The speculation was like a shadow that abruptly occupied the sun-drenched hall, leaving the camels frozen in the cold. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"It's really a possibility. ”

Untouched, the Count nodded calmly, and began to pray to the tall Horus as if nothing had happened.

"Possibly?"

"Horus doesn't leave himself with a treasure trove that can't be opened, so maybe it doesn't take any digging to open this door. ”

The camel was bombarded with a sudden turn of events in a short period of time, and he almost lost his ability to think, but he habitually calmed down, and then began to think about the count's statement.

"If that's the case, then maybe there's a switch somewhere that can be reached by magic. ”

The Count did not react to this, and he meticulously saluted Horus, paid his praises to the gods, and then placed a bunch of ears of wheat on the altar as a sacrifice.

When the long time passed, the count was sweating, but what he told the camels was not good news.

"There's nothing here that proves the existence of that passage, not a trace of divine power being molded into magic, and no unnatural fluctuations. ”

The camel nodded: "We're in trouble......"

"How long will it take?"

"I don't know. "I hope that trap will buy us a little more time, but to be honest, the countess's escape from death seems to have hidden a lot of unknown ......."

"What?" Camel knew what the Count meant, it was time to leave, but he still had a lot of questions, "how do you know......"

"I saw it. ”

The Count took out a hexagonal crystal plate from under his black robe, in which three silver stars were moving in an unknown trajectory.

"Science has given me eyes to see through the fog. ”

The camel took a deep breath, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

This is a transcendent power that can only be found in Scientology, and a legendary creature that cannot be explained by magic and can create illusions without relying on essences or magic gems.

The three stars were wisdom, strength, and purity, and their light created a realistic illusion in the air above the crystal disk, in which Magellan and the Countess stood in the midst of the group of necromancers, who looked confused, as if they were about to walk towards the necromancers, but with a twist, the two turned their heads and began to run wildly.

What caused the distortion was a childish cat meow.

"What's that?"

"I don't know ......"

The count's face was not confused by ignorance, but bewildered by the confusion of pondering but not getting an answer.

"But maybe it had something to do with an obscure god. ”

"Who?" said the camel, who followed the Count through the dark corridors, holding his lantern aloft, the shadow behind him swaying with his footsteps, "Will the gods not be famous?"

"Gods need followers, but they don't necessarily need the worship of mortals, some gods are very strict with their followers and have no interest in mortals, including Isis, the first of the gods, to disappear, and one or more gods who have been hiding in the mist. ”

"You're saying," the camel paused, frowning and shaking his head, "there's a god who is bothering us?"

"I'm not sure, but it's not impossible......," the count's voice swayed left and right in the corridor, ethereal and distant in the darkness, "For the Emunchet, the nature of time is cycles, and everything happens a second time, for example, if the timing is right, even the dead gods can reappear......"

......

The countess looked up at Magellan climbing on the fresco.

She remembered the Magellan she first knew, the Magellan after losing her talent.

"The man who has to hold it in his hands, doesn't it......"

The countess stroked Miss Betty's ear lightly and put the kitten's face in front of her eyes.

"Meow ......"

At that moment, Miss Betty smiled.

Magellan has fully recovered.

His pride, his extraordinary brainpower, his inhuman physique, all these things that were taken away by the gods, Magellan took back by his own efforts, and moreover, stronger than himself.

The countess watched Magellan leap from the god's ring finger to the index finger like a weightless ghost.

His goal was the third gate facing the dead spirits after passing through the scales on the mural.

From the bottom to the top of the three gates are the giant maws of the monsters, the ornate gates, and the small reeds at the top, and Magellan is the target of the small boat.

According to the legend of Anubis's judgment of the dead, behind this gate is the afterlife that the noblest souls should enjoy, and that should be the place where the believers who most meet the requirements of Anubis should go.

Magellan climbed the beams of the scales with difficulty, walked towards the end close to the head of the Anubis jackal, and then jumped hard at the end, hoisting himself from the side of the boat with the strength of the fingers of both hands.

The gate was the door of the cabin of the boat, and Magellan swayed from side to side, eventually climbed onto the side of the ship, and then stood in front of the gate and gasped for breath.

"I'm going in!"

Magellan shouted at the countess below and waved his hand through the door.

......

"We have to consider a very unfavorable possibility, maybe only at the right point in time, that door will open on its own, if that's true......"

The Count stopped suddenly.

The camel glanced up at the Count and found himself in front of a completely unfamiliar face.

The count's face, who never had any expression, was filled with complex and intense emotions that could not be suppressed, but the camel had no idea what it contained.

"Magellan...... Walked into the trap ......"

The camel blinked blankly, and he swallowed hard from his mouth, and was convinced that he was no different from the Count.

He ...... What will happen?"

The camel felt that he should know the answer, but he just couldn't resist saying it.

"If he is drowned, our sacrifice fails, but at least that can be counted as half a failure. ”

"This is not a person who would casually drown. ”

The camel didn't notice it, his voice was hoarse and dry, like sand scraping on a rock in a raging wind.

"If he rises and falls in an endless torrent, then his soul will eventually be consumed, leaving only the true great power, pure and whole, which means a long but perfect sacrifice......"

The Count bowed his head and said nothing more.

The camel laughed, his voice squeezed into a sharp and eerie whisper from a suppressed laugh.

"That's the kind of guy he's in!