"What's that?"

There was a familiar cold and reassuring smell of decay in the air, and Magellan was surprised to find the eerie darkness more soothing than the light on the other side of the gate. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I don't know. ”

The countess stroked Miss Betty's head and shook her head.

"So to put it another way, what should we do now according to the thinking of the Anubis believers?"

"We should be in that magnificent temple with the Necromancy, waiting for the journey of eternity to begin suddenly. ”

Magellan smiled helplessly at the countess's smile, and he shook his head: "So we are lost now. ”

All the things that had passed through the two of them after he had passed under the fresco, and every choice the countess had made was correct, and the conclusion was obvious, that Anubis's guiding end was the temple.

"Thank you to the Honourable Miss Betty for keeping us from staying there. ”

There are still a lot of questions left unanswered by now, but at least they definitely don't want to be with the necromancy.

"Your guess is right. The countess turned and looked at the fresco with Magellan, "Anubis arranged for his devotees to begin the journey of eternity, although we do not know when the journey will begin. ”

"No, that doesn't explain the necromancy. Magellan found the necromancer following Anubis on the fresco and showed it to the countess, "The gods may live until now, or there are traces after death, but the necrons should not be like this, and even if they did exist, they would have embarked on an eternal journey or gone to the underworld." ”

The necromancers on the frescoes were completely different from what they had seen in the temple, they did not wear golden masks, nor did they wrap their bodies in black robes, and they did not even show their hands.

"You think they're different. ”

"What's even stranger is that we haven't seen any clues about Osiris, the Lord of the Underworld, shouldn't the Necronomicon stay in the Underworld?"

"They look more like a bunch of humans who want to hide themselves, both in terms of the way they speak and the way they dress. ”

"If they say something we don't understand. ”

The words spoken by those necromancers were completely understandable to both of them, which was a typical "transcendent language", whether it was the gods of Emenchet or these ancient necromancers, if they really spoke a certain language like mortals, it would only be the ancient Emenkai language that the two of them could not understand.

And mortals cannot speak "beyond words".

"We can try your plan. ”

Magellan smiled and shook his head: "That would be time-consuming." ”

The countess smiled, "The camel and his companions have bought us a precious time, and perhaps you will thank them when we return to the temple of Horus." ”

"What did they do?"

"Created a masterful magic, and if he had been born in ancient times, he would have become the high priest of the pharaohs...... A miracle that unlocks the seal of Horus and opens the door to the gods' collection. ”

"That's not good news......"

"Rest assured, they didn't find what really mattered. ”

Magellan shook his head, and then began to climb: "That really important thing should have nothing to do with magic. ”

......

The camel saw the picture he hoped for at the finish line.

It is a large hall where sunlight naturally shines from the ceiling, illuminating the stone frescoes in the hall.

In the middle of the hall, of course, was a tall statue of Horus, with his eagle head missing an eye, and his body was dressed in ornate gold ornaments, inlaid with precious gems, reflecting the lines of muscle, making the god visibly imbued with superhuman strength and majesty.

The hall is filled with gold artifacts, and the sunlight travels between the glittering gold, making the space extraordinarily splendourful.

The frescoes on the walls are all outlined with gold threads inlaid in the cracks in the stone, and each appearance of Horus is accompanied by a golden sun, and the symbol of the Eye of Horus is everywhere.

"This is it, Horus's treasure trove. ”

The camel couldn't wait to see Thoth's left leg, and his heart was full of surprise.

But there wasn't a severed limb with dark brown baboon fur, or a powerful artifact forged from gold.

The camel was not too disappointed, he believed in the count, that he could work miracles again.

The Count quietly looked around, it was a standard temple of Horus, and the image of the pharaoh was often seen in the frescoes, sitting on the throne with Horus standing next to him, indicating that it was built at the time when Horus was still called the Guardian of the Pharaohs, shortly after Thoth's murder.

"The countess has escaped. ”

The camel was a little disappointed, but soon the unpleasantness dissipated, and all he could think about now was getting what was in front of him as soon as possible.

"She didn't go around?"

"Nope. ”

"It doesn't matter, she'll still fall in. ”

The Count didn't say anything more, he wasn't so confident, but the trap wasn't so easy to see through.

"Everything here is hidden, can you open it?"

The camel had faith in the Count, believing that this was just another spell, and that Horus's magic could no longer stop the Count.

"There's no magic here. ”

The Count's answer surprised the camel so much that he didn't know what to say.

"I feel something blocking divine power here, but it doesn't react to magic, they're not magical creatures. ”

"Where?"

The Count walked behind the tall statue of Horus and placed his right hand on the stone wall covered with frescoes: "Here. ”

The wall was like a gate, sealing the power of the powerful god creation behind it, while also eliminating the possibility of opening it with magic.

It is a bizarre material, which is indifferent to the power of the gods.

"No magic can open this wall. ”

It was a large rock that served as an entire wall of the hall, and it stretched out on all sides to an unknown place, of unknown thickness, but at least absolutely indestructible to the point where it could not be broken by external forces.

"There must be some way......" the camel slammed his hand against the stone wall, he could feel the thickness of the boulder, it was despairing, "would the god lift a stone himself? what if he wanted to take something out of it?"

The Count called for the remnants of the power that was abundant here, but the results were disappointing, no one had ever released magic here, and the possible mechanism that could have opened the stone wall did not lead here.

"The switch is somewhere else. ”

This sentence gave the camel a bad premonition in his heart, and he said his thoughts from his mouth like a demon: "So the countess is digging there ......"