Egypt, the huge five-pointed star array that inexplicably shrouded the sky made countless Egyptians chaotic.

If it weren't for the imminent festival, Egypt's military and police forces have militarized major cities, and countless military and police patrolled the streets with tanks and chariots to maintain order, and people would have fled on a large scale.

Rao is so, chaos is inevitable.

"Guide, guide, that's what you're saying that only Miro is in danger, and the rest of Egypt is not in danger at all?

There were tourists and tour guides arguing on the street.

"What about the consulate? What's going on with our country's consulate in Egypt, shouldn't we arrange for the army to escort us tourists back to China at this time? Why is there no movement at all? I can't get through on the phone?"

"The pentagram that symbolizes the womb of the underworld is the key to life that symbolizes the rebirth of the gods...... Is the coming of Osiris, O god Ra, inevitable?"

An elderly Hanmiit man looked at the pentagram in the sky in horror.

As a continuation of the bloodline of the ancient Egyptians in modern times, the older generation of the Hanmites have a deep understanding of the ancient Egyptian culture that is bound to the blood in their bodies.

The pentagram and the life key, the two symbols that represent the pharaoh and the gods, were not the ones he came into contact with most often, but they were the ones he knew best.

Because after his death, these two symbols will become part of his corpse.

But it was precisely because of this that he was terrified.

After all, what happened in Miro is no secret in Egypt.

"Why is this happening? Why is this happening? Why is the god of the underworld coming down? The dead cannot interfere with the living, isn't this the divine law laid down by the god Ra?"

Above the sky, the huge five-pointed star array became more and more demonic, and endless black mist erupted, and above the black mist stood the throne of bones, on which a man with a beard and a flail and a scepter sat upright.

He wore a white crown full of red feathers on his head, symbolizing ancient Egypt, and his body was green as a symbol of Egyptian agriculture, and his broken golden eyes were full of indifference.

When they saw Him, His name automatically appeared in the hearts of those present.

"Osiris, Guardian of the Forest, Giver of Civilization, Judge of Death, Lord of the Underworld, God of Agriculture and Fertility!"

Osiris's figure was not tall, and compared to the huge pentagram that seemed to be boundless, he felt very small.

But no matter where you are, as long as you can see the night sky, when you look up, the pupils in your eyes can reflect His figure.

As if noticing the ants below, the god Osiris cast an indifferent gaze.

In an instant, all the people's knees involuntarily bent down and bowed to the god in the sky.

The old Hanmit man knelt down and felt sad in his heart, "Pull God, have we Hanmit been completely abandoned by you?"

On the land of Egypt, I don't know when a cold wind blew, and the people kneeling on the ground felt that their bodies were gradually becoming cold.

"It's cold. ”

A man kneeling on the ground thought unconsciously, and the next moment his pupils constricted, because the bodies of those who knelt down involuntarily like him in his sight were decaying little by little, decaying, and transforming into bones, and after only a few seconds, the soles of his feet and calves turned into miserable white bones.

"It's the wind from the underworld. ”

An Egyptian couldn't help but think of those legends.

Legend has it that the underworld is a forbidden place for the living, and it blows a bitter cold wind all year round, and the body of the pharaoh or the gods that is blown by it will gradually become cold and stiff until they become dead.

Only the ship of ten thousand years of the god Ra and the eye of Horus of Horus can withstand the winds from the underworld.

He glanced down at himself, and the bottom half had unconsciously turned into a miserable white bone.

"Am I going to die?"

......

In the presidential palace in Milo City, Catherine simply and rudely shaved her head, put on a wig, changed into sacrificial clothes, smeared her body with dense and pungent essence, held the wheel of fortune in one hand and the jug in the other to find the dance that she remembered the god of Ra and danced.

Clemens and the others knelt on the ground, the white bones under them spreading upwards little by little, and half of their bodies were almost replaced by white bones.

"It's the reincarnation of a god, nothing at all. Clemens compared his body that couldn't move and the other party's dancing that was not affected in the slightest, and his eyes showed a look of envy.

"The hope of Egypt is all in you, Catherine, that you will succeed in the sacrifice to the god Ra. Shreif said expectantly.

Dance?

Several folklorists who were well versed in ancient Egyptian mythology muttered to themselves, "Isn't dancing danced by priests and high priests?" Catherine was the reincarnation of a god, and her status was equivalent to that of an earthly pharaoh.

According to the frescoes in the pyramids, it is enough for her to directly meet the gods and offer her gifts and merits, why should she learn the high priest to dance to please the god Ra, is it that the frescoes in the pyramids are mistaken?

After Catherine danced the sacrificial dance, the wheel of fortune in her hand suddenly flew up.

The wheel of fate, which was so decayed that it seemed to collapse at the touch of it, was suspended in mid-air, and the spinning wheel creaked and turned, and one by one the fine translucent silk threads stretched out one after another on the spinning wheel.

One end is connected to the wheel of fate, and the other end goes deep into the void.

"Fate...... The Wheel of Fortune turned out to be really an artifact. ”

"Why doesn't it move when it's in my hand?"

"The wheel of fortune has been activated, does it mean that the sacrifice has been successful?"

"Huh, I can move?"

"Not only are we able to move, but our bodies are also recovering. ”

The people who knelt on the ground found that they could move, some stood up with surprise on their faces, and some collapsed on the ground with a look of fear.

Sitting on the throne of bones, the golden eyes of the god Osiris flashed with a hint of irritation, and in an instant, a violent wind rose, a storm struck, and the furious thunder and lightning pierced through the huge five-pointed star array, hitting the earth, making a roaring sound.

"Is this the god?" said Ninnetir, looking at the god Osiris, "how terrible it would be to disturb the heavens of this magnitude just by being angry. ”

Squeak crunch...... The spinning wheel kept turning, the wind stopped, the clouds were silent, the furious thunder and lightning subsided, and even the anger of the god Osiris was unconsciously hidden.

The thick darkness was pierced by golden light, and the ship of ten thousand years climbed up from the horizon like fire.

Pull God, descend to !!!!