who moved my coffin

"Stupid guy!" Cyrus ran towards the statue of Anubis as soon as he turned the corner. His heart was full of pride, and the joy of getting the "Bible of the Dead" filled his mind.

but……

"Huh?" He unbelievingly stretched out his hand to explore the space under the statue of Tan Shen again, but there was nothing there.

"Damn it, where's the thing?" Cyrus stretched his whole arm inwardly to explore, but still couldn't find anything.

"What are you looking for?" A hoarse voice came from behind him.

Cyrus froze, a sharp steel knife resting against his neck.

"Hush...don't make a sound, or I can't control this knife... slowly take out your hand, yes, don't play tricks, child, I don't want to hurt you!"

Cyrus stood up obediently as the voice said, and turned around to find a group of people wearing black cloaks with gloomy faces.

"who are you?"

"Hush, don't make a sound, I ask you to answer, don't make loud noises, understand?" The knife pressed on Cyrus' shoulder again.

Cyrus nodded, showing an exasperated expression.

A man in black who seemed to be looking for news came from another place and whispered to the people around Cyrus, "They have already reached the statue of Horus..."

"Yeah, got it," the man with the knife turned to Cyrus, "British?"

Cyrus nodded.

"How do you know about the "Sun Jin Jing"?"

Cyrus blinked pitifully, with an innocent expression on his face, "I don't know, I'm just a kid!"

"Hmph, dishonesty!" The back of the knife hit Cyrus' shoulder hard, causing him to bark his teeth in pain.

"Ask again, how do you know about the Golden Sutra of the Sun?"

"Lord Voldemort asked us to find it." Cyrus said loudly, rubbing his shoulders aggrieved.

"Shh~" The knife gestured to Cyrus' shoulder again.

"Then... what were you looking for under the statue of Anubis just now?"

"...a book," Cyrus carefully looked at the knife deliberately, with a reluctant expression.

"What book? Why did you deceive the Pharaoh's guards, why did you come to find it secretly?"

"I... I don't know, Lord Voldemort ordered it, this is my task." Cyrus closed his eyes and said hurriedly, looking very scared, "You, don't kill me, I didn't find anything , didn't see anything!"

"..."

"Looks like he really doesn't know anything..." one of them whispered to one of the cloaked figures.

Cyrus' ears twitched, and his wand slipped into his hand.

"Don't play tricks!" A hand quickly pulled the wand from Cyrus' hand, and the back of the knife hit Cyrus' back again, making him stagger two steps.

"Okay, Chanu, don't scare our guests." An old and hoarse voice came from the man in black.

Cyrus opened his eyes and watched a black figure slowly approaching, the hood was put down, and an old man with a skinny face like a mummy slowly raised his head. Cyrus was surprised to see that his eyes were deep emerald green.

[Reaper of Death] Cyrus thought in surprise, [There are still believers of Death, ah, yes, someone in the second mummy resurrected Imerton, I thought it was the reincarnated Ansuna, but it turned out to be the God of Death believer. 】"Listen, boy, tell me, who is Voldemort? How did he know about the "Sunjin Jing" and "The Bible of the Dead?" The old man's deep eyes were fixed on Cyrus, and a strange power enveloped him Cyrus.

"I don't know!" Cyrus replied pretending to be dull, but in his heart he despised the inferior hypnotism of these believers of death.

The old man frowned, and seemed dissatisfied with Cyrus' answer, but because time was running out, he didn't think too much about it.

"Take him, let's follow those people!" The old man ordered decisively, then turned and walked towards the Temple of Horus.

The one named Chanu dragged the dazed Cyrus and quickly followed behind them.

————I am the dividing line of hard work—————

"That kid is gone!"

The pharaoh guard who was in charge of finding Cyrus told Raztoth in a low voice.

Raztolt frowned, and turned his head to tell Xistaro, "Il Lazart is gone. My people just went looking for him. Are you still hiding something from me?"

Xistaro thought that there was a ghost, but he knew that he couldn't show his composure at this time. He said angrily, "How do I know, didn't you send someone to follow him? Why didn't you disappear? I still suspect that you have a conspiracy !"

Raztolt stared at Sistaro for a while, and finally didn't ask any more questions.

"Then we won't look for him anymore, hmph, I hope he's lucky enough not to touch any traps, even if it's us, we don't dare to wander around in Hamnabtra..."

When they came to the Temple of Horus, the guards of the pharaoh first knelt down in front of the statue, and then one of them walked under the statue and took out a heavy box from the hidden stone cabinet.

"Is there the Golden Sutra of the Sun?" Histaro asked excitedly.

Raztote nodded, and handed the box to Sistaro with a complicated expression, "Take it away, and don't come back."

Sistaro nodded, "Don't worry, we will abide by the agreement, thank you very much."

"Aha, what did I see? The mausoleum guards betrayed the pharaoh~" An exaggerated voice came from above the statue of Horus.

"Who?" Pharaoh's guards and wizards yelled at the same time, and became vigilant.

A man dressed in black stood on the shoulder of the statue of Horus, looking down sarcastically. He clapped his hands, and suddenly many people dressed in black appeared around him.

"A believer in death?" Raztolt whispered, and pulled out the scimitar from his waist with a serious face. He was covering Xistaro, who was wrapped in a thick golden sutra, "Be careful, I will cover you, quickly bring the golden sutra Out of Hamnabtra".

"What death believers? Who are they?" Histalo asked while stepping back.

"A group of undead rebels who are determined to resurrect the evil undead." The pharaoh guards retreated towards the door while guarding.

"Speaking of rebellion, aren't you guys doing rebellious things, Raztolt?" There was a burst of footsteps, and Chanu and the others appeared at the door pressing Cyrus. The leading old man was holding another linen bag and sneered. explain.

"The Bible of the Dead?" Pharaoh's guard exclaimed.

"The Bible of the Dead? What is it?" Histalo sensitively felt that this was what Cyrus was trying to hide.

————I am the dividing line of hard work—————

"No matter what golden scripture or Bible it is, bring it to me now!" A voice suddenly sounded from among the wizards.

Cyrus was still wondering who took his lines, when he was surprised to find a person standing out among the Death Eaters, his face changed strangely.

"Compound Potion!" Xistaro and other wizards backed away, and all of a sudden several wands pointed at the wizard whose Compound Potion was failing.

But when the effects of the compound decoction wore off, the man who showed his face surprised them.

"What? Do you have any objections to my words?" Voldemort stood proudly in the middle, and a powerful pressure immediately filled the entire temple.

"Merlin, master, it's master!" The Death Eaters knelt down excitedly, and Histalo reverently held the "Sun Golden Scripture" in his hand above his head, and presented it to Voldemort.

The guards of the pharaoh looked at the sudden change in surprise,

————I am the dividing line of hard work—————

Cyrus was stunned. He didn't expect Voldemort to go out to get the "Sun Golden Book" in person, which made his confidence in taking advantage of the fire shrunk by [-]%. He knew that Voldemort's magic power was no less than Imerton's.

"Why, when are you going to dedicate your "Bible of the Dead" to me?" Voldemort's scarlet eyes looked at the old man among the believers of Death God.

"Young man, don't be so arrogant. Maybe you are a very powerful wizard in England, but in the land of the gods, it is better to be humble." The old man slowly uncovered the linen cloth, revealing the "Bible of the Dead" cast in black gold leaf ".

Voldemort smiled coldly, "Avada Kedavra!" A string of green lights flew towards the old man.

"Swipe!" The Avada Kedavra hit a layer of protective film and disappeared without a trace.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's the strongest and most offensive black magic of your foreign wizards. Unfortunately, the "Undead Bible" in front of you is the origin of all black magic. How could a child turn against his ancestors?" The old man smiled, his ferocious expression looked strange in the dark temple.

"Firefire!" Voldemort shouted loudly, a burst of fire dragon appeared out of nowhere, rushed towards the old man, but was quickly absorbed by the protective film of the "Necromancer Bible", but the splashed sparks burned several Death believers, and they screamed Rolling on the ground, it turned into ashes in a short while.

Voldemort smiled, "It turns out that this Bible can only protect the person who holds it." He pointed his wand at others threateningly, "Then if you don't hand over the "Bible of the Dead" in your hand, the people around you will be killed." All must die."

"We have long been prepared to die for the God of Death." The old man replied loudly. He raised an object in his hand, and the believers of the God of Death began to call the name of "Imorton" in unison.

"Stop him, he wants to open the scriptures!" Raztot yelled, and with his sharp eyes, he found that the old man was holding the key that could open the scriptures.

The pharaoh guards quickly drew out their scimitars and rushed towards the believers of the god of death, and the believers of the god of death also quickly took out their scimitar weapons, and in a short while there was a fierce sword battle on both sides.

"Go to hell, brat!" Chanu slashed at Cyrus viciously. After feeling the knife cut into his flesh, Chanu grinned twice and turned to fight with the Pharaoh's guard.

"Ah!" Cyrus screamed and fell to the ground, blood gushing from his neck.

Seeing this, Voldemort frowned, disappeared on the spot with a "snap", and reappeared beside Cyrus. He quickly squatted down, pointed his wand at Cyrus' neck and chanted a healing spell loudly.

Xistaro quickly led the Death Eaters into the battle against the believers of Death and snatching the "Bible of the Dead".

Perhaps it was the suppressing effect of the temple, Voldemort's spell was not as effective as imagined, and Cyrus' blood couldn't be stopped at all. He weakly showed a bitter smile, then tilted his neck and stopped breathing.

Voldemort was stunned. He stretched out his hand to probe Cyrus's breath, and performed a few healing spells unwillingly, but finally had to give up the treatment. It's almost drained.

"Damn it!" Voldemort's violent breath came out majesticly. He turned around, pointed his wand upward angrily, and read out a long series of complicated spells. The death curse struck the believers of the god of death who protected the "Undead Bible".

At the same time, the old man, who was desperately protected by the death believers, just opened the "Undead Bible" and finished reciting the spell. He called Emerton's name loudly, "Imorton, Emerton, listen to my call, from the kingdom of death Return! I am willing to offer my soul and pray for the glory of death to come again."

However, to the old man's disappointment, it was clear that his call could not bring back the soul of the powerful priest high priest.

【That's right, he's a believer at most, and he's not someone Imerton is familiar with. No matter how pious he is, he can't summon Imerton. 】