Under the flickering firelight, every notch and pen drawing on the stone slab makes history real to touch.

When the years of ancient and modern times are connected, it is no longer the unreachable moon and stars, and when the dust forgotten by time and space is swept away from the hand.

The cold hairs that stand up from the back of the back, and the tingling sensation that goes all the way to the Tianling Gai, is the greatest pleasure and romance for archaeologists.

Professor Carlis Jackson has been soaking in this relic cave hidden in the courtyard of a suburban house for three days.

The square spire made of pure gold, and the totemic inscription recorded on each broken stone tablet, are the ultimate in the crazy worship of a king and even a god in that era.

Coupled with years of research on the history of ancient Egypt and bold speculation on myths and legends, Professor Jackson gradually sketched a magnificent story in his mind.

It was a long, long time ago, at least 3000 BC before the First Dynasty of Ancient Egypt, and since then it has left behind a forbidden and mysterious name, N Shaba Noor.

He is said to be the ancestor of all "earth gods" with magical abilities, which is suspected to be the ancestor of mutants that appear in modern times. His parents are unknown, his origin is unknown, he was born with blue-gray skin and indigo lips.

He is an abandoned baby who has been adopted by a group of wanderers in the desert and awakens a supernatural talent in the midst of brutal battles. He can discover the power of the depths of the mortal body, and he can absorb this power to strengthen himself.

As he gained more and more powers beyond his imagination, he gradually became the first and most powerful mutant. After successfully overthrowing the First Dynasty of Ancient Egypt, he ruled the land, and people called him the Apocalypse.

As he continued to display earth-shattering powers, Apocalypse began to be worshipped as a god. Whenever he felt that the end was coming, he would transfer his consciousness and abilities to another young body through some mysterious sacrifice to achieve immortality.

And every transfer is accompanied by some kind of terrible natural disaster, sandstorms, floods, earthquakes......

He raised four of his most faithful disciples and endowed them with great power, known in history as the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

The White Horse Knights conquered, the Red Horse Knights War, the Black Horse Knights Famine, and the Grey Horse Knights died.

Every time the Apocalypse appears and comes, it will be followed by the Four Horsemen, who bring endless wars and destruction to the world, enslave mortals, and despise life.

……

Professor Jackson learned from the afterword, which is generally considered by historians to be "Atlanteas"-style fictional historical records.

During a resurrection transfer, the oppressive people rose up to resist and interrupted the resurrection of the apocalypse at the critical moment of the sacrifice while he was unconscious.

The rebels destroyed the mountain-like pyramid structure, and countless tons of falling rocks drowned Apocalypse and his four horsemen, who may have died or still slept in the ruins.

With thousands of years of vicissitudes, there is no trace of this story.

"Could it be—"

Old Jackson's shriveled chapped lips squirmed slightly, and he looked at the bearded men on the other side who were constantly prostrating themselves on the ground, accustomed to this group of apocalyptic believers chanting words of repentance and calling every day like white noise.

Mr. Professor is helpless against these modern Egyptians, who have no deep knowledge of history and culture.

Of the four ancient civilizations in human history, only China is the only one that has preserved a relatively complete cultural heritage and national continuity. For example, ancient India and Cuba have lost their fundamental civilization like the ancient Egyptian civilization that created the miracle of the pyramids.

After the Arabs set foot in Egypt, the ancient Egyptian language gradually fell into disuse, and the Egyptians are now the native language of Arabic.

If the apocalypse really has a spirit in the sky, what kind of mood should he feel when he hears his so-called descendants chanting a bunch of things that he doesn't know what to say.

"Hey... Look for it, it's right here..."

The hook-nosed man who knew English looked at the dusty old professor and couldn't stop muttering, stopped his prayer, squatted over and asked:

"Jackson, did you find anything? What is the revelation of our Lord?

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The old professor glanced at him, stroked his beard, nodded emphatically, and said in a deep voice:

"Dig, right here! This is it! The history of human civilization is about to change..."

……

"What are you kidding?"

Jackson watched as the old man, who was even older than himself, carried out the earth rocks from the hole little by little, and tried to excavate a magnificent monument that could be buried nearly a thousand meters deep in the ground by leaning on the pickaxe and shovel in his hand at the darkest hour of dawn.

"Senid, you're going to dig like this? Do you want to find its secret in your lifetime?"

The only young Apocalypse believer who could communicate with Professor Jackson had a face like that of this group of emaciated old men, silent and silent, and a pickaxe that did not squint at the gravel on the edge of the hole.

"Jackson, the secret here must not be known to outsiders, this is our divine grace, our lord will reward his followers with eternal life after reappearing in the world, and the Egyptian government will drive us away and discover this place for itself."

"This! This... Ridiculous!"

The old professor took a few breaths of anger, and looked at the seven or eight old men who were sending out baskets of rubble, and did not know for a moment whether to despise their ignorance and ignorance, or to admire this pious belief.

Time passed a while like this, the morning light had appeared, and the first rays of light were quietly spread in the courtyard.

Professor Jackson sat sulking for a long time, stamping his feet, but he couldn't help but catch up with the hook-nosed man who kept digging and trying to convince them.

"Do you think Apocalypse is still alive? What era is Senid where you have read books! That's how you're going to dig... To death... Why..."

The young man, who had been with him for a few days, suddenly had a hysterical devouring light in his eyes, and Jackson's snort was like a mosquito, getting smaller and smaller.

"This era? What is impossible in this day and age! Look at those who are strange-shaped, spitting flames and wings on their backs, the legend of our Lord is not a myth, he is omnipotent! That's right... Professor Jackson..."

The young apocalypse believer's hurried high-pitched words gradually subsided, and he smiled strangely calmly:

"——— I forgot you're an outsider, too."

The old professor subconsciously walked back, and the man in front of him was pressing forward step by step, still holding a pickaxe in his hand, and his fierce face was the same as the Middle Eastern extremists he had seen in the newspaper.

Behind Jackson was the entrance pit of the Apocalypse Ruins, covered with several carpets.

The morning light pushed from the corner of the courtyard all the way to the middle, and soon reached the pothole, and the old professor explained as he retreated.

"Senid... You don't have to, I won't say it, alas——— oops!"

Jackson stumbled over the rubble under his feet, rolled up the carpet upside down, rolled all the way down the hole, and fell not far from the Golden Spire.

He got out of the heavy carpet in embarrassment, but fortunately there were a lot of cushions for him, and the wrinkles on his face were piled together, rubbing his old waist that felt like he had fallen.

The morning sun shone through the hole on Old Jackson's face, and on the golden spire.

Airplanes!

A ray of light seemed to activate the minaret, and as more and more sunlight reflected on it, the two-meter-tall pure gold obelisk trembled, and the golden light of the ruins and caves was suddenly stained with the brilliance of gold.

Jackson watched as countless golden threads spread down from the spire, wisps down the boulder, into the endless darkness.

The believers outside rushed down, bowing uncontrollably around the golden spire, chanting the name of the apocalypse.

Thundered...

Bursts of tremors seemed to come from the depths of the earth's veins, like the awakening of an ancient dragon, and an inexplicable momentum that soared into the sky radiated out, stirring thousands of miles away.

And among the thousands of meters deep underground ruins, in the endless dead silence, there was a whisper of sound...

"Shhhh Whew..."

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