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Chapter 212 Stories from the Past (Please subscribe, read, comment on monthly tickets)

Adriana was stunned.

She has been working in the archaeology field for many years, but has never seen a tomb owner suddenly sit up from the coffin.

She turned her head stiffly and looked at the shadow entangled in the cloth. She stood still, not knowing what to do next.

"Ahem, what is that? It's so dark around here. Is it still dark?"

Martin opened his eyes and opened his mouth subconsciously, and a pile of sand squeezed into his mouth.

He wanted to spit it out, but the cloth wrapped around his body blocked his way. His throat moved and he swallowed the sand.

"Bah bah bah!"

He reached out and tore off the cloth on his face, and a stream of sand instantly spurted out of his mouth. He felt like he had lost a lot of weight.

"Another bad start. The feng shui of the DC world is not good!"

Martin complained and tore off all the strips of cloth on his body, and his body became naked in an instant.

He jumped out of the coffin, his hair tied up with a Nemes turban made of bright gold and blue. There was a vulture and cobra logo on the front of the turban, and a long fake beard made of gold on his chin.

A shawl decorated with gorgeous gems fell on her shoulders, covering half of her chest. Her lower body was covered by a white apron embroidered with golden sun patterns, and she wore a pair of ordinary sandals on her feet.

According to the standard configuration of the Pharaoh, he should also pick up the curved scepter representing divine authority and the flail representing royal violence.

But Martin really didn't want to carry those two heavy things, so he waved his hands and his hands were empty.

"Are you the nameless pharaoh recorded in the murals?"

While Martin was moving his body, the shocked Adriana finally realized that she should do something to save her life.

Although the murals tell that the pharaoh once fought with the gods to liberate the slaves.

But Adriana felt that the ancients were just ancient people. No matter how enlightened a pharaoh was, he was still a king and could not be as civilized as modern people.

Even modern people cannot accept the invasion of tombs, let alone an ancient pharaoh?

In order to avoid being beheaded by the resurrected pharaoh, Adriana was even prepared to kneel down and beg for mercy.

It's not a shameful thing to do in order to survive.

"what are you doing?"

Martin is moving his body. He has not been dug out of his heart and lungs and turned into a mummy. When he opens his eyes, he is still a normal person.

He was startled when he saw a woman suddenly kneeling down in front of him, and jumped away quickly like a frightened bird.

"Is there something wrong with your brain? Why do you kneel down to others all the time?"

"You can actually speak English?" Adriana's bent legs straightened up all of a sudden, and she looked at the not-so-old nameless pharaoh in shock.

"nerve!"

Martin looked at the woman with eyes that showed concern for the mentally retarded, and said strangely: "Not only can I speak English, I can also speak French, German, and Russian. What about Chinese? It's none of your business."

"Who are you and what are you doing in the mausoleum where I am buried?"

Adriana was silent. She couldn't say that she was here to dig graves!
Modern people can understand archaeology, but can an ancient pharaoh understand it? He would probably just feel that his tomb was robbed.

While Adriana was struggling fiercely in her heart, Martin just felt bored.

He doesn't need to use any tricks, he can see through other people's inner thoughts with just his eyes. A self-righteous scholar is not worth mentioning no matter from which perspective.

"Forget it, I don't care what you do, get out of my sight right now!"

Martin waved her off and started to shoo people away.

"I'm leaving?"

Adriana felt like she was dreaming. She couldn't believe that a pharaoh would let go of someone who invaded his tomb.

"If you don't want to leave, I don't mind chopping off your head here!"

Martin tried hard to put on a ferocious expression, because he had no killing intent in his heart, and he looked like a little tiger, more cute than majestic.

But in Adriana's eyes, the nameless pharaoh opposite was like a roaring lion that could swallow her up at any time.

Under such fear, she used her willpower to overcome her body's instinctive reaction, dragged her weak legs, and ran away without looking back, for fear that Wuming would get angry and chop off her head.

"You are so brave and yet you dare to learn how to dig graves. You really don't know your own abilities."

If this were a world without supernatural powers, Martin would not have mocked the woman who fled, because everyone has psychological problems and they can be overcome.

But in a place like this where there are demons and monsters everywhere, if you don’t have courage, you are playing with your own life.

After driving away the strange woman, Martin walked to the edge of the golden platform and looked at the big pit covered with white bones. His expression became serious.

He had many interactions with Egypt.

When he was in school, he became an Egyptian prince one day. He gave the collar to Rona without permission, which angered the Egyptian gods. Thanks to Horus' help, they escaped from the pyramid.

As he grew up, he began to travel to other worlds and time points alone.

At that time, he went to ancient Egypt on a certain timeline and became a laborer building a pyramid.

Thanks to the flooding of the Nile River, the plains of Egypt became very fertile, able to feed hundreds of thousands of people during the slave era and allow crops to be harvested three times a year.

Not only could it feed people, but it also allowed the workers who built the pyramids to eat bread and onions every day, and even eating meat was not out of reach.

However, when Martin visited, the Nile River had not experienced a major flood for decades.

The years when the river water is calm are the most difficult for Egypt to survive, and such years are lasting longer and longer.

Amid people’s hopes and prayers, the river that gave birth to Egypt not only did not flood, but the water level even dropped and then dried up!
Natural disasters and wars continued to occur, people starved to death every day, the Nile River dried up, and countless priests took advantage of the chaos to establish themselves as kings. The Ninth Dynasty and the Tenth Dynasty faced each other from the north to the south, with countless city-state monarchs sitting on the fence in between.

The people ate up everything they could and turned their attention to their children. The next day, the swords of war fell on them and turned them into food.

The blood of the Egyptians flowed into rivers, filling the receding water level of the Nile.

Just as the Bible says in the first plague: "The water of the Nile turned into blood!"

Of course, there was no such thing as a Bible at that time.

Egypt was dying, the Ninth Dynasty had become strangers, and both Upper and Lower Egypt wanted to bring destruction to each other through war.

But the pyramids were still being built. The nobles and priests monopolized everything. They told the common people: "As long as you worship God sincerely, you can restore Egypt to its former beauty."

But on the pillars they worshipped as gods, they only carved stories of how they saved civilians and never mentioned their own acts of persecution.

In this way they hoped to escape the judgment of Osiris.

But Martin would never allow it. He couldn't watch the weak fighting each other in the quagmire, shedding their own blood, while letting the strong who caused this evil enjoy everything.

So, he paid a huge price, forced himself to stay in ancient Egypt, and began his own action.

He found the lost Lord of Dusk, Atum, in the Primordial Hill. This great god was originally the creator and sun god, but after the appearance of Ra, he was gradually forgotten and lost his power as the sun god.

Martin told the forgotten god about his ambitions.

He wanted to spread his knowledge, so that people would know how to predict celestial phenomena, how to better grow grains, how to raise livestock... and let the civilians who had nowhere to go enter a better era.

Atum admired Martin very much, but then rejected him:

"The land ruled by the gods and nobles does not care how many people are killed or injured. In their eyes, the people are just crops grown in the land. If one group dies, another group will grow again in the end."

"As long as the glory of Ra is immortal and the gods exist, the nobles of Upper and Lower Egypt will be able to maintain their lives forever. As for the disasters caused by war and the reduction of food, they should be borne by the useless people, and the nobles only need to guide them."

"If you want to spread the knowledge you have, the pharaoh's divinity will weaken, and the lower-class people will abandon their nobles. At that time, you will be besieged and killed by the nobles and gods, and your soul will be cursed by them, or even cursed by Osiris himself."

"Egypt's civilization has always been the civilization of the nobles and pharaohs, the civilization of the gods, and never the civilization of the people."

"I appreciate your ideas, but I will not support someone who is bound to fail."

But Martin did not fail. Even without Atum's help, the slave army he led conquered several city-states. The footsteps of slaves and laborers opened the door to a new era.

The Pharaohs' armies were no match for the slaves, and the Pharaohs themselves had no ability to fight against Martin. The slave army approached the city of Heliopolis (Cairo), causing panic in Upper and Lower Egypt.

So the pharaohs prayed to the gods for strength, asking them to grant them the power to defeat the lowly people who dared to offend the pharaohs.

The sun god Ra responded to the pharaohs' pleas and sent four huge protectors with their army to the world.

Mahesh the Lion, the angry guardian of the Sun's golden ship;
The lioness Sekhmet, lord of the southern desert and patron saint of the pharaoh;
Shati the Elephant, the mother of antelope horns and elephant bodies, the arrows of Nubia, the purifier of the Nile;
Sobek the Crocodile, Warrior of the Nile and Horus.

The four patron saints of the sun god led the deep god-created army of the waves and launched a massacre against the slave army as soon as they fell into the mortal world.

The slaves who had seen the light refused to return to darkness and would not retreat even in the face of the gods.

They shed their blood and created a red Nile River on the land of Egypt.

Martin commanded the army, relied on various strategies and sacrificed human lives to withstand the attacks of the four guardian gods and gained a firm foothold in the city of Heliopolis.

At this moment, the founder of Egypt, the first sun god, finally stood on the side of Martin and the side of countless slaves.

Amid the blood of the slaves, Martin and Atum killed the four patron saints of the sun god Ra. He rejected the protection of the gods, became an unknown pharaoh, and swept across the land of Egypt with the anger of the slaves.

Martin killed Intif, who was chosen by the gods to be the pharaoh of the 11th Dynasty, and destroyed the god Amun of the Theban dynasty.

The gods were thus divided.

Horus, who was killed by the gods, resurrected again, sided with the slaves, and launched an attack on the scarab Khepri, who usurped his power.

As the protector of slaves, the goddess of life chose to protect the weak without hesitation. She used the power of her husband Osiris to attack the sacred snake Urias.

Martin took Atum and fought with the sun god Ra on the sun boat.

In that final duel, Martin did not lose, but he did not win either.

At the last moment, even with the help of Atum, the original founder of Egypt, Martin could not withstand the rules of transformation and left that point in time unwillingly.

When Martin looked at the corpses of the executed people, he knew that this tomb had nothing to do with the Egyptian pantheon of this world. It was a part of the timeline that he had once helped that was pulled over and forcibly integrated into the history of this world.

"I'm sorry for you!"

Martin sighed at the countless corpses.

It was he who led these slaves on the road of rebellion, but he had to leave them at the last moment.

Even though Martin had tried his best, he still felt bad about the result.

At that time, almost all the gods under the sun god Ra had died. Martin thought that with Atum, the slaves and low-level laborers could at least retain some of the freedom and liberation they had won with their blood.

But he was still too optimistic.

"rest in peace!"

Martin reached out and grabbed a crank out of thin air. Countless black feathers fell from the air as he moved, sweeping across the white bones.

The peaceful atmosphere of death spread, and a reed emerged from the ground, soothing the cursed souls to their rest.

While fighting, Martin also tried his best to promote the idea that gods should serve the people, so that the gods on their side would change their habit of being high and mighty.

Although Martin became an unknown pharaoh, all the gods, led by Atum, ceded some of their power to him, including Osiris, the lord of the Egyptian underworld.

In fact, Osiris is just an image god, a power born from a corpse, and has no self-consciousness.

For, when Horus and Isis both sided with Martin, the power of Osiris fell into his hands.

White reeds swayed in the wind. The silence of death enveloped the entire tomb. One by one, cursed souls were freed from the corpses.

The transparent soul recognized Martin, the nameless Pharaoh who belonged only to them.

These souls had no resentment, only gratitude. Although Martin failed in the final battle, they were still grateful to the nameless pharaoh who brought them hope and light, and gave him their final blessings.

The liberated soul no longer has much strength left, and is even unable to go to the underworld. It can only quietly walk towards its final end among the white reeds.

Their blessing was just a tiny dot of light, without any amplifying power or even warmth.

But when thousands and tens of thousands of light points gathered together, they formed a scarf with drooping golden tassels and wrapped around Martin.

Boom!

A loud bang spread throughout the mountain, and a huge crack spread up from the lower left, directly destroying the small reed plain created by Martin.

The soul that had been comforted was instantly shattered and finally disappeared.

Martin frowned, put away the crank in his hand, snapped his fingers, and a gorgeous one-person carriage appeared in front of him.

He climbed onto the carriage, grabbed the reins and shook them. The horse, which was equipped with gorgeous equipment, started running with all its might, passing directly through the door of the tomb and into the wide corridor.

He did not go in, but followed the crack to find the power that destroyed his magic.

Those souls who had suffered for thousands of years could have ended their lives in a peaceful environment, but because of this force, everything was ruined.

Those souls were shattered. No matter who the owner of that power was, Martin would demand an explanation from him.

　Two updates, 8,000 words! Egyptian mythology is also quite confusing, with all kinds of sun gods, various subordinate gods and subordinate gods.

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