The spirits incarnated by Sur VII have spent more than a hundred years intermittently.

For many years thereafter, it was sometimes spent in mausoleums, sometimes in priestly temples, and sometimes on battlefields.

Whenever the Nile people were in need, they would be awakened from the tomb by its priests and rushed to the battlefield. After battling its enemies, it returns to the temple, where its priests maintain, repair, and repaint the golden body, before returning to the mausoleum to await its next summoning.

Over the years, the priest holding the Book of the Dead has changed several times, from a calm elder to a young man, but it makes no difference to it, just as it doesn't care at all whether it sleeps in the mausoleum or fights for whom.

It seems to remember everything, and it seems to remember nothing.

Time passes.

The young priest became a gray-haired old man, and the old man gave his Book of the Dead to a maiden at the last meeting.

On that day, the tomb was lit with a faint candle flame, like an ancient lamp in the River Styx.

The girl took the Book of the Dead with a nervous expression, turned around and accidentally knocked over the burning candlestick. After a scramble of cleaning up and apologizing, she finally walked up to him nervously, knelt down slowly, and touched the edge of his coffin with her forehead.

"Hello, Lord Sur VII." The maiden priest bowed her head quietly, like a devout believer, "From this day forward, I am your priest. ”

Silent.

"When I was ten years old, my tribe was destroyed by dragon fire that fell from the sky, and it was you who killed that dragon and saved me from the dragon's claws." The maiden priestess whispered, "From then on, I was determined to be your priest and accompany you for the rest of my life. ”

Silent.

"Now, my wish has finally come true." The maiden priestess smiled happily, "I pray to the teacher to let me live in your tomb so that I can see you as soon as I open my eyes." ”

Silent.

The spirits did not respond to the girl's words.

It should be a corpse and a coffin in the mausoleum, and both the corpse and the coffin cannot speak or think.

The maiden priest was perhaps the most diligent, patient, and devout of all the priests.

Ever since she became its priest, she has been in the tomb every day, wiping, cleaning, and maintaining it without saying a word.

At first, she was in front of the front...... The spirit of the previous pharaoh was still a little restrained in front of her, but after a long time, the spirit was as quiet as a mural on the wall, and she slowly stopped being formal.

Sometimes, she talks to herself while cleaning.

"Today I saw an old woman begging in the bazaar, so skinny, so pitiful, I stuffed the meatloaf I just bought for her."

"The priests in the temple are holding events again, saying that it is to celebrate the autumn harvest...... What is there to celebrate in the autumn harvest? We all know that the seasons are the result of the rotation of the planets, and they have nothing to do with the priests, so I don't go. ”

"Today on the street, someone openly slandered the deceased, and I was so angry that I almost rushed up to fight him. Later, this person was taken away by the guards, haha, he deserved it. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm back late today...... I saw a beautiful golden kitten on the side of the road, it was so cute. It's a pity I can't bring it back, or it will scratch the walls of the tomb and your coffin board. But it's so cute! ”

The spirits listened silently.

As the days passed, the maiden priest gradually let go in the uninhabited tomb, revealing her hidden lively nature.

"Lord Sur VII...... Ouch, we've known each other for so long, can I change to a more affectionate name? Lord Seven? Little Seven? Hahaha, just kidding~"

"Wow ~ Guess what this is? It was rosin oil bought from a merchant in Tianzhou! I've heard that it's best to use rosin oil to maintain the coffin, so I'll give it to you! Guaranteed to polish you! ”

"I heard that there is another war in the south, this time to grab a secret realm full of spiritual energy with the Mauryan Dynasty. Yes! That bald third prince with peacock feathers is so annoying! I want to beat him all over the ground looking for teeth! ”

Silence, eternal silence.

"Alas...... You can't speak...... If only you could talk. The maiden priest murmured in a low voice, "The high priest said that the dead can return, but the return is not a resurrection. Every deceased is a hero and guardian of the Nile, but not a single 'living person'.

"But, however, how I wish you could be truly resurrected and become a real man.

"That way, I'll have a friend.

"Hah—I'm probably delusional.

"When you were still alive, you were also a venerable Pharaoh, how could you be friends with me, a pariah, and listen to me here."

The maiden priestess leaned against the spotless stone platform, pillowed the golden coffin, and fell into a deep sleep.

The burial chamber fell silent again.

In the place where she couldn't see, the will of the spirit seemed to have a strange fluctuation, and at that moment she wanted to get rid of the identity of the "deceased" given by the prayer of all peoples, and to say and do something.

Thoughts that had never been felt before were like young shoots that emerged from the dry riverbed, but as soon as the sprouts sprouted, they hit the heavy shackles called "prayers" and were instantly snuffed out and died.

- You are the dead, you are the guardian of the Nile, the strongest weapon of battle.

- You're dead, but you're going to keep fighting for us.

- You will be resurrected and become the sword of the Nile, slaying all the enemies who covet him.

In the year that Sur VII toured the country after his death, the "prayer" from the Nile people was so hopeful.

So it became what they wanted it to be.

It's the dead, it's a hero, it's a weapon, it's a sword, but it's not itself.

But this is the root of why it is the cause of the dead, the root of which all the dead cannot violate.

In the end, the spirit still lay there quietly, saying nothing, doing nothing.

The days passed, and decades passed by in a snap of a finger.

The priestess who accompanied the spirits also grew day by day, from girls to women, and from women to old women.

She was no longer young, no longer lively, no longer jumping off, but she still came to its tomb every day on crutches, and carefully wiped every corner of its coffin.

In this life, they have experienced dozens of wars, large and small, and each time she held the Book of the Dead to wake it up from silence, took it to the battlefield, and led it back to the tomb after the war to repair its damaged coffin.

The spirit was as silent as ever, as if that wave of will had never existed many years ago, as if she, like all the priests who had ever passed by, had passed by in its long life.

It was not until the two hundred and first year that Sur VII woke up as a spirit in the coffin, and until the seventieth year when the original maiden priest began to wipe the coffin for it.

The gods descended, and the aura was cut off.

(End of chapter)