mechanical court

Ozymandis saw that Ivan didn't get in, gave him a meaningful look, then chuckled softly and said:

"I am the chief culprit who murdered King Akhtatun. It is normal for you to be wary of me. But do you really think that you can live safely without the help of the religious order?"

The old fox's tail is finally exposed!

Seeing him suddenly change the subject, Yiwen immediately became vigilant and asked tentatively:

"Your Excellency, you mean that someone wants to kill me?"

"The reason why the witch supported His Majesty to ascend the throne was to allow you to bear the responsibility of subjugating the country, and now His Majesty has completed the mission, that is to say—it is no longer useful to her!"

The high priest raised his head, and the wrinkles and folds on his face squirmed violently, squeezing into a ferocious scowl:

"Do you think you can get the people's forgiveness by desperately saving the interests of the country? No, no, my lord, the people are not as smart as you think, they are just a bunch of mobs. As long as Elle Romeo conceals your blood, the truth will be revealed. It will disappear, and black and white will be reversed from now on! In the history she wrote, you are just a coward, and she is the hero who fights for the interests of the country!"

The vigorous and powerful shout pierced into Ivan's heart like ice thorns, making him shudder and almost suffocate.

"In that case, those officials who helped you rescue me will also be dealt with..." He lowered his head and tightly clenched the quilt with both hands.

"Yes."

The anger on Ozymandis's face gradually calmed down, as if changing his face, he showed a kind smile again:

"Fortunately, we also rescued two of them, and at the same time obtained the original manuscript stained with your holy blood. With the help of the congregation, we have the ability to restore the truth, and only need Your Majesty to make a rational choice."

Looking at the smile on his face, Ivan felt as if a cold blade was slowly scraping the back of his head along an arc—as expected, he just got out of the tiger's mouth and went into the wolf's den again. There is nothing good about these bastards. .

"Of course!"

He picked up the scripture of Hades, put it on his lap, and looked at the other party calmly:

"The relationship between the royal family and the religious order is like the relationship between the god Osiris and the god Atum. We are independent of each other, but we are mixed together. For Menes, for the entire planet of Heberon, I will fight to the end with Your Excellency !"

"Your Majesty can understand my painstaking efforts!"

The high priest finally showed a sincere smile, looked at the scriptures of the underworld, lowered his head, and said respectfully:

"Your Majesty is kind to the sect. We also need you to become stronger and master the power of darkness to fight against that witch. There is absolutely no attempt to be disloyal in offering the holy scriptures. I hope that your majesty will dispel your doubts as soon as possible and study the holy scriptures."

"I understand." He nodded lukewarmly, indicating that he understood.

"In addition to the Supreme Holy Book, in order to express the respect of all believers, we will also present a holy baptism to His Majesty, so that you can obtain an immortal body."

"what!?"

When Ivan heard this, he couldn't keep calm anymore, and stared at the other party with wide-eyed eyes, full of the look of hell.

"Then, I won't bother you anymore, please rest well, Your Majesty, and recover your strength as soon as possible."

Seeing his expression, the high priest didn't explain, and withdrew with an amiable and kind smile.

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Immortal?

It's ridiculous!

If the Atum Order really had this kind of blessing, why didn't he use it for himself?

Ivan knew that there was a supernatural power in Hyperion, and studying the Sun Scriptures could also prolong life, but he had never heard of any supernatural power that could make people immortal. This kind of nonsense can only deceive fools.

Since it can be concluded that the blessing of "immortality and immortality" is false, what is the old fox's intention? Could it be that he wants to harm himself?

"..."

He looked at the black iron door, his heart was full of disdain and vigilance, and from the corner of his eyes, he looked suspiciously around from time to time, as if there were demons hidden in the shadows in the furniture, and they might rush out of the darkness to murder him at any time.

"For him, I still have value...for the time being, my life will not be in danger."

Ivan forced himself to calm down, turned his attention to the Holy Book of the Underworld, and opened the title page printed with the image of the god of the underworld.The hieroglyphic script is the official script of Menes, which belongs to pictographs, and its grammatical structure is very close to that of Chinese, so he did not encounter many difficulties when learning this language.

I don't know if it's a problem with ancient grammar. Looking at the contents of the temple, Ivan felt that he knew every word, but he didn't know what it meant when they connected it.

"...not even a translator, is that old fox playing tricks on me?"

Ivan thought about it for a while, and felt that the old man shouldn't be so boring, so he was stunned for a while, and suddenly felt a slight coolness in his hand.

what happened?

He looked down and was stunned by the scene in front of him. Countless cold lights flickered in the scriptures of the underworld. gear.

Go-go-go-go!

These gears rotate forward or backward, and slowly spread from the inside to the outside, like an open mechanical door, revealing the core surrounded by cage-like elevated pipes.The surface of this dark green core is covered with a network of metal pit lines, hidden in the dark golden elevated pipes, like some kind of mysterious and magnificent gemstone.

"..."

Ivan stared at the core blankly. He had a faint feeling of being watched. The core was like the eyes of some kind of living body, and the metal pit lines were the bloodshot eyes.

He didn't know if this was an illusion, but his body was trembling involuntarily. There seemed to be an invisible door hidden deep in his core. Deep in Hades.

"Darkness, darkness, supreme darkness!"

At this time, a burst of fanatical praise exploded from his ears, each syllable was full of explosive power, as if arriving here through countless twists and turns across distant time and space, with endless echoes.

Countless thin white threads spread out from the core, wrapped around Ivan's arm, pierced through the skin, pierced into the muscle, and connected to the neural network.

"Um!?"

He felt that the surrounding environment suddenly changed, the air seemed to become a shallow water flow, and all objects were covered with a layer of transparent glue.At the same time, the sounds in my ears also disappeared, and it felt like... I was cut off from the world.Only a large amount of information elements flowed towards him like tadpoles, pouring into his body silently.

Soon, Ivan felt that there was a lot of knowledge in his mind. He had just mastered it, but it was engraved in the depths of his memory like the instinct of eating and drinking. It seemed that he had already mastered it.

How do you feel... This holy book of the underworld is the same as a hard drive.

He chewed on the knowledge he had just acquired, and found that the function of the Temple of Hades is really like a hard disk on the earth, a storage medium for information.And those thin white lines seem to be data lines, as long as they are inserted into a suitable device, they can transmit the knowledge hidden in the core.

A few minutes later, Ivan felt a numbness in his wrist, and the space in his field of vision returned to its original state. He realized that those white lines were leaving him, and slowly retracted into the core.

At the same time, the cold light flowing on the scriptures of the underworld also faded and disappeared, returning to its original color.The gears approached and fitted each other again as they rolled, returning to a three-dimensional bronze door, hidden in the paper, and turned into an obscure holy scripture again.

In the dancing candlelight, Ivan lowered his head and stared at his left hand. The shadow of the candlelight on the wall was dispelled by his pupils, and his eyes seemed to be flowing with lava.

"From the underworld... darkness... Is this book real?"

He silently looked at the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and then glanced at the Holy Book of Hades lying beside him.

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