Chapter 1843 The Glory of the World in the Sun Wheel Forty-Seven

At the same time, somewhere in Africa, in the pyramid of the first pharaoh Menes.

Wow. As soon as he descended the stairs and entered the next level of the pyramid, Big Lawrence immediately let out a hilarious exclamation.

Bediwell didn't complain. Lawrence has such an exclamation for a reason. The scene before them had gone out of its way, and even Bediwell had not expected it beforehand.

The room in front of them was simply exaggerated. Originally, the walls of this ancient tomb had the kind of magic runes that shimmered on the ceiling, and even if there was no other lighting system, it should be able to illuminate the environment very brightly. However, the huge room in front of them, which was at least a thousand square feet in size, was so large that the glow of the runes that spread across the ceiling walls could not completely cover the center of it, so the room was very dark.

And it seems to be very deep. What exactly caused it to be so deep is not clear for the time being. Bediwell only felt that from the beginning of the entrance to the room, there was a mist blocking the light source, as if as soon as he entered the door, there was a bottomless abyss below, and if he stepped into it, he would fall to his death.

Let's take a look. Academician Zust raised a high-brightness flashlight for lighting and searched the road ahead.

The flashlight was so bright that it pierced through the mist and into what seemed to be a bottomless abyss at the bottom of the room, but it shone brightly.

Beneath this damn huge room turned out to be a lake.

Wait a minute. An artificial lake, in the tomb of the pharaoh?

That's, isn't it?!

Hmph, this is no ordinary water. Eric, the strategist who was quietly observing the situation, snorted.

Bediwell then took a closer look at the water in the room. Under the light of the flashlight, under the thick soup thick, the black water surface rippled. That piece of black water seems to be bottomless, but it is also possible that the water quality is originally black, and what is in it, Bediwell does not dare to imagine.

And, it seems, something is moving below the surface. The ripples on the surface of the water are not the result of wind and grass, but are probably caused by the strange things swimming beneath the surface.

Is that a fish? an ancient fish that has survived for thousands of years in the ancient tombs of the pharaohs, in an environment where there is no daylight?

But it's not. A terrifying scene emerges from the water and emerges before Bediwell's eyes. It was the bones of Sensen, the remains of some ancient sea creature that had long since died, but it appeared in front of people in the form of a necromancer. The fossil fish peeked out of the black water with spiky white bony dorsal fins, which were particularly terrifying against the white light and thick fog.

Is that a necromancy?, Bediwell muttered, "Or is it some kind of low-looking, ugly golem?"

It's all possible. The academician replied: The ancient Egyptians were ahead of the world level in the technology of making golems at that time. Necrons are not really different from golems.

Why? Bediwell was confused.

Seeing Bedeville's ignorance, Strategist Eric frowned and explained: The so-called necromancy you are talking about is actually a technology that injects commanding photon cores into corpses to make them move. The golem is directly loaded with a carrier containing a command photon core, placed into some kind of manufactured body, and made it move. Both are also puppets driven by a photonic core.

This is the first time I've heard Beddie say that.

It would be more correct to say that the technology of creating a photonic core is closer to a spell than a magic. Spells were very popular in ancient Egypt, and the ancient Egyptians were best at sealing some kind of commanding photon into the core, and using the core to manipulate the golem's actions. Eric continued, glancing involuntarily at his brother Lawrence, the Great, though only in a fleeting light: it was the Egyptians who knew how to manipulate a large number of golems to replace human labor, so they had enough labor to build large structures like pyramids. Of course, some delicate parts, such as inscribed magic runes on the wall, still need to be done manually. The golems are too stupid to do it.

Scold. Bediwell snorted in reply. I have seen it for a long time.

But whether it was a necromancer or a golem, the bone fish swimming in the black water in front of them was still a very dangerous thing. It is clear that they had been instructed by the builders of this pyramid to annihilate anyone who tried to pass through here.

It is very irrational to swim across this large artificial lake with bare hands. What's more, Bediwell was originally a landlubber.

I'm sure you have the equipment to cross the lake, right?" Bediwell turned to Academician Zust and asked, "Let me tell you first, I don't know how to swim, and I'm going to drown in the water." And there seem to be a lot of monsters lurking in this damn black water, and I'm not going to fight them in the water.

There is equipment for crossing the lake, and the excavation team will always prepare the corresponding equipment for various situations before coming. Zust then said: I just don't know if I can withstand the attack of the monster in the water.

Then there were already several scholars behind him who had taken out strange backpack-like objects from their pockets. When they were spread out on the ground and began to inflate themselves, Bediwell realized that they were all inflatable rubber boats.

Aha, do you want us to go in a balloon, interesting. Bediwell sarcastically said: Then I can only sincerely hope that these balloons will not be punctured by the bone spurs of those monsters in the middle of the lake crossing.

This is a special high-toughness reinforced rubber that cannot be cut with a knife. A scholar muttered. However, he was obviously afraid of Bediville and did not dare to speak loudly in front of the werewolf youth.

Phew, Bedeville went over and pinched the dinghy a few times. The rubber of the rubber boat is indeed very strong, Bediwell took out the dagger and cut it a few times in a row and even stabbed it a few times, the rubber is not only flexible enough to withstand the cutting and piercing, but also deformed with the blade, relying on the elastic deformation of the special reinforced rubber itself to offset the force of the blade puncture.

Overall, the dinghy does look very sturdy. Whether it will be able to withstand the attacks of the bone fish in the water, who don't know if it's a necromancer or a golem, is unknown. But since they don't have a better way to cross the lake in Bediville, he can only rely on these rubber boats that he doesn't know if they are reliable.

If you're so scared, I can cross the lake alone and send you there with a teleporter. Strategist Eric said to Bedwell. There was no sarcasm in his tone, but as a landlubber, Bedeville always felt that Eric was mocking him.

No. Aren't there only two teleporters left, so let's keep them? Maybe the traps on the lower floors will be even more dangerous. Bediwell said angrily.

If you insist. Eric didn't speak anymore. Anyway, he is the least worried person here. The Strategist didn't even need to rely on these rubber boats to cross the lake, as his wheelchair was already floating and could fly directly above the water. In fact, when everyone is sitting in a rubber boat and has limited mobility, only the floating shield released by Eric can keep the excavation team safe.

The premise, of course, that the monsters in the water didn't sink the dinghy.

Bang, la, la. The researchers threw the dinghy down and let it float on the water at the edge of the room. There was a delay from the edge of the room, and if the scholars hadn't held on to the ropes of the dinghy with their hands, the dinghy might have floated away before they could get down for the ride.

Bediwell also cautiously jumped down and landed on the dinghy. In fact, this thing is not as bad as the werewolf youth imagined, the part of it that touches the water surface is almost inflated, only the circle next to it is a bucket-shaped fence formed by inflation.

Designed for backcountry whitewater adventures, the bottom of this dinghy is heavily thickened with reinforced rubber, and the thick and stiff bottom of the dinghy even allows people to stand on it without shaking at all. This design not only makes the dinghy itself more stable during sailing, but also prevents air leakage caused by all possible sharp rocks from below the surface of the water that can scratch the inflatable part of the dinghy.

It's not as bad as you think. Big Lawrence jumped onto the dinghy and landed beside Bediwell. The guy even deliberately shook the rubber boat like a mischief, as if to scare the already nervous Bediwell.

Don't make a fuss. The werewolf youth then gave Big Lawrence a blank look, and fiercely.

Poof. Big Lawrence sat down cross-legged honestly, but he still snickered, and Bediwell wanted to kill him.

The werewolf youth grabbed the handrail on the edge of the rubber boat with one hand, and unfolded the electromagnetic protective ring of the tungsten tortoise tongue whip. Although he was not sure if the electromagnetic protective ring would be able to defend against attacks from below the water's surface, he had no other means of defense for the time being, and it was better than nothing to deploy the protective ring.

So, let's get out. Eric, the Strategist floating on the water in a floating wheelchair, glanced at Bedwell and Big Lawrence, a very subtle look on his face, but fleeting. The floating shield he released had already turned into a large-scale shield battle, patrolling around the three rubber boats, but this shield array could only defend against attacks coming from the side, and it was estimated that there was no way to defend against attacks from the bottom of the water, especially from under the boat.

Let's hope those bony fish don't sink the boat. Academician Zust also said, sitting next to Bediville, as if he thought that Bedivel could provide him with some protection.

Boom Boom Boom. With the rotation of the propellers driven by small motors, the three rubber boats slowly moved towards the other side of the lake, about a hundred yards away, with a very small noise. Scholars believe that this level of noise can avoid irritating things underwater as much as possible, but Bediville is not optimistic.

The werewolf youth seemed to be able to sense that something was watching them in the foggy fog and ominous black water.