who moved my coffin

Cyrus was absent-minded for a while, and just now, he seemed to hear Imerton shouting something.

Shaking his head, to shake off the illusion that he shouldn't have, Cyrus continued to focus on Viddy's chattering lips.

I don't know why, these two days, Cyrus has a strange sense of hunger, like a stomach that hasn't eaten for 3000 years, suddenly clamoring to fill it up.

He once sneaked out of Hogwarts to absorb the souls of several living people, but found that the saturated body could not do this at all.

I wanted to calm down and study the "Bible of the Dead", but found that I couldn't read any content at all, and the unpredictable scriptures became more and more chaotic.

At first, Cyrus just wanted to procrastinate passively, but later found that it was impossible to study further.

"It's the will of the gods, so that I can't learn the Bible of the Dead!" Cyrus vowed, and then happily moved the small bench and sat aside to listen to Vidi and Sev discuss how to get Imo Cut it into eight pieces.

Under his "pure and innocent" gaze, the discussion between the two premeditated murderers was deadlocked.

"Hey, Cyrus, why do you only need one sacrifice for resurrection, but Imerton needs seven? Is this why he is stronger than you?" Vidi turned his head and asked.

Cyrus shook his head and looked at Viddy eagerly, as if to say, "I want to know too!"

"In fact, from the perspective of using potion materials, Cyrus consumes less materials than Imerton. It should be that Cyrus is stronger than Imerton, and the level of effective utilization is obviously not at the same level." Snape coolly To put it bluntly, after knowing that Cyrus is the resurrection of the dead, his self-confidence has been strengthened again, and his desire to compete secretly with Cyrus has also faded a lot, and he has nothing to do to compete with the dead!

Cyrus thought for a while, his eyes lit up, [Yeah, why didn't I think about it from this perspective, maybe I have more potential than Imerton, I always thought that the teacher was very powerful, and I was also overwhelmed by those overwhelmingly powerful characters in the plot The spell is scary, but if my resurrection method is more advanced than his, that is to say, I am more resistant to beatings than him, and I am less afraid of death, hehe, does it mean that I may also suppress him... um, compare him ? ] Cyrus was dreaming happily, and suspicious saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Viddy squinted his eyes, and said to Snape who was showing disgust, "Don't pay attention to him, he must be thinking wildly again, this guy is actually empty, a really powerful person can kill with clear water like a spring , and someone like him, even if you teach him the most powerful black arts, maybe it will only be used for pranks."

Snape thought for a while, then nodded very firmly.

Cyrus on the side was very unconvinced, and wanted to refute loudly, [Sister, I don’t blink when I kill people. Back then, when I was resurrected, I was called invincible. Also, as early as 3000 years ago, I was A man who dared to plot against the pharaoh! 】However, after thinking about it, in the past, he plotted against the pharaoh, and he only dared to order people to tamper with the shaft of the pharaoh's chariot, and find someone to trip the horses outside the city of Thebes. After his resurrection, every time he killed someone, it was to complete the ceremony. The real lowering of the head has never killed anyone, it just caused embarrassment and embarrassment...

Thinking about it, Cyrus shrank his shoulders unconsciously, raised his eyes cautiously, and found that the two of them didn't care about his reaction, and then secretly relieved.

"Actually, Cyrus, if you are willing to surrender to Voldemort, I will definitely try my best to get rid of Imerton's control for you." Suddenly, Viddy's voice came from my ear.

Surprised, Cyrus looked up and found that Viddy didn't look at him at all, but said this seemingly unintentionally.

Snape paused, the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"No!" Refused without thinking, Cyrus turned his head to the side like an ostrich, and began to fumble with his hands here and there, fumbling to interrupt him.

"I know you are concerned about the conflicts between Voldemort and you before, but the Dark Lord is a man who does great things, and he will not give up such an outstanding talent like you because of those trivial things. As long as you are willing to entrust your loyalty to Imerton to Voldemort, I promise, he won't force you to do things you don't want to do in the future, whether it's bedtime or anything else!" Vidi turned his head, this time his expression was very serious.

Snape wasn't calm anymore, especially when he heard the word "sleep attendant", he subconsciously looked at Cyrus with sympathy, and in his heart he was glad that Lord Voldemort hadn't acted so excessively.

Cyrus' face turned red, and he growled, "Mind your own business, Viddy, be careful that Voldemort will let you go back and forth after he's done using you!"

Viddy chuckled, shook his head, and stopped speaking under Snape's puzzled gaze.

Cyrus put his hand under his chin again, and fell into a mournful daze.

The hunger is still there, but this time, it is not in the stomach, but in the heart.

———The boundary line of memories———

Faults in memory, what happened in a month...

After the wind and sand passed, Cyrus opened his eyes, and this was the Temple of Horus.

Imerton stood on a high platform with his back facing him, with a scripture book on his left and right hands.

"You want to run? Cyrus, you actually want to slip away with those Pharaoh's slaves? Leave me?" Imerton's voice was filled with suppressed anger.

"Hmm..." Cyrus lowered his head and honestly admitted his mistake, "Teacher, I was wrong!"

Imerton turned around suddenly and glared at Cyrus, "Kneel down, traitor!"

Surprised, Cyrus knelt down subconsciously, his eyes moved down, not daring to look at Imerton.

"You want to get the "Bible of the Dead"? Do you want to snatch the "Golden Book of the Sun"? Cyrus, so your ambition is not small!" Imerton sneered, walked down from the high platform step by step, and suddenly kicked On Cyrus, kicking him aside, "Bastard! How dare you betray me!"

"I didn't!" Cyrus yelled aggrievedly, "I never thought of betraying you. At most, I didn't wake you up earlier. When I resurrected, you were gone. I think, anyway, I am the last ancient man in the world." It is only natural for an Egyptian priest to hold two scriptures..."

Cyrus' voice became smaller and smaller, because Imerton stretched out his hand with a sullen expression and drew a sandy machete.

Pointing the knife at Cyrus, Imerton sneered, "That Voldemort is right, you really lack discipline, Cyrus, you forgot, you are my apprentice, look at the brothers and sisters around you, Even if they die, they are still loyal to me..."

Only then did Cyrus discover that Imerton had awakened the mummies of the buried priests who were sleeping in Hamnabutra, and he was faintly surrounded by the mummies.

"Mr. Emerton, wake up, more than 3000 years have passed, look at us, and then look at them, how powerful and beautiful we were in the past, but why did we die, why did we even die? No, look, this is Isa, this is Nubir, look at them, for 3000 years, they were suppressed in Hamnabtra, used as the cornerstone to fill the brick wall, life after life could not enter the kingdom of heaven, their consciousness They are all lost in repression, their souls are dissipating, look, their mummies are serving you until they die, but what about you... I know you have been resurrected twice, but when did you care about us apprentices and followers You blame me for not waking you up, but have you ever thought about resurrecting us, you are so powerful, and you have two scriptures, why, why do you only think of yourself, only you and your Ansuna, what are we? , should I be trampled on by you and sacrificed for you?"

Cyrus spoke louder and angrier, stood up involuntarily, and approached Imerton, letting his scimitar dissipate into grains of sand after touching his body.

"Slap!" Imerton slapped him without hesitation, causing Cyrus to stagger, and stood with his head hanging among a group of mummies.

With hair scattered in front of his eyes, Cyrus let out a contemptuous laugh, and slowly raised his head, his golden-green eyes flashed a look of defiance that Imerton couldn't believe, "So...the teacher has nothing to say, yes ?"

Imerton laughed back angrily, and slowly stretched out his arms, signaling the mummies to disperse, leaving Cyrus alone in the middle, staring at Cyrus with eagle-like eyes, slowly hiding around Cyrus pace……

"It seems that you have a deep grudge against me, Cyrus, should I apologize to you? My poor implicated little apprentice, because my waywardness caused the tragedy of you followers?" Immo Dun slowly bent down, looked at Cyrus with an almost teasing look, then slowly straightened up, his expression became ferocious.

Suddenly, Imerton strode forward, grabbed Cyrus by the neck with his right hand, lifted him up high, pointed his left hand in the direction of the altar, and roared, "Everyone can blame me, but you can't, Cyrus!" Les, you are the one who has no right to accuse me. Anyone, any slave, I can set them free, and even open the passage to heaven for them. Only you are not worthy. The suffering I have suffered is all caused by you of……"

Following Imerton's words, the bodies of the mummy apprentices gradually turned into dust, and a hurricane like a sandstorm roared in the temple. Imerton laughed in the wind and sand, "See, I have already released their restrictions Yes, they were all set free by me, and I personally sent them to the kingdom of death, but, you, Cyrus, I just won’t let you go, not only that..."

Imerton smiled cruelly, and as soon as he loosened his hand, Cyrus fell to the ground. At the same time, Imerton put his hands together, and an armband formed by wind and sand appeared, and as Imerton pointed obliquely at Sailor Si, the armband was firmly around Cyrus' left arm.

"Ah!" As if his soul had been branded, Cyrus let out a scream that resounded through his heart and lungs.

"Not only that..." Imerton said condescendingly and indifferently, "You have been my slave for life after life! Unchangeable!"

"How?" Imerton bent down, and grabbed Cyrus' chin with his fingers, "Death is mine, why did you leave me?"

Cyrus smiled wryly, "Nothing is eternal, Mr. Imerton. It has been 3000 years, and even the gods have disappeared. How can there be such a thing as being together forever? We are all abandoned by the eternal kingdom of heaven. In this strange world, we only have each other. I don't expect you to understand what is the equality of all beings and what is the self-esteem of mortals. What I want to tell you is: Cyrus, never betrayed Imerton, but, Cyrus Les can leave Imerton!"

After finishing speaking, Cyrus' golden-green eyes dimmed, leaving only a blank look of bewilderment, and he fell down slowly, a vortex-shaped black hole was being formed in his chest...

Imerton's pupils shrank, and he saw the familiar obsidian emitting a faint light, slowly squeezing out from Cyrus' heart, and Cyrus' body was collapsing.

Without even thinking about it, he pressed the obsidian and forced it back into Cyrus' body. Imerton frowned, and said the spell that he thought he had forgotten so naturally. This time, Imerton clearly He felt that a powerful soul in Cyrus' body was trying to get rid of his control and fly away from this body.

A hint of surprise flashed in Imerton's eyes, 【God's favor?Or a mature godhead?Or the souls of deceased loved ones? 】Recalling the origin of obsidian, Imerton was excited: Now is not the era of 3000 years, there is no need for Cyrus to exist, if now the obsidian in Cyrus' body is exchanged for the souls of relatives, I don't know if it will be possible Yes, there is no pharaoh in the present age, and the pharaoh's guard has faded away. With the strength of Imerton, the revival of the family in this era is just around the corner. Imerton smiled, and he slowly let go of his hand, looking at Sebastian expectantly. Les, no longer prevent that powerful soul from leaving.

However, it seems that the spell just now worked, or it did work when he pressed the obsidian back into Cyrus' body. In short, the obsidian was hidden in Cyrus' body again.

With the sound of light breathing, Imerton looked down at Cyrus who was sleeping soundly in his arms in astonishment, and he fell asleep just like that.

Cyrus slept for a month. During this period, Imerton tried to sacrifice Cyrus several times and took out the obsidian, but because he was worried that the powerful soul in the obsidian might be hurt, the sacrifice was unsuccessful. Unable to recall the souls of his loved ones and losing his godhead, Imerton decided to send Cyrus back to England and revived the head of the Ilrazat family to observe him closely.

Sure enough, the day after arriving in England, Cyrus woke up.

———The boundary line of memories———

Cyrus let go of the hand supporting his chin, and a shock woke him up from the dream of memories.

"Do undead get sleepy too?" Viddy asked jokingly.

Cyrus raised his head, seemed to be a little confused, he stood up blankly, "I'm going first!"

Regardless of the doubts of the two people behind him, Cyrus went back to his room sullenly.

Throwing himself on the bed fiercely, Cyrus stared blankly at the ceiling, and slowly, unconsciously touched his chest, "Here is what he wants, so what about me, what am I?"

In front of the window, on the desk, a gust of wind blew by, and the copy of the "Bible of the Dead" whimpered strangely. Looking directly above the book, I saw that the changing clouds and mist inside gradually calmed down, turning into a well-behaved ancient Egyptian. In the text, in the middle of the scriptures, a mirror in the shape of a sun appeared, inside which was the image of Cyrus.