Chen Ang stood in the square behind the museum. Since the last transformation ritual for Hong Fan, this place had been transformed into an altar for magic rituals. Chen Ang was standing on a four-edged stone pillar with a slanted surface. The granite pillar was about half a person's height. When Chen Ang stood in front of it, the slanted surface, like the slanted surface of a book, reached his chest.
The stone pillar's slanted surface was facing Chen Ang, like a stone platform for books.
The granite slanted surface was engraved with all kinds of complicated symbols in gold. There were complicated geometric figures and ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs. There was a huge circular platform around the stone platform. If Chen Ang stood behind the stone platform, he could see a mysterious zodiac astrological chart that was adjusted to correspond to today's astrological position.
Chen Ang stood on the stone platform and put the Golden Sun Scripture and the Black Scripture of the Dead on the stone platform. He opened them with a polygonal key and opened them. The stars in the sky were bright and dazzling. The high-purity air of the pre-industrial era refracted the starlight completely into the sky, corresponding to the astrological altar around the stone platform. It was very mysterious.
On Chen Ang's left hand, in a special position that represented ancient Egypt's underworld, there was a square black pool. The rippling black water was viscous and pure black. The liquid inside was very mysterious. Chen Ang had spent a lot of effort to move it directly from the altar room in the Hamunaptra.
It was late at night!
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in the quiet museum. The lights around the altar square swayed. Normally, the museum was brightly lit, but tonight, there was only the rustling of palm leaves. Accompanied by the night wind, a man in a black robe and mask suddenly appeared in front of Chen Ang. He stood on the path to the stone platform and looked at Chen Ang from a short distance away.
He saw a tied up mummy on an altar on Chen Ang's right hand and immediately became nervous. The man in the black robe under the mask whispered, "Ansuna!"
The excited black-robed man took off the mask on his head, revealing a withered and broken skull. A trace of warmth appeared on his ferocious face. He came to the front of the mummy on the altar, and without even glancing at the young and beautiful woman lying beside the mummy, he bent down with deep affection and kissed the rotten and broken mummy.
With a hoarse voice, he said the greeting that spanned three thousand years, "Ansuna, my love!"
After three thousand years of kissing, Imoden finally calmed down a little. He turned his head to look at Chen Ang who was calmly watching everything in front of the stone platform. There was a deep fear in his eyes. After a moment of silence, he finally asked, "Did you use Ansuna to force me to come here just to watch all of this?"
Imoden took two steps forward and looked at Chen Ang's calm and deep eyes. "A group of strange and mysterious people like you found me. They claimed to be thieves who took money to do things. Even though they tried their best to appear greedy, when I saw them, I could smell a scent that was very similar to yours. My intuition told me that you came from the same place. You can't escape responsibility! "
"But they also showed a hidden hostility towards your servants." Imoden laughed coldly. "They should be your enemies!"
Chen Ang shook his head silently and said with a smile, "I have never seen anyone as my enemy …"
Chen Ang smiled sincerely and gently. He turned his head to look at the sarcophagus that had once sealed Imhotep and sighed, "When I saw the words you carved on the sarcophagus with your sharpened finger bones, I couldn't help but sigh. I really wanted to talk to you … "
Imoden sneered and said, "You will never understand my feelings at that time. Other than Ansuna, no one else will understand the anger and hatred I felt at that moment. Anything you say here will only make me feel that you want to use me. But now, you have the Necromancy Black Scripture and the Golden Sun Scripture. You have everything I desire. You can just say — what do you want? "
"Do you want power, do you want wealth, or do you want Egypt's magic and secrets?" Imoden looked at him deeply and sighed in a low voice. "Or do you want to use me to defeat your enemies?"
Chen Ang smiled and gently shook his head. "I have already said … I have no enemies! Sometimes, when I do my things, I will hurt some people. Sometimes, some people's interests conflict with mine … Living in this world, there will be no lack of conflicts. They may see me as their mortal enemy and want to hurt and destroy me … but I never care! "
"I don't care about those ants. I don't care about their threats. I don't care about their joy. I don't care about their love and hatred. I don't care about their brandishing claws and provocations. I only move forward in one direction. I don't care about the deaths and threats of the ants under my feet … In my heart, there is no place for hatred!"
Chen Ang smiled very calmly and said emotionally, "So, Imoden! You are not my enemy. They are not my enemy either. My enemy … if there is one, it will always be myself! "
"If you are willing to return Ansuna to me, I am willing to do anything for you!" Imoden looked into Chen Ang's eyes and said word by word.
Chen Ang's eyes were filled with pity. He slightly shook his head and sighed. "What people pray for is often forced upon them. It is also what they don't want to see the most … I will resurrect her, but this may not be what you want."
Chen Ang caressed the Black Book of the Dead in his right hand and softly chanted, "Tai Yang, Tai Yin, Nine Earths, Yellow Springs …" At the same time, the same voice chanted the incantation of the Golden Book of the Sun. Chen Ang chanted different incantations from the two books at the same time, "Tai Yin, Tai Yang, Falcon's Eye, Scarab's Light, Ram's Heart, Crocodile's Root, Cat's Soul …"
Two similar voices echoed one after another, like a symphony, echoing in the empty space above the altar. Sometimes, the voices were resounding, like the cracking of metal and stone, and sometimes, they were low, like rolling thunder, heavily pounding on Imoden's heart. He hurriedly and fearfully avoided the direction in front of Chen Ang, avoiding the Golden Book of the Sun that he was most afraid of.
In the lower right corner, in the direction of Saturn, countless Sacred Beetles were crawling towards the altar on Chen Ang's right hand. A golden Sacred Beetle, surrounded by a swarm of Sacred Beetles, crawled to Ansuna's side. Imoden wanted to stop it, but as an undead, he was extremely weak in front of the Sacred Beetle, which represented the power of rebirth.
The high-pitched cry of a falcon came from the sky, causing Imhotep to tremble as if he had seen his natural enemy.
Even though the one circling above his head was his nemesis, Imoden still relied on the courage of his love for Ansuna and stood in front of Chen Ang. Unexpectedly, the eagle that represented the Sun God didn't harm him, an undead. Instead, it landed next to Ansuna, standing shoulder to shoulder with the golden Sacred Beetle.
However, when that cat with two-colored pupils appeared next to Chen Ang, Imoden finally couldn't help but let out a cry of grief, moving far away from it. The elegant cat brushed past Chen Ang's fingertips and walked towards the altar that held Ansuna's body. With a nimble jump, it sat next to the eagle, followed by a huge crocodile and an ordinary ram. Five animals lined up, scattered around Ansuna, while Imoden hid even further away.
Following Chen Ang's chant, the pool of black water on his left began to boil. Amidst the unresigned roars of countless dead, a figure that Imoden yearned for day and night emerged from the black pool. She slowly arrived in front of the altar and merged with her former body. The internal organs that were sealed in the bodies of the five sacred objects, along with Chen Ang's concealment, were reborn in her body.
Taking advantage of the weakened state of the five sacred objects, Imoden couldn't bear it anymore. He rushed in front of Ansuna and pressed the sacrificial knife on her hand. The two mummies crossed thousands of years, and their gazes finally met again. Ansuna looked at the dried and rotten skull in front of her with deep affection, muttering, "Imoden!"
Imoden pulled out the sacrificial knife and pierced the heart of the sacrificial object next to him.
Fresh blood splattered all over Ansuna's body. Her flesh and blood began to fill up, and fine blood lines grew on her bones. Her body began to tremble violently, breaking free from the bindings. No matter how strong the bindings were, after three thousand years of corrosion, these linen bandages could no longer bind the reborn Ansuna.
Under the moonlight, the plump female body shone with a healthy bronze luster. She looked at herself emotionally, then looked at Imoden. The two of them hugged each other and cried. Ansuna picked up the sacrificial knife and turned around to look at Chen Ang. She revealed a cold smile and said to Imoden in ancient Egyptian, "Imoden, wait a moment. I'll be done immediately! "
Ansuna, who was holding the sacrificial knife upside down, was filled with killing intent. She walked down from the altar with bare feet, and like a nimble and dangerous cat, she walked towards Chen Ang. The sacrificial knife in her hand shone with a cold light.
Imoden hurriedly stopped her, "Ansuna! He's very dangerous! "
He turned around to look at Chen Ang and said, "Give me these five sacred objects, and I'll do something for you!"
Ansuna didn't understand, "No, Imoden! No one can threaten you … "Ansuna turned around to look at Chen Ang and said with a cold smile," Since he did this, I should help you clean up any future troubles. Imoden, believe me, no dead person can make requests. "Ansuna, who didn't understand the cause and effect, decided to use her own method to end everything for her lover.
However, Imoden knew how terrifying Chen Ang was. He hurriedly wanted to stop Ansuna, but Chen Ang's incantation continued. He softly chanted, "The dead should not live, and the departed should not come. Between life and death, there is a barrier. The dead should not touch the fingertips of the living, and the living should not see the face of the dead, nor hear its words … "
"Ansuna!" Imoden shouted loudly.
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