Chapter 365: Tomb Buried in Yellow Sand

[It may not be easier to awaken the mentor than to deduce a meme. It is even more difficult to awaken and take him away from the eyes of so many investigators and containment objects in Cranbeya.

So my dear Lord, do you really not consider borrowing my power?

Let's awaken the Black Pharaoh together, or kill him and swallow his power and authority. Then we can do anything easily. ]

[Is that your original body? ]

It was the first time that Leah heard the name of their original body.

[It's just an incarnation of the real original body. After all, we can only try our best to awaken a few more incarnations to increase our combat power. The real original body is busy sleeping and has no time to care about things here. ]

[Busy sleeping again, what makes them so keen on sleeping? ]

[Who else in this world doesn't like to sleep comfortably without being disturbed? ]

Hephisgetu kept silent about the answer to this question, but continued the previous topic, his tone revealed bewitching.

[If you want, we can also take over the authority of the Black Pharaoh. You still don't have to pay any price. As a follower, it is right to pay these for the Supreme Faith]

[Do you have a grudge against your original body? ]

[No, I just think it's interesting to do this. Think about it, if my original body suddenly wakes up one day and finds that I have nothing, wouldn't it be a very interesting thing?

As a godhead, you shouldn't waste your talent. If I were you, I would directly steal the authority of the Shining Sun and his believers, and let Him experience the taste of never waking up again]

Riya disagreed.

[If this thing is so easy, you wouldn't be just a clone now]

[So what is your intention? ]

[……]

Riya was silent for a moment and decided to ignore him and send him away. These clones are always up to no good every time they come.

The greater the power, the greater the responsibility. Riya does not believe that Hefeisgetu is really so kind. It can be seen from the fact that he wanted to plant an idiot meme for him before that the godhood is very important, and now once the godhood has self-awareness, it is out of everyone's control.

If it is just an unconscious godhood, Riya guessed that it should absorb many powers, and then be swallowed by someone, helping someone to be promoted to the position of god on the spot.

But now Riya's consciousness and the godhood are one, he can't make those people's imagination come true. It's troublesome enough to interpret the Lord of Trade. The calls of those believers are transmitted to Shiwa's mind from time to time, making his already not smart head worse.

If all the old powers are stolen, Riya doesn't know what the godhood is like. Anyway, he will most likely die, and Shiwa will be twisted into a more weird creature.

[Listen, Hefei, this matter needs to be considered carefully. Of course, it's not that it's not possible, we can't do it, but everyone needs to discuss it further.

There is no specific thing that can be done or not done, what will happen if it can be done or not. The key moment still needs to look at the key moment and the key person, and the key person among them——】

Hefeisgetu listened to Ria's deception and waited patiently for a long time, and suddenly found that there was no more words coming from the other side.

The faceless god had interrupted the voice transmission long ago. Obviously, he did not want to go to the desert with them to wake up the black pharaoh sleeping on the yellow sand.

"... Time is running out. If we don't hurry up, the clones will die."

Hefeisgetu's face had no smile for a long time. He stood there for a moment: "Once He wakes up, we will return to His body, that is, death. In order to prevent this from happening, it is better to strike first."

"If we kill the black pharaoh in advance, we can become the real body. No, that's not right. There are very few clones who can really survive."

He stretched out his hand to observe his palm for a moment. The wind blew and brought a wisp of yellow sand to his palm.

The next second, the man clenched his fist, opened his five fingers, and let the sand dissipate.

Some lives were given the name suffix of Hephisgetu since they became conscious.

They didn't know why, but these consciousnesses knew that they were the avatars of a certain unmentionable existence, and the meaning of existence was to find an opportunity to awaken Him and then be swallowed by Him.

At that time, the memories of the avatars would all become the memories of the original body, and the value of their existence would completely disappear.

Some of these avatars have thought about what the meaning of their own existence is.

They play various roles, teachers, students, miners, parents, chefs... and there is no meaning in life. After death, it just allows the original body to increase some memories of the outside world. This is really incomprehensible to the avatars.

Until one day, they heard the original body talking in a dream, and it was indeed a dream, because the original body was obviously still in a deep sleep.

The voice told them-you can all be counted as me, and when you walk on the earth, it is equivalent to me walking step by step on this land.

You are the messengers of the Fan God, which implies absolute nobility. If you feel that you have no value, then create value for yourself.

Let this world be like your name -

In the ancient Enderese language, "Hephaesgatu" means "great chaos".

[Become Chaos]

The god's mumbling awakened the clones from a dream. They seemed to finally understand the meaning of their existence. Some clones went to find the source of the plague to pollute it, and then suffered from pollution disease.

Some of them wanted to become disordered, but the plague doctor beat them as soon as he saw them, leaving them with nowhere to go and decided to form a church on their own.

One day, a clone named Gaen sat in front of everyone, holding a pure white mask in one hand and a colored pen in the other, as if he wanted to add some different colors to the mask.

"What kind of mask do you think will make us unique? Pure red? Or pure gold..."

"I think the eyes must have large lines."

"It looks good to have lines on the face!"

"Paint it green, like the style of vines!"

"I don't agree, I think roses can highlight the romantic color."

"Or let's draw shit."

"Who turned the dog into a clone and let it in? Throw it out!"

"..."

Although everyone is a clone of the same body, they can never reach a consensus on one thing.

In the end, Gaen gave each of them a mask and asked them to draw the face they wanted in their hearts. After everyone finished drawing, he announced that all the works were invalid.

The man threw away the masks of the others and gave them pure white masks again.

"The meaning of this mask is to tell you that no matter what kind of independent ideas you have, you have to hide them, and you still have to listen to me in the end.

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In fact, I have always believed that our church is missing something, so from now on, I am your leader."

It doesn't matter what kind of independent ideas you have, and in the end these ideas will become blank, because their existence is just a wisp of consciousness of the original body, who would care about the ideas of a clone.

Gann's behavior of claiming to be the leader was soon opposed by everyone. They fought, and the fight was very fierce. Some people came to watch them fight, and then they were assimilated by the clones into new clones.

Those clones continued to spend a chaotic day, sometimes they didn't understand why they did this, but the original body said it was right to do so.

"Is it really right?"

"We can't always listen to Him, we should have our own opinions."

So for their own opinions, these clones found a new belief-

They carved a statue called the Faceless One, and began to worship Him as the leader. They learned from other believers to pray to God every day, praying for freedom, but many people didn't understand what freedom was.

The statue gradually gained self-awareness and seemed to have become a real god. The clones were very happy and continued to offer sacrifices to Him.

That day, they learned a bad news.

The god they believed in, the Faceless God, was also the clone of the original body.

His clones seemed to be everywhere, which seemed to be a bad joke played by the original body on them, but the Hephisgetus collapsed on the spot. They smashed the statue, and then disliked each other, laughing wildly and began to slaughter other clones indiscriminately.

If possible, they didn't want to play the game of you are me, I am me, and I am you every day. They imagined that normal people knew nothing, and people who knew nothing were the happiest.

Idiots are the happiest.

What the original body said was right. Sometimes if they don't vent their inner irritability, these people will really go crazy, even though they are always a group of lunatics who should be cut into pieces in the eyes of everyone.

Later, their scale grew larger and their thoughts became more extreme.

Instead of awakening the original body, they had a new idea.

Kill and replace the original body.

And it seemed difficult to replace it, until one day, Gan Hefeisgetu found Liya.

…

"Since sometimes I have a sudden idea, why not just do it as soon as I say it."

"Anyway, we have a lot of people, and there are already clones who have found the tomb of the black pharaoh--"

They really want to try, if they don't use the power of the godhead, can they threaten the corrupt king with only the current clones.

Gods are invincible. Everyone seems to be overwhelmed by this deep-rooted idea, but if they don't even have the idea of ​​trying, they are real cowards.

Even if the price is death, the clones want to kill the gods. They have enough ways to retreat. They are many in number and have occupied the bodies of many powerful patients. There is no reason why they cannot succeed.

Those who really cause chaos are never afraid to do anything chaotic.

The body of the pharaoh in the mausoleum is no longer as good as before, even worse than a rusty machine. He is now a mummy, and now this mummy is pitifully imprisoned in a stone chamber full of poisonous gas, surrounded by poisonous snakes and beetles of astonishing size.

But at this time, a man wearing a gas mask has already approached the pharaoh's sarcophagus. He spent a lot of effort to get here. As a patient with meme three, those waste bugs are not worth mentioning in front of him.

Serge adjusted the flashlight on his hat and then opened the sarcophagus, but to his surprise, there was nothing in it.

Suddenly, his eyes widened. While he was hesitating, groups of mummies were already rushing towards him from behind.

They were the Pharaoh's burial companions, and now they were also affected by unknown pollution and became extraordinary creatures.

"Tick."

A drop of liquid fell on Serge Hephisgetu's mask. He reached out and wiped it, and found that the liquid was red.

Suddenly, Serge looked up, and then saw a scene that he would never forget.

The bricks and stones above were constantly squirming like internal organs, and from time to time some red liquid gushed out.

When the liquid touched other objects, it would corrode them like strong acid, but it would not hurt the roaring gap-toothed mummies, scarabs or venomous snakes.

The color of the poisonous gas here became stronger and stronger, and the surrounding walls automatically opened holes one after another, and the water flowed directly into them. At this time, the stone chamber had been sealed.

"It's just like a huge stomach for digestion... Hahaha, hahahahaha, if it's really that easy to deal with, it's not Him."

"Even when sleeping, this monster still has such a good appetite."

Serge dodged the weapon thrown by the mummy soldier, grabbed the spear with his backhand, and stabbed it directly into the wall beside him. As expected, more red gastric acid gushed out.

The gastric acid was wrapped with a strong stench. If it weren't for Serge's mask with a corrosive function, he would probably retreat immediately because he couldn't stand the smell.

"How cruel! He didn't even spare himself."

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the mummified soldiers, watching their facial features melt and disappear bit by bit, and then they started to kill each other. Taking this opportunity, Serge pulled out the spear from the wall again, and his expression behind the mask was extremely cold.

"After sleeping for so long, death is also a normal phenomenon, isn't it, King?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud noise suddenly came from the yellow sand outside the mausoleum. The sandstorm raged rapidly, and a human-shaped outline several hundred meters long gradually appeared in the center.

The sand giant roared and stood up, shook twice, and slowly aimed his eyes at the triangular building, which was the crystallization of human civilization, a treasure of art that was built bit by bit by countless laborers, and the final destination of the royal family.

But the giant did not hesitate, it roared and shouted, as if to vent all its dissatisfaction.

"Boom!!!"

The giant clenched his fists and smashed the mausoleum angrily, and bricks and tiles flew across, and Serge was able to see the light outside.

Since the Black Pharaoh's body was gone, he planned to leave here, but just as he was fleeing, countless tentacles suddenly rushed out from the stomach-like stone chamber and rushed towards him.

"Go back!"

Serge waved his spear and cut off the tentacles directly, and the yellow sand giant also stretched out his hand to save him.

But just as he grabbed the giant's finger and was about to escape, a sigh seemed to echo in his ears, and the sound was like a death knell coming from all directions. He couldn't escape at all, even if his eardrums were destroyed on the spot.

[I seem to... dream about killing myself again]