Chapter 407

The extremely real wave of hot sand blowing on the body suddenly disappeared, and the feeling of dry mouth was also gone.

It was as if all ‘reality’ suddenly ceased to exist.

"What's going on...? Is this really just a world of images?"

Hermitos showed a look of surprise and uncertainty for a moment! ! It can really be blocked!

really--

He now removes the sights seen by his eyes and the sounds heard by his ears.

Nothing can be sensed.

In fact, this function was prepared by Homura for ordinary people who cannot bear the pain of harsh environments.

Although it is true to pursue the ultimate real experience——

But we won’t force people to experience the ‘happiness’ of traveling in the desert in order to let everyone feel the reality!

But Hermitus is exactly the kind of person who likes to 'enjoy this pleasure'!

closure?

How can this work! With such a rare opportunity to experience the world of the past era in the epic up close, how could he give up!

Crazy! There is a fanatical light in Hermitus's eyes that is glowing and radiating heat!

Even though he is a god himself, his consciousness in this world seems to be that he can only use the strength of ordinary people, and cannot ignore the harsh environment around him!

but--

It was like Columbus discovered the New World, and passion as hot as lava was burning in his chest! !

"Ahh...ohhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"This is exactly what I have been looking for so far, the most real, highest, and most supreme emotion!" Hermitus! !

Chapter 591: Across 30 million years, the gazes of gods and kings!

Regardless of gods or heroes——

The same pain can be felt in this world.

No matter how powerful their bodies are, in this world of consciousness, their senses will be suppressed to the level of ordinary people.

In fact, hiking across the desert was more tiring than any torture.

It is torture both physically and mentally.

However--

Hermitos, whose lips were withered and chapped, endured this ordeal with a smile on his face and looked into the distance expectantly.

It was from this view that a miracle occurred!

Yes... For him as a god, a scene that could still be called a miracle suddenly appeared.

In the middle of the desert, Hermitus' eyes reflected an extremely tall pyramid!

"That's..." Hermitus.

——

"Standing at the top of the power pyramid, the incarnation of God, the person with absolute power.

His name is Pharaoh——! "

boom!

world--! No, it was as if a voice suddenly sounded in my ears and in my soul.

The voice continued: "They are the great kings of ancient Egypt.

The controller of all things.

The legendary original god of creation is also the son of the sun god Ra... and the incarnation of Ra.

Another voice: [O Almighty God, witness my deeds - and then despair! Huh hahahahaha! ]"

"——This is an epic story about an unknown king that happened 30 million years ago!"

The first voice is a magnetic male voice like a narration.

It’s not just Hermitus…

Everyone who entered the consciousness space and opened "The Nameless Pharaoh - Memory of the King" heard that voice.

And the voice that sounded in that narration.

[O Almighty God, witness my deeds—and then despair! 】This sentence is the voice of a person.

It's different from the previous narrator's voice, which sounded like a friend telling a story quietly.

That voice is bold and domineering; wanton and confident!

He has a strong infectious energy!

In that deafening will that seemed to encompass heaven and earth, and in that frightening mood, many people unconsciously took a step back;

Obviously I just heard his voice, but it was as if I vaguely saw a figure standing in my mind.

This feeling was something that was never experienced in the past, even if I witnessed the rise of countless heroes, from books and words.

People's ears went deaf for a moment.

This is... Wang——

At that moment, they guessed.

Pharaoh! ?

"An epic story from three thousand...thousands of years ago!?" Hermitos showed a dull look in his eyes and spoke slowly and quickly.

Then he took a breath of disbelief.

How could it be...

It can be traced back to such a distant era! Unbelievable!

How unimaginable.

And still——

The epic is described in this way.

Who is the owner of that voice... Andersen?

There was another voice just now——

Could it be the Pharaoh!

Bang bang! Thumping!

The strong visual and auditory stimulation, as well as the huge amount of information exposed, made Hermitos' blood boil.

"Ancient Egypt... a new mythical territory. Ancient Egyptian mythology...

And the Son of the Sun God...! "He murmured, with an emotion called trembling on his face!

——An era so ancient that it is almost unimaginable, and——a hero named Pharaoh, who is suspected to be the son of God and the incarnation of God passed down from generation to generation. This is a story describing such a hero!

Andersen has revealed a new myth system, a new regional epic!

However, before Hermitus could think about it, the voice of the narrator sounded again.

"Among the suns of all ages, there was such a pharaoh.

His name is Akkanan.

Akkanan and Aknadi were twins. Because Akkanan cried loudly when he was born, he was regarded as the "older brother" and became the heir.

During his tenure as pharaoh, wars continued due to frequent invasions from neighboring countries.

But the enemy's military was strong. For the sake of national peace, Akkanan placed his hopes on his brother Aknadi and the "dark alchemy" he described."

Dark alchemy——!

When the noun with the word alchemy appeared, the god of alchemy was shocked!

The next moment, his vision changed and he had come to an ancient battlefield.

At a glance, the human army that could not be seen was fighting each other.

The picture turned and came to another place.

A man was coldly and ruthlessly ordering his soldiers to massacre civilians in the villages of his own country.

Such a cruel scene appeared more than once.

After slaughtering countless villages, he finally stopped.

Afterwards——

Nurtured by the blood of his compatriots, seven shining golden artifacts were born!

"After those seven days, Aknadi brought back seven thousand-year artifacts.

Facing the invading enemy forces, Akkanan led only six priests to use the power of the thousand-year artifacts to easily destroy the enemy army and gain peace.

But after learning the secret of the birth of the thousand-year artifact, Akkanan felt extremely guilty for the crime he had committed. He took his young son to the tomb of the previous emperor and prayed for his son's safety. Later, he became seriously ill and bedridden, and soon died."

With the voice of the narrator...

In between, countless scenes flashed in front of Hermitos again.

It seemed that he witnessed the birth of the seven artifacts from another perspective, that is, as an observer and as a participant, and then won the victory in the ancient country called Egypt.

——Finally, the old king took his young son to the tomb and died after being seriously ill.

"Aknadi! That man just now was Aknadi!" Hermitos' eyes widened, recalling the scene he had seen before, where the man ordered the soldiers to kill civilians, and blurted out.

Then his body suddenly trembled.

Is this... an epic that happened in the past! ?

Shocking!

Incomparable shock!

Detailed, terrifying details, too real!

How is it possible! It's like a personal experience, the scenes happening in front of me!

Boom! ! Hermitos' brain was in a panic.

He didn't even care about the setting of the thousand-year-old artifact!

At this moment, his fingertips were full of hot sweat!

In his chest, the fiery heart seemed to explode, and in his brain...

The consciousness was completely empty!

It's not a reproduction!