who moved my coffin

This is a wonderful world.

In the UK, the Wizarding World of Harry Potter dominates.

In Egypt, Imerton's mysterious mummy movie dominates.

In the United States, a mishmash of animation, sci-fi, fantasy, and action blockbusters interacting and peacefully co-existing across the world dominates the mainstream.

Although Cyrus didn't go to Asia or Japan, he believed that there was a wonderful situation there, at least from the magic mirror, he knew there was a Kunlun and a Yata mirror.

This world can influence and interact with each other inadvertently, making this wonderful world more exciting.

If Cyrus guessed correctly, the world is in crisis all the time, but the heroes who save the world are different according to different plots.

All he cares about is to confirm which hero he is to save the world, and now, he knows, so he can use it unambiguously, such as the magic mirror, such as the wizard, and such as the one in his plan. Other foreign aid.

However, he really didn't ask that fat cat to join him. Sincerely, it's more true than the real pearl.

Garfield, he represents a kind of bad luck. Since seeing the movie "Garfield" in the previous life, Sellers believes in this, just like in "Crayon Shin-chan", whoever meets Shinnosuke Nohara will be bad. Anyone who encounters this fat cat must also be very weak.

However, he couldn't refuse. If the rules of this world stuff this fat cat into his basket, all he can think of is to transfer the bad luck brought by the fat cat to others as soon as possible. Also wearing Voldemort, or those ancient Egyptian gods who turned the world upside down without showing their faces at all.

"Anyone can, take this fat cat away, otherwise, I'll strangle him to death!" Cyrus shouted, looking at the messy sofa and the butter all over the floor, wishing to turn Garfield into a mummy cat.

"Don't bark, your neighbor can bear your noise, he is really a good-quality Englishman!" Garfield stroked his swollen belly, lazily sticking out a fat pointy nail, looking very worthy of a beating .

"Shut up, Garfield, don't mess with me!" Cyrus angrily threw out a "clean up" and at the same time looked at the fat cat that needed a beating.

Garfield curled his lips, turned over, started to sleep, slept when he was full, played again when he woke up, ate when he was tired from playing, and slept after eating. Garfield's schedule was also very full, and he didn't have time to ignore A polite wizard.

Cyrus gritted his teeth, touched the pet collar in his pocket, hand it to Garfield?This is a question worth thinking about, but if you don't hand it over to Garfield, it will be more dangerous for you. Well, maybe, this fat cat is really a very suitable choice.

After thinking through all the links, Cyrus rolled his eyes, and secretly stuffed the pet collar into the cushion next to the sofa.

After Cyrus went out, Garfield, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly opened his swollen eyes, smiled slyly, retracted his paws, climbed up cautiously, looked at the direction Cyrus was going out, and waited until After confirming that there was no trace of Cyrus, he quickly jumped off the sofa, moved his paws to the sofa cushion where Cyrus hid things, stretched out his paws, and took out a gorgeous inlaid Choker with rhinestones.

Immediately, Garfield's swollen eyes were filled with big $ symbols, and he put the collar around his neck without hesitation, dangling in front of the mirror, singing a song he composed and directed while dancing.

In another room, Cyrus and the magic mirror looked at each other and smiled.

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In the distant valley of Egypt, Vidi Gunther stood on the cliff with a dignified expression, his hand holding the magic wand trembled slightly, his magic power had been severely overdrawn, and a huge basilisk stood with scars on the huge magic defense cover, finally in a The giant jackal-headed monster turned into sand with its axe. After the basilisk disappeared, the warriors of the tomb guard clan who were resting in the protective shield took up their weapons one after another, including the wounded.

Vidi Gunther raised his head, looked at the setting sun, and held the opened "Sun Golden Scripture" in the other hand, looked at the gradually blurred hieroglyphs inside, and understood that the power of Horus was about to reach the bottom. Thinking that they could go to the valley in one go and find the altar of death to destroy Osiris, but the team of the tomb guards was overwhelmed by the suddenly growing Anubis army.

"Damn it, as long as you give me a little more time, I can thwart the god of death and send that person back to hell." Vidi looked bitterly at the sky gradually being enveloped in darkness, hesitated again and again, but still did not apparate away.

"Cyrus, this is the only thing I can do next, and it's up to you in the future!" Vidi Gunther closed the "Sun Gold Sutra", tapped his wand between his eyebrows, and a silver-green mist flowed from Vidi Gunther's eyebrows poked out, and condensed into a huge king cobra in mid-air. As the silver-green mist became lighter and lighter, it finally turned transparent and then dazzling silver-white.

"In my name, Vidi Gunther, I call out to the oldest patron saint in my veins—call to the Guardian!" Vidi waved his wand, and the huge dazzling cobra rushed towards the Anubis army, in a field like the sun. In the rising light, the ever-emerging Anubis army was completely wiped out, never to be revived again.

And Vidi Gunther, at the same time, closed his eyes and fell straight down. He consumed too much magic power, and later called out the original power that involved the soul.

After Vidi fell, the magic shield disappeared, and the warriors of the Lingling Clan roared and rushed out, rushing towards the Altar of Death in a cloud of flying dust.

Raztolt gently hugged the unconscious Vidi and hid him behind a hidden rock, and said with admiration, "Dude, take a good rest, and leave the rest to us, we will definitely destroy the Altar of Death."

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"As expected of Osiris, he has condensed the most powerful entity!"

"The puppet pulled from another world has disturbed their sight very well, and now the fear of the mortals has reached its peak!"

"Christianity, Islam, and Buddhism, which have the most believers in the world, have divided up too many believers, but they are not as old as us. As long as we master the evolution method similar to the "Golden Sun Scripture" and "The Bible of the Dead", we can completely suppress them. Pass them, bring all beliefs into our kingdom of God, and establish an eternal kingdom of God."

The ancient Egyptian gods were chattering and discussing in the hall, and their forms were a group of transparent mist as described in the ancient Egyptian murals. Only Imerton, who was sitting next to the corridor, showed a human form because he was a demigod.

Imerton, who was sitting on the pillars in the corridor with his eyes closed, didn't bother to listen to the discussions of the gods, his mind was still stuck in the words that Cyrus had said before he left, "You should listen to me or listen to them. "

"You're so unfeeling...you don't even give me time to think!" Imerton covered his eyes and sighed softly.

A pair of transparent hands pressed Imerton's shoulders, and Isis whispered in Imerton's ear, "Imerton, don't be sad, when we conquer the world, we will hand Cyrus into your hands, You can vent your anger on him as much as you want, and let his soul pay the price for betraying you."

Emerton shook his head, "You don't need to do it, I will catch him with my own hands."

He let go of the hand covering his eyes, raised his head, and looked fiercely into the distance, the murderous anger in his eyes intensified like a burning hellfire.

The gods were a little apprehensive and felt that the black lightning over Hamnabtra gathered with Imerton's anger. They secretly envied Imerton who possessed the power of the "Bible of the Dead", but they did not dare to tease his tiger at this time. Must, this newborn demigod has great potential, and they are currently in a period of weakness. It is not a last resort. They don't want to lose their strength and annex Imerton, otherwise they may be taken advantage of by other gods.

Imerton closed his eyes again, leaned against the pillar, and said no more.

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Heinrich Feldman rubbed his chin and looked at Voldemort and Death Eaters not far away with a smile on his face.

At this moment, corpses of Yin corpses and necromancers kept falling down, and thin silver lines faintly appeared on the surface of these corpses, flashing complex runes.

The saints in white robes were also injured, but they quickly recovered under the treatment of their cooperative partners.

"Where is Grindelwald?" Voldemort with scarlet eyes looked at Heinrich contemptuously, "Is he too old to walk? Or wait until I kill him again?"

Voldemort recalled the scruffy and decadent Geliot Grindelwald in that world with extreme disdain, and the fact that such an old idiot was the first Dark Lord once made him feel ashamed.

Heinrich was still smiling, as if Voldemort's slander of his mentor was insignificant, he just twirled the wand in his hand leisurely, "Ahem, the second generation of the devil king, I am also working for the mentor, if you want to see He still has to make an appointment with his secretary, but it's a pity that he's busy buying and decorating a house recently, so he doesn't have time to talk to you."

Voldemort squinted his eyes, I hope you have such good eloquence when you suffer from "Cruciatus".

Heinrich shrugged, "Mr. Voldemort, those who come out to hang out don't rely on their mouths to eat. We Germans are more pragmatic. The current situation is that I have more people than you, and I don't bother to fight you one-on-one. , So, either you send all the hidden helpers to fight with us, or please put down your noble posture and surrender obediently!"

Voldemort sneered, waved the wand in his hand, and a dazzling green light rushed towards Heinrich, "Avada Kedavra!"

Quickly avoiding the attack of the Killing Curse, Heinrich turned sideways and returned a curse to Voldemort, while retreating slightly, retreating behind several saints, allowing them to reasonably block Voldemort's attack.

"Haha, this is the actual effect of the Germans? You don't even dare to confront me head-on like a man, and Grindelwald's disciples are nothing more than that..." Voldemort laughed.

Heinrich no longer paid attention to Voldemort, but lightly patted the shoulders of some saints around him who were ready to duel with Voldemort, and said softly, "Take time with him, and ignore him."

Turning around, Heinrich took the phone from the assistant behind him—the latest battlefield phone developed by the saints, "Dear Seth, have you received the gift?... Oh, I got it, I will take care of myself Yes, don't worry, um, ignore the old guy's nagging, you are not the only one in the Grindelwald family, and it is not your turn to carry on the family..."

The saint on the side tried to keep his expression calm, but he was muttering in his heart, he was really worthy of being the disciple of the old devil king to be able to fall in love with Mr. Grindelwald at this time.

Avoiding the curse of the Death Eaters on the opposite side, the saints tacitly organize defense and offense. They are all dark wizards trained strictly according to the army model, and there are many old wizards who have experienced World War II as commanders. The Death Eaters commanding the Inferi and the monsters fought to a draw.

However, the Death Eaters need to control the corpses and restrain the giants from harming themselves, so they consume more mana than the saints. The current defeat of Voldemort is looming. Apart from his relatively strong personal strength, every time he makes a move, there will be casualties of the saints. All his subordinates were defeated by the saints.

"Useless things!" Voldemort snorted coldly, and the Death Eaters stopped. The sudden pain from the left arms of several Death Eater leaders made them feel Voldemort's anger, and they quickly suppressed the pain and actively fought. But the timid one was already thinking about how to escape.

Among the group of Death Eaters, a brown eye covered by a silver mask stared coldly at Voldemort not far away, carefully observing his every move and waiting for an opportunity to act.