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"I offer sacrifices to the sages, to the god Anubis who guards here......" Before Li Lin could scold angrily, Usecalf began to chant very decisively.

As you can see from the statues and murals here, the god worshipped here is not the god of the sun, but the god of death, Anubis! The sign of the jackal god is too obvious.

Sacrifices and pharaohs ruled ancient Egypt and spread the glory of the god of death and the sun. Today, the sacrificial lineage has been extinct (the previous old woman was only half a sacrifice and has not been completely inherited), and only the bloodline of the pharaoh is still circulating.

Even if this is not what Pharaoh Usekav was best at, in Egyptian mythology, the sun god is the supreme being, Hanubis, the god of death, and he must fear the dazzling light of the sun.

And the pharaoh in the Pharaoh Dynasty is the shepherd who guards the world on behalf of the sun god, and there is no high priest who worships the god of death, so he, the contemporary pharaoh, should also be qualified to sacrifice to the god of death, right?!

Uthercalf didn't have time to hesitate, in fact, he couldn't stop chanting!

Eerie, incredibly eerie atmosphere.

The old man named Mirage and Li Lin suddenly felt cold hands and feet. It was as if there was something in the shadows, staring at them with an invisible, cold gaze.

The corpse baby standing next to him let out a whining cry, and fear was written on his pale little face.

The old man in the fancy costume changed his complexion, and bit the tip of his tongue violently, "The gods are dead, kill!" ”

Activating the secret method, he spurted the blood on the yellowed talisman sword with the tip of his tongue, and a trembling yellow light stabbed towards Uthercalf on the top of the stairs......

……

“…… Soul to the god Hanubis, flesh to us! An ancient, strange voice mixed together was chanted in Ancient Egyptian.

In the secret room, An Bingjun stared at the strange patterns on the surrounding walls, which would have aroused his desire to study as an archaeologist. But now, hehe~~

Beside him, a group of natives were kneeling on the ground praying with pilgrim expressions on their faces, and as time passed, the eyes of the natives grew more and more in anticipation of fanatical light, which was the expectation to be accomplished at all costs, either to be reborn in the ritual or to be completely destroyed.

Uh~ What the hell is that old guy doing with Uthercalf to put him here, and when...... Anyway, why didn't I see these guys in the native village before?

An Bingjun looked at the surrounding natives suspiciously, he could be sure that he had not seen this group of people in the village above!

Although he had always had his own little calculations in his heart, he still felt very uneasy at the moment.

What the hell is that old guy up to at Utsercalfe?! Even the old lover has been abandoned, and there is no reason to protect him - this truth is very simple.

Just as An Bingjun was pacing back and forth impatiently, an inexplicable voice sounded, "...... Soul to the god Hanubis, flesh to us! ”

As a scholar, he could barely read the vague ancient Egyptian, and unlike the natives with ecstatic faces, his face changed instantly, and at this time, a black mist poured out of the surrounding walls, and it spread, tightening the items in his hand, gritting his teeth, he ran towards the small door on the side in a bit of panic.

"This, this is a sacrifice, a sacrifice! Damn old fellow, how dare you ......" his extremely pale face was covered with green tendons, and at this moment he looked like a hideous evil ghost.

"No, no, I must ...... this thing" An Bingjun let out a desperate howl as the black mist chased behind him.

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"Suspicious? This is ......" Li Lin, who was teasing the crow on his shoulder and slowly walked here, stopped and looked at the dead and silent village not far away with a cloudy expression.

Almost instantly, he lost control of the crows in the hall.

Li Lin's eyes narrowed slightly, after he applied the magic power to his eyes, the village in front of him seemed to be shrouded in a huge black shadow, and under the bottom of the village, there was a sharp roar faintly heard, and at a glance, he knew that this was not a good place.

Even faintly, he felt a slight stinging in his eyes.

"Interesting...... After a long time, the aura that made him feel dangerous finally disappeared, Li Lin hesitated, but still walked towards the village.

It doesn't make sense, a god name who doesn't know the truth or falsehood can scare him away!

If he doesn't even have the courage to explore, why should he follow the path of a wizard.

(You know, after the disaster, the germination and development of many professions came from the exploration of ruins, some of which were originally on Earth, and of course, more of them were otherworldly.) ）

The Turen village in front of me was a solemn scene of the end of the world, and the entire village had collapsed into the ground by several inches.

Collapsed buildings, over dusty villages.

The remains of natives and animals filled the ruined village, and as the ominous aura receded, the corpses all changed horribly, turning to powder at the slightest touch.

[The remnants of the energy essence have been sucked away by an unknown being.] Li Lin narrowed his eyes and thought to himself.

At this time, a corrosive smell wafted through the air in the village.

Li Lin walked slowly, over the wreckage, and finally came to a dark cave and jumped in.

With the brief darkness, the light of the eyeballs that his eyes adapted, Li Lin walked in the passage unhappily, and a pair of eyes gently swept over the ancient murals on the cave walls.

[Underground pyramids?] Nene, it's like an alien vs. a predator~~] Li Lin said with some slander in his heart.

The mural features a samurai wearing kobold masks, mummies with scimitars at their waists, and, of course, a large number of slaves.

In the painting, although the image of the mummy is very abstract, Li Lin still looks at it very seriously, just because of these patterns, the complete record of the mummy-making process.

Making mummies is very new for both ordinary people and Li Lin.

Especially looking at a red-hot iron hook that pierced through the nostrils of a dead corpse (a living person). Then it extends to the brain, stirs up the whole brain, and finally hooks the brain with an iron hook to extract the picture, in addition to blood, it is more of a cruel beauty.

What kind of picture will make people unforgettable?!

Nice? Regrettably? Cozy? Tragic? Brutal ......

The premise is that it feels real!

It is clearly an image drawn like a child, and even the lines that form the scroll are so simple that there are only a few strokes. But why are these simple lines so real under his gaze!?

A still murmured wall.

In a trance, the still picture suddenly changed. One of the mummies seemed to be staring at him with empty eyes.