The Emperor's Daily Nitpicking

"You!" Oswald's mind was blanked by the oncoming heat wave.

Looking at the moment when Kevin waved at him in the midst of the fire, he was almost at a loss, but soon, an anger even more monstrous than the fire in front of him swept up instantly.When a person is extremely angry, his brain is almost fragmented, and he can't even speak a complete sentence.

When Kevin turned and disappeared, Oswald subconsciously reached forward to grab a handful.

"Your Majesty!" The Wujin cavalry team behind them chased after him. In a hurry, they didn't even see Kevin's face. They only saw a residual phantom and the emperor who was so angry that he almost rushed into the fire.

The first few swooped in and grabbed Oswald, trying to pull him back so he wouldn't get burned.However, when they rushed in front of them, they discovered in horror that His Majesty the young emperor had already put a hand into the fire, not almost.

"My God! Quick!" someone shouted, "Hand! Your Majesty's hand!"

When a person loses his mind, he always has a lot of weight and strength, and at this time Oswald was in this state of anger.He didn't even realize who was stopping him, who was pulling him back, the scarlet fire had burned through his eyes and brain.

Most people in Wujin Iron Cavalry knew that the emperor was superb in melee combat and long-distance attack. When beating people, his fists were as hard as iron, and the force was terrifying.But they never knew that when the emperor lost control, his strength could be so terrifying...

In the end, seven or eight people barely stopped him, and the one closest to him was almost thrown into the fire.

Oswald was forced to stagger a few steps back, away from the flames.The noisy voices around him finally gradually entered his ears and penetrated into his brain.

"Where's the medical officer?! Call the medical officer! Your majesty, your hand! Your hand must—eh?" The roaring man suddenly stopped the car in the middle of his sentence, and turned into a question. He murmured in a tone: "I clearly... I clearly saw your hand stretched into the fire, how could, how could it be unscathed?"

Oswald's originally light-colored eyes were blood red, full of bloodshot eyes from anger and anxiety.It took him a few beats to realize the meaning of this sentence, and he finally freed his eyes to look at his hand.

There was hardly even a trace of fire on his hands, let alone injuries.

But he did put his hand into the fire, no one knew better than himself.

Oswald was panting heavily, staring at his right hand without blinking, the rationality that had gone away finally came back slowly, and the soaring anger was slightly suppressed.

With a cold face, he pulled his arm, pulled his hand out of Wujin Iron Rider's hand, and then took two heavy steps forward.

"Your Majesty!" The people behind wanted to grab him again, but he stopped him by raising his hand.

Although his anger was slightly suppressed, he still couldn't say anything.

The real heat wave that was almost scorching hit his face again, and with a gloomy face, he simply stretched his entire arm into the fire amidst the sound of heavy panting.

The crowd behind them burst into exclamations.

Oswald even stayed in the fire for a while before pulling his arm back. He glanced coldly, raised his head and gestured to everyone, and said in a deep voice, "Fake fire."

There was no way the fire could kill anyone, though it looked terrible and it was scorching hot.

Oswald strode into the sea of ​​flames almost without hesitation. He lingered for a while in the scarlet flames, but he never touched anything resembling an entrance.

As if to confirm the emperor's conjecture, the fire came and went suddenly, and the momentum stopped almost in the blink of an eye. The flames changed from high to low, and then disappeared quickly.And when the fire subsided, the high wall of thorns that stood there was still branching up to the sky, and the vines wrapped around it were still layered with broad leaves, not a single one was scorched, as if the fire just now was all imagined by everyone.

And the only thing that remains from the fire just now are those howling sounds that are faintly visible, far and near, like ghosts, which make people get goosebumps.

Oswald glanced at the wall of thorns with a full body of depression, but found that there was no trace of any entrance at all, let alone the shadow of Kevin.The bloodshot eyes in his eyes are slowly fading away, but his eyes are still so cold that people dare not open their mouths or approach them.

He was silent for a while, then suddenly kicked the obelisk hard.

"boom--"

The copper obelisk, which had been dug up by half, completely flew out of the soil, hit the wall of thorns heavily, and rolled back to the ground, where it fell sideways.

Everyone shrank their necks and fell silent.

After a long while, someone finally tried to remind: "Your Majesty, that monument... the upper and lower sections have different colors."

Oswald closed his eyes and slowly opened them again. His heavy breathing quickly calmed down, as if he had forced his anger from the surface into the inside. He walked to the obelisk and squatted down, stretched out his hand touched it.

Just like what the Wujin cavalry said just now, the color and degree of rust of the upper and lower half of the obelisk have obvious boundaries.It was only then that Oswald remembered that the obelisk erected just now was indeed different from what he had seen before. It seemed that someone had dug up a thick layer of soil.

Except for Kevin who disappeared just now, there will be no one else.

He really won't be idle to dig this stele, unless there is information related to the entrance on the stele, which is on the lower half covered by the soil layer...

"Lamp." Oswald stretched out his hand behind without looking back.

A general was stunned for a moment, and handed the worm lamp he had brought temporarily to the emperor.

Oswald took a bug lamp and took a close look at the surface of the obelisk - the newly excavated half was so corroded that almost no traces of writing could be seen.He didn't care about the layer of floating mud still sticking to it, and simply reached out and touched it.

The fingertips touched that side repeatedly for a long time, and finally came to a broken sentence: Unless...the way...or the door of the tomb will last forever...

Oswald frowned, and his face became even uglier: the keywords are almost rusted away!

The words after "eternal age" can be guessed as "not open", but the words before and after "open road" cannot be guessed by guessing.

He touched that place repeatedly in disbelief, and when his fingertips were almost numb, he suddenly felt a little trace that seemed to be there.

"Undead!" Oswald finally touched the part in front of "Open the way".

The full meaning is "unless the dead make their way"?So where should the undead come from...

Just as he was thinking, those faint howls that seemed to come from the depths of the ground entered his ears again.

Is it—

Oswald's eyes fell on the muddy ground in front of the thornbush, then he patted the dirt on his hands and stood up, and told the people behind him, "Where are the others? Are you all awake? Go and call everyone over."

The two generals responded and hurried back along the path.

After a while, everyone stood here, even the medical officer.

Everyone had weapons in their hands, the blood in their eyes hadn't faded, and some people's faces were still stained with water, obviously they had just forced themselves to wake up.

"What's going on?" Nick wiped the water from his face and shook his head vigorously.

The medical officer explained hesitantly behind: "It should be a handful of medicine added to the fire. If I'm not mistaken, it probably got it from me..."

At this time, Oswald no longer cared about how everyone fell asleep and where the medicine came from.There was only one thought in his head: before leaving, that bastard Kevin said he wanted to go to the grave alone, and after a long circle, he did it anyway, because he thought he would never die...

Fuck you can't die!

Oswald stood up with a sullen face: "Simple division of labor, Nick, you order five people to come and cut down all the thorns and vines. As for the rest—"

He raised his foot and stepped on the ground covered with wet mud, and said every word: "Turn this whole piece of land over for me!"

Everyone didn't ask much, and moved their hands without saying anything.

Soon, however, one of the teams ran into a problem.

"Your Majesty! These vines... can't be cut off." Nick felt a little dazed as he spoke.

Oswald looked over, and Nick raised his sword and slashed fiercely on the cane, leaving deep cuts, and some of the thinner ones even broke directly.

But in the next second, the horizontal openings on those thick canes were rejoined together, and the thinner ones also directly took out new branches.

In short, the wall of thorns has not changed at all, except for some rapidly rotting vines piled up on the ground.

Oswald wasn't all that surprised, in fact it was pretty much what he expected.

He never expected that this wall of thorns would be anything ordinary, let alone split them open to see the gate of the God's Tomb.

But you have to try, don't you?What if the hell happened.

Nick's logging team turned back and merged into the digging team in a blink of an eye. The group used all their strength, and the soil was blown up when they dug.

It didn't take long for the soil layer to go down nearly one meter deep.

"Click"

A slight crisp sound stood out amidst the sound of metal collisions, and everyone stopped in unison.

One of the generals squatted down in front of his feet and pulled the soil a few times, revealing the thing under the soil layer that he had just cut off accidentally.

That's a bone.

A bone that had been buried for an unknown number of years, but still as new, even had a thin layer of mesh-like blood on it.

It is not uncommon to have bones in the cemetery, but everyone still felt a chill behind them.

"Go on." Oswald said.

Everyone simply dropped the swords in their hands, bent down and dug with bare hands.

But after about ten minutes, everyone had to stop what they were doing because they had almost no place to stand.

Except where they were still standing on their tiptoes, all the wet mud that had been dug up was piled with bones, fur, and pieces of meat, and it looked incredible fresh, as if someone had just buried it.

Without exception, these shattered corpses all came from ferocious beasts.

Those giant orcs are all bad!Even for beasts that cannot transform into human form, the visual impact is great for them!

There are almost a hundred bones on the top layer alone, and new ones are constantly being dug out below, and it is estimated that several layers have been buried.Everyone simply gave up, otherwise they would be buried alive by the piled up bones.

"Is this a beast sacrifice?" Nick exclaimed, "I've never seen such a large-scale beast sacrifice..."

Beast sacrifice is a kind of prayer and witchcraft that spread in the ancient times of the mainland.

Because people a long time ago felt that it was a sin to hunt wild beasts for food, so they would bury the heads, bones and inedible internal organs of wild beasts in the ground every time they finished hunting, thinking that this would make the hunted animals The beast keeps its soul intact and then gains new life. [note 1]

Later, it gradually evolved into a kind of sacrifice and prayer, burying the bones of beasts in front of the graves of the dead, and wishing them to rest in peace under the blessing.

"After all, it's a tomb of the gods, so it's normal for it to be larger..." Another general murmured.

"No!" Oswald stared at the beast carcasses for a moment, then suddenly frowned, "This is not a beast sacrifice."

"Huh?" Nick didn't respond.

"The premise of the animal sacrifice is to assemble the head, fur and pieces of meat into a complete shape, just like when the beast was alive. But here..."

The carcasses of the beasts here were all cut into fragments and mixed here and there, none of them were complete, as if they were deliberately messed up like this!

"A complete corpse is a blessing, but on the contrary, such a mess of animal bones—" Oswald paused, "it is clearly a curse!"

Everyone was surprised and horrified: laying a curse here?Curse whom?

Is there anyone else here besides the god of light, Phaer, who should be sleeping in the tomb? !

The author has something to say: [Note 1]: Putting animal skeletons, skulls, fur and other things as they were, trying to recreate them and give them a new life. anthropology"