A pure white light completely different from the sunlight spread in the air, like a mist of light more than light, soft and warm, slowly but inexorably encroaching on the space that belonged to the gods. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Science, give me insight, give me vision, give me wisdom!"

The Earl's prayer had never been so casual and low, and the camel couldn't hear what he was saying, but it was the source of everything that was happening before him.

It was magic belonging to the Holy See: a miracle prayer.

Science, the god with the largest number of believers in the world where the god has gone, has a large and well-organized organization of worshippers, the Holy See, who acts in the name of science, and everything that the believers do, including the methods of using the essence that the Holy See has, is also attributed to the gift of science.

The Holy See calls it "science" and better known as "magic".

When the magic of using essences spread throughout the world and created a new era, this power was still only in the hands of the Holy See, so it was regarded by many as a supernatural power, and the Holy See always insisted that it was the evidence of the existence of science, and that it was the power of the gods that performed miracles.

The camel had only a general understanding of these, but he knew that this was definitely not magic that should have been in Emunchet—a god would never welcome another god.

"Science is truth!"

The light suddenly began to swell.

The pure white light rushed like a tide towards the stone wall and river mud, opening up a bright world.

Everything was gone, except for a pure white glow and a transparent wall in the shadows.

"The power that can block everything......"

The Count sighed from the bottom of his heart, and there was a miracle in front of him, not from some god, but an unrepeatable miracle forged by a more unpredictable and terrifying force, a whole piece of precious ore that had naturally formed.

When the gods and humans worked to change the world in their short lives, they did not know that countless miracles had been prepared for countless years of wonder waiting for the little passers-by.

It was the door to the Horus' treasure house, with intricate mechanics and subtle traces of magic behind it, all of which were visible to the Count.

The world is only transparent to him.

The Count finally saw what he wanted to see.

"Let's go. ”

"Where?"

"Switch. ”

They walked in the light, and wherever the Count had walked, there was a path, and there was only one light in the world, and two lonely pedestrians.

Eventually, they stood at the end of the trap.

"How?"

The camel looked at the transparent mechanism in front of him, not knowing what to do, he was already lost in the world of light.

"It's time to leave ......"

The count's tone was full of exhaustion and regret, which a camel had never heard.

......

Magellan had a lit "sun" in his hand, the amulet of the golden scarab on his chest was glowing, and he himself was sitting in a reed boat, laboriously tying the reeds with a fairy rope.

He's making his own oars.

The river was flowing into the dark depths of the unknown, and the coldness and dead silence had become clearer and clearer in Magellan's senses.

This is a place where the living cannot set foot, a land of the dead.

The banks of the river were far away, and there was a murky darkness above, and Magellan could not find a reference but could only approximate the speed of the current, and the only good news was that the boat was not moving too fast.

So he wanted to make oars and row back to where he had come from.

The oars were soon ready, but there was always a voice in Magellan's mind that did not disappear - there would be no door to leave upstream.

He turned around and adjusted his posture and lowered the oars into the river.

"Let's see if there's any. ”

......

The countess's magic is almost complete.

She let go of her hand, letting the last of the magic gems rise into the air, and walked to the middle of the cavern.

The stars return to their respective positions and begin to rotate slowly in a fixed trajectory.

The countess looked up and threw a handful of gem powder into the air.

A bright band of light slowly drifted away under the starlight, and then rose into the air, and Helen continued to wave her arms, causing the stardust to grow more and more.

Eventually, when she stopped what she was doing, there was an extra Milky Way in the starry sky.

A terrifying power slowly revealed, eventually taking over this dark space.

It's like the sun's rays, everywhere and powerful, but it doesn't change because of anything, it just follows its own trajectory.

But there will still be people who kneel on the ground in the face of that terrifying power to pray, worship, because no one can ignore it.

"A witch's broom, a wizard's wand, a magician's hat, a black cat, a green cauldron......"

Every time the countess utters a word, a constellation lights up above.

It was a real night sky.

Then the countess took out two coins.

It was a silver coin and a gold coin, coins that had been minted by order of the King of the World when he was governor of Emenchet. The obverse of the gold coin depicts Horus with the head of an eagle, the reverse of the coin shows the sun in gold, the obverse of the silver coin features Nephthys with wings spread, and the reverse depicts a winding crescent.

"Emunchet belongs to the ...... of the sun"

The countess began to recite the famous sacrificial poem "The Book of the Sun" in ancient Emenchet prophecy.

The golden book in front of her had been opened, and the magical object known as the Book of the Sun was from the ancient Emanchet long poem that recorded the legends of the gods, and until now, when the gods had disappeared for a long time, all the sacrifices of Emanchet still believed that this long poem could help them communicate with the gods and gain the power of the gods.

But no one is going to recite the Book of the Sun in the ancient prophecies of Emanchet, because that language is gone.

Time passed slowly, the long poem seemed to never end, the stars had traveled far along their orbits, and the countess's chanting continued.

Then it was dawn.

The sun has risen.

For the first time, the darkness that enveloped the grotto dissipated, the sunlight illuminated the rocks and the pitch-black frescoes, and the stone walls on all sides were topped by blue skies, dyed white by the sun.

The countess's chanting continued.

The sun brings warmth and light, but at the end of the day, the sun sets.

The blood-red sunset vanished behind the rock wall in the west, and a star lit up in the sky, and at the same time, a crescent moon lit up.

It's dark.

The stars lit up one after another, and the voice of the countess still echoed under the night sky.

Finally, on the night of the third day, the countess stopped chanting.

"Reincarnation is complete......"

The voice that spoke was not the countess.

A giant standing in the light fell to the ground, his voice reaching the heart like a god.

"Nothing can return from the underworld to the present ......"

"Except for the sun. ”