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Chapter 249 Extra Chapter 242.N Abel
In the alien world called "Tiber", there is no moon in the night sky.

On the seven-layered sky, the everlasting starry sky hangs.

Ancient sages believed that these stars were reflections of things on the ground in the sky.Therefore, they tried to discern the laws of destiny from the arrangement and movement of the stars...

But it wasn't until the first messenger arrived that they realized they were fundamentally wrong.

The divine messenger gave them the truth - that the starry sky was not a reflection of this world, or even anything of this world - but other worlds themselves.

They are other "migratory surges".

Just as this world called Tiber is a "certain" footprint left by Sophia's journey.And those stars are His other footprints.

Under the night sky, in the middle of the Nasiriyah desert, there is a bright light.

That is the city of Ur, and the temple of Ur.

Because tonight is the day of a major festival.

——It is the day when an apostle returns from a certain star named "Babylon" in the infinite starry sky.

The brightest place in the center of the city is the Temple of Ur, which looks like a layered pyramid, overlooking the entire city like an elephant overlooking a flock of sheep.

The base of the pagoda is rectangular and divided into four floors, which gradually become smaller from bottom to top.

Bricks painted with black asphalt are built in an alternating horizontal and vertical manner to form three steps, which lead directly from the ground on the north side of the temple to the temple on the top floor.

In front of the tower, under countless grease torches burning with black smoke, the crowd was cheering noisily.

On the staircase in the center, the team holding the ceremony finally finished their climb and officially entered the temple on the top floor.

The interior of the temple is empty except for a huge black rock cube hanging in the middle.

The huge rock cube was fixed to the stone pillars around the temple by dozens of thick iron cables. The stairs entering the temple continued upward, extending directly into the entrance in the center of the rock cube.

The ceremonial procession in unadorned linen robes paused at the door.

Except for the leader, a dark-skinned girl with dark hair and beautiful appearance, everyone else took out black cloth from their arms and covered their eyes before moving on.

The cube's surface is carved with sacred images brought by messengers.

It is said that those who see these patterns can directly transcend the language and realize the truth given by the messenger.

But they don't have this qualification.

The team then continued up the stairs and entered the opening in the center of the cube.

After entering the interior of the cube, the stairs have not yet reached the end, but continue to move forward.

Because in the center of the cube, there is also a two-meter-square sarcophagus suspended in the air, which is fixed to each inner corner of the cube by iron ropes.

The stairs continued upward like this, surrounding the four sides of the sarcophagus, and finally formed a platform in the shape of a return.

The ceremony procession spread out on the platform and stood around the sarcophagus.

A large lock half a meter long is inlaid in the center of the sarcophagus cover surface, and is surrounded by twenty smaller locks near the edge.

The indentation of the large lock was empty.The indentations of the twenty small locks were almost filled with red liquid of blood, which bulged slightly under the action of tension.

Except for the girl at the head of the team who stood a little further away, the other hooded members of the team silently took out their obsidian daggers, cut their fingers, and started dripping blood into the indentation of the small lock.

The liquid level, which had been filled to the limit, finally broke the tension balance and flowed towards the designed grooves on the side, converging on the big lock in the center.

Finally, the blood in the dent of the big lock was filled.

Under the invisible force, the sarcophagus slowly opened with a "rumbling" sound.

From the gap in the coffin lid that gradually opened, a sleeping face was revealed
——It is the man known as the "Warrior Captain".

After a few breaths, the coffin lid was fully opened, floating quietly above the sarcophagus.

And in the center of the sarcophagus, which was almost as spacious as a bed, the warrior captain finally opened his eyes.

He covered his head with a confused look on his face, groaned unconsciously, and raised his upper body.

The girl who led the team spoke a word in an unknown language, seemingly giving an order.

So, the person who was originally walking at the end of the team stepped forward, stepped into the coffin, and knelt down beside the warrior.

The warrior captain paused for a moment.

Then he instinctively swung his arm and chopped off the man's head with his knife.In the fountain of blood, the headless corpse fell.The head rolled out and hit the wall of the sarcophagus with a bang, and then the warrior commander's confused face suddenly moved.

Next, the dark-skinned girl continued to give orders.

Two, three... the sacrifices in robes walked down the sarcophagus one by one, came to the warrior leader, and were killed by him instinctively.

Soon, the sarcophagus was filled with blood, and fallen bodies were piled up on all sides.

The warrior captain finally rubbed his forehead and walked up from the sarcophagus.

He covered his face, looking like he had woken up from a hangover, and walked to the only remaining leading girl.

The girl finally asked a longer question in an unfamiliar ancient language.

She said: "Are you awake? Abel?"

The warrior captain looked up at her with a still sleepy look, suddenly smiled wryly, and swung his sword to slash her.

The girl's head above the eyes flew out instantly, but no blood spurted out.

She was still standing there steadily, her head was empty, with neither brain nor blood, and what appeared was a smooth wood grain surface.

Like a doll.

Then, the remaining lower half of her head moved her mouth again and asked again: "Are you awake? Abel?"

"Wake up, wake up, my dear brother." The warrior captain responded in the same ancient language while moving his neck.

The apostle with the title of "Artisan" controlled the girl's human form and reminded: "Gender follows the body. So, you should call me sister now."

"Okay, got it, brother."

"..."

The craftsman didn't answer and seemed to have given up.

"After all, your true spirit is positive. So there is no problem in calling you brother." The warrior commander said casually, and then asked, "How long did it take for me to be resurrected this time?"

"Then should I call you sister?...The alternation of day and night for sixty times."

"Whatever...did anything happen during this period?" the warrior commander asked casually, and then seemed to remember something with the recovery of his memory, his expression changed, "By the way, before I was killed last time, I discovered Something very important——"

"The gardener knows," interrupted the craftsman.

"..."

"Our great mentor always knows everything." The craftsman emphasized again, handing over a red gem. "This is his letter to you. It is used to explain to you what happened during your sleep. Something happened."

The warrior captain took the gem and put it into his mouth.

Then his expression changed: "The person in power who defeated me and forced me to commit suicide turned out to be..."

"Yes, it's the flesh and blood of Atalabadu."

"...It turns out that you also failed. You were also deceived by the fake product made of the Creator's Clay."

"Yes."

"What instructions did the gardener give you?"

"Follow you."

"Very good. Then you must leave Tiber with me and go to Babylon again."

"No problem, but first, you have to go out to be welcomed by the believers and give them blessings." The craftsman turned his mutilated head to the door, seemed to glance over there, and said.

Outside the temple, the cheers of the crowd became more intense.

Among them, there are more and more tidy hymns and prayers mixed in.

"I can't wait to share my joy and the gospel touched by this death with everyone," the warrior captain said.

With a pious look on his face, he wiped the blood splattered on his body with his fingers and made a cross on his chest.

But in the end, he also habitually put his fingers into his mouth and sucked hard.

(End of this chapter)