Chapter 3661 Ozma’s Purpose

The scale of this mausoleum is much more luxurious and luxurious than the previous two mausoleums.

The tomb hall is as wide as several football fields pieced together, with tomb passages extending in all directions, and dozens of tomb chambers used to pile coffins and treasures.

In almost every tomb, there are piles of items that make people greedy.

After detecting each tomb chamber and confirming that there was no longer any hidden space, the leader of the human adventurers quickly came to me, bowed and said respectfully: "Reporting to you, sir, all the tomb chambers have been detected, and there are no more traps or traps that can be activated." Partition darkroom.”

"Very good," I said, "Take me to the place where the coffins are buried first."

"yes."

The human adventurer leader personally took me into the tomb where the corpse of the deceased monarch was buried.

When I first saw it, I couldn't help but sigh: It really deserves to be the tomb where the body of the emperor was buried. Its area is almost the same as the size of two football fields. This does not include the height. If converted in terms of the overall space, this tomb alone is the size of the entire tombs of many nobles from the Melee Period.

"I don't know how much manpower, material and financial resources were spent to build such a luxurious mausoleum." Hathaway said with a gloomy face and a bad tone: "No matter how powerful the empire is, it cannot withstand the squandering of such descendants!"

"I know that you feel disgusted with the monarch of the Peruvian Empire because of listening to my story, but please remain rational. You are a scholar and an expert, not an impulsive adventurer."

"Scholars and experts are not soulless objects. They also have emotions, likes and dislikes. They will laugh loudly when they are happy and shed tears when they are sad. Many experts and scholars are more emotional than impulsive adventurers. To be emotional, why do you say it in your mouth as if we are puppets with only cold thoughts but no emotions?"

"I'm sorry." I expressed my apology sincerely: "I took it too much for granted. I always feel that many scholars and experts who conduct academic research will have their thoughts fixed by academic issues."

"So what now?" Hathaway asked, staring at me.

"Others don't know, at least not you" I said with a smile.

Hathaway rolled her eyes at me and continued to stand aside in silence.

"Open the coffin" I ordered.

Several adventurers, holding various tools, began to pry along the edge of the coffin.

Although the wooden coffin inlaid with gold wire looked strong and durable, it could not withstand damage from crowbars and other tools. In less than a quarter of an hour, the entire coffin lid was damaged to pieces.

Although the experts who were watching could not bear it, they saw that the person leading the action and their own team leader did not speak, so they could only stand aside helplessly, watching the tragic scene quietly.

The moment the coffin lid was pried open, a strange smell wafted out.

The smell is neither good nor bad, it's just weird.

"Attention everyone, hold your breath and retreat toward the exit. The expert team is ready to test for poison!"

While talking, the leader of the human adventurer took out a gas mask, said "I'm sorry", and put it on me first.

After putting on the gas mask for me, he quickly helped the dwarf adventurer leader and Hathaway put it on, and then it was his turn.

I have to say that this set of operations is very popular.

After experts determined that there were no toxins in the air, we took off the gas masks with the help of the human adventurer leader.

Walking slowly to the coffin, he lowered his head and looked inside. A corpse that still looked very fresh was lying quietly in the coffin.

In front of everyone, I took out my cell phone and dialed Ozma's number.

"It turns out he's one of our kind, Lord An Xiaoyi." Whenever I hear Ozma's voice, I feel like it's mocking me in a weird way.

"Okay," I said, "Stop talking nonsense, I'm contacting you this time for something important."

"Something important?" Ozma said with a smile: "Is there something important that you must inform me about?"

"I seem to have found the tomb of the monarch you once served."

Ozma's attitude suddenly changed and became extremely serious. Although I couldn't see his expression at the moment, I could tell from his suddenly heavy breathing and deathly silence that Ozma was at this moment. Zima is very serious, and her expression must be terrifying.

After a long while, he said: "Is what you said true?"

"Whether it's true or not, I don't know."

"Are you kidding me?" Ozma said angrily: "Don't think you can make fun of me just because I can't beat you."

"Would you please listen to what I have to say?" I said in a bad tone, pinching the bridge of my nose and said displeasedly.

Ozma fell silent for a moment.

Taking a deep breath, I continued: "It's just because I'm not sure, that's why I said it seems like, that's why I contacted you."

"Why are you contacting me?" Ozma's tone calmed down and she asked in a deep voice.

"Now, I will describe to you the physical characteristics of the person lying in the coffin. If it matches, you say it matches. If it doesn't match, you say it doesn't match."

"Wait a minute!" Ozma suddenly interrupted me and said, "That corpse must have been at least hundreds of millions of years old. How is it possible that we can still distinguish his appearance?"

"Although it has gone through hundreds of millions of years," I glanced at the corpse in the coffin and continued, "but it is obvious that in ancient times, many capable people and strangers have mastered the skills of how to preserve corpses for a long time."

"Listen to what you said. This body is fresh and complete?"

"It's fresh, but it's complete. He's missing an arm."

"Which arm?" Ozma asked.

"Left arm" I said, "His left arm is made of gold."

Ozma's breathing suddenly became heavier.

"The monarch you served for, didn't he have a left arm?" I asked doubtfully.

"Yes," Ozma said, "but I tore it off and then crushed it completely."

At this point, Ozma's laughter became a little abnormal.

After he finished talking, I said: "It seems to be this corpse. By the way, are you sure that your and Kazan's equipment are all in this mausoleum?"

"Definitely" Ozma said: "Before he died, this stupid guy wanted us to give up our hatred for him and remember the friendship between kings and subjects. Haha, it's ridiculous. He couldn't take Kazan and I away that time. The equipment was simply a mistake! Afterwards, I don’t know where this greedy and stupid guy invited a priest with superb formation skills. He used Kazan and my equipment as sacrifice items and set up a magic circle, so that There's no way we can find this bastard's tomb."

"I see." I nodded and said, "So you came to me, hoping that I could help you find this guy's tomb and take revenge on him, is that right?"

"You should also have received a lot of benefits," Ozma said with a smile: "Adamantine, mithril, magic equipment, enchanted equipment, and mountains of treasures."