abnabooks Chapter 442 Corpse Oil Spreads, Deep In The Tomb
Chapter 442 Corpse Oil Spreads, Deep In The Tomb
The rain continued to fall, and a pungent sulfur smell filled the tomb. Thick smoke and dust rolled and slowly gathered into a long and thin black line, seeping into the floor along the cracks.
The black line gradually spread and spread, along the corridor, straight to the depths of the tomb.
Li Ang held his breath and listened carefully to the changes in the sound of footsteps.
The footsteps came closer and clearer.
"Da da da……"
There was a sound of heavy footsteps from far to near, Li Ang clenched his dagger tightly, waiting for the enemy to appear.
The sound of footsteps stopped, Li Ang held his breath and was on guard, but he didn't encounter any attack for a long time.
Li Ang hesitated for a few seconds, then stepped forward and walked to the center of the tomb.
He squatted down and fiddled with the dirt on the ground with the dagger in his hand.
The black soil is very hard, with a wet and sticky texture, touching the palm of the hand, giving people an illusion of extreme disgust.
"This is... mud?"
Li Ang frowned and stared at the black soil in his hands, "Where did these come from?"
He tried to dig forward, and the color of the black soil gradually darkened, turning dark green.
"Is it corpse oil?"
Li Ang's pupils shrank suddenly, he got up quickly, stepped back quickly, and ran to the edge of the tomb wall.
At the end of the tomb, the black candles burned out, leaving only the remains piled up in their original positions.
Li Ang reached out and touched the wall, it was cold and solid, covered with a layer of grease.
He took out the lighter and lit the candle, observing with the help of the faint light.
At the end of the tomb is a thick stone brick wall with intricate totem textures carved on it. In the corner is a three-meter-high altar surrounded by clay pots holding candles.
"Candlesticks for sacrificial offerings?"
Li Ang looked at the patterns on the slate suspiciously. These patterns looked like ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs, and he only knew a few words—symbolizing greatness and sublime, honoring and mysterious.
Li Ang speculates that the text recorded on this stone tablet is an ancient Egyptian language used to sacrifice ancestors.
But the surface of the stone slab is smeared with circles of weird metal rust, showing the traces of the vicissitudes of time.
"What used to be here?"
Li Ang calmed down and cut the stone brick with a dagger.
The bottom of the stone bricks is covered with thick gold.
They present a semi-liquid and semi-gelatinous viscous, like mercury or metal, shining with a magnificent golden color, and flowing with fine crystal debris.
Li Ang picked up a gold brick and weighed it. The weight was as light as nothing, but the weight was beyond imagination.
"Is this gold!"
He became excited, and scanned the pattern on the gold brick with a flashlight, and lines of text emerged.
"Alexandru..."
"Is this gold brick made by Alexandru?"
Li Ang raised his eyebrows and continued to observe the surface of the slate.
In addition to the gold bricks, there are some simple decorations drawn on the stone slabs, including a bull's head, eagle claws, mace and scepter, and a gem-encrusted spear.
Li Ang studied it carefully and found that although these things are rough, they seem to be connected with "Alexandru".
"It seems that this is Alexandru's saber?"
He took out the short sword and inserted it into the gap between the stone bricks.
As the dagger entered, the stone slab cracked open, and a circular hollow appeared.
Li Ang drew out his dagger, and saw a palm-sized iron plate in the hollow, with some primitive patterns carved on the iron plate.
He raised his dagger and moved closer to it. After careful observation, he found that there were many words engraved on this iron plate, but they were too vague to distinguish the authenticity from the false.
At this time, the stone slab above the hollow suddenly burst and collapsed, and a ball of black mud fell, covering the iron slab.
The black mud squirmed and penetrated into the iron plate, dyeing the iron plate black in a short while, and became transparent again.
The writing on the iron plate is clearly visible: "...I am the patron saint of the Egyptian people, Alexandru Ezvanov...
The history of the Egyptian nation has been lost in the torrent of time, and you will never know of my existence..."
Li Ang was stunned. The content on this slate reminded him of the word "Egyptian history", which seemed interesting?
At any rate, he had found the legacy of Alexandru Ezvanov.
This gold brick is made of gold, and the words and patterns on it are also cast in gold, which is invaluable; the iron plate is a spear forged by Alexandru himself, which is a very precious handicraft; Hundreds of black clay sculptures were buried with him.
These funerary objects are all gold and precious stones, and their value is even greater than the two copper boxes before.
Li Ang carefully put away the gold bricks, and turned to look at the bronze coffin in the corner.
The spells on the bronze coffin were faintly visible, and they were distorted and grotesque portraits, full of terrifying power fluctuations.
He stretched out his palm, grabbed the coffin lid, and shook it violently, trying to break the coffin lid.
The woman in the coffin screamed in pain, the coffin lid finally came loose, slipped into the coffin, opened the bottom cover, and inside lay a young child, wrapped in chains and tied to a huge wooden frame .
A black iron box was placed on the wooden shelf. Complex and obscure magic symbols were engraved on the surface of the box. You could vaguely see a ferocious wolf head on top of the box.
"This should be... the Eye of the Wolf King!"
Li Ang's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly looked around, and found that the wolf king's eyes were sleeping peacefully, with his eyes slightly closed, as if he had fallen into a certain kind of silence, completely forgetting himself.
"The Magical Beasts in this world like to sleep and rest after eating and drinking, and it seems that the Eye of the Wolf King is no exception...
Um? "
Li Ang stared at the eyes of the wolf king, and suddenly thought of a possibility.
"Could it be that the ability of the wolf king's eye is to sleep?"
The Eye of the Wolf King can make Magical Beasts sleep in a coma and keep them stable for a period of time. It can even control the behavior of Magical Beasts, making them lie obediently and wait for orders.
Such ability is really great for Li Ang.
"This thing must be a special item of legendary level. If I have it, my combat power will definitely be doubled!"
Li Ang swallowed, and looked greedily at the Eye of the Wolf King.
This object is an Egyptian sacred vessel, representing the Apex of the Egyptian mythology system.
If you can get it, you can not only get powerful magic power, but you can also use it to build a tyrannical force, or even build a country!
"But how do you get it?"
Li Ang rubbed his smooth forehead, thinking about the solution.
Suddenly, a vague omen of danger rushed into his heart, making his hair stand on end in an instant, and he rolled to the side without hesitation.
Rumble!
Accompanied by the explosion, the entire tomb trembled violently, the sand on the top of the tomb fell rustlingly, and a violent air wave hit Li Ang, almost blowing him away.
The top of the tomb was suddenly cracked, revealing a dark and deep hole, with a ray of sunlight shining in.