Having said that, who knows how deep this land is and whether a few people can dig through it.
The people in the prospecting team looked at Victor like a monster, and after Victor finished speaking, he also realized that this plan was too outrageous.
So, he coughed twice and changed the topic.
"Okay, let's take the next step and go to the coastline to see if there are other ways to leave."
Kurt had never heard of Victor's other "plan", but he did not reveal the dilemma of the gentleman in front of him. He just nodded secretly and then ordered the team members to get on their mounts.
As the team left, sporadic dust rose up on the wasteland.
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In an inconspicuous pile of rocks outside the city of Akkad, the high priest with a broken arm was desperately trying to stop the bleeding and bandage his wound.
The golden statue had lost its function, so it was abandoned by him. He used all the remaining power of faith to maintain his own vitality. Otherwise, the previous blow would have been enough to make him bleed to death.
Moans and gasps were heard intermittently behind the brown rocks, and heavy footsteps gradually approached the seriously injured high priest.
He was shocked when he heard it. He immediately covered his wound and looked at the visitor warily.
The man in front of him had thick eye shadow, a sharp chin, and a yellow cloak that covered his hair. He was thin but could drag an object as heavy as a door panel.
Therefore, his movements are slow and his steps are heavy.
The high priest had never seen the guy in front of him. He thought he was a pursuer from the city who came to kill him.
But then I thought about it and felt something was wrong.
Who would carry such a big thing out to hunt others down?
"You can still walk so far despite being so seriously injured. It seems that your invisible skills are not as useless as they sound."
The thin man was not out of breath when he spoke. Such a heavy load did not seem to be a problem for him.
Compared to the other party, the high priest's bloodless face stood out: "How did you find me?"
The thin man smiled lowly and said: "There was so much blood shed along the way, it would be easy to find you."
The high priest's expression became more and more ugly, and he asked hastily: "Who are you?"
The other party smashed the heavy "door panel" on the ground, found a flat rock with a suitable height and sat down, took a deep breath and said, "Here comes the person who helps you."
After hearing this, the high priest froze in place, a suspicious expression appeared on his face.
The thin man continued: "Although you don't know me, I know your existence. I am a pure Nippur man, but I don't care who will rule that city in the end. That king's throne you long for."
, the biggest obstacle is not Humbaba and those outsiders who seize power, but..."
Halfway through the other party's words, the high priest's expression changed from suspicion to shock.
The shock was not fear, but the embarrassment of being exposed as a liar.
Yes, there are some secrets in this land. The high priest thought that only he knew it, but the guy in front of him obviously knew more and more deeply than he did.
"You need to rely on His power, but you are also most afraid of Him, more afraid than the Knower who is trapped here..."
"What do you want?" the high priest interrupted.
The Nippur man held his chin with his right hand: "We can cooperate. You know how to enter the Tower of Babel, take me in."
When the high priest heard this, he looked horrified: "Are you crazy?"
The Nippur man shook his head: "I saw you trying to open it, weren't you afraid at that time?"
"In order to survive, that is my last resort!" the high priest roared.
The Nippur man suddenly stood up, and his eyes gradually became firm: "I will give it back to you in the same way. I also want to survive, so entering the tower is a last resort."
The high priest was already sweating like rain, and he said more and more impatiently: "Do you know what is in that tower? How dare you..."
"Abraham Cain, the only king of the Uruk Dynasty, the earliest dynasty in human history, was named the King of Heroes and the last 'god-blooded man' of the great race."
The high priest was stunned when he heard this. He had thousands of words in his mind, but he couldn't form a sentence.
The Nippur man slowly stretched out his hand and stroked the "door panel", with determination in his eyes but also a touch of sadness.
With a sigh, he slowly said: "For two thousand years, since Abraham established the Uruk Dynasty, he has enslaved my tribe for two thousand years. Countless men, women, and children have left his mark on their blood since they were born.
We can only accept his will and work day and night to build for him that... 'Tower of Babel' that leads to the sky from nowhere."
"The dynasty was overthrown twice, and our ethnic group had two opportunities to escape from His enslavement, but both failed. Only a group of them found a way to intermarry with foreign races, diluting the curse given to them from generation to generation.
His bloodline made his control gradually weaken."
"Unfortunately, I am not one of those lucky descendants of Nippur, but a descendant of fanatic believers, stubborn believers who persist in worshiping the Hero King even after the dynasty fell."
"They took away the secret invisible skills, founded the secret sect, and secretly continued this twisted belief."
"People in the sect are prohibited from intermarrying with foreigners and maintain the purest Nippur bloodline."
"We have been taught the dogma of 'regressive recombination' since childhood, believing that the people of Nippur and Abraham are of the same origin, but are divided into two parts. At the moment of the completion of the Tower of Babel, we will merge into a whole and completely
Detachment becomes a conceptual supreme will like Si Xiang or Si Chen."
"But it's a pity that in recent years, the control power of the King of Heroes has become much weaker. In addition, the United States of Cyclades has encircled and suppressed the 'Ring'. Oh, by the way... The Ring is the name of our sect.
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"This is very lucky for me, because it gave me the ability to think independently for several years, so that I discovered the truth hidden in the blood of the Nippur people."
"We and that 'god' have never been a whole. The people of Nippur are just ordinary humans. In the original Uruk dynasty, they were captive and enslaved by his power. The invisible techniques he used are in our
There are traces left in the blood that can never be erased, just like what you did, dear Mr. High Priest..."
"You used that golden statue to control people's beliefs and thoughts. But if the statue is destroyed, or you take away too much power, this control will weaken."
"But we are not. Even the Nippur people who have been mixed for more than ten generations will still be summoned by Abraham after approaching that island, and their minds will be affected and they will be driven crazy..."
"Just like the captain of that ghost ship, you may not know the man named David Jones..."