Chapter 3627: mural

The punching work went smoothly. In just over an hour, the four corners of the tomb door had been installed with disassembly tools, and they were pulled out by the most powerful adventurers.
With a muffled bang, the tomb reappeared. The dark and deep tomb passage was like a huge mouth, ready to swallow the rude people who dared to break into it.
If it were in the ancient times, the continent of Arad, it is estimated that every human living on the continent of Arad would treat this mausoleum as a holy place, not to mention that every time you pass by, you have to worship, at least you have to stop and look. , Pay attention to salute.
And around the tomb, there must be heavy guards and layers of protection to ensure that the monarchs of the Perus Empire will not be disturbed by outsiders.
But with the passage of time, this once majesty, as well as the honor that seemed immortal at the time, was slowly dissipating and gradually lost.
The adventurers waiting by the side showed excitement and tension on their faces when facing the tomb passage of the black hole.
As adventurers, they are excited to satisfy their adventurous heart.
Facing this tomb, they were nervous about the dark, mysterious and dangerous environment inside the tomb.
Although the name of the Perus Empire has been destroyed by time only a little bit, but as the strongest country on the continent of Arad, its grand mausoleum specially built for the monarch must hide a great danger. Said it was a life of nine deaths, it was not much different.
But risks and opportunities coexist. Although everything in the mausoleum belongs to the young people in front of them, in fact, they never thought about going there. What they yearn for is the possible rewards after the trip. How many.
It is said that this young man not only has a close relationship with his majesty, but also has considerable assets. He also has a generous shot. It is vaguely rumored that as long as the task is completed well, the young man will not treat any participant badly.
Even if he died in the battle, as long as the teenager is alive, his family members will receive extremely high compensation.
This is the reason why their group of strong adventurers eagerly enlisted in the team.
I did not immediately order the adventurer into the tomb, because the tomb that was just opened was full of rich unknown gas, and the oxygen content was extremely low. I had not yet awakened the power of blood, but I was still a fairy body, so I couldn't bear low oxygen. The environmental impact, not to mention their group of ordinary humans.
Stepping into the mausoleum rashly, even if they were not in a coma due to hypoxia, their abilities would drop by 70%.
I don't want to wait until the danger comes, but I can only rely on me to solve the crisis, while other people become onlookers or lambs waiting to be slaughtered due to various factors such as hypoxia.
After about half an hour of wind, I greeted the experts and put the prepared mice in.
The experts took out a dozen mice, tied them with ropes, and put them in the tomb passage.
Although the mice showed fear, nervousness, anxiety, and even unwilling to cooperate when facing the tomb passage that looked like an abyss, but the experts had special methods of repelling mice. He screamed and rushed into the tomb passage.
The first batch of guinea pigs rushed for about a hundred meters, and there was no sound or movement.
When it was pulled out, most of the mice had lost their vitality and were paralyzed on the ground. A few mice had been unconscious and would convulsions from time to time.
"Poor little guy" one of the experts said blankly.
I always feel that when he said this, he looked like a high-ranking authority, looking at the common people who can be killed at any time.
I don't like this attitude very much, but I am also very clear that for humans, especially humans who specialize in scientific research, guinea pigs are nothing but test products they can take and use, and the value is equivalent to cheap experimental materials.
In any laboratory, there are countless ghosts of white mice and other experimental materials. They are waiting for a certain day with a deep resentment to give the most deadly revenge to the lofty'god' who harmed their lives. .
Of course, the above are just my personal malicious thoughts.
As for the soul, it does exist, but I haven’t seen it either...Well, I’m wrong, I’ve seen two of them, one is the 16th Fairy QueenFilide Ofili Ya, the other is Philade Alexander. As for Philade Rupert, it doesn’t count. He should have imprisoned his soul in a rotten body through a secret method, thinking that he could accumulate power for thousands of years. Lead his skeletal legion, break open the tomb, return to the Hefeng Continent, reappearing its former glory.
It is a pity that I ran into it by mistake, not only destroyed his tomb, but also took away his crown.
In other words, that artifact is still in the hands of the Fairy Queen, coupled with the Moonlight Scepter, her current strength should have surpassed the level of high-level national power?
By the way, the Moonlight Scepter does not seem to be a complete product, and it lacks a long handle, but I don't know where that long handle is hidden now.
It would be great if the long handle of the Moonlight Scepter was in this tomb.
I secretly said in my heart.
After all, the status of the artifact in the fairy queen's heart is infinitely equal to her only true love granddaughter.
I believe that with this long handle, combining the Moonlight Scepter will definitely serve as a key bargaining chip to let Her Majesty the Fairy Queen know which side is the most suitable side to bet.
After spending more than 40 minutes of air, I drove the mice a second time, and the result was better than the first time.
At least every mouse's mental state is not bad, but it still has some influence.
Only in a full state can I get the best results, so I just waited patiently for more than an hour. Finally, this time the mouse experiment satisfied me-all the mice were full of energy and vitality. It's almost the same as before putting it in.
"It's okay," I said, and took the lead, leading everyone into the tomb.
Light up the Philosopher’s Stone and shine around it.
Against the backdrop of the light, we could see everything in the tomb passage.
On both sides of the tomb passage, one after another close and coherent murals are carved, and the content of the murals is also diverse.
There are descriptions of local customs, the grand scene of a prosperous empire, the illumination of sacrificial bonfires, and the cruelty of hunting and melee.
And in every mural, there is the same character present. The person is dressed in a Chinese dress, a robe and an official hat, looking majestic and domineering.
"Who is this person?" I asked curiously, pointing to the person repeated in the painting.
The "Emperor of the Perus Empire" expert said without hesitation, then he pushed the crystal eyes and added: "It's just that I can't tell which emperor is this."
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