The touch was slightly cool, Maha's face was slightly stunned, and he slowly opened his closed eyes. Turning his head blankly, he looked at a pair of eyes that were just as nervous as him, "Am I not dead?"

"No!" Tatam snorted coldly and waved his hand to the people around him, "The Ark of the Covenant can be touched, go and try to open it!"

The subordinates around him received the order and ran towards the ark with shovels. The entire ark of the covenant has a very clear lid and body, and the warriors of the Tuya tribe tried to open it. But maybe it's too heavy, maybe it's not opened for a long time, and the lid doesn't move.

After trying several methods, the Warriors finally lost patience and struggled to pry the lid of the Ark of the Covenant with shovels one by one. More than a dozen strong warriors couldn't shake the lid of the cabinet even a little with all their strength to eat.

"Click-" Suddenly, an emerald sound sounded, and the shovel in the hand of a warrior burst into action. And the warrior suddenly lost his balance and crashed headlong into the ark of the covenant, and in an instant, his brain burst and his body was on the spot.

Everyone stopped moving, staring blankly at their companions who were still twitching on the ground. Seeing his subordinates pause, Tatam's face suddenly became gloomy.

"Why stop? You have all followed me to the battlefield, haven't you ever seen the dead? The warriors of the steppe will be with death at all times. Everyone should take caution and be cautious. Keep prying!"

After receiving the order, although the warriors of the Tuye tribe felt a little sad in their hearts, the habit of obeying the order engraved in their bones still made them continue to pick up the shovel.

But this time, it's very strange. It was so easy, as if it was effortlessly pried open the Ark of the Covenant. A crack opened in the Ark of the Covenant, and a blood-red mist rose from the Ark.

Tatam's face suddenly changed when he saw it, "It's not good, it's poisonous, everyone hold your breath!"

As the minutes passed, the blood-colored red mist gradually dissipated. But no one felt any discomfort. Even the few people who inhaled the blood mist at the beginning did not have the slightest abnormality.

The Ark of the Covenant was opened, and everyone who saw the scene in front of them was stunned. Tatam's face turned cold, "Tell me, what's inside?"

"Return...... Returning to the general, inside is ...... It's a corpse......" Maha quickly straightened up and walked back to Tatam.

"The corpse is in the ark of the covenant...... How could it be a corpse?" Tatam strode in disbelief, sticking his head out and looking inside. With just one glance, Tatam's face instantly turned ugly.

"Corpse...... Is it really a corpse? Isn't the Ark of the Covenant a sacred artifact of the Radiant Cultists? Even if it wasn't a god inside, it should be like a holy grail...... Why is it a corpse?" Tatam suddenly went a little crazy. Legend has it that even a mortal can gain great power as long as he obtains a holy relic.

Tatam was counting on this thing to make a comeback, but now ...... What's the use of getting a corpse and a magic weapon that you can't even touch?

"Uncle Tatam, you say...... Could this corpse be their god?" the little prince gradually stepped out of the shadow of fear, and slowly walked towards the ark of the covenant.

Poking his head out, he glanced at the corpse in the ark of the covenant. A corpse is not a skeleton, only a corpse is decomposed and only bones remain, and the corpse in the Ark of the Covenant is not decomposed.

But even if it hadn't decomposed, the corpse had become a dried corpse. Not only can I not see my face clearly, but even my facial features are already a little unrecognizable. The shriveled skin and flesh wrapped tightly around the bones, like a ball of sun-dried orange peels.

The appearance of the dried corpse was also extremely terrifying, and the little prince just glanced at it and quickly withdrew his gaze, and he didn't even dare to look at it a second time. After closing his gaze, the little prince walked around the ark of the covenant. The more he looked at it, the more strange the little prince's face became.

"Uncle Tatam, look at this ark of the covenant, does it look very similar to the coffin of the Central Plains? The only difference is that the coffin of the Central Plains is made of wood, but this one is cast of bronze!"

Listening to the little prince's words, Tatam's eyes gradually became resentful. In the grasslands, the custom of burial in coffins has never been popular. So at first, Tatam didn't think about it either. But after the little prince said this, Tatam suddenly understood.

Isn't that what it is? The Ark of the Covenant is a coffin, but it's made of bronze. And the person sleeping in the coffin should be the founder of the Holy See of Light.

Of all religions, the first founder is mythologized as a god. Isn't praying to the coffin praying to the gods? Thinking of this, Tatam sighed leisurely.

"It seems that it is impossible for us to obtain the power of the holy relics, in that case, little prince, I will send someone to the Glorious Empire. I hope to use this as a bargaining chip to mobilize the Radiant Empire to send a large army to restore the country for us. ”

"Just according to Uncle Tatam's wishes!" the little prince humbly bowed to Tatam, looking at the huge chalice on the round platform, the little prince's eyes showed a hint of greed.

"Close the coffin!" Tatam shouted, and suddenly a cold cross wind blew as his voice landed. In an instant, the torches in everyone's hands were extinguished, and everyone was plunged into a terrifying darkness.

"What's going on?" and for a moment, one scream after another rang out.

"Wind, how can there be wind, it's closed all around, how can it be ......"

"Ahh The scream was so terrible that it was like a wail before death.

"Who? Which bastard made that scream?"

"Who's calling it......?"

"Ahh Suddenly, everyone panicked, and the scimitar came out of its sheath, staring at the darkness around it with the faint cold light of the scimitar.

"Ahh......h Don't...... Save...... Save ......"

After that, there was no more sound, and the whole space fell into a dead silence. The warriors of the Tuya tribe clinged to each other, scanning the surroundings with horror on their faces. However, in addition to the darkness in front of us, it is still darkness.

Suddenly, a torch rose in the middle of the crowd, and the light of the torch lit up again. While everyone was in a state of panic, only Tatam remained calm.

One torch lit up, and the rest lit up. It's as if fire can dispel fear, and light can make people forget death. However, when everyone saw everything in front of them, everyone's heart was once again raised to the door of their throats.

Three dried corpses appeared on the ground, as if their blood had been drained. Two eyeballs glared out of their sockets like light bulbs, and the face of death was violently distorted as if facing unimaginable pain.

However, these three people were still their companions just now, and they were still alive in front of everyone's eyes. But in just such a moment, he died so horribly and horribly.

"Ghost ...... It must be a ghost...... There is a ghost ......" Finally, the heart of one of the warriors of Turya collapsed, and he let out a cry of pain. Looking back at his companions, he was full of grief and pity.

"Little Prince, let's go...... There's a ghost......"

However, he saw a pair of frightened eyes, a pair of frightened eyes staring at him. Slowly turning his head in confusion, a hideous and frightened face appeared in front of him.

So close, you can even feel the other person's breath blowing on your face. For a moment, he felt only a string break in his mind. His brain was blank, and his whole body trembled violently as if it had been electrified.

"Ghost ...... Ahh

The hideous face suddenly opened its bloody mouth, and he could clearly smell the thick bloody breath from his mouth. Like a demon, he grabbed the prey in front of him and bit him on the neck with a fierce bite.

"Ahh And the original burly figure of the Tuye warrior also shrank rapidly.

The face is visibly distorted, the eye sockets gradually widen, and the eyeballs slowly spit out. It burst open like a pinch of water and shot out a milky white sauce.

And everyone who saw this scene suddenly churned and retched in their stomachs. But, in the midst of the infinite fear, everyone even forgot about vomiting and forgot about the physiological reaction. Hundreds of people, trembling like a group of freshly hatched chicks.

The dry corpse finally slowly lifted the head buried in the neck of the Tuye warrior, and looked at the Tatam group opposite. The corners of his mouth cracked slightly, revealing Sensen's teeth.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the monster's originally dry skin has actually regained some elasticity. Although it is still so hideous and terrifying, it has the appearance of a human being.

"Don't be afraid, everyone, follow my orders!" Tatam instantly put away his mind, and a surging flame burst out of his eyes, "He's not a ghost, he's not a monster, he's an enemy."

Consider him an enemy, my warriors, raise your scimitars, obey my commands, and kill—" Tatam drank passionately, and when he heard Tatam's military order, everyone seemed to be back to the time when they were galloping on the battlefield.

Although there is still such fear in the heart, everyone has faith. They are the warriors of Tuya, and they are an invincible army. Even if they don't have a war horse at the moment, they still have a scimitar.

As soon as the military ordered, everyone raised their scimitars and slashed at the monster on the opposite side. The scimitar slashed at the top of his head, but the monster didn't seem to see half of it and didn't dodge. A ray of moonlight slashed at the monster's neck at a strange angle.

The imaginary scene of the head flying did not happen, and the scimitar seemed to have slashed halfway into the fine iron, making a golden sound of a golden strike. There was a hint of playfulness on the monster's face, as if mocking the inadequacy in front of him.

The palm of his hand stabbed out like lightning, stabbing fiercely into the chests of the two steppe warriors in front of him. In just an instant, the stabbed warrior shriveled down as if he had been drained of a water bag.