Text Chapter 1873 - The Wheel of the Glory of the World (77)

Chapter 1873: The Wheel of the Glory of the Sun (Seventy-Seven)

"How could it be. The lifespan of human beings is only about 150 years at most. Lawrence, the strategist who was listening, muttered.

"If there are no errors in the historical records, it is clear that King Menes lived much longer than the average human. Moreover, he ruled Egypt for more than 300 years, before Menes began his quest for eternal life. Academician Zust said solemnly: "I can only say that King Menes himself has a constitution that is more special than that of normal humans. 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 --- --- --- --- can ------!," Bediville exclaimed incredulously after listening to the other party's theology.

"It's very simple to verify this. Academician Zust raised his hand and made a [please] gesture to Bediwell, motioning for the young werewolf to be the first to go over and see the scene in the coffin.

The open coffin had steps on both sides to walk up to see it. Or maybe when the lid is opened and folded to the sides, it becomes a step, and the design is wonderful.

Bediwell swallowed, plucked up the courage to walk up the steps, and glanced into the coffin. At first, he thought he would see a embalmed mummy in the huge coffin. However, this is not the case.

It was an empty coffin. There was nothing but some funerary goods such as gold and silver treasures.

Pharaoh Menes did not sleep in this empty coffin. Not ever.

"How is it, Mr. Beddyville?" Seeing the werewolf youth in a daze beside the coffin, Academician Zust asked, "Is there really no body in it?"

"I don't understand," asked Bediwell, with a puzzled face, "where did his body go?"

"Huhuhu------" Academician Zust followed up the steps and approached the werewolf youth's side, and at the same time glanced at the empty coffin with only burial goods as if confirmed: "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 there will be an end one day. But that doesn't mean he doesn't pursue it. The more people have, the more they want to live longer, don't they?"

"But I still don't understand, even so, why did he make a fake death, build an ancient tomb of this scale here, and put his vast treasure in as a burial gift?"

"Maybe it's just a treasure trove for his descendants. Without even thinking about it, Lawrence said, "Perhaps one day the Egyptian royal family will fall and be destitute, and this treasure will be needed to make a comeback." ＂

"Perhaps. Bediwell replied a little depressed. He doesn't really care.

Academician Zust, on the other hand, also took out an object from the empty coffin. Unlike extravagant gold and silver treasures, the ------ may not even be considered a treasure------ it looks very modest and low-key.

It is a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

"What is this?" asked Bediwell, curious. Will the Melson brothers spend a great deal of money to reach this treasure, is it just for this thing?

"What I am saying to you, Mr. Bediwell, is a well-kept secret, and I sincerely hope that you will not tell the matter here. Academician Zust took the pair of black-rimmed glasses and said: "If the news leaks and the Egyptian government knows the true value of these glasses, it may be confiscated." ＂

"So, what the hell is this...... Bediwell looked at the black-rimmed glasses, but couldn't see anything unique about them. It's just a pair of eyes, and its lenses don't deflect the light, it's a complete flat glass, and it's worn for decorative purposes.

"There is no official record of this artifact in historical records, and only a very small part of the world knows about its existence...... As well as secrets. Academician Zust mysteriously explained, "But these black-rimmed glasses are unlike any artifact you've ever seen, and they're already decisively different in terms of how they work. It can be said that it transcends [magic] and is like a [miracle]. ＂

Academician Zust lowered his voice and solemnly told the werewolf youth: "This [Elder's Mirror] is capable of modifying Karma and forcibly distorting fate. No matter what is in the world, it can keep their effects for an extra second. ＂

"Huh!?" Bediwell was confused.

"For example, the life of a man who was supposed to be dying was supposed to end at twelve o'clock today. With this black-rimmed glass, his life lasts until twelve hours and one second, and for example, a battery that is supposed to be enough to run a machine for just one hour can be used for an hour and one second after using this artifact. ＂

"Poof. I don't know what the point of this thing is, just one more second...... ＂

"That's right, just one more second. It made something out of nothing, giving people who should have died an extra second to live, and energy that should have been depleted an extra second. The insurmountable laws of physics in the universe have been forcibly distorted by it. Academician Zust glared at Bediwell: "Energy would not have increased for no reason, and life would not have been extended for no reason. It broke these iron laws that were once thought to be absolutely impossible to break------ do you know how great and epoch-making the effect of this prop is?"

Bediwell didn't buy it: "I probably understand what you say. But it's still just a pair of damn broken glasses with little effect. ＂

"Perhaps. But what if I told you that the one who made these glasses was the Old Gods?"

Bediwell's expression suddenly became serious.

Indeed, distorting fate (karma) is a technique that has not even been mastered by the ancient gods and people. It is estimated that only the existence of a higher level than the ancient gods ------ human race the ancient gods and ------ possess this kind of technical power.

But none of this says anything, and Bediwell doesn't understand what Zust and the Melson Brotherhood are trying to prove. Pharaoh Menes, who possessed the [Wonder Orb], could "see" all the secrets of the world, which is why he was able to find such a huge amount of treasure. This [Elder's Mirror] was originally an extremely rare artifact, but let's assume that it was from the hands of the ancient gods, and it was one of the few magic weapons left by the ancient gods in the world. But so what? Isn't it only natural that it could be found and stored here by Menes?

"I know you're confused, Mr. Bedwell. Seeing the werewolf youth's expression even more puzzled, Zust replied, "There are really only two things I want to say: First, it is rumored that the [Reflection Orb] can actually only be used effectively by the ancient gods and people. We don't know exactly how they use that kind of thing. But King Menes can use it. Second, King Menes was able to use it to find treasures that were even higher than the Orb of Wonder. And this has been proven. ＂

He took the seemingly unremarkable black-rimmed glasses and shook them in front of Bedeville.

Bediwell seemed to finally understand what the other man meant. While he understood, his eyes also widened: "You want to say that Pharaoh Menes is an ancient god and human race------?!"

"It's not a pure-blooded ancient god and human race, maybe he just has a little ancient god and human blood. Zust explains: "This inference explains many things, including his unusual longevity. ＂

"Interesting. Eric, the strategist on the side, snorted, as if he had another idea. Hearing such a bold conclusion from Academician Zust, Eric should have been shocked. But he didn't have time to show his shock, he was already thinking about something else.

"Okay, okay, let me clear my mind. Bedeville interrupted with a wave of his hand, "So, you really only have two points to claim: one, Menes is estimated to have the blood of the ancient gods and men, and two, he may still be alive?"

"That's right, that's basically it. Academician Zust carefully put away the Elder's Mirror in a special container and said, "We have excavated this time to obtain evidence to prove these two arguments. The first argument is probably sufficient in the light of the current situation. To prove the second argument thoroughly, we have to take our glasses back for a thorough analysis. I just hope that there is any genetic material left on the glasses that will allow us to analyze it. ＂

"I think that's enough to choke. Bediwell snorted. It was a pair of glasses that had been stored in a coffin in an ancient tomb thousands of years ago, and the Brotherhood wanted to find Menes' genetic material from the sweat or dandruff that had been stained on the glasses. I guess it's a lot of difficulty.

"In any case, the purpose of our trip has been achieved, and it is enough to get here. Academician Zust smiled indifferently with satisfaction: "Shall we go back?"

"Good. This is probably the only point that Bediwell has not disputed so far. He's had enough of tomb exploration and is starting to miss the ground.

And Big Lawrence was still picking and choosing from the sidelines, looking for gold coins from the treasure pile. Although he was informed that he would be searched by the Egyptian government on the way back, and the total value of the treasure he could take with him could not exceed 10,000 Egyptian dollars. But the greedy guy still wanted to find something more valuable and take it away, probably thinking that he might be able to get away with it.

"Don't pick it, you can only take 10,000 Egyptian coins anyway, why don't you just grab a handful of gold coins and go?" Bediwell said impatiently.

"Just wait, wait. Big Lawrence, however, took the gold coin and looked left and right, "At least let me pick a few good ones." The Egyptian government doesn't necessarily know these things, they think I took 10,000 yuan, but in fact I went to the black market and sold the good ones as antiques, and I could buy 50,000 or 60,000 yuan. ＂

"Unbelievable...... Bediwell snorted angrily.

"Well, the way back has also been established, and there should be no danger in walking carefully. Academician Zust said: "The person in charge of receiving is also coming soon. You pick here slowly, let's go first. ＂

"Well, be careful on the road. Big Lawrence didn't care.

"Tsk------" Bediwell grabbed a handful of gold coins and stuffed them into Big Lawrence's arms, then twisted the guy's ears and dragged them away: "Bastard!

"But ------"

"Behind you, Mr. Bedwell," exclaimed Eric, the Strategist, suddenly.

"What?" The werewolf youth only felt something strange at this time, there was already a sound of wind behind him, and some kind of hidden weapon flew towards his back, or more accurately, some kind of rain of hidden weapons!

"Hmm!" It was too late to use the tungsten tongue whip to protect himself, so Bedwell had to push Lawrence out of the way first!

"Hmph!" Seeing that Bediwell had no time to dodge, Strategist Eric thought that if he didn't come to the rescue, 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 in front of Bediwell! The wheelchair that passed through the air just became Bediwell's cover, blocking the dozens of hidden weapon rains that flew in!

After a sound of metal colliding with each other, the ancient tomb roared!

"Boss!" exclaimed Big Lawrence, too. The door to the chamber was rapidly closing due to the trigger, and Big Lawrence exclaimed as he fled out of the chamber door, waving for Beddeville and Eric to follow!

Bediwell, who had already injured his leg and affected his movements, was about to run out of the door as best he could, hoping to catch up. But he caught an instant glimpse of Eric, the strategist, who had fallen to the ground. Eric's action of jumping out of the wheelchair and kicking hard just now obviously had side effects, that guy's leg was actually broken under excessive force! He just tried to get up, but immediately fell down again! He could have concentrated on letting his whole body "fly" and float in mid-air! But the rapid blood loss of the broken leg made it impossible for him to concentrate on such a delicate operation! Judging from this injury, no matter how much he struggled, he could not escape the golden door of the closed tomb in time!

The door is already a third of the way closed, and even Bediwell will not be able to escape if it continues like this!

"Run!" Eric shouted to Bedeville knowing he couldn't escape.

"I can't. The werewolf youth said, running over and carrying the strategist Eric, intending to flee with him.

"You're such an idiot!" Eric scolded viciously.

Bediwell should have been aware of the risks of doing so before he did such a stupid thing. The werewolf youth who had already injured one leg had to escape with another person on his shoulder, which was a complete search for death. And now, it's too late. The golden tomb door closed faster and faster as time passed, closing quickly in a matter of seconds to a small slit. And Bediwell, the werewolf young man who carried the strategist Eric, didn't even run a few steps before he was trapped in this closed tomb by the mechanism of the ancient tomb.

"Oh, shit. Bediwell snorted.