While waiting, Yan Luge also climbed another tall building and sat down on the edge of the rooftop.

He shook his legs and looked at the golden coffin on the roof of the building in the distance casually: "Well, I always feel that things are not so simple...... although the 'Destiny Real-time Calculation System' is a little mentally retarded in terms of function, and the angle of each mission issued is also strange, but there are traces to follow."

"For example, this time, the system thinks that it will take a 'live broadcast' to get Sur VII to join the Blackstone Institute, but I can't figure out the logic of the mission.

"Obviously, there are more simple and effective ways for Su Er VII to complete the second awakening and get rid of the cognition of the 'ruler', why does it have to be an inexplicable 'live broadcast'?

"It's more likely that I'm ignoring something than 'the system is playing with me'...... Or rather...... Is there anything else I don't know......"

The voice of the song was extremely low, almost drowned in the whistling wind.

He didn't want to tell anyone in the first place, he just talked to himself.

Bailu was limited by the hardware limitations of the mobile phone microphone, and knew the whining wind, but he couldn't hear what he muttered.

"What did you say?" She asked.

"Nothing."

……

Sur VII stood silently on top of the building.

After losing its sense of the target, it stops all movement.

Overhead, the dawn of the sky was gradually breaking.

At your feet is the city that is getting noisy.

The scenery, which is very different from the ancient Niro, falls into its eyes, gorgeous and prosperous.

The prosperity of modern cities is beyond the imagination of this ancient being.

Even the cultivators who went to heaven and earth in ancient times were not able to build such an endless super-large city, but ordinary people in the era of science and technology did it with their own strength.

It's a miracle.

But Sur VII just watched, waited, did not react, was silent and quiet, as it had been for many, many years before when it had been lying in the tomb, in the exhibition hall.

But only it knows vaguely...... Maybe it's different.

There was a frenzied, chaotic, noisy voice that stirred in the ears of Sur VII, as if it were near, and yet as if it were far away.

"Pharaoh ...... Kill ...... They ......"

"Going to die, right? It's going to be killed, right? ”

"That's what the legend says......"

"Cursed ......"

No one knew that Sur VII could hear the hearts of the people. The dead of Ancient Niro can be.

When Yanluge killed its priests, he thought that he had severed its connection with the outside world and cut off the control of outsiders over it.

But that's not the case.

Even the top transcendents who have been reborn from the future know that in Ancient Niro's magic, the contract between the living and the dead is anything but as simple as "the living call the dead to return, and the priests guide the dead with the Book of the Dead".

Ancient Niro, an ancient and powerful transcendent nation, has mastered the deeper laws on the line between life and death.

The "Dead", as a powerful combat weapon, has never betrayed Ancient Niro, and it is not entirely because the priests who guide them have been selected at various levels and are absolutely loyal and reliable to Ancient Niro.

Rather, it is because the dead never betray their subjects.

The spirits "deceased" born by the will of the nation are different from ordinary spirits, and they do not remain in a constant state from then on, but change according to the voices of many people who wish for it.

Guardian, Conqueror, Pioneer, Slayer, Savior...... The dead can be anything needed for this otherworldly realm.

The will of the people is what the sword of the "deceased" refers to.

If the dead are likened to a large sailing ship, then the priest is only the stewardship of the ship, and the desire of the billions of Nile people is to lift the river of the great ship.

If the priests obey the will, then the dead are the most powerful weapons in their hands.

If the priest was to turn away from the people and try to betray Gu Niro, the deceased would have his head cut off in an instant, and then quietly awaited the next priest to succeed him.

Of course, it is not easy to get the deceased to hear the voices of hundreds of millions of Lebanese people.

It takes a medium to do this.

That medium is – the Lamp of the Dead.

Almost every Nile people has one or more lamps of the dead.

The amazingly talented Ancient Niro cultivators optimized, simplified, and de-transcended the runes on the Lamp of the Dead, and finally turned it into a craft that ordinary people could master, and taught everyone in that realm.

Four thousand years after the aura, the craft of making the Dead Lanterns has been preserved in the form of a traditional craft that has been passed down to this day.

To this day, Sur VII can still hear people's hearts through the lamp of the dead engraved with his name.

Those voices are influencing it, changing it, shaping it.

Today, in this union of city-states known for its freedom, the voice that lingers in the ears of Sur VII is no longer the worship and prayer of the ruler by his subjects, but a well-known urban legend.

- "Pharaoh's Curse".

For more than 100 years, Li Chongshan's ancestors led explorers into the tomb of Sur VII, and saw in the tomb an inscription of a curse written by a priest - whoever disturbed the pharaoh's sleep, the god of death would spread its wings and descend on his head.

The explorers left the tomb and died one after another, as if in revenge for the dead, and the "curse of the pharaohs" became famous.

The Golden Family eventually cracked the curse, proving that the so-called "curse" was actually just a brain infection caused by an unknown ancient bacteria, but this rather mysterious rumor has survived and has even intensified in recent years.

When Li Chongshan ignored the rumors for the sake of tourism income, he probably never thought that the deity of Su Er VII in the coffin could really hear the thoughts of mortals.

In a horror story with a strange and absurd color, the image of Pharaoh Sur VII is gradually distorted in people's hearts.

"Sur VII was a terrible, tyrannical pharaoh."

"Sur VII is an evil undead who hates all living people after losing his life."

"Sur VII will kill everyone who disturbs its sleep, everyone."

That's how the people of the Nile Federation view it.

Thousands of years later, the subjects want it so much.

So, with the power of almost rules, Sur VII slowly became what they thought it would be, following the ancient pact of the dead and the living.

…… Even if it doesn't want to.

By the standards of the Blackstone Institute, Sur VII, it is degenerating into an evil spirit.

It wants to protect its priests and subjects.

It wants to kill anyone who disturbs its peaceful sleep.

It loves this vibrant world.

It is jealous of all living beings.

It treats its people with tenderness.

It tyrannically destroys everything.

It......

Ancient and modern, good and evil, two diametrically opposed desires were torn fiercely in this spirit body, as if to tear it in half.

The fledgling Sur VII could sense that something was wrong, but the ignorant creature didn't know what to do with the jumbled thoughts.

It is only silent, and it can only be silent.

Until the two voices are completely separated.

Make it the guardian of the Nile Commonwealth again.

Or become the most terrible evil spirit of our time.

(End of chapter)