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Magellan wisely did not treat the fish he first got his hands on with spices and flames, and looking at the countess and kitten's expressions, they were very pleased with this.

"Seth is such a god like no other. ”

The countess had something to say, and Magellan thought about it for a long time, but still didn't know what she really meant.

"What?"

"For example, the Sandstorm, the Lord of the Storm thinks that it is in line with his existence, so he adds his divinity to the Sandstorm and has the believers worship the Sandstorm until it becomes a part of him...... A part that can still survive even after the death of the gods. ”

"So-called, in line with Seth's existence," Magellan said slowly, as if it were a great struggle for him to understand what the countess meant, "is there any standard?"

"Believers believe that gods are what they were born to be, researchers believe that gods are what believers want them to be, and only those in the know believe that gods are what their souls want them to be. ”

"Do gods have souls, too?"

"You're eating. ”

Magellan chewed the fish in his mouth carefully, feeling the juices flow out and spread, leaving a refreshing taste on his tongue.

Then he laughed.

"I really don't understand," Magellan picked up a piece of fish from his plate and put it on the kitten's plate, "I'm eating Seth's soul, so the god has a soul so Seth is what his soul wants him to be, so what?"

"Seth put Thoth's left hand where he felt absolutely safe, where his divinity was surrounded. ”

"The lake?"

Magellan knew why he knew the answer, but he didn't know why the answer was this.

"Can you go to the lake and get Thoth's left hand back now?"

"No, I can't. ”

Magellan shook his head, he remembered the horrific wound that had been torn open on the half of the fish's tail, and the large fish's backbone that had been torn off.

"The lake is full of monsters now. ”

"Even though Seth is dead, his collection is still out of reach of mortals. ”

The countess smiled, and Magellan picked up her plate from the table and walked towards the makeshift kitchen.

"The good news is that we have more time. ”

"I hope so. ”

......

The sun is setting.

Standing on the sand dunes, you can see the horizon at the end of the world, above which is a wonderful purple mixed with deep blue-gray and brilliant golden red, then gradients upwards, through tender yellow and clear pale green, and finally from light to dark blue.

The dryness of the air mixes with the cold, creating a subtle touch that irritates Magellan's skin.

He brought the crystal glass to his lips and took a sip of the clear liquor, then felt a flame flow through his throat and toward his chest.

"What's going to be under the sand?"

"Ocean. ”

The countess laughed.

Magellan knew it was like a joke.

"Meow ......"

"Where would Thoth's left hand be?"

......

The desert is like an iron plate, which in the sun will dry everything, but without the power of the sun, it is as cold as pig iron.

The sun had not yet risen, but the eastern sky was already showing morning light, and Magellan and the countess walked to the place where he had caught half a large fish yesterday.

"What's going to be under the sand?"

"Wet sand. ”

Magellan felt that he was telling a bad joke, and he knew deep down that the truth was worse than that—he was announcing a desperate truth.

"No one can dig something out of the desert, that's what only people who live outside of the desert have. ”

The countess smiled and stepped out of the flying boat.

She wears a crown made of gold, a gold necklace around her neck inlaid with turquoise, and a large thick book on her right hand with a bracelet.

"As the sun god of the mortal world, the common ruler of the human and underworld, the pharaoh controls everything in the world, whether it is the great Nile or the desert, and must obey his will. ”

"And I, Pharaoh's servant and messenger of the gods, declare Pharaoh's will. ”

Helen raised her left hand like a queen giving orders to her subjects: "The Book of the Dead is the key to the underworld. ”

The kitten stood on Magellan's shoulder and whispered uneasily, and it seemed to dislike the book.

Then the countess chanted a long incantation like a song, and some invisible force appeared from somewhere unknown.

"What else will be under the sand besides sand?"

No one answered, and Magellan followed the countess into the dunes.

When the countess took steps, the sand tumbled, giving way in front of her, pitch black and empty.

"The pharaoh's magic is enough to keep us moving freely under the sand, and the only question is where Thoth's left hand is. ”

Magellan watched as the sand fell behind him, burying the passage from which they had come, obscuring all light.

"Beware of the big fish. ”

The sound of water dripping on the ground sounded in the confined space.

Magellan took out the oil lamp, and the flame emitted a dim glow, pulling distorted black shadows on the sand-heaped walls. He stretched out his hand to hand the lamp to the countess, but saw a scale beside him.

It was a fish scale that disappeared behind the sand in a flash.

Neither the countess nor the kitten seemed to see the scale, and Magellan put the matter behind him and handed the "sun" to Helen.

They slowly descended a spiral, and they came across a few big fish on the way, but they all passed by, and the road was uneventful.

Then Magellan saw a hand.

It was the left hand of a giant, with long hair on the arms and backs of the hands, and a golden carving knife between the thumb and forefinger.

This hand is being bitten, being chewed.

Two rows of dagger-white, sharp teeth staggered across the skin of his arm, like two working saws, and the owner of the tooth was a big fish.

Magellan grabbed in front of the countess and drew his sword.

Then the big fish disappeared like lightning behind the sand, and in an instant it swayed its body, its tail almost hitting Magellan.

"Your wounds have not healed. ”

The countess rushed out almost with Magellan, threw the oil lamp in her left hand to the latter, and took out the long whip.

"Keep up. ”

They run wildly in the sand, always with yellow walls in front of them, and nothing proves that their exhaustion is not an illusion.

The wound on Magellan's chest began to ache, but at the same time a subtle sensation arose there, the excitement of the hunt, the inexplicable anticipation of the unknown harvest that was about to come.

The countess never lost sight, and every now and then Magellan could see the tail of the fish that almost slapped him on the chest.

They're getting closer.