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But he didn't say anything.

Time passed slowly, but it seemed to be fast, and looking at the light, the camel felt that it was in the passage of a thousand years, reduced to ashes until the end of the world.

Then the light dissipated.

The camel waits for something to happen, either to succeed or to fail, at least not in a dead silence where nothing happens.

But he was disappointed.

No mechanism was opened, the dull sound of boulders moving, no tremors of the power of the gods starting to work, nothing.

"Failed?"

"It worked. ”

The Count's voice was low and hoarse, but at least he didn't collapse in the middle of his sentence.

"The door is open?"

"No, we're not completely successful......"

"What's next?"

"Find the two remaining obelisks. ”

It wasn't the answer the camel wanted, he knew what had just happened, he understood exactly what a great thing the count had done, but the camel didn't want to hear this after a long wait, especially now that Magellan had returned.

"If that requires magic, I don't think you can hold out to open the door. ”

"......Magic shouldn't have been needed in the first place," the Count's tone remained calm, but with a rare hint of doubt, "but now the magic works." ”

The camel understood what the Count meant, and that caused him an irrepressible sense of frustration.

"You're going to use your magic to find the remaining two obelisks and open the gate. ”

"Or use magic to get the sun to shine on the two remaining obelisks. ”

The Count's eyes gleamed in the night, and he was tired, but the fire in those eyes was still burning.

This does not cheer up the camels.

"It's not the right time. ”

For the first time, the camel had a different opinion from the Count on the search for the corpse of the god.

"You found out that the mechanism was only opened after the sun was shining at a certain time. ”

"What do you want to say?"

"The right time means more than just the right angle of the sun, there are countless other things we don't know, can you really find the right answer before the countess returns?"

There was a long silence, only one star in the deep night sky still shining, like the last light of fire on the water at night before the flood receded, flickering for a long time, and finally disappeared.

"I can try. ”

......

The Countess awoke from her slumber.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a starry cast, and then Miss Betty's dark and shining eyes.

"Meow ......"

The countess did not move, she lay quietly on the ground, looking at the stars in the sky.

It was like a real starry sky, and the bright points of light on the darkness of the infinite abyss followed a fixed trajectory, with no beginning or end.

That's not false.

"Meow ......"

The countess stood up, and she turned to look at the fresco.

Magellan was already standing on the scales of Anubis, he offered the gods untold amounts of gold, the scales tilted, and a gate appeared before him.

The scene of this moment is fixed on the fresco, the coldness of Anubis, the smile of Magellan, the unconcealed jealousy and envy on the lifeless faces of the dead, the disappointment of the monster beneath the scales, everything is so real.

"It's time to act. ”

The countess reached out and picked up Miss Betty, then waved her hand to make the couch disappear and walked towards the door.

She retraced the path she had taken from the previous time and saw the temple at the end.

The magnificent pyramid was right in front of them, and the undead in the golden masks seemed to have not moved since the two left, still maintaining the posture of that moment.

Helen walked up the stairs.

The Necrons walked towards her.

"Welcome ......"

"Where's the Golden Mask?"

The sudden silence took control of the entire temple, and the necromancer suddenly remained motionless, as if it were really dead.

"In our faces. ”

There was an eerie fluctuation in the Necroman's words, which seemed to be motivated by some intense emotion, but when it manifested itself, it was a bewildering weirdness.

"Please give it to me. ”

"No ......"

The black-robed men were all wailing, screaming and refusing the countess's request, but standing motionless as if in despair.

"Anubis asked you to give me this mask, didn't he?"

The countess smiled, stroked Miss Betty's back with her hand, and watched the necromancers tremble in awe at the kittens.

"No ......"

It was the half-shrill cry of a man's wail before he died, and the dead were still motionless, as if they had even the power to flee taken away by fear.

The countess held out her hand, then watched as her fingers passed through the void as she touched the golden mask.

The necromancers were still screaming in terror, and the sound was maddening.

Helen walked towards the top of the temple.

The necro remained in place, like a painting hanging on the wall.

Walking through a long staircase, the temple is topped by a circular pit.

Outside the hollow of the stone are four obelisks, but other than that, the platform is empty.

"Meow. ”

Miss Betty let out a lazy cry, then curled up in the countess's arms and closed her eyes.

"Anubis ......"

The countess smiled and glanced at the little fluffy thing, then began to chant the incantation.

With the incantation, light began to gather at the top of the obelisk.

Finally, a round golden gate appeared in the middle of the obelisk, filling in the depression in the ground.

The countess did not stop the spell.

She already knew the right thing to do, and the moment Magellan told her that this was the beginning of the eternal journey, Helen had already come up with the only correct answer.

Eventually, the light gate was gone, as were the hollows in the ground, and only a golden mask remained on the stone slab.

That was the Countess's goal.

She stepped forward and picked up the mask.

It was a strange mask, a strange object that was unique to ancient Emenchet, the mask made of gold had no facial features, only a cold expression and two small holes in the eyes.

As if it were an unintentional mistake during casting, the traces of two golden water flowing down from the hole in the eye clearly remained on the mask, and it looked like tear stains.

"Anubis...... What the hell are you thinking......"

The countess did not get an answer to herself, she bent down and picked up the mask with her left hand, and slowly, fastened it to her face.

Nothing happened.

But before the countess's eyes, the whole world has changed beyond recognition.

She was standing on a river.

The water flowed forward without stopping, and in front of him was another Emunchet.