Plague Doctor

I know who you are.

You're the morning sun, and you're the evening sun.

You are the king of the gods and the lord of all nations.

You are the father of all things. You are the creator of all things. You were born before light and darkness.

They pray in your name, swear in your name, and the gods are calling your name.

But mortals can't give you your real name, they can only give you the name "Saab Nicholas," and that doesn't make you one in 10,000 great.

Night or day, you can hear every cry of the people, you can see the children of all nations.

It's trivial. No need for your verdict. Your little lamb god has arranged everything.

God of the Lamb, give the world your wrath.

A man who cannot recognize the true nature of the Lamb God can only identify him as Knut, as Paine, as Funus.

Dionysus is another incarnation of him, divine and insane, joy and pain, and he is the supreme realm of life.

“The firstborn son of the endless Black Mountain Goat, born after the night, our ruler" is his real name, and mortal man is his strong name, "Kerma”.

Kramer, the god of the rams, we give you your soul!

Take us aboard a giant ship that travels through the heavens, transcend the ordinary body, reach the kingdom of heaven, and reach the kings of the gods.

Frenzied noises were heard inside the camp, and many others appeared to have panicked shouts, and people on both sides of the camp were suddenly very nervous.

Eldin was also suspicious, and there was an unclear agitation. Could it have been the buyer who ate the black?

“Watch out for these people, you guys come with me!” Eldin hurriedly called all the people around him. The situation was sword-breaking. The people lifted their guns. Eldin couldn't handle the confrontation. He rushed into the main camp with a small group of his men. “Bashir, Ella, what's wrong...”

As soon as he walked through the screen at the entrance to the tent camp, Eldin stopped and the cold fur stood upright...

Around him, the rest of his men also stunned and shook their hands suddenly with a gun handle.

Over here in front of the camp, whether it be Bashir, Ella and the guards, Edwin, Fortner, Smith and the bodyguards they brought, a dozen people are either on the ground or on their knees.

Fortner still had a little struggle, and Edwin, the dead one, was holding the animal pottery in his hands and mumbling his mouth.

Behind the camp, the nylon cloth was lifted aside, and three figures stood there, one skeleton on the left and the other on the right, and there seemed to be a bit of alien light in those empty rotting orbits, while in the middle was a taller statue of the stone... it was the three mummies.

Eldin can't speak anymore and doesn't know if he's shaking. What is that...

The shadow in the middle wasn't just a stone or a bone, but he tranced and saw that face with a vivid color.

It looked like a young man in his twenties, like a man, a fine five but with a few feminine rhymes. Unlike modern Egyptians, white, black, Middle Eastern, Asian, the complexion of bronze seems to be from ancient Egyptian murals, handsome and mysterious.

When Eldin wanted to see more clearly, his eyes just touched the eyes on that old face, and there was a heartbreaking pain in his body that blew up and fell to the ground. Now he finally understands why there's always a weird feeling when he's involved in excavating that stone body...

“Ah, ah...” A guard next to him was sweating cold in his face, carrying a rifle under his syncope, pointing at the resurrected mummies, pulling the trigger and shooting.

Bang! When the gunshot sounded, the gunshot suddenly overwhelmed the nerves of the other guards still standing. They fired shots, bang, bang...

Yet all those who looked that way saw an incomprehensible scene, where the space seemed distorted, where the gunfire had only slightly lifted the ripples and disappeared, and the three mummies were still standing there.

“Fool.” At this point, the stone in the middle made a sound like a mummy, and the mouth of my face seemed to be moving, and it seemed not, "Say my name. ”

That voice is not a human voice at all. It is low and bright and strange. It sounds like it's coming from the underworld.

The guards also panicked and suddenly, the first guard to shoot painfully covered his hands and his throat, the whole person suspended from the ground and kicked his feet, like being strangled and lifted. Immediately after that, the other guards also hung in pain.

Eldin stood still, inundated by a deep fear, and did not listen to his summoning feet bend to the ground...

“O fools who have offended me, you will have no Hereafter.” The stone like a mummy said, "and thus vanished. ”

The strange words dropped, bang a few times, the guards didn't have time to scream, the whole thing exploded into a pile of flesh, only the skeleton fell.

Eldin was instantly drained by flesh and blood, and his heart became unconscious...

Because the gunfire was already mixed up outside the tent camp, there were others coming in and shouting, “What's going on? Mr. Smith? ”

The stone statue man, his mouth seemed flashing, revealing a slight indiscriminate laugh.

Eldin seemed to see the other side lift his hand and then heard the horrible burst again, rang from outside the tent camp, and then returned to silence.

“Kerma, the god of the little ram, Kerma, the god of the little ram...”

At that time, another voice sounded in the camp, Edwin's voice with fanaticism and fear. Edwin still respectfully held the animal statue with his hands, kneeling on his knees, his low eyes dared not look directly ahead, “The rebels of the king of Egypt, the rebels of the sun god Amon, the eldest son of the true sun god...”

The little Ram God's eyes turned slightly, seemed a little dissatisfied, "Fools, what can you give me? ”

The seemingly suicidal atmosphere added to the silence of the people in the camp, as did the arrogant Ella, who had previously travelled on foot.

Only Edwin, a madman, can speak: "Let the world know the true name of the Sun God...”

“I mean, what can you give me?” The Lamb God said again, his voice was slightly higher than just now.

This slight change caused sudden heartache to everyone in the camp, as if the temperature had suddenly risen by dozens of degrees and the sun's flames had roasted it, turning it into a pile of ashes that would never rise again.

“George, I think the God of the Lamb means...” Fortner had to make a tough noise, "sacrifice, we need sacrifice...”

The Lamb God glanced at Fortner and said, "You were trying to stop him from calling me. ”

“I…” Fortner wanted to justify himself, but this idea brought instinctive fear, and he said, “I am afraid of ignorance. ”

“You're not lying.” The Lamb God looks at Edwin again, "what about you? ”

Edwin's old skinny face was even more fanatical, telling the truth: “God of the Lamb, I am a 57-year-old man, and I have loved ancient Egyptian civilization since I was a child - or that ancient civilization, which set me on the path of learning archaeology… I yearn to approach those truly great things, God, power, resurrection, eternity… People think that ancient humans are ignorant and ignorant, but I think that ancient humans know more about the nature of everything, they were closer to God… Your coming confirms my opinion… God of the Lamb, I am willing to offer sacrifices and follow your light…”

When Fortner remembered Cambridge, Edwin liked to study mysticism and was always passionate about the unsolved mysteries of Egyptian civilization.

However, a few people studying ancient civilizations have never had a love for mysticism...

Fortner's heart also rises with the thoughts of his youth, like a swirling vortex, giving his heart a protracted force of disobedience.

When people live to nearly sixty years, the passions are long gone, and the old body slowly loses strength, and this only gets worse and worse.

The average life expectancy of ancient Egyptians was only about 30 years, 12 or 3 years of age began childbearing as soon as childbearing began, and by the time they reached the age of 20, they were old and 30 years of age had reached the end of their lives. Therefore, the ancient Egyptians had a great fear of death, a great love for life, a desire to regain youth and a desire to be reborn after death.

But modern people are different. Where to? Likewise, my life was short, as if I was in college yesterday, and today I have gray hair.

The shadow of disease and death has overshadowed my whole life, and not a single day is real “health”, and every day is gradually fading away.

No matter how you pray to God, you never get a single response.

But now, in front of me, is God.

“Little Lamb God," Fortner truly set his mind and called the name over, remembering his dead mother and his dead little daughter, "I also yearn to follow you and live in a new world sheltered by the true Sun God. ”

Whether it's fear, desire, or blind obedience, Paul-Smith, Bashir, Ella, and the bodyguards beside them are also rushing to speak.

Eldin, who fell in the meat pile at the door, similarly cried out to the god of the little ram.

Their previous religious beliefs, in the presence of this divine power, were shaky and worthless.

“Your will is nothing special.” The Lamb God replied, "This generation is a little different. ”

Speaking, the statue of the Lamb God sees what time and space looks like, "But not now, you haven't given anything, not now. ”

Nobody in the camp understands what this means, not even Edwin and Fortner.

“Not now, not this year.” The Lamb God added, "My promise to my followers remains unchanged, and after the last 12,400 seasons of change, stone disease will come and a new world will rise. ”

Speaking of which, the ancient voice went away, and the mysterious face gradually turned back to the color of the stone.

The camp calmed down, boom, and the two skeletal mummies fell down, but the stone mummies in the middle still stood.

After a while, the people in the camp dared to make noises, “Just now, yes, what happened...” “Is that true? How...”

Unlike others who were overwhelmed, Edwin had put the animal pottery statue back on the long table and picked up an automatic rifle on the ground.

Boom! Boom!

Determined and quick gunshots, chaotic shouts and screams soon fell.

The ground of the entire camp was stained with blood, and there were bodies shot and killed everywhere.

Ella is dead, Bashir is dead, Eldin is dead, their wretched head still has the incredible and fearful face of death, the guards they hired are dead, Paul Smith is dead, and the guards they hired are dead.

There were only two living people left in the camp, Edwin standing, and Fortner sitting still on the ground.

“George…” Fortner mumbled.

“These people only do bad things.” Edwin Shah muttered that it was the first time he had killed someone, but he didn't calm down like he had just killed a dozen people, "he couldn't keep them. Hurley, there's only two of us here who understand this, and we're the only followers of the Little Ram God. ”

Fortner doesn't think Ella Stream is going to make it, but Paul Smith, an old friend of mine for years...

“The Lamb God didn't look at Paul just now, and God couldn't see him.” Edwin said, "Hurley, cheer up, we've got a lot going on. ”

“Yeah...” Fortner couldn't help but exhale, yeah, there's a lot going on.

“The Ancient Egyptians and the Ancient Cushmen had three seasons a year, and the 12,400 seasons were three thousand four hundred and one hundred and thirteen years more, from 1391 to 1353 BC, if the 'last change' referred to the period of the new kingdom, Amonghotep III. ”

Edwin was already thinking, "That's between 2022 and 2060, and that's when the Lamb God promised to come back. ”

“I think you're right...” Fortner gets up, “George, that's decades away. ”

It is now August 1982, and this year has since been mentioned, perhaps because of the Isle of Mars War, perhaps the World Cup of Spain, perhaps the release of "E.T." by Spielberg, perhaps because “AIDS” has been officially named and is spreading rapidly on all continents of the globe.

“At least 40 years.” Edwin sounds sandy, "Hurley, we have to live to that point, and we have to act now. ”

“Old friend, remember when we were in Cambridge, we had a secret society?” Fortner said, "I think it's necessary to get it back together. ”

“Yes, yes...” Edwin nodded, “Only this time, we have a direction. ”

The two of them, facing the goat-headed pottery statue on the long table and the stone statue behind them, again bent deeply on their knees to worship.

When the 10,240 seasons are over, when the year finally arrives,

May the Goddess of the Lamb, Kerma, and his followers, be reborn.

May they hear the cheers of the world.

In the ritual of welcoming the god of the little ram.

People will give anything precious.

Dedicate all the water left in the bowl to Kerma.

Welcome.