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The small boat made of reeds floated on the dark current, and as far as the eye could see, there was only endless darkness all around, and the heavens and the earth were chaotic.

It's definitely not a normal world here.

Magellan could feel the ubiquitous flow of power, like a cold snap from the extreme, cold and silent, as grand as the rising sun and the setting of the moon, imperceptible but unstoppable.

He put his hand into the river, and the water he picked up was crystal clear, but the river formed by the gathering of such water was as black as ink.

The situation is not good.

Magellan felt a chill emanating from the inside out of his body, reminding him of a time when he was sick in the distant past.

The power that enveloped the whole world had no ill will towards him, but he was an accident that shouldn't have been here.

He's dead.

......

"He's going to die. ”

The countess looked up at the frescoes on the cliff and frowned, her eyes full of doubt.

"Meow ......"

Miss Betty let out a low cry, and then turned her head away from looking at the mural.

The countess raised her right hand, and a void appeared in the void, and at the end of the darkness was a faint light, and the golden points of light were like broken candles in the wind.

"Meow ......"

Miss Betty seemed to remember her collection at last, and while the countess was thinking, she jumped to the ground and disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind a cry that seemed to persuade the countess to give up sooner.

"I'm sorry, Anubis, but I can't have your travel companion travel with you this time......"

Time was very short, and the countess had no clue.

She glanced up at the mural, and then began to prepare a spell.

"Maybe it's time to put an end to the time when Emenchet still has ancient magic......" The grand power surged in the air, the countess at this moment was like a truly great god, the science of the earth, "everything is just a cycle of cycles, but the gods are still dead, maybe at the beginning of a new cycle, the gods will never return......"

......

"Strangely, the countess did not fall into the trap. ”

The camel sat in the afternoon in the house of Emunquet, letting the sweltering air scorch the sweat on his forehead, and lazily oblivious to the Count's questions.

"Magellan is dead. What can she do?"

"Just like you can see. ”

The camel didn't look at what the Count wanted him to see.

"A complex and powerful magic. ”

"What can you do?"

"Drag Magellan back. ”

"That can't ......," the camel shook his head, he did not want to believe what the Count said, but when he remembered Magellan, a shadow lingered in his heart.

"That's really impossible, because the gods in the whole world are not strong enough to support that level of magic, but it is still possible for the countess to come back alive. ”

"And then?"

"We're going to have some problems that we can't solve. ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

It really doesn't matter.

The Count imagined that when the sacrifice was completed, all sins would end, every soul would get what he deserved, and the contradictions between mortals would become meaningless.

Such a moment would never have come so easily, but the Count could not find a glimmer of hope that Magellan would survive.

"The world has changed ......"

"But our plans must continue. ”

The camel looked at the Count as if he were looking at a man who wanted to pull him to dig up the dirt at noon.

"Don't you want to get the power of Thoth, a god?"

"Times have changed...... camel leaned his head against the earthen wall, "the king of the world is the king of the world, the god? ”

"That man is Magellan. ”

The camel was silent for a long time.

"Where did you plan to make the sacrifice?"

"When the countess gathered all the bodies of Thoth for the resurrection sacrifice. ”

"According to that plan, what should we do now?"

"The piece of corpse that got it in Horus's hands. ”

Once again, the camel was silent.

On a windless afternoon in Emunquet, there was a dead silence in the air.

"Let's go. ”

......

The countess stood in the darkness, placing the jewel in her hand in the air, watching it rise slowly among the stars on the top of the grotto.

This is the magic that belongs to the ancient Emonkhet, but it does not rely only on the remaining divine power of the gods, the countess knows that the gods have been gone for too long, and the residual power is no longer enough to pull Magellan back, so she uses the magic that belongs to the new era - 10,000 magic gems.

If a man were standing in the grotto at this time, he would think that he was standing above the wilderness, with no moon in the clear sky, and the stars shining brightly in the night sky, and the four fields silent, and the sky within reach.

But that's just an illusion.

Each star is a priceless magical gem, fixed in the air by an unknown force, and the essence of it has already created miracles before it is released.

"I'm sorry......" the countess glanced at the glimmer of light in the darkness behind the mural, "this magic will take a long time, and I hope you will hold on until the time it is completed." ”

......

It had been the fifteenth time since the Count had begun to prepare for the magic that it had suddenly stopped for the fifteenth time in just a few minutes now.

He seemed to be in a daze.

The camel looked at the ornate altar of gold cast from the earl's side, and did not notice the latter's strangeness.

It was a miracle of gold, glittering runes floating in the air, connected by invisible forces, slowly orbiting the pyramids and obelisks on the ground, glowing brilliantly in the dim light.

"The Countess is preparing a very complex magic. ”

"Destroy it. For the first time, the camel spoke to the Count in such a direct way, "Do you need my help?"

"No, that magic takes a long time to prepare, at least not yet. ”

The Count closed the Book of the Sun, which had been spread out in front of him, and raised his right hand.

"Here, my magic is complete and I need your help. ”

The camel nodded: "How?"

"Take this Nephthys Wing and stand there. ”

The camel took a silver amulet from the earl, and whispered to himself with some surprise: "What a rarity......"

"That would block out the power of the gods and allow the magic to work smoothly, and whether or not it would take magic to open the door, we could at least determine where the switch was. ”

The Count raised his right hand and sprinkled the sand dust on his hand into the air, like iron powder attracted by a magnet, and the sand rose into the air, flowing between the golden amulets, like a river.

"Science, give me the truth, that what belongs to the beast to the beast to the beast, and to the bird to the bird. ”

The camel watched in amazement at the Count's prayer, which was by no means the chanting required by Emunchet's magic.