"If we were the reality in front of us, the way to let sunlight shine through the rocks would be more precious than this temple. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"So you want to say it's a hallucination?"

"Anubis is a sane god," Magellan frowned as he lit up the sun, "he probably wouldn't use illusions against his own followers." ”

Under the light of the oil lamp, everything in front of Magellan's eyes remained the same, and nothing changed.

"It's a miracle ......"

The countess paused: "Wait a minute. ”

"How?"

"Only magic can work miracles, and I need to know if this magic is malicious to us. ”

Magellan stopped and watched as the countess solemnly began the ceremony.

It was some kind of ancient sacrifice, and the countess placed a large book with a black cover on the ground, and began to chant in a low voice, and sand poured out of the ground like a fountain.

Some kind of unnatural darkness followed the sand, like the shadow itself, but with a suffocating danger and coldness.

The sand is held by an invisible hand, squeezed, shaped, and gradually forms a complex and ornate shape. A pair of venomous snakes intertwined with each other hold up an eyeball, and around them, towering four obelisks, filled with intricate writing.

When all this was done, the countess stopped chanting and the darkness returned to peace.

"It's ...... The Eye of Horus?"

"No, it's a little more complicated than that, and if I had to come up with a name, the Eye of the Mystery would be more appropriate. ”

Magellan circled the statue, and he finally made sure that he was not hallucinating, and that the ball of sand was indeed surrounded by a pattern of golden light.

"The power of the gods of Emenchet is more subtle and changeable than the essence, but this magic can always find some traces, and I hope all this before us ......," the countess sighed rarely, "and it is not a trap. ”

"Hopefully ......"

The countess began to chant another incantation.

It's like the wind blowing through the desert, leaving ripples on the dunes, and the surface of the ball formed by the sand gathering appears in a messy line.

It is like the surface of the water in the rain, and then the raindrops that hit the water create ripples, and then the ripples are stretched and twisted with the current, interfering with each other, and finally forming a natural but chaotic picture.

"Looks like a flowing ...... of essence"

Such thoughts flashed through Magellan's mind, and then, like a storm in the desert, these subtle waves disappeared.

The countess was still chanting incantations, but Magellan knew she was in trouble, which included the true name of the goddess Isis and the adjectives of the power of the gods, and the gathered sand was indifferent.

This is not normal.

"We're in trouble?"

The countess finally stopped chanting, put away the big book, and nodded at Magellan.

"The sand doesn't react means that there are many possibilities, and the best one is that the miracle and magic in front of us have nothing to do with it. ”

"So what might be the bad stuff?"

"Some terrifyingly powerful force obscured the remnants of the gods, making it impossible for even the most powerful spells to mobilize it, or...... The remaining magical power here is stable and solid, and there are no fluctuations at all. ”

Magellan stood beside the delicate sand sculpture and looked out at the temple and the tall statue of Anubis, and then he shook his head: "It may or may not be a trap there." ”

"What are you thinking?"

The countess shook her right hand slowly, and the delicate sand flowed through the air like a poisonous snake dancing with a snake charmer.

"There's bound to be something in the temple, it's better to go and see it. ”

"Let's go. ”

......

The camel looked at the Count, who was meditating by the river, and quietly finished his breakfast.

It was a farmer's house outside the city, and there was a large area of farmland by the river.

The owner of the farmer had already gone out, and he did not know that two uninvited guests had spent the night in his house last night, nor that they were now eating breakfast at his dining table.

Sitting in the house, you can see the murky Nile water in the distance, and the whole of Emanchet is waking up and the sun is about to rise.

"Any progress?"

The Count swallowed the food in his mouth, then shook his head quietly.

From the time they left the Temple of Horus to the present, they had spent five full days in hiding, the patience of the camels was running out day by day, and the count made no progress.

Of course, the camel's patience is far from being exhausted, but his patience is not infinite.

The Earl had explained to him how difficult it was to create a whole new magic, to plunder the remnants of a dead god, to open a locked door to a god, and perhaps only a god could do it.

And so the time passed.

The Count finished his pitifully simple breakfast and walked out of the room.

The morning sun was rising from the top of the dunes, and the camel sat in his house looking at the fields by the river in the distance, and he could tell from the change in light that an orange sun was rising behind him, and the misty fog near the desert horizon gave the illusion that the sun was jumping out from behind the horizon.

Then the sun burst out and sprinkled all over Emangelquet, sparkling on the Nile.

"Let's go. ”

Camel was overjoyed, he was about to convince himself that it would not be such a boring day, when in reality it was impossible, he was too familiar with the place.

The two of them walked towards the city gate together, and entered the dark corridor beneath the temple before noon came.

It's still the same place as ever, quiet and cold, the sun can't reach it, and the darkness covers everything.

"This magic takes a lot of time. ”

"Understood. ”

Camel tried to say that he was not lacking in patience, but when he was about to blurt out this, Camel found that his patience had actually been exhausted - otherwise he would not have come with the Count.

The Count began to prepare for the magic, painting frescoes on the walls of the corridor according to the standards of an ancient Emanquet craftsman, and then piling up altars on the ground.

Eventually, the Count's works were completed.

The camel watched all this in amazement, like a bored idler who had been staring at the mouth of an ant hole all day after the rain, and then saw a small mound of earth there when the sun went down.

The Count stood on the altar and began a long chant in a language that camels had never heard at all, except that the name of Horus was repeated in it, presumably in supplication to the god.

It was close to noon, and the camels began to feel a glimmer of light.

It was like the light that fills the air every morning before the sun rises.