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But for those who still live in this sea of sand and dare to travel through the desert, mirages can no longer easily drag them into the death trap.

In particular, the Tuareg people, as a nation living in the Sahara Desert and still leading a nomadic life isolated from the outside world, have retained some traditional trade routes. They often ride camels for six months every year to travel 1500 miles across the Sahara to sell salt from the center of the desert to the edge.

At this time, a Tuareg camel caravan was trekking in the Sahara Desert. The leader, with his rich experience, led the team to avoid dangerous areas such as quicksand. Occasionally, they would glance at an oasis nearby, but they would ignore any that were not marked on the map of this route.

However, just as the team leader was sitting on the camel's back as usual without saying a word, trying to reduce unnecessary consumption as much as possible, he suddenly heard a commotion coming from behind.

The team leader turned around and saw several young men from the tribe on the camels behind them pointing in a certain direction and shouting.

So, he subconsciously turned around and took a look, and then he was stunned and sat on the camel's back, because in the distant sand sea next to their team, a ruins suddenly appeared under the scorching sun.

From the obelisk, it is not difficult to see that it is the architectural style of ancient Egypt, and compared with ordinary mirages, this site is really too clear.

But there couldn't possibly be any ancient Egyptian pagan ruins along this route. The team leader knew this all too well. He didn't bother wasting any extra energy or water. He quickly scolded the young men and ordered the entire group to speed away from the strange ruins. At the same time, superstitiously, he quickly dug out the Tifinagh scripture from his camel's backpack...

The ancient Egyptian ruins just watched quietly as the camel caravan went away and disappeared on the horizon.

Until the sun sank into the desert horizon and the last ray of light disappeared in the sky, the night covered the entire desert with sub-zero cold.

The ancient Egyptian ruins disappeared into the darkness at some point.

There was no trace left on the sea of sand.

Another moment passed.

When the moon was clearly hanging high in the sky, a strange sandbag suddenly appeared at the location where the ancient Egyptian ruins appeared.

Then, the sandbag changed. The sand flowed in a very unscientific direction, shaping the sandbag into a blurry human face.

After this human face took shape, it immediately let out a roar towards the moon and stars in the sky, shouting in some unknown language.

"*Ancient Egyptian* (What's going on? Have the gods completely abandoned this world?)"

"*Ancient Egyptian* (Why can't I feel the underworld pulling at my soul anymore?)"

"Ancient Egyptian language (Ansuna, my Ansuna, no, no, no—)"

But kept shouting.

The sound coming from the sand face suddenly stopped.

Because at this moment, its structure collapsed, half of its face turned back into ordinary sand, and the remaining half continued to disintegrate into meaningless gravel.

And in the darkness, a certain consciousness was horrified to find that the 'Haka (magical power)' it had obtained during the three thousand years of curse punishment was disappearing bit by bit in an irreversible way.

It simply constructed a face out of sand, and after shouting a few times to replace the body that had lost its tongue and could not move, a part of it was permanently lost, so that the sand face inevitably collapsed.

After a howl of fear, the consciousness fled back into the darkness and curled itself up deep underground in the ancient Egyptian ruins that could not be seen by the outside world, within a sealing ceremony composed of countless mechanisms, stone tablets, reliefs, altars, murals, ornaments and statues.

Then, it sadly discovered that the seal that trapped and tortured it for three thousand years, as well as the entire City of the Dead that maintained and constituted the seal, had become its shelter after awakening.

But what made it despair was that after it curled up its consciousness, it could actually feel that the seal was collapsing bit by bit, and the 'Haka' that maintained and constituted the seal was also dissipating, but with the material entity of the City of the Dead, the speed of dissipation was slower, and the City of the Dead after nightfall was equivalent to reversing from the world of the living to the underworld. Now that the connection with the underworld was severed, the City of the Dead was stuck in another dimension different from reality, which also indirectly slowed down the consumption rate of 'Haka'.

But when the sun rises again, the City of the Dead will return to the world of the living, and the passage of 'Haka' will accelerate.

So, in its despair and powerless anxiety, the sun rose again in the sky of the Sahara Desert the next day, and the entire ancient Egyptian ruins reappeared on the desert in the first ray of morning light that broke through the darkness.

Then, it suddenly noticed that after the sun's rays fell on the obelisk on the ground, the light and heat from the sun were actually absorbed by the City of the Dead and transformed into a meager 'Haka'.

Although it could no longer sense any will and divinity from the god Ra in the fierce sunlight, and it was just ordinary sunlight, the obelisk used to praise the sacred sun was also the main force that originally suppressed its body and soul. It could still convert energy from simple light and heat, and barely make up for the ever-fading seal of "Haka".

"*Ancient Egyptian* (Wait, that's... Blessed be Ra, Praise the Sun, Praise the Holy Khepri)"

It was almost crying with joy as it loudly praised and sang praises to the great Almighty King from its tortured sarcophagus deep underground.

Even though it knew that the Almighty King, or the other gods, were unlikely to respond to it now that they had lost contact with the underworld, it was still happy that the seal that it once hated and despised could still be maintained.

After a while.

Until noon when the sun reaches its highest point in the sky.

It then stopped praising and singing praises.

Then, from the tight seal during the day, a trace of consciousness squeezed out, and it explored the outside world with fear, which had become completely unfamiliar to it.

This is a suffocating desert.

It seemed as if there was no trace of moisture originating from Nuln in the entire world.

It was so thirsty that it forgot what despair was for a moment.

"*Ancient Egyptian Language* (Have all the gods really abandoned this world, whether they are the pillar gods of Upper and Lower Egypt or the gods of distant foreign cities?)"

"*Ancient Egyptian* (But why can the seal... No, that's not right. Hamunaptra's seal doesn't simply rely on the might of the Pillar Gods. It can also directly draw and transform divine power from all things in the world, especially the god Ra...)"

Its voice paused as it suddenly realized some blasphemous thoughts and fell into panic.

Quite a while.

"*Ancient Egyptian language* (The will of Ra... left the sacred sun... the other gods also disappeared... and the underworld, Ansuna, my Ansuna, without you, what is the point of my resurrection...)"

It then muttered to itself in the darkness:

"*Ancient Egyptian language* (...No, no, I want to regain the underworld, the realm of the gods—Ansuna, Ansuna, I will definitely bring you back. Not even the Almighty King and the other gods can stop us from being together)"

"*Ancient Egyptian* (I will reunite the Ka of Imhotep and unite it with my immortal Ba... I will gather souls in the sunbeams, raise the disk of the sun, and become one with the divine sun)"

It roared sadly and resolutely in the darkness.

"Ancient Egyptian (at any cost, even the greatest blasphemy)"

(PS: Okay, now the dungeon officially begins. You can guess what the intelligent NPC teammates are this time. I can give you a hint that the teammates this time are very consistent with the dungeon theme. The protagonist is really clinging to the thighs this time.

Then, just like when I was doing the dungeons in Volume 2, I'll write out the costs and hidden dangers in advance. Well, whether it's the original content of the dungeon the protagonist is doing, or the "unlucky guy" who appears in real life, it's all because of love. The more capable a person is, the more likely they are to get into big trouble if they don't focus on their careers but on love... It can be said that they fit in well with each other~)

The third copy: 83. Go get rid of XXX (4k+)

This is an unfamiliar forest. The sunlight is shining through the layers of leaves, casting mottled light and shadows.

The grass under my feet was moist and soft, and dewdrops sparkled on the leaves like countless crystal clear gems.

The air was filled with the fragrance of soil and grass. After taking a deep breath, Xia Yan suddenly frowned.

The air here seems a little too fresh?

It wasn't just refreshing and fresh. In his previous dungeon, he had spent a lot of time in the forest near Tulipas. While that was also in the wild, far from human habitation, the air there was nowhere near as fresh as this forest...

Well, Xia Yan really couldn't describe this feeling accurately... If he had to say it, it would be that the air in the forest of this 'copy' world seemed to be more vibrant.

Wait, vitality?

After being stunned for a moment, Xia Yan immediately reacted and raised his hand to summon the [Holy Grail] from the system storage space on the magic weapon page.

The next moment, the Holy Grail, which had taken the shape of a nine-story stone tower more than three meters high, fell heavily to the ground in front of him.

Then, Xia Yan used his mind to communicate with the spirit of the Great Holy Grail and asked:

"Can the Greater Holy Grail now replenish its magic power from the outside world?"

"It's fine, but..."

There was a hint of surprise in the voice of the weapon spirit, Yustisa.

"...Master, please forgive my presumption, but have you now...returned to a time before the Age of Gods completely faded and faded away?"

"According to the [Great Holy Grail]'s monitoring, the current concentration of ether in the outside atmosphere gives me the feeling of having regressed to the time before the end of the Age of Gods. It's not an exaggeration to say that it could allow gods to temporarily walk the earth."

"Now I have a rough idea of where this place is... Tsk, I originally thought I'd have to go through the Bone-Eating Well no matter what, but I didn't expect to arrive at my destination directly by airdrop..."

Xia Yan said leisurely:

"...You're right. If nothing unexpected happens, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the era this world currently inhabits is still one where the Age of Gods hasn't completely faded and faded away. Not only are there still many fantastical monsters (youkai) being born and active, but there are also many great youkai who can at least rival first-rate Servants and still exist in the world. And there are humans who can rival great youkai but are still mortal and cannot avoid birth, aging, sickness and death."

"But this is the last glimmer of light. In about five hundred years, no, around the time of the Black Ship Incident, in just over three hundred years, this island nation will receive its first slap of love from their American father. By then, all transcendence will have vanished."

"However, according to the records of the Einzbern family (which began in the year 1 AD), even with the influence of the Son's passing, the afterglow of the Age of Gods in Europe continued for several centuries, even converging on the British Isles and lingering until around the year 1000 AD, when it gradually faded away..."

The weapon spirit, Yustisa, asked with a puzzled tone:

"...If we follow your statement and inference, Master, the speed at which the afterglow of the Age of Gods fades here seems somewhat unreasonable and rapid."

"Who knows? Maybe it's the world itself."

Xia Yan shrugged and didn't pay much attention to the doubts of the Holy Grail spirit.

After all, you can't use the situation in the Type-Moon world as a universal standard for all the heavens and worlds to require other worldviews to follow, right?

Wouldn't that just be the same "mystery" secondary setting from the old days of fan fiction, where concepts were paramount?

"Perhaps... never mind, I'm just being overly suspicious, Master."

The spirit of the weapon, Justisisa, seemed to want to say something, but after hesitating for a moment, he felt that he could not use the process of the end of the European Age of Gods in other places without thinking.

Apart from anything else, at least in the memory of the Winter Saint, Justissa, the process of the fading of the afterglow of the Age of Gods in Asia was completely different from that in Europe.

For example: In a certain piece of land covered by an oriental magic base called the thought key pattern, it may not be correct to say that the Age of Gods has completely disappeared, but it is also nonsense to say that the Age of Gods is still alive there, which highlights an unclear meaning.

"How is Irena now?"

"Ms. Irena is following your request, Master, and using the Greater Holy Grail to create the Shadow Servant's spirit base, infusing it into the golem she created using the Crown of Wisdom technology."

The spirit of the weapon said:

"It will be difficult to implement your concept in a short period of time. Not only will it be impossible to connect to the quantum recorder, resulting in the inability to form a complete consciousness within the Shadow Servant's spiritual base, but the golem created by Ms. Irena's deciphering and analysis of the [Crown of Wisdom] technology will not be enough to compensate for this shortcoming."

"By the way, she also asked me to tell you a message——"

A hint of smile appeared in the voice of the weapon spirit.

"——Don't do nothing while I'm working for you, just thinking about how to flirt with other women, sitting back and enjoying the fruits of my labor, and being a gigolo who only thinks about how to build a harem and eat women's soft rice."

"..."

Xia Yan was speechless. For some reason, he suddenly had the urge to grab this crumb and give it a good beating.

"What does she take me for? An animal who only knows how to think with her lower body? Beep (silenced) itchy, I need to be punished!?"

"Well, it's probably because the personal secretary is working overtime and is currently suspicious of her boss, who has a history with her, and is working overtime too?"

The spirit of the weapon teased:

"Of course, I'm not questioning you, Master."

"You too are itchy and need to be punished!"

"Ah, as your property, if Master truly needs me, I can assume the body and identity of Justissa Rizleich von Einzbern for your enjoyment."

The spirit of the weapon smiled and said:

"If that's the case, although it's a bit offensive to say this, I hope you'd better go to the doctor. People can't, at least not in front of a, um, original cup, or similar utensils, that thing."

"..."

I almost forgot that the source of this spirit is the Winter Saint - Justissa, and Justissa is the initial template for the later Einzbern androids. Since Irisviel is potentially evil, the Winter Saint as the initial template is naturally the same.

"Please tell Irena that her special situation cannot be replicated in a short period of time, and I'm not a mobile bulldozer who only thinks with my lower body."

Xia Yan took a deep breath.

"And this time, the intelligent teammate is..."

Well, there's no one in front of me, and the same goes for the left and right sides. Refer to the start of the second 'copy' world...

Xia Yan turned and looked behind him.

then.

He was stunned.

The sound also stopped abruptly.

A long time passed.

An idea came into his mind.

What the hell!

Followed by.

WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF…