128 070. Guardian of the Tomb Part Two

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Whether it was in the past or the present, it seemed to me that folks like emperors and kings just loved to show off their might to the world.

For instance, the ancient pharaohs of Egypt had giant pyramids built for them, while China’s Qin Shi Huang had all those terracotta soldiers made.

And the story seemed to be largely the same for the kings of this world, too. Not only were we inside a giant pyramid, we even discovered relics that kind of resembled a terracotta army in this place.

I raised the torch up and explored the dark interior of the pyramid.

The vibe I got while looking around this place was that it resembled a ‘factory’. From a smithy meant to manufacture various weapons, to a laboratory designed to research magic, and even a workshop to construct siege weapons, etc…

On top of that, there had to be thousands of finished weapons and various other equipment, as well as hundreds of chariots and bones of horses that would’ve towed them, all strewn about everywhere we looked.

Heck, we even spotted several incomplete bits of Cyclops Golems lying around here and there, too.

Meanwhile, Hans was looking around the vicinity.

As befitting an Alchemist, his curiosity-filled eyes continued studying and taking in the various relics found inside the structure. His wandering gaze eventually spotted a ‘coffin’ hanging on the nearby wall, and he began tilting his head in puzzlement.

After taking a few steps back, he raised the lit torch even higher.

The light from the torch chased away the darkness around him, revealing a wall’s surface adorned by hundreds, nay, over a thousand coffins as if they were some kind of a macabre decoration.

Hans glanced behind him while an expression of concern gradually formed on his face. “U-uhm, excuse me? C-can you come and take a look at this…?”

Tina heard Hans’s shaky voice and looked at the coffins as well.

Dust blew out from the slightly ajar coffin lid, and a ghostly pair of glares began gleaming sharply underneath.

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(TL: In 3rd person POV.)

The mummies opened the lids of their coffins located high up on the tall walls and fell hard to the ground with loud thuds. However, they simply shuffled back up to their feet as the creepy glares oozed out from their eye sockets.

The tottering horde of mummies reached out and grasped the weapons hanging on the walls. Even the bones of the dead horses were reanimated into the skeleton horses; the mummies connected a chariot to the numerous four-legged undead and climbed aboard the vehicle.

When the eerie glowing eyes were locked on the quartet of living invaders, the group was frozen stiff in their spots. The mummies’ eyes eventually landed on Allen, who was still injecting divinity into a statue.

He was to be the first target of the undead.

One of the mummies began stumbling forward. At first, its steps were slow but it gradually gained pace, and eventually, it broke into a frenzied leap.

The ends of the bandages tightly wrapped around the creature whipped in the air as the mummy dashed forward. Just before it could take a swing at its target with a sword, Tina stood in the undead’s path.

She injected divinity into her staff and slammed it down on the ground. Withered tree branches broke out from the surface and wrapped around the mummy.

“Damon! We must protect Lord Angel!”