i am hokage in tokyo

Chapter 386 Chapter 387 The Miracle of Resurrection from the Dead!

There is a rocky desert valley downstream of Derna City Oasis. Although it is not a barren land like the Libyan Desert, as far as the eye can see is the Gobi Desert mixed with gravel and quicksand.

The sky is clear and cloudless, and the air is distorted by the harsh sunlight.

"Miss Shion, are you Japanese?"

A reporter from Le Monde is courting a masked girl.

In the wild with such blazing ultraviolet rays, several people wore long-sleeved burqas with Middle Eastern characteristics to protect them from the sun and sand. Their hands, feet, head and face were completely covered, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

But even so, the reporter from the romantic country could still confirm from her slim figure and bright eyes that she must be a beauty.

Especially the mysterious oriental style made the passionate and romantic Frank journalist's heart suddenly agitate.

The reporter boy tried his best, but the mysterious girl named Ziyuan ignored him and it took him a long time to come up with a name.

"Miss Ziyuan also came to see the pyramid that was washed out by the flood. So, Miss Ziyuan must be very interested in Egyptian history."

The reporter's face is also extremely thick-skinned, and he insists on putting his hot face on his cold butt.

"I took an elective course in ancient Egyptology at the University of Lyon. If there's anything you don't understand about Miss Ziyuan, feel free to ask me!"

bell bell bell.

Ziyuan turned slightly sideways and wore an exquisite pink bell on her chest, which made a crisp sound.

"I am quite interested in the afterlife of the ancient Egyptians and the gods of the underworld."

Like all ancient civilizations, ancient Egyptian civilization also experienced death as well as life. The representative pyramids and mummies were the products of the pharaohs in order to pray for eternal life and resurrection in the afterlife.

Although Ms. Shion's interests are a bit weird, they just scratched the reporter's itch.

"Speaking of the Lord of the Underworld in ancient Egypt, we cannot fail to mention Osiris. Well, his status in ancient Egypt is equivalent to your Japanese Lord Taishan."

From the reporter's mouth, the name of the god Taishan Fujun came out clearly.

After the advent of the extraordinary era, Taishan Fujun immediately broke through the circle and became one of the most famous gods in the world.

Osiris plays an important role in ancient Egyptian mythology. He was killed and quartered by his brother Set, the god of desert and storms, and was later made into the first mummy by Anubis and resurrected, becoming the master of the underworld.

"Oh." Ziyuan responded calmly.

Yes, this famous myth about killing brother and domineering sister-in-law is a household name all over the world. How can you show off your knowledge like this?

The reporter boy was racking his brains to think of how to make the beauty smile. He saw the black photographer who was also wearing a burqa running back and shaking his head at him.

"No, the negotiations failed and the locals did not allow us to take further photos."

"What, didn't you show them our Frank's passport?"

In front of Ziyuan, the reporter felt that he was losing face and immediately asked:

"Or contact the local government and tell them that we are reporters from Le Monde and be accommodating."

"Due to the disaster in the Derna area, government agencies are extremely busy. There is no time to take care of such things in the countryside."

The black photographer smiled bitterly, then turned his head and looked again, and then whispered:
"And these villagers have already begun to rob the pyramid."

Digging! ?
The reporter was about to scream, but the black photographer presciently covered his mouth and shook his head, signaling not to attract attention.

In Egypt, which is relatively rich in historical relics, tomb robbing has always been prohibited.

The pyramids left by the pharaohs of the past dynasties have all been dug up by tomb thieves, and even the dead are not clean.

The mummies of noble pharaohs and sacrificial nobles were sold as cultural relics, and the mummies of ordinary people were ground into powder, which was also a widely sought after medicine in Europe.

After the advent of the Extraordinary Era, the cultural relics of other ancient civilizations have also increased, and more and more desperate tomb robbers and cultural relic dealers are taking risks.

In particular, the price of ancient cultural relics from before the Heian period in Japan is extremely high, with prices rising every day. There is no price on the black market.

In the final analysis, Japan has the most extraordinary phenomena, and other countries and regions in the world combined have only a fraction of those in Japan, so they are the most hyped.

"The current situation is not suitable for further investigation, otherwise it may be dangerous."

The black photographer let go of his hand and Lao Cheng Mouguo advised:

"Let's go back to Derna City first and then make plans."

Although the reporter from Le Monde was just a young man who was just starting out, he was not a fool who chose to go to the mountains knowing that there were tigers in the mountains. After he couldn't do anything, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes and he said nothing more.

"Although the situation in Libya has been relatively stable after the union with Egypt, after the hurricanes and floods, the situation has become chaotic. It is really unsafe for Ms. Shion to walk alone in the wilderness."

Putting the idea of ​​making a big news aside, the reporter boy turned his head and began to be attentive to Ziyuan, wanting to act as a flower protector:
"Why don't you join us and return to Derna City?"

"Heh, I still have things to do."

The beautiful big eyes above Ziyuan's veil showed an intriguing look, and she said without comment.

Just when the reporter's eyes were a little straight, the black photographer suddenly screamed:

"Wind...sandstorm! It's a sandstorm!"

The young reporter immediately turned around and saw the overwhelming yellow sand appearing in the sky. The howling wind was like the howling of ghosts and gods, rushing towards them with overwhelming momentum.

People instinctively think of a bad omen of impending disaster, and being involved in it is a disaster.

The reporter boy and the black photographer immediately turned around and rushed towards the back while crawling.

But how could manpower match the power of nature? The two of them fled a few hundred meters before they were swept up into the sky by a sandstorm.

After spinning Thomas for an unknown number of times in mid-air, the reporter and the black cameraman crashed heavily onto a sand dune.

Because there was a sand dune at the bottom, the two of them were thrown to pieces, but they still stood up unsteadily.

The first thing a black photographer does when he wakes up is to check his lifeblood camera.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

"Shion, Miss Shion!"

The young reporter called Miss Ziyuan's name loudly, but there was no response, and he couldn't help but look around anxiously.

The surrounding sand dunes were dotted with dozens of hapless guys like him, lying or standing.

There is no trace of Miss Ziyuan.

The bearded men in ragged clothes must be nearby villagers.

There are also people with bloodstains on their bodies and wearing peacekeeping uniforms...

"Colonel Bastien?!"

Seeing Colonel Bastian and several other members of the Frankish peacekeeping force, who were as embarrassed as a defeated army, the young reporter's eyes widened with disbelief.

What kind of strange wind is it that brings so many people here? !
The young reporter's attention was immediately attracted by a three-level step pyramid building not far away that was more than ten meters high.

"Mastaba!" Mastaba means 'tall stone bench' in ancient Egyptian. It was the tomb structure of the princes and nobles in the early Egyptian dynasty, and was also the prototype of the pyramids of later generations.

"Is this the pyramid that was washed out by the flood?"

Although it can be roughly carved into the pyramid, the size and shape of the mastaba in front of you are definitely not up to the level of a pharaoh, but almost at the level of a priest or aristocrat.

Even if I write a report and publish it in Le Monde, it will only be given a page the size of a tofu cube.

The young reporter was not interested in the big news right now. He climbed up a sand dune and looked around. He saw that with the Mastaba tomb as the center, there were terrifying sandstorms and wind walls in all directions.

The area where everyone is located is like the eye of a typhoon, calm and calm.

The reporter boy and the black photographer looked at each other, their faces full of disbelief, but their eyes were faintly beating with excitement.

Such a weird sandstorm is definitely not natural.

Maybe they were involved in some supernatural event!

"Puff!" "Puff!"

More than a dozen figures fell from the sky and fell onto the sand like onions, filled with dust.

But before he had time to take a closer look, there were four weirdos with jagged white bones that looked like armored warriors, and they immediately flashed out, loyally protecting the others behind them.

"What kind of monster is this again?!"

"Bone Warrior? Is he extraordinary?"

"Gun! They still have guns!"

The others were immediately frightened and backed away.

This group of people who were swept up by the sandstorm got up shaking in less than half a minute, and immediately gathered into a team, with their guns pointed outward.

Showing extraordinary physical fitness and military temperament, they are obviously an elite force.

"It's you!"

Colonel Bastian immediately recognized the identities of this group of people, pulled out his pistol, and gritted his teeth.

Immediately, there was an artificial supernatural being who cast his gaze over coldly. Colonel Bastian was like a frog being stared at by a poisonous snake, and his whole body felt cold.

It's a transcendent!
The mastermind behind the attack actually had the participation of a transcendent person, so the identity of the real culprit was about to be revealed.

The on-site commander of the special forces ordered the four experimental subjects and subordinates to be vigilant in all directions while constantly looking at the eye-catching Mastaba tomb.

He took out a communicator and reported something in a low voice.

The other special forces glanced at Colonel Bastian, Le Monde reporters and other villagers with evil eyes.

The reporter guy couldn't help but shrink his neck, his hair standing on end.

What are these guys up to?
If they were really malicious, even without those four suspected extraordinary beings, the remaining soldiers could kill everyone like melons and vegetables.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting more and more uneasy, a meteor fell down and made a big hole in the sand.

"Miss Jeanne!"

"My Lady of Saintess!"

After seeing the face of the last visitor clearly, the duo of Le Monde reporters and other villagers were overjoyed, as if they had found a backbone, and rushed to welcome him.

"Now that I'm here, I won't let innocent people get hurt."

Although the tips of her hair were stained with dust and she looked like a wild girl, the smile on Jeanna's face was magically calming and contagious.

Then Jeanna put away her smile and walked towards the special forces and the four artificial supernatural beings.

"Miss Jeanne, please be careful." Colonel Bastian reminded him uneasily.

"It's great to see you safe and sound, Colonel."

Jeanne nodded.

Angelica and the other three experimental subjects were like a white wall in front of Jeanne, and behind them, the special forces also opened their safety guards, their black muzzles pointing straight ahead.

To the enemy who might attack at any time, Jeanne said calmly and loudly:

"We were all invited here by an unknown supernatural being using a storm. How about a truce for now?"

"We fully trust Miss Jeanne's credibility, so we will do as you say."

After the on-site commander pondered for a moment, he agreed. Following his gesture, the other special forces lowered their guns, but the four artificial supernatural beings blocked Jeanne's body intentionally or unintentionally.

At least the tense atmosphere has eased a lot.

"Huhuhu!!!"

The shrill wind sound, like howling ghosts and gods, suddenly exploded in mid-air, and then from the wind walls on all sides, a storm carrying gravel blew over everyone's heads.

The three-level step pyramid Mastaba, which is more than ten meters high, has experienced thousands of years of weathering in just ten seconds, turning into sand and being swept up into the sky.

Only a sarcophagus on a stone base and four animal-headed jars located in the east, west, south and north were left at the site.

"boom!"

In the sight of everyone's frightened, fearful, and horrified eyes, a skinny and emaciated arm pushed open the lid of the sarcophagus.

The owner of the sarcophagus stood up from the coffin.

"mummy!"

Everyone can clearly see that it is so dehydrated that only a layer of skin and flesh is left on the skull, and an empty belly that is compressed to the spine.

Then the mummy pulled open the sutures on her belly, reached out and picked up a jar with a jackal head, crushed it, took out the dark stuff inside, and stuffed it into her belly.

"Gah...Carobic jar..."

Such a horrific scene made the reporter's teeth tremble with trembling, making it difficult to speak.

When the ancient Egyptians made mummies, they would take out the four internal organs of the stomach, intestines, lungs, and liver and place them in different jars for burial.

The others were also frightened to the point of turning pale.

Only the black photographer, whose professional instinct overcame his fear, raised the camera with trembling hands.

After stuffing all the jars' entrails into the body in the same manner, the mummy finally walked out of the sarcophagus, staring directly at everyone with its deeply sunken hollow eye sockets.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!!!"

As the mummy let out a shocking roar, yellow sand swirled down from the sky, filling its body with flesh and blood bit by bit, turning it into the appearance of a normal human being.

The eyes grew back, but they were extremely strange, and the whites of the eyes were dark.

(End of this chapter)