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Chapter 1129 1127. The Little Mummy’s Confidence: My Grandma is a Big Star in the Underworld - More Updates [415]

(Additional update for brother "MortaLs丶叶" [4/5])
Nefertari said she was going to perform a ritual, and everyone, including the three vampire dukes, was very curious.

How the Dead Moon Church, the origin of the necromancy school, communicates with the underworld is a secret in itself. Although there are many necromancy theories on the entire continent, when it comes to orthodoxy, we still have to look up to the Songhai people.

Even though such a talented person like Cui Si secretly studied in the Holy City of Dead Moon for several years, she still failed to fully learn the secret of Dead Moon. This shows how profound the inheritance of this thing is in its place of origin.

The most important thing is that other schools of necromancy teach their disciples how to harness the deadly death energy of the eclipse while they are alive, but only the Church of the Dead Moon has a whole set of secret techniques specially prepared for the undead. Many of their powerful forbidden techniques require the user to be an undead himself.
This is also the main reason why Tracy did not learn all the secret techniques back then.

Although the Scarlet Witch is crazy, she would not kill herself just to learn some forbidden techniques.

In short, while Pablo and Claire led a group of pirates who were unwilling to go to the underworld because they thought it was unlucky, and accompanied Senior Senno to find the Pharaoh of the Underworld of the Badis family to discuss cooperation, the little mummy began his performance in the priest's dormitory in the ritual area where everyone was hiding.

There is no need for any particularly complicated magical tools, because the summoner and the summoned are related by blood, so the little mummy itself is the most important magical tool.

The rest were some auxiliary items. With Grand Duke Hathor, the first vampire psychic master, by her side, Nefertari didn't even need to collect them specifically. She could just tell the name of what she needed.

However, when the little mummy closed his eyes and called out the 37th number of needed materials as if reading out the names of dishes, not only Grand Duke Hathor with a frosty face, but even Tris who was leaning on the star staff beside her covered her eyes.

Clumsy
How clumsy!

Considering that Nefertari is also from Transia, Tris kindly reminded:
"That's enough, little mummy. Just be a little greedy! Don't take advantage of the opportunity to fleece others, and do it so openly. Be careful or your grandmother Hathor will jump up and hit you on the head. No matter how rich her family is, she can't stand your mischief."

"Ahem, alright, this is about enough."

When she realized that her little trick had been discovered, Nefertari coughed twice. After Grand Duke Hathor waved his hand and threw out all the materials she needed, she and Afeng immediately began to prepare for the ceremony.

Sure enough, only four of the thirty-seven materials were used in this process, and the rest were all put into Nefertari's own pocket.

Call her stupid, but she still knew the principle of “share the spoils equally” and distributed some of the good things to her apprentices.

Say she is smart, look at this kid, she didn't even tell anyone she was dividing the loot. With her brain, she can only do bad things at noon, because sooner or later her legs will be broken.

Tris and Shani turned their heads to look at Hathor at the same time. How else could he be the Grand Duke of Secret Blood?
There was no trace of anger, only a calm expression, as if the materials just now were New Year's money given to naughty kids. Considering that the Secret Blood Clan has the support of the golden thigh of the ancient country of Callum, Hathor himself is probably the richest among all the blood clans.

Money? What is that?
Take it away, take it away!
Don't pollute my eyes!

The Grand Duke, who always covered his face with a long hood with black lace edges, was now more concerned with the core knowledge of the spiritualism performed by the little mummy. As a vampire who pursues truth and wisdom, if he could really learn something beyond academic knowledge today, then the money would not be spent in vain.

Nefertari did not disappoint others either.

Although the brain-dead little mummy is crazy and unreliable in other matters, her underworld inheritance is quite solid. After all, she is a disciple of the current chief priest of the Dead Moon, and Lord Bayek has always been famous for his rigorous academic approach.

As the little mummy danced the "Welcoming Dance" of the Hades War Dance in the activated spiritual ceremony, the concentration of death energy in the surrounding area rose rapidly, and within a few tens of seconds it reached a level that made the living feel uncomfortable.

Its cold and gloomy attributes gathered into a solid cold wind that swirled and blew in the room, causing Princess Friel to shiver. The concentration was enough to summon the spirits of the underworld, but only the little mummy was seen dancing without the real spirit appearing.

Just as Tris and Hathor were wondering if the summoning had failed, Nefertari finally finished her last dance step.

But before she could land with a graceful swan jump, bow to the audience and take a breath, a dark green arm made of dead energy appeared from nowhere and hit Nefertari on the forehead with a heavy blow.

There was also a slightly harsh rebuke:

"Is this how you do the welcoming dance? Why don't you jump on the spot like the oasis gorillas? Not to mention the many changes in the leg rhythm, how should you place your hands on the seventh and twenty-sixth beats?
Also, do you have a steel plate in your waist so you can’t bend?
You danced the Hades War Dance like a puppet, with no aesthetic appeal at all!
Ouch, I'm so mad.

How could I give birth to such a stupid granddaughter like you!
It's been so many years, and you can't even master the simplest war dance to perfection. How are you going to take over my mantle when you come to the underworld? I'm afraid that the painting empire I built for you will be ruined by you, an unfilial daughter!
practice!
Still have to practice!
From today on, you must set aside at least four hours every day to practice dancing. This is the last capital for our impoverished Bohm clan to survive. Do you hear me?

I will supervise you personally.

If you still don't take it seriously, I will ask the ancestors to supervise you personally!"

Faced with a series of harsh scoldings, the little mummy cheered heartlessly, rushed towards the open door to the underworld in front of him, and shouted auspicious words such as "Grandma, I miss you so much".

The next second, the little mummy was caught in the air by a pair of slender hands decorated with jeweled arm armor. With a helpless yet doting nasal voice, the main person in the summoning ceremony finally appeared.

What caught everyone's eyes was a pair of overly long legs, wearing very delicate jeweled slippers, with an ambiguous leg ring on the left leg, and above it was a skirt armor like a sexy costume, revealing a small waist and a teardrop-shaped jewel embellishment on the belly button.

Tiny golden chains wrap around the waist like a belt, and the bold breastplate is decorated in the same style.

It is charming, alluring, and has a kind of decadent and erotic style that makes honest people dare not stare at it. But to be honest, there is nothing wrong with this dress. After all, what should not be exposed is not exposed at all, and what should be exposed is not concealed at all, which is exactly the point between eroticism and obscenity.

That was a female Songhai.

She wore the golden fox mask of the Bohm family on her face, and her long hair, which was wrapped with firefly-like green spots, dragged to her calves and was decorated with silver hair accessories in different shapes.

But as mentioned before, this lady's height is a bit out of this world, two heads taller than the normal Songhai male, which makes her look a bit more awe-inspiring when she is on the edge of being shy.

However, their strength is real.

This is a golden mummy queen, and from the emblem of "Permanent Honorary President of the Underworld Song and Dance Association" embellished on her breastplate, it can be seen that she is most likely the leader of all the mummy dancers in the Songhai Empire.

That means the little mummy’s grandmother is also a super assassin.

Maybe she is the most dangerous assassin since the birth of the Songhai Empire. At least when Xia Ni saw her, she immediately became alert. That was the sense of danger among colleagues.

The little mummy standing next to his grandmother is, without exaggeration, just like the ugly duckling standing next to the swan.

But considering that the little mummy died of illness at a young age, it is understandable that her body was not fully developed. If she could live to this day, her figure and demeanor would probably be similar to that of her glamorous grandmother.

"There are quite a few people here. It seems that my ignorant little girl has made a lot of friends."

After the grandmother appeared, she looked around. Her eyes under the golden Hades mask lingered on the three vampire dukes. She said to Hathor and Tris:
"You two have both explored the secrets of the underworld. Especially you, Tris, the arrogant and bold Scarlet Witch, who almost stepped into the underworld. My three-headed dog still remembers your scent."

"Then I really feel honored, Mrs. Pom."

Trish leaned forward slightly and said:

"We can talk about our past entanglements later, let's talk business. As you can see, the current Pharaoh Thutmose II has suffered a tragic event. We are here to escort him to the underworld and to hold a funeral ceremony for him at the Hall of the Dead.

Can you arrange that?"

"arrange?
You wouldn't really believe my granddaughter's bullshit about me, would you?
My identity in the underworld is not as transcendent as you think. Although I do know some people, I am only a person who entertains people with sex. It is usually extremely difficult to arrange for a group of living people with strange identities to transfer through the underworld.

Not to mention that the underworld is in a state of chaos right now."

Mrs. Pom shook her head and said:
“I have never seen the conflict between kings develop into such a chaotic mess in such a short period of time. The power struggle in the world of the living has undoubtedly affected the dead, making it impossible to rest in peace and tranquility.

Even the Hades beauty pageant scheduled for next month has been delayed because of this. As the main judge, I am very dissatisfied. I even accepted the "gifts" given by other contestants.
However, I am somewhat powerless about this.

I don't know what's going on in your world of the living recently, but the rebels in the underworld have officially abandoned their belief in the Creator. The most extreme of them have turned to the 'Lord of Original Sin', determined to break the rules of life and death and let the power of death dominate this sea of ​​sand. The war has begun."

"Grandma, please tell us something we don't know."

The little mummy asked with his hands on his hips:

"You are a figure with all-powerful hands and eyes in the underworld. All the mummy dancers must obey your orders. You are the real queen of intelligence. So, don't you find the connection between these things? The great priest of the sun, Berdinos, has started a terrible rebellion. He also said that he is the grandson of Mamluk, the king of the ghosts."

"Well, I already know this, and I have also determined that the forces behind those Hades rebels should come from the Wraith Abyss. It seems that the Wraith King is unwilling to rest in peace and is still stubbornly determined to complete the 'Death Moon War' that he has always dreamed of."

Mrs. Pom sighed, and holding a traditional sand flute instrument, she thought for a moment and said:
"Let me go over and make some arrangements. I'll find you a path that will quickly lead you through the underworld to the Hall of Death.

There are also conflicts among the pharaohs of the underworld. It is precisely these conflicts accumulated over the years that directly led to the disintegration of the most powerful dead in the underworld. What I fear most now is that a war will break out among the eleven ancient kings who hold power in the underworld.

That means there will be no chance for mediation.

It is too late to bridge the gap now, but Thutmose II joining the ranks of the Hades Kings may delay the outbreak of the conflict."

"More than just Pharaoh, Grandma."

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The little mummy whispered:
"My mentor will also return to the underworld today and join the ranks of the Black Rod Archons who assist the ancient kings in managing the underworld. The addition of these two is enough to change the power structure among the ancient kings.

Moreover, the mentor has some standing with the six ancient kings recently, so he might be able to suppress the chaos.

Besides, now that the rebels have started fighting, once they officially join the war of the living, the orderly side's underworld army will definitely also join in.

Grandma, now is not the time to think of ways to appease and maintain a false peace. You should quickly find Grandpa and let him make preparations early."

"Well, my granddaughter has indeed grown up and understands a lot, which makes me very happy."

Mrs. Bohm is very satisfied with her granddaughter's growth.

She took a last look at Afeng, who was standing aside as obediently as a quail, and then strode into the gate of the underworld.

The "grandfather" that Nefertari mentioned is the unlucky ninth pharaoh, Bom I. Although he has a bad reputation, he is a real pharaoh, and therefore ranks among the kings of the underworld and possesses the highest power in the world of the dead.

Mrs. Bohm was able to thrive in the underworld, not only because of her unparalleled beauty, delicate mind, and natural ability to navigate between many parties, but also because of her father's protection behind her.

Therefore, the aristocratic politics of the Songhai Empire is truly unsolvable. You see, even the world after death is controlled by the aristocratic families.

"Come here, everyone. I will grant you the blessing of the Wanderer of the Underworld, so that you can step into the land of the dead with the bodies of the living. But you must follow me and don't run around randomly!"

The little mummy summoned everyone over, and while casting a strange secret spell of protection, he warned:

"The living cannot see the path to the underworld, so one wrong step could trap you forever.

Lady Trish and Grand Duke Hathor should be especially careful.

Your actions of spying on the underworld have made you unwelcome in the world of the dead. Even though you have your grandmother protecting you all the way, you can't tell whether you will offend some fool. There is no other energy in the underworld except the spiritual energy of death, so your strength will be suppressed to the lowest.

Don't start a war!
I emphasize it again!
If someone scolds you, just bear with it and don’t take the initiative to provoke them.”

"Oh, I'm going to be scolded this time."

Tris shrugged helplessly, feeling that today she was going to pay the price for her youthful arrogance.

Others didn't have time to share the same sentiments as her. After waiting for several minutes, the gates of the underworld opened again, and ten mummy dancers walked out, took the Pharaoh's coffin, lifted it up, and then danced the strange steps of the dead to send it into the underworld.

The crowd followed closely behind.

But Afeng noticed that the spirit of the little mummy was leaving her body. Just as he was about to ask, he heard Nefertari explain:

"My body is just a disguise. In the future, I will become a pure spirit dancer like grandma. You will see my 'true face' soon. Tsk, this is the first time I show my true form outside of my family.

Remember to take a picture of me."

Nefertari emphasized:
"I have always had a big problem with your 'Transian Beauty Ranking'. I think my looks are no worse than that idiot Pinkie Pie, but it's a pity that my shrunken mummy body holds me back.

Oops, I won’t say anymore.

Walk! "

She cheered and jumped forward, turning into green netherworld fire, breaking away from her body and diving into the gate of the underworld in front of her. The spirit Afeng followed closely behind her.

At the moment of leaving the material world and entering the underworld, Afeng suddenly felt his body sinking. He even felt the long-lost "suffocation", as if all the reactions of the living had returned.

While breathing deeply in this special dimension, he looked at his hands and body.

He thought he would continue to exist here as a spirit, but he obviously underestimated the wonders of the underworld. The spirit here has a real entity, and just like when he was alive, even his thinking has become much more active.

"Hey, are you scared?"

A light voice sounded from behind Afeng, with a hint of ridicule and joking, Nefertari said softly:

"Do you know why the Church of the Dead Moon regards the underworld as the final destination of all dead souls? It is because the Creator has transformed the environment here so that the dead can recover all their senses when they were alive, as if those taken away by death have been returned.

Unfortunately, the longer you stay in the underworld, the more you will be assimilated into the environment here, and eventually become a part of the underworld and unable to escape.

The ancient kings can no longer return to the living world, and they are one of the pillars of this world of the dead.

So, am I good-looking?"

She turned around like her grandmother, raised her head and asked, and Afeng's eyes were wide open at this time.

For the first time, he finally saw Nefertari's true appearance hidden under the mummy's body.

She's just a smaller version of Mrs. Pom.

It's exactly the same! Even the charm and seductiveness of an exotic dancer are perfectly inherited, and the wonderful eyeliner on both sides of her eyes makes Afeng feel as if he has seen the legendary Cleopatra.

"Hey! Are you stunned? Take a picture! I'm still waiting to be listed among the top ten beauties."

"Oh! Then strike a good pose and lift your legs a little."

(End of this chapter)