Chapter 12: The Glory of the World in the Wheel of the Sun Thirty-Eight

Bediwell seemed to hear a piercing sound wave explode not far in front of him, but the uncomfortable feeling lasted less than half a second. High-frequency sound waves, inaudible to normal humans, shot out from the small spherical golems and exploded in front of the steel gate, and the high-frequency vibrations spread along the steel gate, and seemed to spread within the structure of the gate. The high-frequency sound wave not only has a powerful loosening effect on the sand and stone, it also seems to be effective in destroying the door lock, and it is shocked by the sound waves of the three golems, and the lock inside the gate is estimated to have been broken, and the shock is loose, and Bediwell can even hear the sound of the door loosening!

Open it for me!!Two more things that resemble floating shields flew out of Eric's wheelchair, but instead of shields, they were swords. The floating blade immediately spun extremely and slammed into the loose gate with a high degree!

Prepare to withstand the impact!" shouted Eric the Strategist, moving several floating shields straight ahead!

Two floating blades slammed into the iron door and exploded at the same time! They exploded just right, right between the two steel gates. The door, which had been shaken loose by the sound waves, and the lock was already crumbling, withstood this explosion, and was immediately opened from the middle, or rather, it was forcibly shaken open!

A stairwell-like place appeared on the opposite side of the door, and everyone did not hesitate for a moment, and rushed directly into the door. And the big Lawrence, who was walking in the back, threw something out with a backhand.

You look around at Ganshbedivir and just want to ask.

Boom!!A violent explosion was born behind Bediwell and the others. The rain of arrows in the sky was shooting towards the back of the werewolf youth and the others, but they were shaken away by the explosive storm. However, although the momentum of the explosion was large, it was actually not as powerful as its momentum, and the werewolf youth only felt a relatively strong shock wave from behind him, but did not feel the heat and lethality.

Close the door! Close the door! Academician Zust shouted as he rushed through the hallway. Bediwell pushed Lawrence away with one hand, his tungsten tongue whip already flying out, and at the same time hooked the handrails on either side of the steel gate, closing them again! The two gates were quickly pulled by the whip, and they were firmly closed with a thud, and the countless poisonous arrows shot from the side of the corridor of the mechanism fell on the steel gate with a clang, and were firmly blocked!

The werewolf youth finally breathed a sigh of relief. It looks like they're out of danger for the time being.

Well, stairs. Eric, the strategist in front, looked at the deep, spiraling downward stairwell and couldn't help but be wary. I don't know what kind of sinister mechanism awaits them, or is this downward stairwell a trap in the first place?

Narrow stairwells are not easy to defend. Bediwell stepped forward to look at the situation and said, "Do you want to find someone to find a way first?"

There's no need for that. Eric detached a floating shield from his floating wheelchair and took out a rather heavy orb in his hand. He threw the orb out and rolled it down the stairs in a free-falling motion, and he drove the floating shield down with him. In this way, whether it is a pressure mechanism that may exist on the stairs or an optical sensing mechanism, it will generally be touched by this ball and a shield, and it is indeed much safer than sending a real person down to explore the way.

Hmph, interesting. Bediwell snorted.

The orb seems to have descended to the end of the floor, hitting a wall or a door, with a muffled thud. The small floating shield that Eric had released was also retracted, and he didn't touch any traps in the process.

Still, absolute security cannot be guaranteed. And Eric, the Strategist, said, "It would be best if you would take the lead, Mr. Beddywell."

OK. The werewolf youth then raised his whip to create an electrostatic protective ring and walked down the stairs in a hurry. In fact, he felt that this was a bit redundant, since he had never smelled the slightest smell of blood or iron in this gloomy stairwell, and theoretically there was nothing wrong with the stairwell itself.

In fact, if you really want to ensure the safety of the expedition, you should call someone who is proficient in Eagle Eye to lead the team. After taking a few steps, Bediwell began to mutter: If someone can use the Eagle Eye technique, the mechanisms hidden in various places will not be difficult for the expedition team at all, right?

Unfortunately, that was not possible, and the voice of Academician Zust could be heard from above the stairwell: the tomb of the first pharaoh, Menes, had been protected with the highest level of secrecy. The walls and ceilings are covered with magical shielding enchantments, and even a powerful eagle's eye cannot see through them.

That's right. It was only then that Bediwell remembered that from the strange and luxurious gilt ornaments on the ceilings of the walls had been hidden in various inscriptions that seemed to be magical. That's what it used to disrupt the Eagle Eye? Could it be that Menes had made such a magic shielding enchantment throughout the entire interior of the pyramid, eliminating all possibilities of peeping with Eagle Eye, but how much manpower and material resources would have to be spent on such a tight magic shielding enchantment throughout the entire huge ancient tomb?

Sure enough, being rich and powerful means doing anything.

Either way, Bediwell made it to the lower floors unharmed. In front of him was another iron door, and it looked extraordinarily heavy.

The staircase looks safe, you can go down to Bediwell and shout, just about to call the people above to join him. But before he could finish his words, the tungsten turtle tongue whip in his hand suddenly released a golden light, which startled the werewolf youth.

Wait, don't come down yet!

Boss, is it okay?, Lawrence upstairs asked worriedly.

Bediwell did not answer, it should be said that he was a little confused, and did not know what was going on in front of his eyes. There seemed to be no mechanism on the stairs, and the iron door in front of Bediwell's eyes didn't seem to have any mechanism, but the tungsten turtle tongue whip in Bediwell's hand was glowing or, more precisely, the pointed dagger of black moon god steel at the end of his tungsten turtle tongue whip.

The werewolf youth suddenly remembered the deep-sea exploration he had conducted with King Arthur and the others this morning, and in the deep-sea cavern of the Red Sea Trench, Beddivi found a fragment of a golden gem, and the fragment eventually ran into the inside of the Black Moon God's steel spiked dagger and fused with the dagger.

But there can be no mistake. The golden light coming out of this spiky dagger now is the same golden light that Bediwell had emitted when he was fighting the dark creatures.

The inexplicable golden light was so close to the sun's light that it was too dazzling to look at.

The golden light became more and more intense, and the tungsten turtle tongue whip writhed as if it had a life!

Are you alright, Boss?!!, the intense golden light spread up the stairwell, and Big Lawrence upstairs called out again.

It's all right! There's just a light here! Bediwell hurriedly said: For the sake of safety, don't come down yet, let me find out the situation!

Well, you stay safe!

There's a reason why Bedwell didn't call the group of scholars down above. In addition to not being able to figure out the current situation and fearing danger, Bediwell also had a vague instinct that the matter of the gold and gem fragments should not be known by others. When his tungsten tongue whip emits such a strange golden light, it is best not to have other witnesses.

And as if in response to the golden light on Bediwell's pointed dagger, the iron door opened. Inside was a small, unremarkable room with ceiling-dotted walls of hard steel. A translucent golden figure stood in the center of the room, appearing like a ghost, looking straight at Bediville like a ghost.

Frightened the werewolf youth's scalp numb.

Coming with a fragment of the Eye of the Sun, I think you're the prophesied maker of Chaos. The golden figure began to speak, no, not to speak, his lips did not move, but the voice sounded in Bediwell's head, it seemed to be some kind of telepathy.

Bettiwell felt nothing but confusion: Are you talking to me?

Despite all the efforts I have made to seal the Eye of the Sun, even hiding it in the darkest corners of the world, you have found it. The golden figure ignored Bediwell's question, and continued to say to himself: "Maker of Chaos, what are you after? Destruction or hope?

Destruction, hope, what the hell are you talking about?

I and my descendants have been instigated by the false gods who hide in the shadows, and they have searched the world for these spoonstones. However, I realized that this was a conspiracy, and did everything I could to hide the key stone in my hand in order to avoid the worst.

I don't know what you want?" Bediwell was even more depressed.

Boss, who the hell are you talking to?, Big Lawrence upstairs asked, as if he heard Bedwell's voice, but he couldn't hear what the golden phantom was telling Bedeville with his telepathy.

Nothing! Wait!Bediwell took a step back, looking at the apparition warily.

O maker of chaos. I don't know if you're here with malice, to bring the end of the world to an end, or to bring hope to turn the fate of the world that should have been at a standstill. Either way, come and be put to the test.

The prophecy ended in a blank slate.

Whether the outcome will be good or bad, no one can predict.

All I can do is stop you with all my might.

In order not to let chaos spread in my kingdom once again.

After speaking, the golden shadow suddenly turned into mist and disappeared.

It was only then that Bediwell realized that the figure just now was probably a kind of video made of magic.

And the figure of the figure is probably the first pharaoh King Menes.