"In the island country, there are Petichius who are constantly causing trouble and releasing minions, and there are also weird and evil spirits that are supporting the scene. The energy supplied by the scene is temporarily above the level, so you can consider giving up."
"Hexi, Merlot Heaven. Excluding the fact that she is a woman, she should be the most high-end template among the powers I have come into contact with so far." Shoji looked at Sister Yin sitting on the throne with her legs crossed in the game panel.
She shook his head: "Even if I choose Hexi, I won't have the corresponding energy to liberate her in a short period of time."
"The strongest is not necessarily the most suitable."
"Ramses II, the heroic spirit of Fate, can give it a try."
Zhuang Sishe thought for a while, stretched out his hand to check in the game interface.
Suddenly, the panels of Hua Tougui and He Xi disappeared into the darkness, while the panel of Ramses II shone brightly.
He was wearing a white cloak, and his body was covered with gold ornaments inlaid with precious stones. His black mid-length hair was parted in front of his forehead, fluttering.
The cloak was turned around his neck and draped behind his back, revealing his bronzed and angular abdominal muscles, and his hands wrapped in arm armor were placed on his waist.
Slightly bending down and looking at the handsome bronze man with golden eyes in the water, Zhuang Siwa nodded with satisfaction.
"My subjects, your Pharaoh has returned again!"
The Cairo Museum, which was built in 1881, has more than 300,000 cultural relics, of which only about 630,000 are on display. But its collections range from prehistoric times to ancient times, medieval times, the imperial era, and even Greek and Roman art.
But its collections range from prehistoric times to ancient times, medieval times, the imperial era, and even Greek and Roman art works.
It was once closed together with other museums because of a large-scale suspected mythical change in the entire Aquamarine Planet. However, after waiting for half a month, there was still no change in the museum. Due to the voices of people on the Internet, the ticket price was so low that it was so expensive.
After a day of rectification, it began to open to the outside world again.
After the shift change, the new security team began to patrol along the fixed roads in the museum while chatting, and from time to time stopped some unruly tourists.
After once again persuading a few tourists who were lying on the glass cover to admire the golden coffin of the Pharaoh, Jerry looked at the tourists who left with regret and lowered his voice and whispered to his companion Fellman: "These people are crazy, right?"
?There are pyramids and temples. If you don’t go to worship, why do they gather in museums? There are no such miracles here.”
"Most of the people who come to the museum come for comfort or to enjoy the excitement." His companion Fellman, an adult uncle over forty years old, put the guardrail that had been crooked by the tourists back to its original position and raised his head.
Looking at the crowded museum, he said: "No matter what, it's enough to do our own job well. It's best to stay away from miracles and other things, and don't happen around me."
"Isn't this too inferior?"
Jerry was very surprised by his companion's answer: "Don't you want to become a mortal? Look at the Son of God in the island country and Miss Anna in Germany. They have whatever they want in terms of power, power, money and status. They can become human beings.
The life of the Master.”
"Then what qualities do you have that are different from ordinary people and worthy of being chosen by Shinhwa?" Fellman glanced at this young man who was talking to himself. He was quite envious of the youth's vigor. To be honest, he was quite envious.
More than ten or twenty years ago, Fairman had fantasized about being extraordinary like Jerry. When he went to the cinema to watch a movie, he would also fantasize about becoming the same protagonist as in the play, suddenly bursting with potential in critical moments, and killing everyone.
Kill to show the true nature of a hero, then encounter a beautiful love, and enjoy people's admiration and envy of you in the smoke of gunfire. However, as you grow older, the fantasies in your heart are eventually defeated by reality. After the dream is broken, you will eventually wake up.
one day.
A savior? That is not what ordinary people like him can hope for. Having a stable job to support the family is enough. As for other things, he has no qualifications and no energy to imagine.
"I" Jerry was a little dumbfounded. Although he felt in his heart that he had all kinds of extraordinary qualities, Shinhwa would always notice his existence, but when he spoke, he realized that he didn't have a suitable excuse to convince his companions.
No one noticed that behind a few tourists, Ramses II, one of the greatest pharaohs, was stored. On the counter, the tightly closed glass display case quietly lifted a corner of the gap, and then slowly closed it.
Squatting half-crouched in the display cabinet, looking at the dry and twisted mummy at close range, almost face to face, Shoji Wataru looked dull.
No matter how much power you hold during your lifetime, your body will be hollowed out and made into a mummy of feelings after your death. Over the course of thousands of years, it will become a withered corpse, along with the items buried with you in your tomb.
They are placed together in a museum for people to view.
"If there is a soul, you must be very unwilling, right? Forget that you are just a corpse, don't talk nonsense. I will borrow your name from now on. In return, the Nile Valley will be shrouded in the glory of the Pharaoh again."
While Zhuang Sishe was talking, a group of tourists from Waiguo walked outside the cordon of the booth. The fat middle-aged female tour guide pointed her carrot-like fingers at the dry and decaying mummy in the glass case and said:
"This is Ramses II."
"Ancient, one of the most famous pharaohs in the history of ancient Egypt. His life was full of legend. He was a powerful king and an invincible general. He was also an amiable father and a tireless warrior.
The builders liked to boast about their experiences and carve them on buildings during their lifetimes, never forgetting to have their deified statues erected throughout Egypt, alongside the gods.”
"But great achievements cannot make him ignore aging and death." Just as the fat tour guide finished the introduction of Ramses II from memory, he came to his senses and saw the tourists he led, including other nearby tourists.
Stay away from yourself: "Hey, what's wrong with you?"
"Quick, hurry up!"
"Pharaoh, Pharaoh is resurrected!"
The security guard on the side shouted, half scared and half excited, pointing at the booth, and the tour guide subconsciously turned his head.
I don't know when, but the corpse that had dried up and decayed for thousands of years has regained its vitality. The brown skin gradually softened, the dry muscles regained their elasticity, and the terrifying skeleton also became plump.
All this seemed to turn back time and reset the years. The withered mummy was quickly regaining its former glory, and gradually a strong, handsome, and sunny brown young man appeared in everyone's eyes.