Chapter 3441: resurrection

Originally, I thought that the fourth tomb room would be roughly the same as the third one. Even if there were no jagged rocks falling down, at least there would be a rain of missiles and arrows.
However, this is not the case. The fourth tomb was calm and there were no strange noises.
If there is no sound, nothing happens...
I secretly said in my heart.
Just when I took a step, another bad idea suddenly came to my mind: Could it be a trap with no sound, for example...poisonous gas!
I was shocked, and hurriedly asked the expert, "Why is there no sound in the fourth tomb, shouldn't there be any accidents?"
Unexpectedly, the expert looked indifferent, without any worries that his companion might be in danger, but a sense of leisure.
After a few seconds of silence, he slowly said, "Don't worry, your lord, this fourth tomb must be the safest."
"What's the explanation for this?"
"Because the first three tombs have no real coffins."
Hearing this, I suddenly came to my senses: Yes, since the first three tombs have no real coffins, in other words, the real coffins were placed in the fourth tomb!
Since the Lord's coffin is in the fourth tomb, naturally there will be no traps placed in it. After all, in this way, the coffin may be destroyed, and the body of the tomb owner will also be miserable.
Although the current monarch might not like the prince, after all, the prince had the blood and identity of the heavenly family, and wanton destruction might be detrimental to the prosperity of the dynasty.
Therefore, even if you hate it again, you will not do anything to damage your foundation.
In fact, as the experts expected, the fourth tomb is very safe, but it is slightly empty. Looking around, there is only one coffin in the whole tomb.
"Do you want to open it?" I asked Simmons Rock.
"Open" Simmons Locke said without hesitation.
Several experts and a group of assistants worked at the same time to pry open the lid of the coffin. Below the lid is another coffin, very small, about two meters long and more than one meter wide.
"This should be the coffin of the owner of the tomb."
One of the experts said.
This time, the experts stepped back at the same time, and the assistants in protective suits and helmets began to cover the coffin.
After prying for a quarter of an hour, the metal coffin lid finally made a soft sound, and then an unpleasant smell floated out.
"Back!" the expert leader shouted.
We took a few steps back together.
The assistants continued to surround the coffin, prying hard.
The reason why the assistants did not leave was mainly because their protective clothing and protective helmets were sealed, and there was an oxygen cylinder on the back, which could supply oxygen continuously for more than ten hours. This set of equipment was produced in Fort Witch and was specially designed Used for dangerous operations.
Now that they have been provided with such a weapon, it is natural to let them use the effect of this device, otherwise the money is not wasted?
As for whether the assistants can survive in this environment, it is not among the issues considered by the senior management.
When the lid was completely pried open, a dry arm suddenly lifted up, and several assistants screamed and sat on the ground one after another.
"What's the situation?" I wondered.
"Normal phenomenon" the expert leader said calmly.
"Are these smells toxic?" I asked curiously.
"Yes" the expert leader nodded and said, "But it is slightly poisonous and will not harm the human body."
"That's good" I nodded.
The assistant tested it with the instrument, and after confirming that there was no danger, we made a gesture and we walked forward.
How should I put it, this is a mummy, wrinkled, and the color of the outer skin is tender yellow, thinking about it, the tomb owner should have been a race of fairer complexion before his life.
Beside him, there are some palm-sized bottles and cans. I asked the expert leader what those are.
The expert leader told me: "These are all utensils used to hold internal organs."
"So cruel?" I said in shock: "You can't even leave the body intact?"
"This should be a ritual," the expert leader said: "If I'm not mistaken, this ritual should be a ritual to pray for the resurrection of the dead."
"Pray for the resurrection of the deceased?" I wondered: "It should be to leave the internal organs in the body, right? Excavate all the internal organs and put them in a container. What is it to pray for the resurrection of the dead?"
"The adults don't know" the expert leader said: "This is the custom of certain tribes during the melee period. They firmly believe that as long as the internal organs are preserved in the best way, with the future, after the owner of the tomb is back, you can get a copy. Intact, fresh internal organs are used to maintain the body, without the need to pluck internal organs from other creatures."
"The question is, can these tomb owners really come back to life?"
Frowning, I curiously asked.
"Returning to your lord, there are indeed cases of rebirth, but such cases are rare."
The expert leader said.
"Is there really a resurrection?" I looked dazed, dumbfounded.
After a while, the figure of Achilles appeared in my mind: yes, isn’t Achilles also awakened through a summoning ceremony? Since Achilles can be awakened, it may not be impossible to come to resurrection. Things.
Just when I just figured it out, the expert leader said: "Yes, my lord, several of your majesty's guards are resurrected."
"Guards?" I looked at the guards around me in amazement, but saw Simmons Locke shaking my head and said: "The guards are on duty in the palace. I didn't take them on this trip."
"Dare to ask your Majesty, who are they?"
"You have seen" Simmons Locke said: "It is the Celestial people who usually patrol the palace."
"Heavenly people?" I wondered: "Didn't you say that the heavenly people are descendants of the heavenly people?"
Simmons Locke thought about it for a moment, and recalled that meeting. He couldn't help but smile: "That Celestial Clan is indeed a descendant of the Celestial Clan, but there are also some other Celestial Clan people. I did not introduce you. Let me introduce you to them."
"It doesn't have to be," I said: "But your Majesty, since there are celestial guards, why don't you let them help analyze the use of the weapon that was discovered last time?"
"It's a pity" Simmons Locke shrugged and said helplessly: "When they were buried in the tomb, that weapon had not yet been invented."
"Then, what kind of occupation are they?" I wondered.
"They are all ammunition experts, but they are all ammunition experts with noble backgrounds but not very high level."
"In other words, they are all young children of the royal family or aristocracy?"
"They are young descendants of aristocrats, who were expected to become strong, but were assassinated because of internal conflicts in the country."
At this point, Simmons Locke has no regrets.