Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1873: The Sun Wheel (77)
Chapter 1873 Shining on the Sun Wheel (Seventy Seven)
"How is that possible.? The lifespan of a human being is only about 150 years at most." Lawrence, the counselor who was on the sidelines, muttered.
"If there are no errors in the historical records, King Menes obviously lived much longer than ordinary humans. Moreover, the three hundred years he ruled Egypt was before Menes began to pursue immortality." Academician Zuster solemnly said Said: "I can only say that King Menes himself has a more special physique than a normal human being. As for how long he will live, no one knows. We suspect that he continues to live in some special form even in modern times. "
"Absolutely---yes---no---possible---possible---!" Bedivere exclaimed in disbelief after hearing the other party's theology.
"To verify this, it's very simple." Academician Zuster raised his hand and made a "you ask first" gesture to Bedivere, signaling the werewolf youth to be the first to go over and watch the scene in the coffin.
There are steps on both sides of the open coffin to see it. In other words, after the top cover is opened and folded to the sides, it becomes a step, and the design is also wonderful.
Bediver swallowed a mouthful of saliva, took courage and walked up the steps step by step, glancing into the coffin. At first he thought he could see an embalmed mummy in the huge coffin. However, it is not.
It was an empty coffin. There is nothing in it except for some gold and silver treasures and other funerary objects.
Pharaoh Menes did not sleep in this empty coffin. Never had.
"How is it, Mr. Bedivere?" Seeing the werewolf youth standing beside the coffin, Academician Zuster asked, "Is there really no body inside?"
"I don't understand," Bedivere asked suspiciously, "Where did his body go?"
"Huhuhu------" Academician Zuster followed up the steps, got close to the werewolf youth, and glanced at the empty coffin with only the burial objects as if confirming: "Perhaps, He really found some way to prolong his life a lot, and he is still alive until now. It is true that it is not eternal life, and it will end one day. But it does not mean that he does not pursue it. People The more you have, the more you want to live longer, right?"
"But I still don't understand, even so, why did he pretend to be dead, build an ancient tomb of this size here, and put his vast treasures as funerary objects?"
"Maybe it's just a treasure trove, left to his descendants." Big Lawrence said without thinking: "Maybe one day the Egyptian royal family has fallen and is destitute, and this treasure will be needed to make a comeback."
"Maybe," Bedivere replied, a little gloomily. He doesn't actually care.
As for Academician Zuster, he also took out an object from the grave goods of the empty coffin. Unlike lavish gold and silver treasures, that treasure—probably not even a treasure—looks very modest and understated.
It is a pair of black-rimmed glasses.
"This is?" Bedivere asked curiously. The Myerson Brothers would pay a huge price to reach this treasure, is it just for this thing?
"Mr. Bedivere, what I'm telling you now is a well-kept secret, and I sincerely hope you don't tell the story here." Academician Zuster held the black frame Spectacles said: "If the word leaks out and the Egyptian government knows the true value of this pair of glasses, it may be confiscated."
"So, what the **** is this..." Bedivere looked at the pair of black-rimmed glasses, but couldn't see how unique it was. This is obviously just a pair of eyes, and its lenses do not deflect and distort the light. It is a complete flat mirror and is worn for decoration.
"There is no official record of this artifact in historical materials, and only a very small number of people in the world know its existence... and its secrets." Academician Zuster explained mysteriously: "But this pair of black-rimmed glasses is different from any artifact you've ever seen. It's already decisively different in terms of how it works. It can be said to be more than [magic], like [miracle]."
Academician Zuster lowered his voice and solemnly told the werewolf youth: "This [Mirror of the Elder] can modify Karma and forcibly distort fate. No matter what things in the world, it can change their effects. One more second."
"Huh!?" Bedivere was confused.
"For example, a person who was supposed to be dying, his life was originally scheduled to end at 12:01 today. After wearing these black-rimmed glasses, his life can last until 12:01 ; For example, the power of a battery was originally enough for a machine to run for just one hour, but after using this artifact, it can run extremely fine for one hour and one second."
"Pfft. I don't know what's the point of this, just an extra second..."
"That's right, it just lasts one more second. It's created out of nothing, giving people who should be dead an extra second to live, and energy that should be depleted for an extra second. Insurmountable in the universe The laws of physics have been forcibly distorted by it." Academician Zuster stared at Bedivere: "Energy will not increase for no reason, and life will not be prolonged for no reason. It breaks these things that were once thought to be absolutely impossible to break. The iron law -- do you know how huge and epoch-making the effect of this prop is?"
Bedivere doesn't buy it much: "I probably understand what you're saying. But it's still just a **** pair of broken glasses with little effect."
"Perhaps. But what if I told you that it was the ancient gods who made these glasses?"
Bediver's expression suddenly turned serious.
Indeed, twisting fate (Kama), creating something out of nothing, this technology has not even been mastered by the ancient gods. It is estimated that only the existences higher than the ancient gods, the ancient gods, have this kind of technical power.
But all this still doesn't explain anything, and Bedivere doesn't understand what the Zuster and Myerson Brotherhood are trying to prove. Pharaoh Menes, who owns the [Yingqi Orb], can "see" all the secrets in the world, so he can find such a huge treasure. This [Mirror of the Elder] was originally an extremely rare artifact. Well, let's assume that it came from the hands of the ancient gods. It is one of the few magic weapons left by the ancient gods in the world. But so what? Isn't it natural that it can be found by Menes and stored here?
"I know you are wondering, Mr. Bedivere." Seeing the werewolf youth's even more puzzled look, Zuster replied, "There are actually only two things I want to say: First, rumors say that [Yingqi Orb] In fact, only the ancient gods can use it effectively. How exactly they used that kind of thing, we don't know. But King Menes can use it. Second, King Menes can use it to find Biying Qibaozhu is also a high-level treasure. And this has been proved."
He dangled the seemingly unremarkable black-rimmed glasses in front of Bedivere.
Bedivere seems to finally understand what he's saying. At the same time he understood, his eyes widened: "You want to say that Pharaoh Menes is an ancient god-human race------?!"
"It's not a pure ancient protoss, maybe he just has some ancient protoss blood." Zust explained: "This reasoning explains a lot, including his unusual longevity."
"Interesting." Eric, the strategist on the side, hummed, as if he had another idea. Hearing Academician Zuster's bold conclusion, Eric should also be shocked. But he didn't have time to show shock, he was already thinking about something else.
"Okay, okay, let me clarify my thoughts." Bedivere waved his hand to interrupt the other party, "So, what you're claiming is actually only two points: First, Menes is estimated to have the ancient gods. Bloodline; two, he might be alive now?"
"Yes, basically these two points." Academician Zuster carefully put away the mirror of the elder in a special container, and said, "We are excavating this time to get evidence that these two Arguments. The first argument, from the current situation, is estimated to be enough to prove. To fully prove the second argument, we have to take the glasses back for a thorough analysis. I just hope that the glasses have any traces of Menes left on them. Genetic material, which we can analyze."
"I guess that's a lot of trouble," Bedivere hummed. It was a pair of glasses that had been stored in the coffin of the ancient tomb thousands of years ago. Did the Brotherhood still want to find Menes' genetic material from the sweat or dandruff on the glasses. Difficulty is estimated to be very large.
"Anyway, the purpose of our trip has been achieved, and it's enough to get here." Academician Zuster smiled indifferently with satisfaction: "Let's go back?"
"Okay." That's probably the only point Bedivere has had no objection to so far. He was fed up with tomb expeditions and started to miss the ground.
While the Big Lawrence was still picking around, looking for gold coins from the treasure pile. Although he was told that he would be searched by the Egyptian government on the way back, the total value of the treasures that he could take away could not exceed 10,000 Egyptian coins. But this greedy guy still wanted to try to find something more valuable to take away, probably thinking that he might be able to get away with it.
"Stop picking, anyway, you can only take 10,000 Egyptian coins with you, can you just grab a handful of gold coins and go away?" Bedivere said impatiently.
"Wait, just wait." Big Lawrence looked left and right with the gold coin, "at least let me pick a few good ones. The Egyptian government may not know the goods, they thought I took them away. 10,000. In fact, I went to the black market and sold it as an antique, and I could buy 50,000 or 60,000."
"Unbelievable..." Bedivere hummed angrily.
"Well, the way back has also been established, and there should be no danger in walking carefully." Academician Zuster said: "The person in charge of the response will be here soon. You can choose slowly here, we will go first. "
"Okay, be careful on the road." Big Lawrence didn't care.
"Tsk------" Bedivere grabbed a handful of gold coins and stuffed it into Big Lawrence's arms, then pinched the guy's ears and dragged him away: "Damn! Go! What a waste of time!"
"But!------"
"Mr. Bedivere, behind you!" Counselor Eric suddenly exclaimed.
"What?" The werewolf youth felt strange at this time. There was a gust of wind rushing behind him, and some kind of hidden weapon flew towards his back, or more correctly, it was rain of some kind of hidden weapon! I'm afraid it's not because there are still murder traps hidden in the treasure pile, but just now Bedivere grabbed a handful of gold coins with his hands and touched the hidden trap!
"Yeah!" It was too late to use the tungsten tortoise tongue whip to protect himself, so Bedivere had to push Lawrence out first!
"Humph!" Seeing that Bedivere didn't have time to dodge, Eric, the counselor, thought that if he didn't help, the werewolf youth would become a hornet's nest! He jumped out of the wheelchair he was sitting in, and kicked the floating wheelchair with his foot, causing the wheelchair to fly towards Bedivere! The wheelchair passing through the air just became Bedivere's bunker, blocking the rain of dozens of hidden weapons that came flying!
dong dong dong dong dong! After a sound of metal colliding with each other, the ancient tomb was roaring!
"Boss!" Big Lawrence also exclaimed. Because he touched the trap, the door of the tomb was closing quickly. Big Lawrence fled to the door of the tomb while exclaiming, and waved to Bedivere and Eric to follow!
Bedivere, who had already injured his leg, was planning to run out of the door with all his strength, hoping to catch up. But he instantly caught a glimpse of Eric, the strategist who fell to the ground. Eric's action of jumping out of the wheelchair and kicking it hard just now had obvious side effects. The guy's leg was broken under the excessive force! Just as he was about to get up, he fell down again! Originally, he could concentrate on making his whole person "fly" and float in mid-air! But the sudden blood loss of the broken leg made him unable to concentrate on such a delicate operation! From this injury, it seems that ~IndoMTL.com~ no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape the golden gate of the closing tomb in time!
The door is one-third closed, and if this goes on, even Bedivere won't be able to escape!
"Run!" Eric yelled at Bedivere, knowing he couldn't escape.
"I can't." The werewolf youth said, running over to pick up Eric the counselor, intending to escape with him.
"You're an idiot!" Eric snarled.
Be aware of the risks of doing this stupid thing before Bedivere does it. The werewolf youth who had injured one leg had to carry another person to escape, which was a complete courtship for death. And now, it's too late. The golden tomb door closed faster and faster with the passage of time, leaving only a small gap in seconds. And the werewolf youth Bedivere, who was carrying the counselor Eric, didn't even run a few steps, and was trapped in this closed tomb by the tomb's mechanism.
"Oh, damn." Bedivere snorted.
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