Chapter 1875: The Glory of the World in the Sun Wheel (Seventy-Nine)

Regarding the affairs of the ancient gods and people, the werewolf young Bediwell actually knows better than Eric, the strategist. So when Eric mentions that humans and orcs are slave races of the ancient gods-human race, Bediwell has probably guessed the ins and outs of the matter.

In fact, strictly speaking, human beings are the slave race of the ancient gods and men, and they are the races created by the ancient gods and people to provide basic labor. But when humans were created, they were created to have an astonishing fertility, so they had a huge population base after a few generations. The ancient gods and men were deeply afraid that humans would rebel, so they created the orc race to be used as "rulers of mankind".

Orcs, regardless of their clan, are stronger and more gifted than humans, but they also have more "commands" at the level of genetic factors engraved in their bodies. Humans are free to use magic, but orcs cannot, and orcs can only use a limited number of genesis magic, such as [Beastification] and [Madness].

According to a previous Crimson Plague event in Athens, the population of each race of orcs was even restricted. After the population of an orc clan grows to a certain point, the old, weak, sick and disabled people of that clan will begin to suffer from the incurable disease [Scarlet Plague], which seems to be a disease, but in fact it is a certain gene in the orc body that controls the population, and strangles the over-flooded population.

Anyway, whether it is the [slave race] or the [slave race that manages slaves], they are all creations of the ancient gods and people, and they must accept the rule of the ancient gods and people. It is not surprising that the ancient gods and humans planted that kind of genetically level [command] in the bodies of humans and orcs.

That way, everything makes sense. Spells should indeed be the great spells used by the ancient gods and humans to control humans and orcs.

It is obviously very difficult for humans to succeed in casting a curse on humans. But if it were the ancient gods and orcs who cast a spell on humans or orcs?------ because humans and orcs had to obey the ancient gods at the genetic level, the spell would be 100% successful.

Bediwell then remembered something else. As Eric mentioned earlier, Pharaoh Menes had cast a curse on all Egyptians, making it impossible for all humans of Egyptian descent to make up their minds about the [Orb of Wonder]. Because of the curse of the first pharaohs, the Egyptians could never find or touch the [Orb of Wonder].

As for the facts, Bediwell will not make up his mind first. But as Academician Zust had just mentioned, it was highly likely that the first pharaoh, Menes, had the blood of the ancient gods and men. If that were the case, it didn't seem impossible that Menes could cast a curse on all Egyptians and their descendants.

I see. Eric, the Strategist, was thinking thoughtfully just now, was it because he had figured it out?

"But I've never heard of a hybrid of the ancient gods and men among the human race. Bediwell then complained, "Wasn't the ancient god race infertile, and it was precisely because they were barren and forced by [the decay of the soul] that they eventually perished, right?"

"You don't ask me that, if only I knew. Eric shrugged, "Maybe they found a way to create a hybrid of the ancient gods and humans?------ neither the ancient gods nor the humans, but the [demigods] in between." Of course, human beings are only a slave race, and the existence of such demigods must be a taboo, and the ancient gods and human races disdained to mention it, and few people in the human camp knew about it. ＂

"You said so much and didn't get to the point. Bediwell seemed to have figured something out again, staring at Eric, "So, what's the matter with your brother's talent for spells------?

"Our ancestors may have been of demigod blood, yes. Eric also looked at Bediwell, and then smiled indifferently with a slight self-deprecation: "But after countless generations, this bloodline must have become extremely thin. The elder brother is a special case, an atavistic phenomenon, where the demigod bloodline, which was so thin that it was almost negligible, suddenly became stronger. That's why he has such a terrifying talent for spells. ＂

"Did your great teacher Clarna tell you?" asked Bedeville suddenly.

Strategist Eric was stunned: "Not my teacher. Strictly speaking, she was just her brother's spell teacher. But yes. She told me most of the information herself. The rest is the result of my own verified observations. ＂

"But all this is your one-sided rhetoric. Bediwell frowned: "I can't believe it like that. Okay, I'll talk to your brother when I go back and see what he thinks. ＂

Eric's face changed instantly: "No. This is absolutely not allowed to be known to my brother!"

"Why?"

"No...... That's what the big teacher told me again and again. Eric said vaguely, "Do you really want to tell my brother that he unconsciously cast a spell on me and paralyzed me for the rest of my life?!"

"Hmm...... That's right...... Bediwell flinched.

"It's a secret. Believe it or not, whatever you want. Eric, the strategist, said angrily, "I'm just reminding you, watch out for my brother." Don't look at my brother's appearance now, he has the ability to curse and kill others, and humans and orcs are within the range of what he can curse and kill. ＂

Every time Eric mentioned the word [curse], Bedeville felt a chill down his spine.

At the same time, the shouts of Big Lawrence sounded outside the door: "Boss?------ brother?------ are you still inside, not dead?"

"Not dead yet!" Bediwell shouted in response.

"Stay away from the gate, now plant explosives, it's going to detonate!"

"Got it------" Bediwell agreed, turning his head to look at Eric the Strategist, "I doubt explosives can blow up such a gate." ＂

"I'm afraid it won't work. Eric replied indifferently.

Boom!!There was an explosion outside the door, which shook violently and even shook the ceiling. But the golden gate remained untouched. There must have been some sort of mechanism inside it that locked the door, and the impact of the explosion couldn't move it in the slightest.

"Can't you. Increase the amount of explosives?" said Big Lawrence's voice outside the door.

"No! This is already the maximum amount of explosives that can be used!" Academician Zust said: "If we add more explosives, even the passage will be in danger of collapsing! We will not be able to save people, but will bury ourselves alive!"

＂...... It seems to be a lot of trouble. Bediwell snorted.

"I don't think they can blow the door open. "The doors of the tombs were clearly designed to defend against invaders, and the ancient Egyptians were so skilled in making such mechanisms that in some places even modern people could not match." ＂

"What then? Do we have to be trapped in a place like this?"

"There must be an emergency switch in this tomb to reopen the gate that was blocked by mistake. Eric continued: "Look around. ＂

"Okay. The werewolf youth got up from where he was sitting, and he glanced at Eric the Strategist again. Eric was pale from a broken leg and blood loss. Human beings are really fragile. It seems that those simple first aid measures are not enough, and Bediwell should get Eric out of this tomb as soon as possible and find a doctor to treat him.

Still, Bediwell didn't have a clue where to start. This burial chamber was already quite large, large and full of treasures, and there were hidden mechanisms in the treasures. Searching for it like this without a clue may only trigger more killer traps and make the situation worse.

"Hmph...... Bediwell drew a tungsten tongue whip. It's just that I have this idea by instinct. But the werewolf youth suddenly felt that the electrostatic protective ring of the tungsten turtle tongue whip seemed to be able to help something.

If it can sense the danger around it and act automatically to keep Bediwell safe, then it should also be able to sense the faint electromagnetic field that changes around it, and find the [unnatural] place in this room full of treasures.

"Electromagnetic induction? Good idea...... Eric's face grew paler. Even with medical gel to stop the bleeding, the problem of internal bleeding from the broken leg continued to worsen. Eric, the Strategist, was starting to get a little delirious. He lay resting beside a pile of gold coins, as if he would fall asleep forever at any moment.

"Don't fall asleep. Bear with me, and you'll find the mechanism in no time. Bediwell couldn't help but be a little anxious. He took the whip and chanted prayerfully, even though he had no god to worship: "Please." Give me a clue. Even a small hint would be ------."

Eric was getting more and more sleepy, and his eyelids were about to fall. He could only barely keep himself conscious with his will, but his eyes had narrowed into a slit.

It was at this time that Bediwell's left arm began to glow. It should be said that it was the arm ring on the prosthetic leg of his left arm, and [the sun god's sun wheel] was glowing. Presumably sensing the user's imminent or urgent thoughts, this mysterious artifact of unknown purpose began to activate. Before Bediwell could realize it, it slid out of Bediwell's arm, and suddenly flew to the spot where he held the tungsten tongue whip.

Since Bediwell had formed a ring with a whip in his left hand, the armband flew near Bediwell's fist, and it floated mysteriously, roaring with the pouring of golden light.

"Huh......?" Feeling a burst of golden light grow stronger, Eric's eyes were barely able to open them anymore, but he struggled to open them slightly, trying to see what was happening in front of him.

Of course, he could barely see what was in front of him when he could only open his eyes slightly. All he could see was that the werewolf Bediwell was holding aloft something that glowed violently.

That thing seems to be a ring. It was lifted into the air and glowed with a bright light, spinning and roaring, and something satellite-like flew around it.

Like the sun.