Chapter 1868: The Wheel of the Shining World (Seventy-two)

At the same time (?), somewhere in Africa, in the tomb of Pharaoh Menes. Vertices M. updates the fastest

Bang!

With the final wave of explosions, the rubble that stood in front of them was shattered by the high-frequency sonic boom, and they slowly slid down like quicksand, revealing a road that was finally passable in front of Bediwell and the others.

"Ahem, ahem...... Finally!" The werewolf youth coughed and complained as he waved his hand to sweep away the dust flying everywhere, "I thought I would have to dig in this damn tomb for the rest of my life!"

"Isn't it only half an hour?" said Academician Zust, who was following behind Bediwell, "and that's how the excavation works, be patient." You haven't seen the worst yet. ＂

What is the worst thing to do, to dig for a few days or a few months? Bediwell didn't ask, a little impetuous, he didn't bother to ask such a question.

As the rubble was cleared, the road ahead was open again, and it was finally possible to see the condition of a large area in front of it. However, it is strange why the part of the corridor collapsed due to the change of the bottom shell, but the wider space in front of it was not damaged at all.

"I know what you're thinking, Mr. Bediwell. Academician Zust had already guessed through the doubts in the werewolf youth's heart, and explained first: "Ancient buildings like Menes' pyramids, large areas are generally supplemented with subspace space expansion technology, which expands the space and forms a protective energy field in that area. As a result, areas protected by this energy field are less susceptible to collapse due to crustal changes, while areas connected by ordinary corridors are more likely to collapse because they are not protected by energy fields. ＂

"I see. Bediville replied thoughtfully. After all, they've been moving around the subspace-filled area of the pyramid since they first entered it, so it's no wonder that the rooms around it are all well-preserved and show no signs of collapsing.

Bediwell didn't know how many layers they had gone into the ground now, and he had given up counting them after counting them. All he knew was that the excavation had been using the high-frequency sonic boom of the spherical golems to blast through the rubble blocking the road, so that while clearing the road, it extended diagonally downward, through a long corridor or corridor-like structure, and they finally came to the relatively large hall.

This place must have been quite deep underground, affected by years of crustal activity, although the subspace function of this hall is still intact and maintained to the point of not collapsing, the lighting has become very poor. The surrounding ceiling and the glowing magic spells on the walls seemed to be the only means of illumination, and the ruby sconces on the walls were no longer working, completely extinguished.

"Be careful, everyone, maybe there are traps in this hall. Bedivel then drew the Black Luna Steel Scimitar from his waist and smeared it with flame pine resin, using it as a torch.

Despite what he said, judging by the extent of the damage in this hall, the odds of a working killing trap were not high.

"Boss, you should take a look at this. Big Lawrence tugged at the corner of Bedigville's coat.

"What?" the werewolf youth looked at.

In the direction that Lawrence was pointing, there was a mural on the wall. Under the firelight, the gold on the mural contrasts with the dark gray of the walls, making the mural more conspicuous.

At first, Bediwell thought it was the peculiar texture of the magic spells on the walls, or some kind of purely decorative fresco. But when he looked closely, he found that the so-called mural was actually a narrative comic strip, and the simple style of the picture had its peculiar sense of delicacy.

The first picture shows a king-like figure, whose prominence is evident from the crown and scepter he carries. He was looking into the distance, and in the distance there seemed to be an island in the ripples of the ocean, and the background of the island was the picture of the sun rising.

"The first king of Egypt, Menes, had endless power over treasures. Academician Zust said suddenly. Bediwell thought Zust was telling a story, but he soon realized that the academician was actually chanting into the cuneiform script beneath the mural. What Bediville couldn't read, probably only the scholars of the Melson Brotherhood could understand.

"But the great king, who has everything, has only one thing, and cannot keep it. Academician Zust continued.

"This thing is life itself. ＂

People grow old, and one day they will grow old to death. Since ancient times, no matter how famous the princes and generals are, they have never escaped the clutches of death.

Bediwell frowned and turned to look at the second image that followed.

The second picture shows the pharaoh sitting on his throne, hiding his face from trouble. Although the fresco does not depict Menes' specific face, and only depicts the outline of the king in extremely simple strokes, it should not be difficult for the observer to see that Menes must have entered the twilight of life at this time.

Next to the throne of the pharaoh, the shape of a woman stands out. The woman's lower body was the tail of a serpent's eyes, and her face was depicted in a particularly beautiful way, as if she were saying something to the Pharaoh.

"The king, who fears death, listens to the words of the Advent and learns that there is a way to deceive time. Zust continued.

"The Advent?" asked Big Lawrence.

"Shhhhhhh

By this time, the academician had already turned his attention to the third mural.

In the third fresco, the pharaoh sits in his treasure pile with several precious stones in one hand and a book in the other. He may have found a way to immortalize himself, but his twilight was still there, and his troubles were still there, not at all like he had been rejuvenated and had been given eternal life.

"Traveling to the ends of the earth. King Depot. The king learned of the existence of the Law of Eternal Life and knew that he was a descendant of the ancient gods. But the ancient gods could not avoid death, so what could the king do?"

[The decay of the soul] ------ Bediwell had known about it for a long time, so naturally he connected everything. The ancient gods and men traveled through the old universe and came to the new universe, and they thought that they could live forever with their immortal physique, but they did not know that [the decay of the soul] broke the dream of the ancient gods and people. The ancient gods and men who will never die out, but they die because of the continuous decay of their souls, and many people suddenly fall to the ground and never get up again.

Pharaoh Menes may have found a way to make his constitution nearly immortal like that of the ancient gods and men, but he knew that he could not escape [the decay of the soul]. He will die one day, just like the ancient gods and men at that time.

No one can escape death, except ......

"[Ancient Gods of Own] ------ relics from the Deep Sea Age. At this time, Academician Zust had already moved his gaze to the next mural and said.

The style of the fourth mural has changed abruptly, from the original simple and delicate style to complex and rough.

There were no other characters in the painting, just a monster.

A monster that resembles an octopus with its head covered all the time. The thing's whiskers were the tentacles of an octopus, and its strange body was impossible to look at, with a silhouette somewhat similar to that of a deformed human, extremely rough and covered in scales. Beddwell was surprised that a gilded fresco could show such fine scales. In addition, the monster's large ring-shaped mouth with countless fangs, strange bat-like wings on its back, and a long, thick tail full of thorns all showed that it was not a creature on Earth.

"The Sleeping Old God...... Engulf...... All...... Slaughter............ Academician Zust translated intermittently and with difficulty. However, this part of the cuneiform script has become extremely illegible due to weathering and erosion over the years.

"They...... Create everything...... But he doesn't care about everything...... ＂

"They have the secret to true eternal life...... It's in the middle of [the extraneous principle]. Zust said.

Just translated to this point, Eric the strategist next to him was suddenly moved.

"You say yes [Extra-String Theory]?!" Eric, who had always been calm, excitedly asked, "Why?

Academician Zust did not directly answer Eric's question, but only shrugged his shoulders. He just translated it in cuneiform, and he didn't know much else.

"Please continue, Academician Zust. Bedivel then said. He had no interest in the theory of the strings, but only wanted to know how the series of murals had developed since then. What kind of existence the old gods are really cares about.

"Hmm...... The king discovered the secret. A conspiracy. Zust then turned his gaze to the next fresco and continued: "The king knows that if he continues to seek eternal life, he may be able to gain it, but he will lose everything because of it. ＂

The pharaoh in the mural has a solemn expression, holding a crystal ball-like object in his hand, and he is peeking into the sphere, as if he can see all the truth of the universe.

"[The Jewel of Wonder] told the king everything and the way the king should go. ＂

"Seal everything and hide the sun. In this way, the old gods will never be able to descend, and the king's descendants will be spared. ＂

"One should not pursue what is not desirable. Failure to do so will only lead to its own destruction. ＂

"The Orb of Wonder is staring at you. ＂

Academician Zust simply translated according to the text, reading it sentence by sentence. However, the text carved into the mural may have been some kind of incantation in itself, and some kind of mechanism was triggered when Zust read it all, and the stone wall where the last mural was located began to sink.

A door behind the wall, which was cleverly hidden, also appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

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