Spellcasting Heavens

The University of California, Los Angeles, is one of the top fifteen academically ranked universities in the world, and is known as the cradle of American talents in business finance, high-tech industries, and film art.

However, compared to those more popular majors that can make a lot of money, the Archaeology Department is undoubtedly a relatively deserted place.

After all, anyone with a little bit of ambition and desire would not choose archaeology, a profession that is destined to rely on government funding, foundation sponsorship, and donations from the rich.

Of course, there will never be a shortage of people in the world who give up everything for their ideals and interests.

As a tenured professor of the Department of Archaeology, Dr. Craig, who is nearly 70 years old, is such a guy who is keen to explore, excavate, and protect the most important heritage of human civilization. For this reason, he does not even marry or have children.

Just before he wanted to look at a scroll, it was delivered. It was said to be a broken parchment scroll found in the wall of an abandoned castle in Eastern Europe. When he was going to decipher part of the content from the vague handwriting, the closed door. Suddenly pushed away with a thud.

I saw a female student with glasses hurried in, holding up the ancient parchment book in her hand and shouting: Professor! Guess what I found!

Mansa! How many times have I said it! Don't be rash! As an archaeologist, the most important thing is to keep calm at all times, because only calm can allow you to make decisions in the fastest way, protect Those relics that are easily damaged by environmental changes. Craig frowned and scolded mercilessly.

Due to the rarity of archaeology students, he was able to accurately call everyone by name.

No! Professor! Please read this and then! I promise, you will be as excited as I am after reading it. in front of the old man.

Although the latter was a little unhappy, out of professionalism and love for archaeology, he cautiously put on protective gloves, stroked the pages lightly, and began to read the contents letter by letter.

In just a few minutes, the originally indifferent expression on his face changed to surprise, and then it changed from surprise to shock, and finally his hands trembled slightly involuntarily.

After a full hour, Craig took off his glasses, took a deep breath, and asked seriously, Where did you get this book from?

Don't tell me it's through illegal means!

do you know?

It is the only book to date that records ancient Semitic writing and religious rituals!

And it was written by a Manichean priest more than 1,500 years ago!

In particular, these ancient alphabetic symbols are very different from the known primitive Canaanite, Aramaic, and Saba letters.

It is an archaeological discovery that is enough to shock the whole world!

This means that there is an unknown civilization completely disappeared in the long river of history!

I don't want to ruin everything because of the source of the book!

When he said these words, the old man waved his hands vigorously, without the slightest bit of calmness he just mentioned...

The corner of Mansha's mouth twitched slightly, and quickly explained: Please rest assured, Professor, this book was a gift from a young Asian man who was a little self-righteous when I was out for lunch.

Are you kidding?! This book can be sold at the auction house for at least $8 million to $10 million.

Even if you sell it, it's not worth that much. Craig subconsciously frowned, his eyes revealing strong doubts.

I'm sorry, Professor, whether you believe it or not, this is the truth, and I'm a bit baffled myself. Mansha reluctantly spread her hands to show her innocence.

But soon, she remembered that she still had a phone number in her pocket, and quickly took it out and handed it to the old man: Here, this is his number, you can call to confirm it yourself.

Craig glanced suspiciously, took out his phone and called.

After a few short rings, Zhang Cheng's lazy voice came from the microphone: Hey, who are you looking for?

Good afternoon, sir, I'm Craig, professor of archaeology at UCLA. I'm calling you to make sure that you gave this book to Mansa? Is it legitimate? The old man said bluntly. asked.

Hello, professor. I promise it's 100% legitimate, but it's a reminder that this is not a book in the ordinary sense...

It's not a book in the ordinary sense? What do you mean! Craig felt a little baffled, and before he could react to continue to ask, there was a beeping and hanging up on the phone.

Although the meaningful remark made him a little uneasy, the enthusiasm for archaeological research and the strong curiosity about the unknown quickly overshadowed everything.

Throwing the phone aside, he said directly to his students: Well, it seems that you are lucky, Manny. From now on, you are no longer my student, but an equal partner. I swear , You have the right to write your own name on all academic papers related to this book, provided that the research and interpretation must be led by me.

No problem! This is my honor! The girl nodded without thinking.

Never underestimate a signature!

If the value of the paper is recognized by the academic community, she could be hired by UCLA as a respected university professor.

In addition, to interpret an ancient book that dates back more than 1,500 years ago, and also involves ancient Semites, her poor knowledge reserve is simply not enough to complete such a difficult task.

Very good! So let's start now! Remember! Be absolutely silent when you're working. After that, Craig put on his glasses again, took out a pen and paper, and placed Sassan Barre on the page. Uyghur is transcribed line by line, and then translated against reference materials.

Since the alphabetic system of the Western world is identified by pronunciation, even people in the same region will have huge changes in pronunciation over time. It is not difficult to translate, and it is far less easy to interpret than the hieroglyphic system of the East. .

Just when the two were immersed in those bizarre content related to magic, ritual, and supernatural power, they didn't even notice that there was a monster with a long horn on its head on the spine of the book, and its body was bathed in flaming flames. eyes.

It is like a god and demon crawling out of hell, constantly releasing a sound that humans cannot hear.

In less than a minute, the animals within a radius of several kilometers began to attack each other like crazy. Two golden retrievers, who have always been known for their intelligence and docility, jumped directly at each other and started biting endlessly, no matter what. No matter how the master shouted and pulled, it was useless until one of them took his last breath, and the other let go of his mouth, which was covered in blood and minced meat.

Such a strange and terrifying scene not only alerted the surrounding security and patrol police, but also reporters from major TV stations rushed to the scene half an hour after the incident to conduct interviews.

No one knows that the culprit is actually a book, an ancient parchment book that exudes mystical powers...