194 – Pyramid (7)
After the room stopped, the door opened, and the group cautiously set foot on the top floor of the pyramid.
The first thing I saw when I stepped on it was the interior of the top, where the desert scene was reflected as it was. Obviously, the inside could not be seen from the outside, but the outside was clearly visible from the inside.
The next thing to see is the interior, which feels the passage of time, but clearly feels ‘luxurious’.
Unlike the underground weapons lab, it was clear that this was a space designed for people of high literacy to live.
There was a small stream babbling on one side and a place where there must have been a flower garden, but the water was dry and the flower garden was dead because it had not been maintained for a long time.
Stepping carefully through the thick dust, the moment the party entered the center of the room, they wondered if Anubis was shining, and led the light to one side.
“… … what?”
Carefully clearing the dust from where the light hits, you can see that the light is connected to a flower decorated with gold on the floor.
“You mean plug it in?”
Checking the hole in the middle of the flower, Chester pointed Anubis at the hole and carefully inserted it into place.
The moment Anubis was inserted, the enormous solar power that the pyramid was receiving moved to the ceiling of the room and was shot towards Anubis from a small pyramid hanging upside down on the ceiling of the room.
“Kuk!”
The moment the light hit Anubis, the dust in the entire room rose instantly due to the impact, and the flowers on the floor connected to Anubis slowly began to glow with the power of the sun.
At first, it started with flowers on the floor, and before I knew it, the golden decorations throughout the room seemed to shine, and the light gradually spread and eventually spread to the entire pyramid.
And when he opened his eyes a moment later, Chester realized that Anubis had changed a little.
“What is this?”
On the nose of Anubis, at the bent part of the blade, a golden flower-like thing appeared on the ground.
Although smaller in size than the bottom flower, it was clearly the same flower.
The flower was floating in the air on the back of the sword, not connected anywhere.
“… … It is like the sun.”
Monia looked at the flowers and said.
“Some places describe the sun as a flower, right? Or a place where you think of the sun as a person and draw a face in the middle… … .”
Chester pulled Anubis out of the hole and swung it around. The flowers floated around without escaping from the back of the nose piece, as if they were firmly connected.
“What is this?”
As Chester was saying that, a voice suddenly echoed throughout the room.
[To those who will inherit our history and heritage someday in the distant future, who are facing destruction after being arrogant and foolish.]
Every time the voice came out, Anubis’s handle seemed to glow, and hieroglyphs slowly began to be engraved.
It’s like taking down the voice you hear.
[We decided to use everything we have now to leave our existence behind.]
A mural carved into history.
A golem to test who will survive and survive through the ages. Unfortunately, the inner core could not be remade, so I had to use the original guard golem.
A powerful weapon containing all the techniques they developed while researching gold to give to such a golem.
And not just the history of gold and war, but literally all the history of the country, even the recording media.
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Looking at the country disappearing at the end of the war, standing at the end of an irreversible road, I just left my last wish.
[Don’t forget us.]
Surely, someday in the distant future, someone who discovered this… Those strong and courageous enough to defeat the golems they built for testing, clever enough and smart enough to destroy the invincible golems will research, investigate, develop the right technology as they did, and reveal their history. A legacy left with such faith and hope.
“What is he saying now?”
Of course, it meant nothing to the party who couldn’t understand what they were saying.
“After all, what is this useless decoration?”
Chester held the recording medium with his hand and tried to break it with a face of disapproval, but gave up breaking it because it was too hard.
“Damn it.”
“It is not good to touch relics carelessly. there you don’t know It might have something like this Anubis.”
“That would be nice. By the way, is this all you see here?”
“I guess so.”
“Let’s look around the other floor.”
The party left the top floor, opened the door to the mysterious room that moved up and down, and went downstairs.
* * *
It was four days after the party arrived at the Pyramid that they looked around the pyramid.
In the end, after looking around all the huge pyramids, all the party got was one Anubis.
Of course. The Anubis that Chester now possesses is the essence of the Kramshu kingdom, which was created by pouring all of its technological power into the kingdom before it disappeared, and contains technological prowess enough to overcome the times.
“The technology seems to be great, but there is only one thing left.”
“Isn’t it great to have even one left?”
“This flower does not fall!”
“Ah, Chester! You can’t mess with it too much!”
“No, Monia. If it’s broken to this extent, it’s just defective.”
“… … That too.”
“Dad, I want to hold you!”
“Oh, would you like to hear Rex?”
Chester hands over Anubis to Rex.
“Oh, did the terrain change while we were there?”
Monia looked around and suddenly saw sand under her feet. I must have dug the sand very deep when I entered the entrance.
“Good thing. It would be nice to go back thanks to you.”
While answering Monia’s question, Urgo held the stringed metal ornament in his hand and spun it around.
Every time the metal fittings turned around at the end of the string, they sparkled, and at the signal of the light, the wide feet started running from afar.
“Wow, are you seeing the real signal?”
“Light extends farther than you think. Especially in a place where nothing stands in the way. As long as you train them to understand the signal, it’s definitely better to use light than to use sound or flags stupidly.”
“You can’t use it at night.”
“Nothing is perfect in this world. Plus, you don’t have to fall off your wide feet at night, so you don’t have to worry about which signal to send at night.”
As the broad feet approached, Urgo rummaged through the supplies that the broad feet were carrying on his back and took out a drink. Drinking a strong drink with a high alcohol content that does not go bad even in the heat of the desert.
“… … big! Hmm. you drink too After suffering, you should drink.”
Urgo passed the drink while talking, and Monia drank right away.
“Oh, you drink well.”
Monia, who had become very strong in alcohol thanks to drinking high-alcohol fruit wine from time to time on the island, easily drank the alcohol Urgo gave her.
“It tastes awful! What is this drink! Ugh!”
Drinking alcohol and enjoying it are two different things.
Chester, who had received alcohol from Monia, quenched his thirst lightly and then chewed on a dried lizard as a snack.
“Shall we go back?”
“Go back. There is nothing more to do here.”
“Sleeping in a tent for the first time in a while!”
“great?”
“yes! The pyramids are so hard that my body hurts when I wake up.”
* * *
It’s been a week since I ran through the desert. The warriors of the camel tribe, who were wise, saw the tent of the Scorpion tribe under the sand from afar, so they decided to attack it at night.
“How are you?”
“It doesn’t seem like the Great Wind or the demon of the desert has returned.”
“Good. Without those two, the scorpion tribe under the sand is easy.”
“Of course. They are, after all, nothing more than braggarts who depend on the Great Wind to become powerful.”
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Lack of scorpions under the sand.
Until they met Urgo, they were a poor nomadic tribe that could not even find a place in a tent and just wandered around the desert.
The tribal name ‘scorpion under the sand’ explained what kind of tribe they were.
In fact, their tribal name comes from thinking of ‘a strong and ferocious warrior who is stealthy and deadly like a scorpion hiding under the sand, but at the same time has the tenacity to endure the ages’, but no matter how well-meaning it is, it is meaningless if those who accept it do not accept it. .
The scorpion tribe under the sand was not a vicious and terrible warrior tribe, but just those who did not know when they would disappear like a mirage.
However, it changed after meeting Urgo.
They became strong, rich, and great.
Those who saw the people who were nothing rise to victory with a trivial luck, of course, were seized with jealousy.
“I have to tell you the cost of gaining power that doesn’t fit your proportions.”
Originally, I wouldn’t have died like this. Even if Urgo died, Jahan would have been able to continue the strong tribe, although not like now.
However, without knowing the details, Jahan betrayed his tribe. He sold his tribe to a wise camel tribe. Without the great winds or the demons of the desert, it informed us of the moment when the tribe was at its most vulnerable.
Those scorpions die because of the poison they harbor.
“But what will Jahan do when it’s over?”
“Because you betrayed your lineage, you should be punished accordingly.”
The warrior commander who led the warriors said nothing, went under the tent spread by the warriors and waited for the night to come.