

"So I judge that the enemy will not set up ordinary traps." Xiaoxu said, looking at the stone staircase at the end that was flooded by groundwater. "Letting the tomb collapse and crush the intruder to death will only destroy the ceremony itself. Destroyed. They will not set traps that will cause a lot of physical movement, but will use mental pressure to try to crush the intruders and make them part of the sacrifice. This gives us the opportunity, as long as our The personnel can withstand the pressure and still deliver the ritual sacrifices under such mental shock."

Xiaoxu paused, "The so-called gods are powers that transcend mortals and cannot be judged by human nature. Between rituals and gods, I think many times it is just like triggering an automatic program. The gods don't care or even know about it. In a ceremony, if you give a sacrifice, you will get power; but if you give the sacrifice and then take the sacrifice back, it will not only be a matter of the ritual collapse, but the program should have a backlash setting, otherwise it will not be borrowed Even the divine power corrodes one's own spirit.

Every time we remove a body, every time we take away a sacrifice, the priests and believers who performed the ceremony will suffer more backlash, and the entire ceremony will be weakened. At that time, our enemies will have to adopt more radical and risky decisive methods, and we will also have the opportunity to defeat them from the front. "

"Then...if this is the case, in order to destroy the ceremony," Peacock understood, but was confused, "Why don't we just blow this place up?"

"I'm afraid that kind of behavior will become part of the sacrifice of the ceremony itself. The uncertainty is too great, so don't take the risk unless it is absolutely necessary. Because here, no flood is a disaster. If you want to extinguish a fire, you can't use Fire goes out; if you want the flood to calm down, don't start a storm either. Ritual

The calling is the storm. "

"Then there won't be backlash for those of us who took away the sacrifices?" This time it was Catherine who asked.

"We have no connection with the source power of the ritual. We just destroy it in a feasible way. Besides, whether it is the little ram god or the black goat, it may be just a program reaction to the current place."

After listening to Xiaoxu's words, everyone fell into silence for a moment. Uncle Dan scratched his head, but Deng Ximei felt it made sense.

"As long as a piece of sacrifice can be captured," Xiaoxu added, "the torrent will be cut off. If you succeed the first time, there will be a second time."

At this time, the intermittent sound of electricity sounded again, and it was a bit weirder...

They really can't imagine what kind of mental pressure the underground suicide fighters are facing.

And many people know that although Xiaoxu is a very smart child, he very lacks the ability to empathize. He rarely has any emotions, which is a characteristic of patients with Asperger's syndrome. So in Xiaoxu's consideration, maybe... he would overestimate the mental pressure that the death squads - or in other words, mortals can bear.

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