Plague Doctor

In Hulong, the section of the Nile River outside the town of Karima, the torrent suddenly intensified.

Wang Ming, the captain of the guard patrol team by the river, exclaimed: "Evacuate all!" He ran back with the team members while making a report, and the frontline commander on the cemetery also asked them to evacuate immediately. I thought there was still an hour before the flood would submerge here.

The sound of the torrent quickly became louder, but in a blink of an eye, Wang Ming looked back, his heart almost stopped beating, the flood came like a tsunami, forming a torrent of waves, and the wall of waves as high as ten meters was vaguely With countless heads, the rushing waves are just like their howls.

For a few seconds, Wang Mingmeng stayed in place, and time seemed to stop.

Some people around him, as long as they looked back, stopped one after another. Some people fell to the ground and almost lost their minds.

The huge flood on that side is higher than the mountain, and even more infinite than the sky.

In front of it, it seems that all struggles have lost meaning, or there has never been meaning.

"Go..." Wang Ming regained his senses abruptly, pulling up the fallen team members and continuing to run to the shore, "Don't look back! There is a mental shock!"

Just a short while later, Hong Lang rushed past the place where they had stayed, rolled up the observatory tower that was destroyed at the touch of a touch, entrained the broken weeds, and rushed towards the evacuated people ahead.The small town of Karima is full of low-rise buildings, and there is nothing to withstand the torrent of it.

This flood is still growing, rising to a height of tens of meters, and the Nile River is the master of the land.

At the same time, the helicopter hovering over the sky captured these scenes and conveyed the latest situation to the cemetery and the command center: “The guards evacuated urgently. The torrent is destroying the small town of Karima. We can’t stop it. Directly broke through, Hong Lang is approaching the grave area..."

The words on the helicopter sounded from the communication device in front of the Pyramid of Nastassen and spread to everyone's ears.

The earth seemed to be shaking, and under the hot desert was a surging undercurrent.

"What should I do now?" The peacock was a little anxious. Just now, when the flood wave rushed up, the signal of the squad that went deep into the ground was almost cut off, only some weird interruptions that could not be understood were heard. The sound of electric current is a kind of suffering.

Mo Qing and Uncle Egg were in the same mood as the peacock. They watched their fellow robes fall into danger, and they could only wait here, which was really uncomfortable.

"We are waiting." Xiaoxu said, still as calm as a sophisticated machine, "We must trust the squad."

It was Lou Xiaoning who said that he was allowed to serve as the ground captain temporarily. This decision was also approved by Master Tong at the command center. Everyone knew the reason that being able to not be at a high age. Although Xiaoxu was only 13 years old, he and Recently, they have shown extremely high judgment and decision-making ability, so the temporary captain is feasible.

Compared with this kind of thing, they have seen too many things that are really weird to say and understand, and no one makes a fuss about it.

But now, Peacock really couldn't wait any longer, and said anxiously, "Xiao Xu, even if we don't go to the tomb for reinforcements, what must we do on the ground?" Even Catherine, who was one with her, felt the anxiety: " There is always something we can do..."

"Yes, that's just waiting." Xiaoxu's face remained unchanged when he was young, and sometimes he looked like a bionic person, "We are too far behind our enemies. Every step is led by the nose, even Even our current actions are in the calculations of the enemy. They don’t need to set small traps. This whole petrochemical disease is a trap. But they are always some mortals, the limitations of mortals’ ability."

Xiaoxu looked at the dumb peacock, and then at other people. "The rituals they engage in are still rituals. They won’t be able to break through those basic restrictions just because they calculate more, are more careful, and get older. There are various requirements for the layout, and it cannot be destroyed, otherwise the connection with the divine power will be broken."

"So I decided that the enemy would not set up such ordinary traps." Xiaoxu said, looking at the stone ladder passage that was submerged by groundwater at the end, "Let the tomb collapse and crush the intruder to death. That would only destroy the ceremony itself. It’s destroyed. They don’t set traps that can cause a lot of physical movement. Instead, they use mental pressure to try to crush the intruder and make it part of the sacrifice. This gives us the opportunity, as long as our The personnel can withstand the pressure and still be able to transport the ritual sacrifices under such mental shock."

Xiaoxu paused, "The so-called gods are powers that surpass mortals and cannot be estimated by human nature. Between rituals and gods, I think many times it just triggers an automatic procedure. The gods don’t care or even know this. In a ritual, you give the sacrifice, and you get power; but if you take it back after you give it, it's not just the collapse of the ceremony. The program should have a backlash setting, otherwise it won’t be borrowed. Divine power erodes one's own spirit.

Every time we move out a corpse, every time we take away a sacrifice, the priests and believers who performed the ceremony itself will suffer more backlash, and the whole ceremony will be weakened by one point.At that time, our enemies will have to resort to more aggressive and risky decisive methods, and we also have the opportunity to defeat them from the front."

"So... if so, in order to sabotage the ceremony," Peacock understands, but wonders, "Why don't we just blow it up?"

"That kind of behavior may become part of the sacrifice of the ritual itself. The uncertainty is too great, so I don’t risk it when I have to last. Because here, no flood is a disaster. If you want to extinguish a fire, you can’t use it. The fire is extinguished; if you want the flood to rest, you can’t set off a storm. The ritual calls for a storm."

"Then we who took the offering, won't we be backlashed?" Catherine questioned this time.

"We are not connected with the source of the ritual power, we are just destroying it in a feasible way. What's more, whether the god of the little ram or the black goat, it may just be a procedural response to the present."

After listening to Xiaoxu's words, everyone fell silent for a while, and Uncle Dan scratched his head, but Deng Ximei felt reasonable.

"As long as you can win a piece of offering," Xiaoxu added, "The torrent will be cut off. The first time you succeed, there will be a second time."

At this time, the intermittent electric current sounded again, a bit more weird...

They really can't imagine what kind of mental pressure the underground people who dare to die are facing.

And many people know that although Xiaoxu is extremely smart, he lacks empathy. He has very few emotions. This is a characteristic of patients with Asperger's syndrome.So in Xiaoxu's consideration, maybe... he would overestimate the death squad-or the mental pressure that mortals can bear.