Viscount Turner put his hand into the coffin and took out the gem from his clothes. Everyone's attention was drawn to it. They saw that it was a golden gem, shining like the sun under the light.
What was more eye-catching was that there was a hint of golden-red rippling inside the gem. Viscount Turner was immediately confused. "What is this?"
At that moment, a ray of light shot out from the gem and projected onto the wall. Everyone was shocked. They followed the light from the gem and looked at the wall. Immediately, they saw an image appear on the wall.
On a plain under the setting sun, with his back against a vast river, a young man knelt before a masked man who was glowing with a clear white light. The man gave the young man a long sword and a handful of grains.
Everyone held their breath. They knew that the scene in front of them was exactly what had happened a thousand years ago. The scene of the legendary Golden King Ahenaten receiving the Divine Revelation was displayed right in front of them. It was extremely shocking!
Although there was no sound on the image, everyone could understand it and feel the language of the god. It was a mysterious feeling. Seeing Ahenaten receive the legendary Sword of the King, everyone knew that he would establish the first human dynasty and become the great Golden King. Even today, the Ahenaten family, which had the blood of the Golden King flowing in their veins, was still a very powerful family on the continent!
However, the image did not end there. Viscount Turner saw the god pick up a stone and drip a drop of blood on a stone by the side of the road. Immediately, the stone turned into a golden gem. The golden-red blood seeped into the gem and became the one that Viscount Turner was holding.
The god's lips moved slightly. There was silence on the image, but one sentence echoed in everyone's mind. "Those who drink the blood of God can become a descendant of God and borrow my divine power!"
"Boom!"
This sentence was like a storm, striking everyone's hearts and minds. In an instant, everyone's eyes and breathing became extremely rapid, and there was only one sentence left in their minds.
"Those who drink the blood of God can become a descendant of God!"
The Bloodline Knight behind Viscount Turner was the first to move. He unsheathed his long sword and slashed at Viscount Turner's head. Viscount Turner immediately blocked the attack with the Sword of the King. His expression became extremely angry. He shouted fiercely, "Sova, how dare you betray me! Everyone, kill him, in the name of the Turner family!"
Viscount Tena immediately activated his own bloodline and the Storm Sword Art that he had inherited from his ancestors, and began to fight with Knight Sova. Sova shouted as he fought, "Kill him! God's blood, the Sword of the King, and all the treasures here will be ours! Why should we risk our lives for him? Don't you want to become a god's descendant and control the power of god?"
In particular, the last sentence completely pierced the hearts of the other two bloodline knights and a dozen knights present. They swarmed up and besieged Viscount Turner. At the same time, all the slaves present began to scramble for the treasures on the ground and rushed out of the exit!
The fight between the guards and the slaves, the struggle between the viscount and the knights. The whole tomb seemed to have turned into a hell on earth. Screams and screams could be heard constantly. Gold, silver, treasures, power, all of this seemed to have drawn out the deepest desires in people's hearts.
Viscount Turner was besieged by three of his bloodline knights. In the end, he was no match for them. Two longswords pierced through his chest, and he died on the spot in disbelief. The other knights also fought with their lives for the divine blood.
Blood stained the ground and the gold on the ground. Corpses fell one after another in the midst of the treasures. In the end, the one who won the fight was the Bloodline Knight named Sova.
He had been stabbed several times, but he still stood upright. His body was drenched in blood, but his awakened bloodline talent, Toughness, still helped him resist the injuries and allowed him to maintain a clear mind in such a situation.
Sova grabbed the Sword of the King with one hand and pulled out the God's Blood Crystal from Viscount Turner's clenched hand with the other. Sova's hand was covered in blood. The sticky blood stained the crystal. Sova's eyes shone with an infatuated light. He seemed to have fallen into the beautiful color of the God's Blood Crystal.
"You're mine! Hahaha! You're mine! I'm the final winner, the chosen one! "
Sova used the Sword of the King to support himself and staggered towards the exit. His bloody footprints left a long trail on the ground, leading to the outside and disappearing into the underground tomb.
However, as soon as he reached the entrance of the tomb, Sova forced himself to raise his head. He saw a stone falling heavily on him, along with an excited and dirty face.
Once, twice, thrice, until Sova's face became a blur and he stopped breathing. One of the two slaves grabbed the Sword of the King, while the other grabbed the God's Blood Crystal. They quickly disappeared from the valley, running along the dense forest path towards the outside of the Bull Mountain Range.
Lu Zhiyu appeared in the underground tomb. He walked over the corpses and looked at the gold on the ground. He suddenly felt a little sarcastic. What was the point of these ordinary people's existence?
Lu Zhiyu had discovered that after these people had excavated Ahenaten's grave, they had sealed the blood formed from his deified cells into a gemstone, then placed it into Ahenaten's coffin. He had wanted to use these people's hands to bring his deified cells out. However, he had not expected that these people would be so greedy and lustful that they would start killing each other without any warning.
However, Lu Zhiyu had accomplished his goal. He had brought his deified cells out and used them to create his own dependents. Although he had not yet completed the task of fully deifying his body, nor had he created his own mythical life template, he was ready to start preparing for a rainy day.
However, without a unique mythical life template, Lu Zhiyu's deified cells could only be used to create his own dependents. They could not become the target of his own resurrection after his body died. Only with a unique mythical life template would he be able to affect other life forms through his own life form, allowing them to become the same species as his own mythical life form.
However, it did not matter. He had to make preparations in advance and arrange dependents. After a decade or so, Lu Zhiyu would complete the mythical life template and use his deified cells to influence the assimilation process.
Lu Zhiyu had done enough observations and experiments on Sakun. When he created the mermaids, he had also studied the method and mode of creating dependents. Now, he was very confident!
"I just don't know who will get my blood in the end. My ability is not ordinary! If I use it well, it can be said to be the true power of a king! "
Lu Zhiyu walked up the stairs and came to Ahenaten's golden coffin. Looking at the empty coffin, he felt a little sad. In the blink of an eye, Ahenaten had been dead for more than a thousand years. The first long-lived elf he had created had also died of old age.
Lu Zhiyu could still clearly remember the scene of Ahenaten begging him to grant him immortality before he died. Lu Zhiyu sighed and sat on the golden coffin. Looking at the dancing flames and shadows around him, as well as the murals on the walls, he suddenly felt a little lost!
"Sigh!"
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