The Undead Empire That Travels Through the Multiverse

Inside the broken funeral urn was a linen wrap soaked in turpentine.

Because of its age, it has been oxidized and blackened, and it looks like a pile of carbides.

For thousands of years, the pine resin has dried up and solidified, protecting the linen wrapping inside like a hard shell, and preserving the internal organs wrapped in it.

However, although this layer of solidified pine resin has protected the internal organs for three thousand years, it has been peeled off now.

Chen Mo spread a white cloth on the table, then carefully peeled off the layers of linen cloth with tweezers and a small hammer, revealing the internal organs that had long dried up like dried bacon.

Although it might have been air-dried long before it was wrapped in linen to make a funeral urn, in the eyes of Chen Mo, a necromancer who is familiar with human organs, he could easily recognize that it was a heart.

"Heart...Dedicate your soul to Sekhmet? Or let Sekhmet guard the soul of the dead..." The Egyptian scholar on the side looked at the heart that was finally peeled off by Chen Mo, and his face could no longer restrain the frightened expression up.

In the concept of ancient Egyptians, the heart is a very important existence and a symbol of a person's soul.

In mythology, the ancient Egyptians entered the underworld after death, and would put their heart on a balance in front of Osiris, the god of the underworld. If a person committed a lot of evil in his life, the heart that symbolized his soul would fall heavily, causing the other feather of the balance to rise. Since then, the heart symbolizing the soul will be eaten by the devourer Amut with the head of a crocodile.

And if the deceased did good deeds during his lifetime, his heart will rise high, and he will ascend to Yalu, the paradise after death, to obtain the right of eternal life.

This shows how important the heart was in ancient Egyptian culture.

In particular, the ancient Egyptians believed that the soul of the dead only left the body temporarily, and one day it would return to its own body to be reborn, and the heart, as the residence of the soul, must never leave the body.

But what is placed in front of them now is a heart that has been taken out of the body, and it is also placed in a funeral urn guarded by Sekhmet, the god who symbolizes war. This is really weird.

At this time, Evelyn watched Chen Mo and the Egyptian scholar pondering over the four complete funeral urns and the heart like a dried peach pit that Chen Mo had opened on the table, and picked up the table curiously. If you want to take a look at the inscription on the funeral urn, you may be able to find some clues.

"What's written on it?" Chen Mo noticed Evelyn's movements and looked up at her.

Because he didn't know the hieroglyphs of ancient Egypt, he could only place his hopes on Evelyn, a person who could understand ancient Egyptian characters.

However, the Egyptian scholar on the side shook his head first: "That is just an ordinary prayer text, asking the gods to protect the soul of the dead."

Obviously, he had checked the inscriptions on the funeral urn before, but he didn't get any clues.

Although he ignored the fact that these jars were funeral urns because he found the priceless treasure of the legendary Black Book of the Dead, he still recognized the inscriptions on the jars.

However, upon hearing Evelyn's words, Chen Mo had a little inspiration, picked up the damaged funeral urn and handed it to the Egyptian scholar in front of him, and asked him, "What is written on it?"

"Great Sekhmet, I dedicate my heart to you. May you drink your blood and protect your soul." The Egyptian scholar pieced together the broken burial urn and read out the inscription that he had identified.

There is nothing wrong with this inscription. Sekhmet, as the god of war in ancient Egyptian mythology, one of her hobbies is to drink human blood. Writing this in the prayer just represents her reverence and dedication.

Listening to this inscription, Chen Mo couldn't find any clues, but the unreasonable sense of crisis in his heart made him feel that there must be hidden problems in this inscription that he hadn't discovered.

But no matter how Chen Mo checked over and over again, he still had no clue.

Evelyn on the side also curiously tried to decipher these words, but also found nothing.

The only thing that can be called a harvest is that after opening several other jars, they found through comparison that these five jars were not made in one batch.

"Look here, pay attention to the inscription inside!" Evelyn showed her discovery to Chen Mo and the Egyptologist. Because of the problem of light, she struck a match and illuminated the inner wall of the jar with the inscription on it. There is a line of small Egyptian characters: "This is a monk's script, a font that only priests could write in ancient Egypt. It is different from our common hieroglyphs. It is more used for shorthand and writing. What is written on it It's two words meaning 'Warrior of Sekhmet' and a name, I can only spell it out, but I can't translate it."

"A warrior of Sekhmet? This is not surprising. Sekhmet was the god of war, and most of the people who believed in her in that era were warriors or powerful people. It is not surprising that they claimed to be her warriors." Egypt on the side Scholars don't seem to be surprised by this.

However, Evelyn had a different opinion on this, but at this moment the match in her hand went out, and when she was about to strike another match, Chen Mo took out a small LED penlight and illuminated the light in her hand. jars.

"Wow, what is this? It looks like a flashlight." Several people noticed the thing in Chen Mo's hand, and couldn't help but let out a voice of surprise, but they didn't think it was too strange.

In the era of 1925, Edison had already invented a commercially available light bulb, and dry batteries were also invented in 1887. This kind of mobile lighting equipment also appeared at the end of the 19th century, but it was not so small and delicate.

"It's just a flashlight, but it's a little easier to use than ordinary ones." Chen Mo didn't bother to explain, but just picked up the jar and shone it with the pen-shaped flashlight in his hand, hoping to find more discoveries.

But just as he was turning the jar in his hand, Evelyn suddenly stopped him and asked him to hold it still while carefully identifying the shadow of the text on the jar due to the light transmission.

"What is this..." The Egyptian scholar on the side also noticed the shadow of the text on the jar due to the light transmission, and raised the monocle on his face to see it more clearly: "This is the text inside the jar. But why did it become like this? This means..."

"The warrior chosen by God." Evelyn recognized the meaning of the shadow after the text originally engraved on the inside of the jar was reversed due to light transmission: "It means that the owner of these burial urns is A warrior chosen by Sekhmet."