Versatile Mage

The rate at which the water level is retreating begins to change. At first, the water flow is irrigated by the front and rear doors. It is not known whether it flows to another tomb or elsewhere. But as the conspirator mummy dies, the water flow begins to turn left and right. When the water level is completely retracted, the other two doors appear in front of everyone.

Shreve knows which door to go, but he doesn't know how to go about it.

“Rest first, rest first, it's not too late for us to go into the next door after we've all been fed.” Movan also said with some impatience.

It's a lie to be so powerfully electrocuted that Movan now feels like he can kill himself with any robust leader he wants.

Everyone sat there and started healing. The biggest failure of entering the Egyptian pyramid this time was the absence of healing magicians, like the tiredness and thunderstorms that were hit by water. If there were healing magicians, they would be able to heal in minutes. If they were to heal themselves with those drugs, it would take three or four days.

……

Movan recovered a lot faster than others, which is the slightest advantage of the demonic system, plus he still has a heart and summer love pill on him, it's only about a day and a half, Movan has lived a tiger.

He opened his eyes and found everyone else in a "dormant” state.

This dormant state is actually deep meditation. The magician can recover his/her depleted mental strength and magic as soon as possible through this semi-sleep semi-medical way. At the same time, the drug can also work better in this state. At this time, the magician will only retain a little alertness. There is no difference between killing intent and hostility appearing. They fall asleep, and they cannot hear what the people next to them say.

“You are certainly not a normal person.” Mulberry's voice came from behind, and Movan thought he was the only one awake.

“Why don't you rest?” Movan asked.

“I'm not hurt.” Mulberry said.

“That's right, it's boring, waiting for them to all recover.” Movan said.

“Don't you think that guy up there deserves some consideration?” Mulberry fingered the tall spider lying at the top.

The tall foot spider is really weak and very cowardly, and you basically don't have much to limit it to, nor does it dare to avenge its owner.

To be honest, it's really rare to look so strange and have the guts to turn into such a demon!

“A broken spider. What's there to study?” Movan said.

“Didn't Shreve say before that there are terrible classes throughout the Egyptian pyramid, with tens of thousands of lowest slaves who will live forever in the service of the more noble ruling classes…" Mubai said with attention and seriousness.

“In the time of Pharaoh, 99 percent of the people were servants of nobility, and it was not normal for Pharaoh and the nobles to die and become dead spirits and still rule in this way?” Movan said.

“Then it would be nice if they enjoyed their position comfortably, why did they always attack the living? Isn't it for no reason that they lost their dead army?” Mulberry said.

“Dead spirits are naturally violent, and they kill as much as we drink water and eat, which is a biological | physiological need.” Movan said.

“This is true of our ancient spirits, but I do not think that the Egyptian spirits, especially after seeing their tight hierarchical structure in this pyramid, do indeed, that death will continuously fill the team of spirits with fresh blood, but no creature will die, as long as the rulers of the spirits enjoy their achievements, there is no need to waste one soldier at a time to wage war.” Mulberry said.

Having listened to Mulberry's analysis, Movan initially felt that he had merely said his point of view casually, but had carefully straightened out the logic, indeed the Egyptian spirits did not seem to have the pure purpose of war.

“You also saw the quenching pool, which is the essence of the pyramid that absorbs a lot of grievances, ghosts, brains and then processed and condensed...” Mubai said.

“Well, this pyramid is like a factory, like the one we saw in the Precision Pool Chamber. There's probably a lot of them in this pyramid, and we just fell into one of them, so how could a huge grievance storm be the same grievances we saw in the Chamber?” Movan said.

“Grievances, ghosts, brazen breath need to be formed on a large scale through constant killing and trampling. The pyramids breathe a huge amount of this fresh dead breath every once in a while. Most of those already formed are also breathing on this stuff, which means that the pyramids are constantly waging wars to make this high-quality gas that they breathe... This fresh dead gas is pumped into the pyramids, processed by the underlying organisms, the exhaust gas is breathed to those slaves, the residue falls into the creatures of the Pluto class, so the essence is used to feed this group of mummies with independent graveyards?” Mulberry said.

“You mean the pyramids use this war death as their nourishment, layer irrigation?” Movan looked at Mulberry and suddenly found Mulberry's intelligence so high.

“Well, it's layers of irrigation, higher ruling classes enjoying the finest quality of death energy, keeping their bodies immortal for millennia, nourishing them constantly and empowering them…” Mulberry said.

“That is why they continue to wage war.” Movan suddenly realized something while feeling a little chilly.

Humanity continues by reproduction, but the dead survive by killing!

Evil old society, evil ancient Pharaoh!

“Didn't Shreve tell you that those fine energies will be channelled through special channels into the more advanced mummy graveyards, which I just checked, and this whole graveyard doesn't seem to have any channels...” Mulberry continued.

“There may be some kind of organ.” Movan said.

“Ancient is, after all, ancient, and all cover-ups cannot be found without traces. The pyramids have to be built according to the rules of construction. I learned a little bit about architecture, and I can be sure that there are no so-called gas pipes in this tomb.” Mubai said with great certainty.

“… you are involved in a lot of hunting.” Movan said.

“Every time I fix it to be stuck, I study something else, and the patterns I find in other areas often make me happy on the road.” Mulberry explained.

“Then learn to formulate spring | What's wrong with medicine?” Movan asked.

Mu Baiyi's face was heavy, and I repeatedly mentioned this matter with your face.

“Joke, joke, you say your inference.” Movan laughed.

“I think this tall spider is very problematic. It is not low grade, but very weak in combat. It has no use for eggs other than screaming, and has very little guts. Since it's useless, the conspirator mummy keeps a piece of this thing to do, set it up, keep a piece of this kind of thing in a lonely tomb for such a long time, if the setting is too unexplained.” Mulberry said.

“You mean…” Movan glared.

“Exactly.” Mubai nodded.

Movan's mouth was so open, he slowly said after a while: “This is... this is so exciting. ”

“Isn't that right? We found a big secret, and we might get a lot of benefits.” Mulberry laughed.

“Get the benefit??” Movan was somewhat confused and looked at Mu Bai's smile and gave him a strange look. "The world is so messed up, I think. Some breeds like Snake Girl are very close to humans, ignoring its beautiful snake body and barely messing with it. It's understandable how this head can't be matched with human aesthetics. The spider just... Wow, what the hell, the belly bag?? ”

Mu Bai didn't understand what Movan was saying at first, it took half an hour to react, which made his mouth smoke...

“Movan, I admire your filthy thoughts without limits. Who told you that this spider is for this mummy to solve loneliness, I analyzed the significance of the Pyramid War so magnificent, and pushed it into the graveyard on what exactly to nourish the mummy, you come to a conclusion, is there a problem in your brain!” Mulberry said.

“... a joke, a joke, can I still not understand you?” Movan did it and laughed.

“What did you say about the spider?” Mulberry didn't have a good temper.

“This… I think I'm still a little confused by the electricity, so please explain it to me.” Movan said.

“This spider is the conduit that carries the essence!” Mulberry said.

“Oh, I thought the spider was suffering, so the spider was attacking... you put down the ice blade on your hand first, what are you doing? You have no sense of humor, I get it, this spider is a tank full of fine air, the mummies are able to immortalize, nourish and grow in this pyramid, it is the spider that uses its silk to guide those fine gases into the mummies' spirits!” Movan has taken his face seriously.

“This refinement is good stuff. Mu Bai made a profound statement," Mostly only the monarchy is eligible to enjoy it. ”

“But didn't Shreve say that the first one was a spider, and there was a spider that should be normal, not necessarily the gas tank you said?” Movan said.

“Shreve also speculated through an ancient atlas, whether we caught this guy and studied it, not knowing, now that we're both awake, we're moving a little smaller.” Mulberry said.

“Mulberry, I think you're getting better and better now.” Movan patted Mulberry on the shoulder with great comfort, and his eyes were like watching his child grow up.

“Didn't you have an apparatus for the dead? You should be able to harvest all this energy. I own the spider's heart and lungs, use its organs as a magic device, and maybe produce a superb Star Sea apparatus.” Mulberry said.

“Yes!” Movan nodded.

Take what you need, that's all, the two of you take a rest and split up first!