The Collection of The End

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Half asleep and half awake, Thomas Curry felt like a mountain was pressing on him.

It has been suppressed for at least five hundred years.

The most disgusting thing is that this mountain sings from time to time:

Five, one hundred, years of change.]

Even stubborn rocks are covered with moss.]

Or Didigu said something incomprehensible:

I just said why I couldn't find Thanos, it turned out that he was fused with Cable. 】

The good brother fell in love with the same woman... maybe I should say goddess? Tsk tsk tsk, that’s amazing. 】

I always feel like there is something very exciting or extremely stomach-ache... I want to watch it!

oh? Woke up because of gossip? 】

However, as an 'observer' related to the incident, I can only show you the director's cut. 】

whatever!

Okay, okay, then...]

——bc, 3017——】

As a row of subtitles that seemed to represent time passed by, most of the gray fog in Thomas' eyes dissipated, revealing a desert filled with scattered weapons and worn-out armor.

It seems that a big war just happened here? Where are the bodies of the owners of these equipment?

Oh...the "clip" fell off, right?

Card, card, card.

With the sound of countless leather boots stepping on the sand, a troop walked out from the side of the gray mist in irregular steps. They were wearing yellow and red clothes, about half of them were wearing armor, and most of them used scimitars and bows and arrows as weapons. , it can be roughly judged that the weapons and armor scattered on the ground do belong to them.

And from the faces of the soldiers in this unit, Thomas could tell something close to grief and anger and a desperate determination.

What is this...

Before he could try to understand all this, the "enemy" who appeared from the other side of the gray mist had already given an explanation.

Those are the boundless "Anubis", or "tall black wolf-headed men". Each of them is twice as tall as an ordinary person, wearing dark gold metal armor, holding spears and axes. and Sickle, with red eyes and murderous intent.

"Fuck!" The Anubis Army roared with unknown meaning and took the lead in launching a charge, while the Desert Guests struggled to maintain their front line.

Obviously, those desert travelers are dead. They may have reasons why they cannot retreat and have to fight, but in this too obvious power gap, the role of faith can be extremely limited.

Tap tap tap, boom boom boom——

As the two sides approached, the desert ground began to tremble, and the gravel rose up one after another, almost blocking the sun's rays.

And just when the two forces with a huge gap in combat power were about to come into contact, a huge dark crack suddenly stood in the "air" between the two. The deep darkness revealed in the crack made people just watch the "Director's Cut" "Thomas felt a surge of emotion.

The next moment, the Anubis Army, which was charging and unable to stop, hit the "crack".

Without any extra light and shadow effects, the Anubis army in the front row disappeared instantly when it touched the crack, as if they did not exist at all, while the Anubis in the back row did not notice anything strange at all and always maintained a charging posture. , until they hit the crack and disappeared.

The deserters were first shocked, then surprised, and then cautiously backed away from the crack.

After devouring more than half of Anubis, the black wolf-headed man in the middle and rear finally noticed something strange. A strange leader began to run back and forth and yelled loudly. Finally, the entire army stopped, separated by a strange The rift and the desert guest side are confronting each other.

And just when the two sides were considering how to continue the war, the crack moved. It was like... the erasing rod on a magnet drawing board for children, easily swiping towards the army of Anubis. , the black wolf-headed man army, so densely packed that it almost caused trypophobia, disappeared without a trace.

After the deserters were briefly shocked and started cheering, Thomas seemed to see a female figure in a black cloak flashing over the battlefield.

So, what is this cut? He asked after the gray fog obscured his vision again.

Cut out people you know. 】

Lest your observations cause their ‘state’ to collapse. 】

Am I Schrödinger’s cat? ?

Five, one hundred, years of change.]

Stop singing!

——bc, 1719——

Ancient Egypt, the city of Thebes.

"Stop singing!"

You can hear a needle drop instantly in the splendid stone hall.

Um?

Thomas was quite surprised that he had successfully shouted this sentence, but because he was not sure what the situation was now, he looked around with a straight face.

This is a banquet hall full of Egyptian style, made of snow-white stone and decorated with rubies, sapphires and gilded ornaments.

Maybe a banquet hall.

Several warriors in golden armor were guarding the hall at the edge, but a few were in the middle of the hall, using their spears and daggers to control two slim female dancers wearing various jewelry.

And Thomas "himself" was wearing a golden priest's robe and holding a bead chain, sitting behind a sumptuous table at the main seat.

Although he couldn't figure out the current situation, Thomas instantly relaxed a lot after seeing the green light ring on his finger.

Beside him, an old man with an old face and a strong body, wearing yellow clothes and white robes, and many gold ornaments, was looking at him seriously.

"High Priest Yin Morton," the old man said, "Is there something wrong with these two women?"

It was a language he didn't understand at all, but thanks to the translation function of the green light ring, he could easily understand the sentence.

How do I know if there is a problem?

Just when he was hesitating, the guards who were controlling the dancer had already drawn their swords and were about to chop him down.

Thomas shook his head seriously, and then said nonsense: "It's not appropriate."

"Indeed," the old man opposite, who must be an unknown pharaoh, nodded: "We just captured Nubis, so we should show more courage."

Although he seemed to have said some key information, it was completely meaningless to him who had little knowledge of history and no understanding of archeology. Thomas nodded in agreement.

"Our warriors are good at killing but not good at performing," Pharaoh said: "How about this, let's have a competition between my daughter 'Ophelia' and my third fiancée 'Ansuna'."

Thomas continued to nod with the attitude of saying less and making less mistakes.

The Pharaoh waved his hand, and the golden-armored warriors took away the two dancers who had walked in front of the gate of hell and were limp.

Then, two female warriors of similar age, with extremely beautiful and distinctive looks, wearing white short armor and holding double forks and short swords in their hands walked in from the door.

"Use your strength and don't embarrass yourself in front of the high priest," Pharaoh said.

Damn it!

"High Priest" Thomas had to use the green light energy to suppress himself from jumping up.

One of the two female warriors is clearly Atlanna!

Even if she is not the princess of Atlantis but becomes the princess of Egypt, she is still so beautiful...

Wait, she's the Pharaoh's daughter, right?

...Must be the daughter, right?