Be a real hero for 3 minutes in the infinite death game

Gently shaking the wooden stick in his hand, the security guard looked in the direction of the sound. The strange sound of dry skin and bones colliding with the ground and the dust accumulated on the mummy filled the corridor.

After seeing the existence slowly walking towards here in the corridor, the security guard stretched out his hand, rubbed his eyes quickly, and then grabbed his face in disbelief and twitched it out quickly, feeling the pain. The pain instantly swept from the face to the whole brain, and the pain made the security guard quickly realize that what he saw was not a dream.

Are you sleeping until the end of the world?Why are all the mummies in the museum alive? !

The stick in his hand fell directly to the ground, and the security guard took out the pistol from his waist in a panic, but his trembling hands couldn't aim at all. Respect is still deeply engraved in the security guard's heart. If he hurts these mummies now, will he be judged after death, and will his soul be eaten?

If the former security guard didn't believe in souls or the world after death, but now after seeing this magical scene, he can't help but believe in the legends of the past.

"damn it!"

The security guard threw the pistol in his hand aside, ran to the end of the corridor, opened the window at the end with his backhand and jumped out, looking at the blocked sun, the security guard's mood became a little bit colder, it was the gods who wanted to punish them Yet?

click! !

The sound of bones touching the iron gate sounded, and the warehouse gate was pulled open by a dry arm. Without hesitation, Mark quickly pulled the trigger of his pistol after the gate was opened. A dry and terrifying The head of the mummy was directly smashed, and then there were more resurrected existences behind the mummy.

The sound of bullets firing kept ringing, and one after another mummies who had been resurrected from the dead fell to the ground after their bodies were smashed into pieces by the powerful bullets, and a cloud of smoke with a somewhat stale atmosphere was set off at the door.

After seeing this situation, the pharaoh who was holding a spear in the aisle hit the ground with the spear in his hand, "Stand up!!"

The gravel eagle who was held in the arms of the pharaoh also let out a sharp cry.

Chapter 32: The Guardian Behind the Scenes

But amidst the pharaoh's orders and the shouts of the mysterious existence, the fragments of the mummies that had fallen on the ground flew up again and quickly condensed together again. Except for those skin wounds that could not be healed again, these mummies seemed to have never been seen before. It was completely destroyed by firearms.

"Phoenix Temple!!"

After seeing such a situation, Mark immediately issued an order to Phoenix Temple. Phoenix Temple gritted its teeth, waved its arms, and separated four beads again. The beads flew towards the gate and fixed them firmly. At the four corners of the gate, as the Buddha's light flashed and connected with each other, the four beads formed a square golden thin wall.

These mummies can still approach the warehouse full of Buddha's light, and even come back to life under such suppression. This is what Mark did not expect. Mark is still clear about how strong Nightingale's ability to appease the dead is. This means that Compared to last night, these mummies must have been strengthened by some kind of existence today.

If Professor Lancer can chant the Book of the Dead together at this time, maybe he can push these resurrected beings back to the underworld.

only......

While firing bullets, Mark looked at the old professor who was constantly looking for clues. The current professor has already ignored things outside the window. I am afraid that even if the old professor is stabbed now, the old professor will bleed dry. Before that, keep checking those ancient texts.

If you look carefully, you will find that the old man's eyes faintly revealed an almost crazy attachment.

Mark gritted his teeth at this moment, and he was ready. If the mission could not continue, he would immediately use the dungeon escape card to leave the dungeon. As for the outcome of the others, Then it was out of his consideration. When death really came, it was more important to protect himself.

What's more, I am the best newcomer!It is the group with the most potential!If he died in this first official dungeon, it would be a bit too cheap!

Even though he thought so, but before he was completely driven to a desperate situation, the pride of being the best newcomer would not allow Mark to give up casually like this, and the resentment would always permeate his heart, not to mention that Phoenix Temple had not left him. , how could he be one step ahead?The same as the best newcomer, if he is compared to Phoenix Temple, where will he put his face?

Mark has always believed that he is the existence with the highest potential and the strongest potential among all the best rookies.

Ha Yi is still waving his staff hard to output magic. He doesn't know who he trusts the most. He is thinking about whether to abandon himself and leave this dungeon. He must know how to throw an ordinary newcomer who has just passed the newcomer game to D-level In the dungeon, the probability of surviving is even lower than a narrow escape.

The mummy outside had already begun to knock on the golden barrier, and at the same time the two pharaohs also raised their weapons, ready to attack.

Mark's glance naturally caught the two old acquaintances hidden among the many mummies, and at the same time saw the eagles carried by the two pharaohs, "Dawn! Send your eagles out, I probably found out why these guys It’s so difficult to surpass! The other party has an eagle in his hand, can this thing bother you?!”

Liming, who was carving sacred words on the head of the jackal statue, immediately stretched out his hand, and the golden eagle flew out. The golden eagle rushed out of the enchantment formed by the Buddha's light, and made a loud cry, like a lotus Ruth's avatar-like figure instantly made some ordinary mummies dodge aside, unable to avoid it.

The eagle made of sand had a flash of light in its red eyes.

Far away in the depths of the desert, in an unknown palace, a man in a linen robe showed a strange face. His hands were placed on his eyes, and the golden brilliance in his hands merged with the grains of sand, forming a male figure. Eagle-like mask, this one is the one behind the scenes who resurrected several pharaohs and awakened the mummies in the museum, and is also one of the three guardians of the Royal Valley.

The sun shines through the gaps in this special building, projecting the marks of the sun and the eagle on the ground, and there are special patterns on the walls, like runes and maps.

As a priest who guards a great place, as an existence with ancient inheritance, he can certainly recognize how sacred the eagle made of gold and precious stones is. How could a person with a sinful soul drive that eagle like Horus? Although he is confused, he absolutely does not allow anyone to approach the sleeping place of the great soul! !

"Open your great wings! Bless the sleeping place of the sun god!"

The priest gave an order to the puppet he temporarily controlled from a long distance, and the eagle made of sand spread its wings, and ancient power appeared on the eagle.

With a loud cry, the eagle made of sand soared into the sky, and its sharp claws grabbed the golden eagle. The golden eagle folded its wings during the dive. The defense of metals and precious stones is not the sand. can be easily destroyed.

After blocking the stabbing claws of the eagle made of sand, the golden eagle can be regarded as spreading its wings and fanning towards the eagle made of sand. The powerful force cooperates with the metal wings to directly blow the sand. Half of the wings of the eagle made of sand were scattered, and the eagle made of sand fell to the ground, but stabilized its figure in mid-air.

After the scattered sand stopped in the air, as if being pulled by some kind of force, it quickly returned to the eagle's damaged wing. In the blink of an eye, the damaged wing returned to its original appearance.

Indeed, compared with the golden eagle, the eagle made of sand may not have strong combat power, but the strong recovery power is not available in the golden eagle. Once the golden eagle is damaged, it needs dawn to fight. Repairing, if it is serious, there will be no possibility of repairing, which is equivalent to losing one's own life.

The young pharaoh holding a scimitar should have been impulsive before he was alive, but now when he saw the great sacrificial incarnation being entangled by the artificial life last night, he felt uncomfortable again, and he pushed away a somewhat Fearing the golden eagle, the mummy dodged aside, and the golden scimitar in his hand slashed directly at the barrier formed by the Buddha's light.

Different from before, this time when the golden scimitar slashed at the enchantment of the exotic belief, it actually caused some waves to it.

Chapter 33: I'm Not Some Bedtime Fairy Tale

The scimitar in Pharaoh's hand had a few more runes compared to the previous night. If there were people present who could observe the energy flow, they would definitely find that the power on those runes came from the current The Gravel Eagle wrestled with the Golden Eagle, and even greater power connected from the Gravel Eagle to the depths of the desert.

The old professor was still walking along the corridor where the ruins of the temple were piled up, constantly and quickly identifying the words on the ruins. Finally, the old professor's eyes lit up, he took out his notebook from the side, and quickly recorded and translated the words on the ruins. paragraphs and patterns.

"The great first king who united Upper and Lower Egypt! He wore a crown, and he carried an ax and a scepter! When he stepped on the throne, the sun fell from the sky.

Great God!great sun!It guided the final destination of this king, that is the place where the gods sleep, and it is also the final destination of the great king.

That great king, he did not occupy the valley where the gods sleep alone, but made a declaration to the future kings that all the kings of glory can walk with him!

O valley where the great king sleeps..."

The words translated by the old professor suddenly stopped, and then urgently appeared in the old professor's mind, "Where is the fragment behind?! Where is the fragment describing the geographical location of the valley? Where is it?!"

The eyes of the old professor are full of eagerness to identify the characters on the surrounding building wreckage, looking for the same material, and at the same time, he keeps praying that the remaining fragments of the ruins will not be broken and destroyed because of the long time. After all, those adventurers are discovering When the ruins of the original temple were found, it was already in dilapidated condition.

It was at this time that the pen in Li Ming's hand finally carved the sacred text on the forehead of the jackal statue!

In ancient Egypt, the jackal was the incarnation of Anubis, the god of death. In ancient Egypt, Anubis was always depicted as a man with a jackal head and a scepter in his hand. Sometimes he was also directly depicted as a jackal or Wolves, they are the extraditors of the dead, the judges of the dead, and the guardians of all the dead. Now let him send these resurrected beings back to where they should go! !

"go with!"

Liming pointed at the cracked barrier, and the black statue of the jackal stood up slowly. It was only because of the long years of weathering that the material of this statue showed signs of brittleness. Even when Liming was making this artificial life, The material on his body was strengthened, but I am afraid that after this battle is over, this jackal statue will be completely broken.

To a certain extent, the current dawn can also be called a cultural relic destroyer.

The special stripes on the statue of the jackal flashed, and the eyes that were originally dead became like obsidian. At the same time, it slowly opened its mouth, revealing its sharp teeth.

Outside the barrier, the young pharaoh once again raised the blade in his hand. After seeing this situation, Phoenix Temple took a deep breath, "I can't stop it!"

Mark was also constantly shooting, and his bullets penetrated the pharaoh's body. After leaving a large wound on his body, the pharaoh's body was quickly filled with golden sand, and he recovered as before. The night before, nothing had changed at all.

Mark gritted his teeth, and looked at the Desert Eagle in his hand without thinking. After this dungeon, he must buy a special strengthening scroll, or find a senior who can strengthen the guns, and add As far as special attributes are concerned, it is really too difficult to deal with these mysterious things scientifically.

The pharaoh's golden blade cut an irreversible mark on the enchantment.

Holding a spear, the middle-aged pharaoh with an irrecoverable scar on his face was holding a spear, and was about to charge directly. A black figure jumped out from behind Mark, and the black jackal opened its mouth wide and tore at the middle-aged pharaoh's wrist. Bite away.

Mark turned his head slightly and looked at Liming from the corner of his eye. He was thinking yesterday that besides medical skills, Liming should also have the ability of puppetry, but Mark is not angry at this moment, after all, there is this puppet It is only through the technique that they can get through yesterday safely, but if they lack a little bit of strength, it is unknown whether they can last until the old professor arrives yesterday.

But Mark was still somewhat displeased with Liming's behavior of hiding his abilities.

Alice looked at the mummies that were still surging outside, and clicked on her fairy tale picture book again. A knight in armor appeared in the corridor in the form of a streamer. The knight raised the spear in his hand and began to attack these The dead beings attack.

At the same time, Alice also saw the unhappiness hidden deep in Mark's eyes, "The root cause of the disintegration of the team has been planted... Although that guy is not a stingy existence, he is definitely not generous. Will the game be BE?"

Li Ming sighed, pulled out the pistol from his pocket, and was ready to fight, "Do you guys like to watch this kind of situation so much?"

Alice froze for a moment, the pure girlish expression on her face disappeared without a trace, she showed a somewhat bewitching smile, and the pink and gold fairy tale picture book in her hand turned into blood in an instant. Red, and then quickly returned to the original, and the bewitching smile on Alice's face also subsided in an instant.

Alice twirled her parasol.

"After all, I'm not some bedtime fairy tale for children~"

Li Ming shook his head, didn't care about Alice, but quickly ran to Mark's side, raised his pistol, and was ready to fight. The magic wand in Ah Yi's hand was constantly waving, the ice cone made of ice, Cohesive around it, ready to launch at any moment.

At this moment, the professor on the side became confused, "No! It really doesn't exist! The second half of the inscription really doesn't exist——!! Damn it, is the clue broken just like that?!"

Because there was not much light in the room, the professor was holding a flashlight in his hand. At this moment, because of the anxiety and anger in his heart, the professor unconsciously threw the flashlight on the ground, and the light flickered twice and hit a broken stone tablet.

After the professor calmed down, he took a deep breath and was about to pick up the flashlight again and look through it from beginning to end to see if there was anything missing, although the professor himself knew that the possibility of this was very low, almost zero.

But just as the professor squatted down and looked at the stele illuminated by the flashlight, his eyes narrowed, and another hope appeared!

Chapter 34: Bite!

Professor Lancer took a deep breath, and quickly came to this inscription. The movements of his hands became more and more rapid. This is not the back text of the previous inscription, but it pointed out another clue, that is, the temple is accompanied by The transfer of the headquarters was carried out due to the migration of the capital, and this inscription pointed to a brand new temple deep in the desert.

The ruins of the old temple had been destroyed. In that case, the hope was placed on the new temple. In the depths of the desert, there must still be hidden clues leading to the pharaoh's sleeping land.

It’s just that these descriptions are very general. What can be done now is to translate them all, then record them in the notes, and then slowly solve the recorded puzzles. As long as you find a new temple, you will be able to find it The clues of the Royal Valley, even if the found temple is still the old abandoned temple, then the location of the new temple can definitely be found.

So step by step, step by step!Every step will get closer to the place where the sun falls! !

"Follow the Big Dipper of the sky in the middle of the night...through the vast and dead land...look, that is the river of eternal death..."

The translated words were written in the notebook one after another, and the eyes of the old professor became brighter. This is different from the stele describing the Royal Valley before. The inscription on the location of the new temple is not incomplete.

Although the ruins were damaged, the inscription describing the master of the new temple and the omnipotence of the new temple disappeared, but at this moment, the old professor didn't think the incomplete part was so important, and the worries in his heart could be revealed. Completely overshadowed by the excitement of discovering that great place, it never occurred to me that there might be priests in the new temple.

Although the title of pharaoh has been cut off for 700 years, there are still three guardians in this ancient land, guarding the valley where the sun falls.

The legend of the three guardians is also what the old professor has heard from some inscriptions praising the guardians and some respected local old people for so many years. Before that, the old professor has always had a certain degree of respect for these three guardians Fear, now the old professor realizes that he is wrong, as long as he can find the valley where the great king sleeps, no danger will make him feel afraid.

Now the old professor is no different from the adventurers, archaeologists, scholars and artists in the Cthulhu running game, and may become a group destruction engine at any time.

Liming has no time to deal with the old professor now. When Mark and the young pharaoh holding a scimitar were fighting together again, the middle-aged pharaoh in front of Liming also raised his hand like an old friend. His spear, his cold eyes, fixedly stared at Liming, Liming raised his pistol, and at the same time thought in his heart that the Jackal had issued an order to be ready to support him at any time.

Now it is time to delay, as long as the old professor can complete all the records, then the book of the dead can once again exert its power. If you are lucky, you can directly send the two pharaohs back to the underworld.

As for the gravel eagle entrusted with the consciousness of a certain mysterious person, at this moment, the golden eagle of Dawn broke the window, and the two eagles flew out of the museum to fight in the sky above the street.

Holding a spear in his hand, the middle-aged pharaoh stabbed at Li Ming's forehead, and Li Ming rolled forward. While dodging the spear, he narrowed the distance between himself and the middle-aged pharaoh, aiming the gun in his hand at him. Several shots were fired in the heart of the middle-aged pharaoh. The bullets sank into the middle-aged pharaoh's chest, and the golden sand spread out.

The body of the middle-aged pharaoh paused for a short time because of the continuous attacks from the gun and the damage to his heart. Li Ming took advantage of the situation and raised his right hand, punching the pharaoh's damaged chest.

The knowledge brought by the understanding of the human body and the power that reached the limit of ordinary people acted together on this punch. The middle-aged pharaoh widened his body, spit out a large mouthful of golden sand from his mouth, and at the same time his body stepped back two times. step.

Liming's attack was not as simple as just punching. The golden scorpion that had been sleeping quietly on the gold bracelet on his wrist seemed to wake up suddenly at this moment, and quickly followed Liming's fist and crawled into the center. In the middle-aged pharaoh's body, while the middle-aged pharaoh's heart was slowly recovering, the golden scorpion also fell asleep in the middle-aged pharaoh's chest.

The middle-aged pharaoh did not notice the abnormality inside his body. He was already a dead person, and the body he has now has already lost his life. Pain and other feelings do not exist on their bodies. Yes, unless attacking their power, possessing sanctity, or acting directly on their souls.

After the pharaoh's body recovered, he quickly swung the spear in his hand and shot it down again. Just when the spear was about to hit Liming, a black shadow quickly sprang out from the side with sharp fangs and bit the pharaoh's arm On the ground, the powerful force caused the pharaoh's attack to deviate. Li Ming took advantage of the situation and moved forward again, sweeping his legs, kicking the pharaoh to the ground.

Afterwards, Li Ming pressed himself up, relying on his own understanding of the human body, firmly locked several key points of the pharaoh's strength with his limbs. Struggling, at this time Liming clenched his fists.

As if receiving an order, the golden scorpion in the pharaoh's heart started a violent attack.

In early ancient times in Egypt, the scorpion was also known as a symbol of kingship, and together with the rosette, on the head of the scorpion kingship symbolized the incarnation of Horus, and was also considered a representative of the scorpion king, now endowed by the dawn After life, it also has divine attributes.

Accompanied by the golden scorpion's attack, the Pharaoh's struggle immediately stopped a few times, and his body strength was also much weaker. This attack directly affected the depths of the soul, and the black jackal also opened its mouth and lifted it up. With his sharp claws, he began to tear the middle-aged pharaoh's body. As the extradition of death and the judge of the soul, it did far more damage to the soul than the golden scorpion!

"Bite!"

The pain acting on the soul continued to appear on the body of the middle-aged pharaoh. Obviously, the body composed of sand and mummies would recover no matter how damaged it was, but the body of the middle-aged pharaoh gradually dried up. With the weakening of the soul power, The vitality and blood that had been preserved in his body finally began to spread out.

Chapter 35: Advantages

The middle-aged pharaoh's skin, which looks indistinguishable from ordinary people, began to dry up gradually, like a bucket that was originally intact, suddenly missing a corner, and the missing opening is still expanding, the water in the bucket machine It will be leaked at a faster speed, and the pain of the soul being torn apart is also unbearable for the middle-aged pharaoh.

This time, the blessing that the high priest bestowed on them turned out to be the sweetest poison.

The priest awakened them sleeping pharaohs, and even gave them power that they didn't have before, and even the withered mummy was restored to the same appearance as ordinary people. This powerful recovery power is not what they, the pharaohs, possessed themselves , but it was given to them by the high priest who guarded the Royal Valley.

Their souls can return to this world from the underworld, and they will not leave the current body anyway, achieving a certain kind of immortality.

This is indeed a powerful combat power, but now such an immortal body and the retention of the soul have become the greatest torture.

The middle-aged pharaoh's eyes widened. The jackal was constantly tearing at his soul, and the golden scorpion was constantly moving in his heart, and even emitted some kind of inexplicable toxin, which made his body even worse. Uncontrollable, even with the damage of his soul, his soul may not be able to return to the eternal peaceful place again.

If he was usually revived by spells, the middle-aged pharaoh would definitely throw away his mummy body and let his soul return to the protection of Osiris in such a situation, but now because of the blessing of immortality, his soul has no way to escape body!Every time he wanted to leave this body, he would be pulled back by an inexplicable force, and then torn by this jackal.

It won't be long before this goes on, and my soul will be completely...

At this moment, one of the three guardians guarding the Royal Valley, the high priest of the temple, did not have time to take into account the pharaoh's situation. The turmoil in the empire 700 years ago still affected the inheritance of the sacrificial temple after all, not only Of the temples that originally spread throughout the entire Egyptian region, only this last one hidden in the desert remained, and only his lineage remained among the countless priests.

More importantly, a large number of classics have been destroyed, and the sacred power has finally fallen along with the royal power.

Compared with those high priests in the past, his current strength is much weaker. His ability to make props and puppets is far inferior to Dawn, who has Nitocris's skill in making sacred props.

This golden eagle has been entangled with his conscious incarnation. Although he tried to use the spell passed down from the temple to forcibly restore this lifeless existence to a dead thing, he obviously failed. Fortunately, the opponent has no way to completely eliminate the incarnation of his consciousness, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

The High Priest's main body stored in the desert temple clenched his fists, and finally sighed softly. He did not pause in the movement of controlling the gravel eagle, and at the same time raised his hand and waved it forward. A crow made of golden sand appeared in the temple, grabbed a fragment of a special decoration that he had placed on the table, and quickly flew into the depths of the desert.

The high priest had a somewhat bad premonition in his heart. As a person who served the great pharaoh and the gods, such a sudden premonition in his heart was not groundless. I am afraid that this time looking for the existence of the place where the great king sleeps is really true. It will pose a threat to his life. If this is the case, then we can only make plans early.

This is a catastrophe.