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Chapter 211: The nameless Pharaoh, resurrected! (Please subscribe, read, vote and comment)
Adriana originally wanted to use the power of a charity organization to advance the archaeological work in Kandak, but she didn't expect that those people were just a bunch of bastards who only wanted to make money.

As soon as those guys got off the plane, they went straight into the luxury hotel and started to enjoy themselves. They were reluctant to even go out, let alone go do archaeological research.

The tomb discovered by Kandak this time is in the mountains, which requires a long journey. Even if it is excavated, there is no money to be made. Who would do such a thankless task?
But Adriana is different. She works in archaeology, so how could she miss such a great opportunity?

So, relying on her many years of experience traveling in third world countries, she quickly found local people and paid them to take her to find the tomb that had just been excavated.

For the sake of the green banknotes, Adriana quickly rushed to the excavation site.

The person in charge of the tomb excavation was very happy to see Adriana, but his face suddenly dropped when he saw the local people around her.

"This is the reward for leading the way, let's leave now!"

The person in charge was wearing a suit, glasses, and his black and white hair was greased, looking very much like the image of a British gentleman.

He used money to send Adriana's guide away, and pulled the female doctor aside, reminding her: "Ms. Thomas, you shouldn't mix with the locals. These locals are barbaric, backward and vulgar. There is no civilization in them, only greedy desires."

Adriana is not a racist and she felt very uncomfortable hearing this, but the other party was her financial sponsor and she couldn't say much.

"According to my experience, these locals may not be able to accomplish anything, but they can definitely do something bad. Excavating tombs is a long-term project. If the locals come to make trouble from time to time, we won't be able to do our work."

"No need to worry about this!" The person in charge waved his hand and didn't care about this matter at all.

Adriana asked doubtfully, "If you're counting on those charities to help you, I advise you not to have any illusions."

"Of course I won't rely on those guys. They only know how to make money from various projects and have no ability to do anything."

The person in charge whispered to Adriana, "Our project's supporter is Mr. Bruno Mannheim. With his power, no one can disturb us."

"Who is Mr. Bruno Mannheim?"

Adriana has lived in England and France for many years and has never heard of this name.

"Mr. Manheim is a Met celebrity, a true gentleman, and he financed the entire project."

American?
Adriana instantly gave up the idea of continuing to find out more.

"I see. Thank you for your generous support, sir. Does he have any personal requests?"

This kind of research conducted with private funding is very common in the academic circles of Europe and the United States. If universities were to rely solely on government funding, professors and students would have starved to death long ago.

The person in charge shook his head, and Adriana couldn't help but become alert.

In fact, she hoped that the other party would make some clear requests, even if they were harsh conditions, at least people would know what they wanted.

Now, in this case, I gave money without asking for anything. Are there such selfless strangers in this world?
At least Adriana doesn't think there are such people in the world.

She was sure that the American must have a secret that must not be known to others, but she did not intend to tell it.

As the saying goes, a penny can make a hero fall.

What's more, Adriana is not a hero. She is just an ordinary historian. What those big shots think has nothing to do with her.

She followed the project leader through the dug tunnel and into the mountain. She couldn't wait to ask, "I heard that you dug out the pharaoh's coffin in the mountain tomb?"

"This is a major discovery. Although everyone has always believed that Kandak was a vassal state of Egypt, that was only the result of speculation based on fragmentary customs and habits. If the pharaoh's coffin in the tomb is real, this is big news that can shock the world."

The person in charge said with a smile: "Don't worry, I have already made a lot of money, and there is no need to make money by cheating. Besides, even if I cheat, you, an expert, will definitely be able to see it."

Adriana expressed deep doubts about the professional ethics of these antique dealers, but she was not naive enough to say what was in her mind directly. She just complimented the person in charge against her will.

Passing through a tunnel dug by a machine, the two men walked into the tomb corridor. The mountain walls on both sides became smooth. The rough mountain walls were smoothed by manpower. They looked no different from the pyramid tombs built with huge stones in the desert.

"Now, I begin to believe that you are not lying or fabricating anything!"

Adriana immediately got to work, checking the things in the corridor, especially the murals that showed signs of weathering.

These murals are not exquisite but rather very rough, whether it is the brushstrokes or the materials. To put it nicely, they have "quite an ancient style", but to put it bluntly, it's just one word: "bad".

These are old objects from thousands of years ago. No matter how skilled the craftsmen were at that time, they can never be compared with the industrial machines of the 21st century.

"But the story recorded on this mural is a bit strange. It records a pharaoh who set out from the Primordial Hill, defeated the Ennead of Egypt, led slaves to conquer Upper and Lower Egypt, and finally had a decisive battle with the sun god 'Ra' on the sun boat."

"Are you sure this mausoleum is real?"

Now it was the person in charge's turn to be suspicious. What the hell was this?

The Egyptian pharaoh is the link between gods and humans and the symbol of gods in the human world. How could he defeat the nine gods and even have a decisive battle with the sun god by his own strength?
Adriana shrugged her shoulders. "Although I suspect my eyes are mistaken, this is what the murals record."

"No one knows the outcome of the decisive battle between this unknown pharaoh and the sun god Ra. When the sun boat fell, the Ennead of Egypt returned to their thrones once again."

"The Pharaoh priests of Upper and Lower Egypt slaughtered the slaves who refused to surrender, erased all news of the Pharaoh who dared to rebel against the gods, and placed his bones in this place abandoned by the gods, in the kingdom occupied by Black Adam."

"Wait, Black Adam?"

The person in charge caught the key words and instantly became excited.

"Is Black Adam really buried here?"

Adriana raised her eyebrows, placed her hands on the mural, and explained in detail:
"According to the murals, underneath this tomb is the former capital of Kandak. According to the murals, this Black Adam is also a rebel, but he is only rebelling against the Pharaoh, not against the power of the gods."

"In the beginning, although Black Adam relied on unexpected attacks to achieve many victories, he was soon suppressed by the Egyptian Pharaoh's army. Black Adam suddenly disappeared at this time, and Kandak was burned to the ground by the Pharaoh."

"That's the man. Mr. Manheim is looking for Black Adam's tomb."

The person in charge clapped his hands excitedly and almost jumped up.

Adriana looked as if she had expected it, and sneered, "Didn't you say that the kind gentleman didn't make any requests? What exactly is that Black Adam on the mural?"

The person in charge shook his head and did not answer her question: "Ms. Thomas, what Mr. Mannheim is looking for has nothing to do with you. Thank you for showing us the way. You can also study the coffin and story of the nameless pharaoh at will, but you'd better not disturb our plan."

"No more questions, this is a good thing for both of us, isn't it?"

"You pay the money, you are the boss, you have the final say."

Adriana saw a lot of stories about Egyptian gods and magic in the murals, but she didn't say them out loud.

She just regarded those stories as variations of historical facts and did not think they were true.

"The coffin of the nameless pharaoh is just in front. Please go ahead. I have to take care of other things."

After the person in charge got the news about Black Adam, he changed his enthusiastic attitude towards Adriana, and left directly after saying this.

Adriana looked at the corridor where she was the only one left, feeling both amused and helpless.

"Hey, I have provided you with important clues after all. It's not too much to send someone to lead the way for me!" Adriana's protest went unanswered. The entire corridor instantly became dead silent. Her voice echoed in the corridor, gradually distorted and deformed, like the cry of a female ghost, which made people feel cold on their backs.

"A bunch of heartless ungrateful wolves!"

Adriana cursed softly, pulled out a camera from her backpack, and recorded all the murals and stone carvings in the corridor.

The people who built the tomb did not seem to have built it to protect the nameless pharaoh from tomb robbers. There is only one straight corridor leading into the tomb, and you just have to walk along it.

Soon, the murals became stone carvings, and instead of recording the stories of nameless pharaohs, they became stories of the prowess of the gods and the cruel ways they punished their enemies.

"Did this unknown pharaoh really lead his slaves to conquer Upper and Lower Egypt? Why is there no record of such a thing?"

Adriana looked at the entrance, which was not guarded by any statues, and gradually began to agree with the stories told by the murals.

The statues guarding the entrance to the tomb were very important to the Egyptians.

If the owner of this tomb had not done something that made other pharaohs extremely hateful, the people who later built the tomb for him would never have deliberately removed the statues representing the gods.

"Inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale..."

Looking at the dark entrance, Adriana suddenly became nervous. She had a feeling that she seemed to be touching a dark side of history.

Once she passes through this entrance, countless secrets will pounce on her, and unknown dangers will pounce on her along with those secrets.

"You can do it, Adriana. Isn't the reason you study history to uncover those unknown secrets? How can you back down at this time?"

"You can. You definitely can."

Adriana encouraged herself silently in her heart, and took a step towards the dark entrance.

There was actually nothing at this entrance, but the moment Adriana passed through it, she felt like she was fighting against the mountains and the sea.

"Oh my God!"

Adriana passed through the entrance with her eyes closed, so she didn't notice the dangling space under her feet.

Fortunately, she only missed half of her step. Even though she missed, she adjusted her body's center of gravity in time and let herself fall backwards instead of falling into the deep pit in front of her.

"so close!"

Adriana was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. Her body went limp and she didn't have the strength to stand up for a while.

She took out a bottle of water from her backpack, drank half of it in small sips, then breathed a sigh of relief and turned her head to look around.

Then her eyes widened.

Gold, gold everywhere.

This mausoleum, buried deep in the mountain, is made of stone on the outside and has a golden frame on the inside.

Eight huge golden pillars, more than ten meters high, are deeply embedded in the mountain, together supporting a huge platform also made of gold.

The pharaoh's coffin that the person in charge mentioned is right in the center of the golden platform.

Under the platform was a huge pit that was dozens of meters deep. It was bottomless and without any light, but there were tiny specks of green flames floating out of the pit.

Based on Adriana's experience of adventure in the ancient tomb, she quickly determined that these green flames were the flames that came out when the phosphorus of the corpse came into contact with the flame.

Burying people alive with their dead is something that all slave-era civilizations would do.

Moreover, she had just seen from the murals that all the slaves who followed the nameless pharaoh were brutally killed and their bodies were thrown into the deep pit under the pharaoh's coffin.

It was a punishment, the pharaohs said truthfully in their frescoes.

Since the nameless one cares so much about the survival of the slaves, let the death of these slaves continue to torment him.

"I don't know whether you tortured the Pharaoh or not. Anyway, I was tortured."

Adriana looked at the deep pit illuminated by the green phosphorescent light. The corpses had not yet completely weathered away, and the white bones lay there, revealing the breath of death.

"Damn the guy in charge, he didn't do anything, not even put a few lights around."

Adriana took out her helmet and put it on, turning on the built-in high-intensity light to illuminate the open space in front of her.

While she was scolding the person in charge who had abandoned her without making any preparations, she started to make preparations.

Adriana took out an iron pole and fixed it in the mountain. Then she took out a climbing rope, tied one end to the iron pole and the other end to her waist.

Her movements were smooth and fluid, and it was obvious that she did this often.

After taking protective measures and checking again and again, she finally took her feet and stepped onto the golden path.

The first kick did not trigger any traps.

Adriana breathed a sigh of relief, then took out a two-meter-long telescopic pole and knocked on the one-meter-wide aisle to see if there was a trap ahead.

Amidst the beeping sounds, Adriana safely passed through the aisle without encountering any danger.

"How much did the person who ordered the construction of the tomb hate that nameless pharaoh? He was unwilling to even set a trap to prevent thieves."

The nameless pharaoh is still a pharaoh. Even if he has done something extremely heinous, he should be distinguished from a slave and have a decent outcome.

As for what will happen after the construction of the mausoleum is completed, that is not the concern of the person who gave the order.

Boom!
Adriana turned the light on her helmet towards the coffin, which was made entirely of gold and inlaid with various gems, and was about to record the decorations on it.

The whole coffin suddenly moved, and a heavy sound came from inside. It shook continuously, as if something was about to rush out.

Oh my god, is this a fake corpse?

Adriana's scalp tingled and her back felt cold. Although she was an atheist, her legs couldn't help but go weak when she saw the shaking coffin.

She looked around for a while and found that the coffin was shaking more and more violently, and the gems inlaid on it were falling down.

Adriana finally made up her mind and prepared to leave.

boom!
The moment she turned around, the coffin exploded and a figure slowly sat up.

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