who moved my coffin

[Why am I standing here stupidly...] Cyrus squatted in the corner planting mushrooms boredly, looking up at the altar sadly from time to time.

Imerton was performing a spirit-calling ceremony for Voldemort, and the death believers and awakened mummy priests surrounded the altar in a circle, chanting the names of Osiris, the god of death, and Anubis, the god of death, in unison.

【cut!Exaggeration, three people are enough for the spiritual summoning ceremony, one to host, one to accept the gift, and one to guide, just to satisfy his boring vanity, talk about ostentation, waste manpower and material resources, and be extravagant...] Cyrus looked at Imerton with contempt Play tricks there.

【Hmph, because you were so arrogant, you offended so many small-minded guys, and we died so badly in the end...】 Cyrus couldn't help but burst into tears when he recalled what happened in the past.

————I am the dividing line of hard work—————

Imerton saw Cyrus spitting aside from the corner of his eyes, and couldn't help but smile, 【This guy, after more than 3000 years, he hasn't changed at all, he has all his thoughts on his face...] Imerton turned around Looking back at Voldemort who was concentrating on sensing the power of the undead, a trace of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, 【Beyond death?Hmph, ambitious ambitious man, let's see how far you can go this time...] After reciting the spell in the "Bible of the Dead" for the last time, Imerton closed the Bible, stretched out his right hand, and the sand gathered on the The palm condenses into a black hourglass and a black beetle amulet.

{Hold this hourglass, before the black sand in it runs out, you must find the person who meets the sacrifice requirements, and put the amulet at his heart, remember, before the sand runs out! } Imerton said seriously.

Voldemort took a deep look at Imerton, and the bondage of the oath was faintly shining on their arms. Voldemort and Imerton exchanged the spell and oath used to guarantee the promise, to ensure that Imerton would not play tricks during the ceremony.

Voldemort handed the "Sun Jinjing" to Imerton. During this period, the anger hidden in Voldemort's heart was undisguised in his eyes.

{If you can let me deal with that boy who cheated on me with my own hands, I can promise to do one more thing for you...} Voldemort gritted his teeth and looked at the bored Cyrus not far away.

Imerton's eyes darkened, {I have other arrangements for him, I think I've made it very clear...} Voldemort narrowed his eyes, seemed to weigh it up, and finally let out a cold snort and walked away.

————I am the dividing line of hard work—————

In another temple, the guards of the pharaoh and the death eaters were divided into two sides, surrounded by densely packed mummified guards and beetle swarms respectively. After Imerton was resurrected, he who held the "Bible of the Dead" became the master of Hamnabutra .

Although he didn't have a good impression of the Sun God's believers—the Tomb Shou family, Imerton didn't really regard them as a threat. Unlike the previous two resurrections, which were full of hostility, the reborn Imerton seemed to be gentle this time, or Said, he became deeper.

The Death Eaters waited anxiously. Since Imerton's resurrection, he, Cyrus, and Voldemort have all spoken in Parseltongue, so neither the Pharaoh's guard nor the Death Eaters know that Voldemort and Imort However, from the fairly peaceful conversation between the two parties, the Death Eaters realized that maybe the resurrected undead was not hostile to them, and the Pharaoh's guards became hostile to the Death Eaters because of this.

If the mummy and the beetle hadn't surrounded the two sides separately, perhaps by the time Voldemort came out, the Pharaoh's guards and the Death Eaters would have lost both sides in the fight.

The Death Eaters had their own thoughts, some were worried about Voldemort, some were afraid of Imerton, and some were whispering about Cyrus' identity.

"Could it be that Il Rachat has a relationship with the Slytherin family, otherwise why would he speak Parseltongue?"

"Is the resurrected undead the ancestor of Slytherin or Il Rajat? Could it be that the reason why Lord Voldemort condoned Il Rajat is that they are all of the same origin?"

"Those warriors of the Lingling Clan seem to be at odds with Lord Undead. Should we consider our next step?"

"Shh, my lord has come out, don't talk too much, just take a step and watch!"

Voldemort walked towards the door with a gloomy face, "Follow!" He turned his head slightly to glance in the direction of the Death Eaters, and amidst the whispers of surprise from the Death Eaters, the undead and beetles surrounding them moved out of the way.

Without looking at their former allies who were still trapped in the siege, the Death Eaters happily followed Voldemort out of the city of the dead that made them terrified.

————I am the dividing line of hard work—————

"You have betrayed your oath, guards of the Mausoleum Clan!" Imerton smiled and looked at the surrounded Pharaoh's guards.

Raztolt's face was ashen, he took a deep breath, held his head up, and put his hand on the scimitar stubbornly, "But I will not give in to the believers of the god of death, Imerton, you can kill me, but you can't kill me." Insulting my dignity."

Emerton smiled sarcastically, "As a slave, dignity is the most useless thing?"

"We are not slaves, we are freedom fighters!" Raztot said word by word, and he and the soldiers behind him were ready for the last fight, even if it was death, they would fight to the death.

"Self-deceiving fools..." Imerton said with a sneer, "I admire your fighting spirit, but the facts are the facts. The Mausoleum Shou clan has always been slaves of the Pharaoh's line, and your ancestors have been slaves of the Pharaoh's line. You are just the property of the Pharaoh's line. , kill you as you kill cattle."

Raztolt gritted his teeth, "Why are you talking so much nonsense, you can kill if you want. Could it be that the high priest of death, Imerton, also showed kindness and couldn't bear to kill people."

Imerton said calmly, "This is the third time I have been resurrected. The first time I was resurrected to complete the curse; the second time I was resurrected because of the expectations of the believers of the God of Death—to bring the God of Death back to the earth. For the third time, do you know why I was born again?"

Raztolt looked at Imerton with a serious expression, "No matter why, I will prevent you from endangering the world, even if you pay the price of your life."

"The price of life? Hahaha..." Imerton suddenly laughed, and the laughter resounded throughout the temple.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at Raztolt with gloomy eyes, "The price of your lives is to become sacrifices to resurrect me, to become victims in another game of the gods, to become insignificant stepping stones arranged by fate. Ling clan, you are nothing but ants with a more tragic fate than mine..."

Imerton opened his arms, and the black mist formed the dragon-shaped image of the god of death Osiris behind him, "We are all the playthings of the gods, and we are all poor worms arranged by fate. They want us to prosper when we are born, and they want us To die, we fight each other, they want us to be sad, they take our loved ones, they want us to be crazy, they let us fall into false love, all this is just a game, my god Osiris, this time, you How are you going to tease your believers?"

"What are you doing, Imerton, you are blaspheming the gods here? Do you want to destroy this place!" Hearing Imerton's yelling, Cyrus, who hurriedly rushed out from another temple, interrupted Imerton's madness roar.

"By the way, there is also you, my dear disciple Cyrus!" Imerton turned around and smiled playfully, "It is a very wonderful reunion, Cyrus, what I have always been curious about is: why, did not go through the insects?" Devouring the curse, without the blessing of the "Death Sutra", without completing the requiem ceremony, nothing, according to common sense, you should be scattered, but you have also been resurrected, and your resurrection did not even use the "Bible of the Dead", what made you and What makes your destiny not controlled by the gods!"

In the end, Imerton's nose was almost in front of Cyrus' eyes, and his cold breath was on Cyrus' face, and his low voice was full of resentment and resentment: "Even your resurrection is warm. A body of flesh and blood, not a living dead body like mine..."

Imerton clutched his chest in a slightly sad manner, "Tell me, Cyrus, why is your heart still beating, with warm blood flowing through your veins, and me, there is no heartbeat here, only cold blood in your veins?" Grains of sand!"

Cyrus was dumbfounded. How did he know that there was still such a big gap between him and Imerton? He also resurrected inexplicably, okay, and these details were not explained in the movie.

Cyrus pulled out an ugly smile in embarrassment, "Lord Emerton, don't get excited, I think maybe your resurrection is of a higher standard, you see, you are now immortal and ignore physical damage, but I will still If you feel the pain, you are already closer to the gods than many of us, and I am still a mortal!"

Imerton stared at Cyrus and shook his head, "No, Cyrus, you underestimate yourself. This is the favor of the gods, do you know? And I, a sinner, this is the gap between us , you are always so lucky, my disciple, no matter in life or after death, you don't even know how lucky you are!"

Cyrus was speechless, he found it unwise to argue with Imerton at this time.

"Let's go!" Imerton turned his head and glanced at the Pharaoh's guards. As soon as he finished speaking, the mummy guards and the golden beetles turned into dust and disappeared with a "boom".

"You, you let us go?" Raztolt and the others looked at Imerton in disbelief.

Imerton looked around in disinterest, smiled self-deprecatingly, turned and walked into the temple.

The Pharaoh's guards hesitated for a while, and finally retreated quietly under the leadership of Raztolt. However, when they left, they still stroked their chests and saluted in the direction of Imerton's back.

Raztolt looked at Cyrus, hesitated to speak, he sighed, and finally left sadly. This time, most of the brothers he brought died, and the loss was not small.

Watching the Pharaoh's guards leave, Cyrus wished he was one of them. Subconsciously, he looked around and slowly moved towards the door, trying to escape.

"I still want to run! Get out of here!" Immorton's roar suddenly came from the temple, and a suction force came from the inside of the temple, setting off another storm.

"Wow! Teacher Imerton, don't get excited!" Cyrus screamed and was sucked into the temple, and the sound of howling and crying resounded throughout Hamnabutra.