Chapter 1 Moving Bricks

This brick-moving lasted for more than half a month.

Suren and the other four mingled with the slave队伍, constantly moving stone blocks and adding bricks and tiles to those pyramids every day.

The overseers didn't need the slaves to work fast, as long as they kept working.

In just half a month, Suren estimated that he had consumed at least one or two years of his lifespan. If it hadn't been for the various bloodline potions that greatly improved his physical attributes beforehand, an ordinary ninth-tier human body would have been unable to bear it.

Those pyramids were like monsters devouring people's lifespans, constantly extracting the souls of these hundreds of millions of slaves.

Fortunately, these lifespans were not wasted in vain.

The mortality rate of slaves was very high, and Suren collected too many souls during this period.

With those memories, he was like a frog jumping out of a well, suddenly discovering that the world was really, very big!

Through the memories in those souls, he also learned what the Tarrese Protoss was all about.

Judging from the information currently available, Tarrese is even a stronger plane than the Celestial God Plane, so they dare to call themselves the "Protoss."

They fought on all sides, crusading against alien planes, and then sent the war slaves here to build mausoleums.

Yes, the entire Yellow Sand Plane that Suren came to... is the ancestral mausoleum of the Tarrese Protoss!

Although it is also a broken small plane, what a feat it is to use the entire plane as a mausoleum?

Obviously, this is not a simple mausoleum.

During Suren's half-month observation, he also discovered a problem. Those pyramids not only had the function of burying corpses, but also contained death laws and life laws that were so high that he couldn't understand them at all.

And extracting the lifespan of slaves to "irrigate" the pyramids seems to be related to some kind of resurrection magic?

Suren understood a small part, but he was more confused.

Thinking about the demon god who summoned them, this must involve the secrets of high-level gods, and he was even more curious about this mausoleum.

However, he couldn't get in, and he couldn't understand anything from the outside.

Outside are all below the god-tier, and the secrets sealed in those pyramids are above the god-tier.

This is a very special plane.

...

One day, in the evening.

After sunset, the overseers did not require the slaves to work. The slaves dragged their exhausted bodies, ate some simple food and water, and lay down on the sand to rest.

The three suns set one after another, and the burning feeling subsided.

No one in the mausoleum can live for more than a year.

Suren didn't seem too special. This daily labor made him, a ninth-tier, lose a circle of weight.

He lay on the sand dune, looking at the sky.

There were still some afterglows on the horizon, and floating boats were still patrolling in the sky.

Although this Tarrese civilization doesn't have anything that can be called technology, these sailing ships that use solar winds as power also made Suren's eyes light up. The special structure and runes allow the ships to absorb solar energy to sail, utilizing "solar energy" that is rarely used even in the alchemy plane.

Every few days, these ships would send millions of war slaves, again and again.

Suren lay on his back on the sand, adjusting his over-consumed energy and blood.

Gradually, the red glow faded away, and the sky was full of stars.

Suren looked at the stars in the sky. After observing for half a month, he didn't see any familiar stars that could be seen in the alchemy plane.

Planes and planes are obviously not in the same universe.

At least the alchemy plane has nothing to do with this Yellow Sand Plane.

Moving his gaze down, beside the super-large pyramid that had not been capped for tens of thousands of years, there was a golden palace with brilliant lights.

Yes, a palace made of pure gold!!

The architectural style has the unique roundness of the Tarrese Protoss. The palace is like a flat gourd. In addition to gold, there is also the dazzling blue-green color of a peacock, which gives people an extremely sacred feeling when matched together.

That is

The "Sun Temple".

Suren and the other four's mission this time was to kill Pharaoh Cleopatra IX in the palace and obtain the [Key of Immortality] in her hand.

However, from the memories of some war slaves, Suren also discovered some interesting information.

That is, this Pharaoh Cleopatra IX has a wide reputation in the outside world for her beauty and is good at the secret art of collecting essence, and has the nickname of "Cleopatra".

It is said that she used her beauty to suck dry an important figure of another Protoss, and then she was assigned by the higher-ups of the Tarrese Protoss to guard the imperial tomb to avoid the limelight.

Although Suren didn't find any combat memories about this Pharaoh, all kinds of clues indicate that this "demigod" has some very special abilities.

Especially killing her near this Sun Temple, which is guarded by hundreds of thousands of troops, is not easy.

Suren fell into a state of meditation. The surroundings were quiet.

He originally thought that the night would pass like this.

But unexpectedly, suddenly, he sensed a call from the dark.

"Finally here!"

Suren suddenly opened his eyes, and knew that it was a demon god who sent guidance.

He quietly observed the surrounding environment.

Only a few low-level overseers were patrolling on the heights.

But even with the slave collar, this level of monitoring is useless to him.

With a flash of light and shadow, his whole body quietly merged into the darkness.

In a small stone house hundreds of meters away, an eighth-tier eagle-headed human-bodied overseer was sleeping soundly.

Eagle head, dog head, crocodile head, lion head... Anyone who can awaken their bloodline and return to their ancestors is a pure-blooded Tarrese Protoss.

Here, no overseer with a beast head anomaly is lower than the seventh tier.

The defense force of the mausoleum is not weak.

When Suren came, there were already three people in the house, Dou Sheng (Martial Saint) Jay, the barbarian Ralph, and the dragon girl Marcia.

The few people didn't speak. Before long, the centaur Kamul also arrived quietly.

There were five keys on the table. These were the keys to the slave collars.

Since they started being slaves, that demon god has never shown up again, probably because he didn't dare to show up.

I don't know how these keys came.

Seeing that everyone was there, Dou Sheng (Martial Saint) Jay took the lead and said, "Everyone, we will act today. Before dawn tomorrow morning, before the sun rises, Pharaoh Cleopatra IX will routinely visit the altar. This is the best chance to kill her."

As he spoke, he glanced at the people in the house and said, "According to my observation, that Cleopatra IX has four ninth-tier personal guards. It will be a big problem for us to kill her. Moreover, there are at least 300,000 troops near the entire Sun Temple, and there are many experts, so the best way to kill her is on the way from the temple to the altar."

Hearing this, Suren and the other three didn't speak.

This Jay cultivates the Dou Qi (Martial Power) system and has a very strong ability to sense "Qi". He has been doing reconnaissance work for half a month, and this conclusion is similar to what Suren observed.

The five people's purpose is the same, they all want to work together to complete the task and solve the demon god's contract first.

So when these words came out, everyone nodded in agreement.

At this time, the strongest barbarian Ralph asked, "Is there any combat plan?"

Dou Sheng (Martial Saint) Jay shook his head: "It seems that we can only kill her by force. Once we unlock the slave collars, we are likely to be discovered immediately, so we can only attack by force."

As he spoke, he took the lead in expressing his position: "The Qi of the four personal guards around Cleopatra IX is not too strong. I am confident that I can withstand two or three. Even four."

Because they don't know each other very well, and there is no tacit understanding at all when cooperating, they have to roughly talk about their combat power as the battle approaches.

With these words, the dragon girl Marcia also expressed her position: "If you can withstand three, the two of us can join hands to quickly kill the guards. As for the demigod Pharaoh..."

Speaking of this, the house fell silent for a moment.

That Pharaoh is a demigod powerhouse, which is not easy to deal with.

But unexpectedly, the barbarian Ralph opened his mouth to break the silence: "I am confident that I can defeat that female pharaoh. But I am not confident that I can kill her."

Hearing this, several people looked over.

Can he defeat a demigod?

Listening to this determined tone, everyone realized that Ralph's combat power was a bit strong.

If outsiders were here, they would definitely be shocked by the content of this conversation.

Obviously, everyone is at the ninth tier, but when they open their mouths, no one takes ordinary ninth tiers seriously, and they start with two or three.

"Ordinary ninth tier" has become a pure combat power measurement unit in their mouths.

This is a bit outrageous.

Even so, Suren could see that several old schemers had reservations.

No one will reveal all their cards.

The reason why that demon god chose them is naturally because he feels that they have the confidence to kill a demigod when they join forces.

But now that three people have expressed their positions, Suren thought for a while and also conservatively estimated a number: "I... can probably deal with two or three ninth tiers."

"Deal with" is vague.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the four people in the house were a little strange, but they didn't say anything. Only the centaur Kamul hadn't spoken yet.

Four pairs of eyes looked over.

This centaur shooter in mythology didn't say how many he could fight, but said very seriously: "I have observed that the nearest ambush point from the temple is at least five kilometers away. If we choose to attack by force, the process of the raid will inevitably be disturbed. Once the pharaoh is disturbed, she may retreat back to the temple. And we only have one chance, and there is no room for any mistakes."

This is the professional instinct of an archer. He has already observed all the sniper locations.

Everyone showed serious expressions when they heard this.

This is indeed a big problem.

If they can't kill with one blow, there is no chance of survival in this Yellow Sand Plane.

Suren and the other four all knew that since he would say this, he must have some ideas. They all cast inquiring glances: "So?"

The centaur Kamul pondered for a moment, then exhaled slightly, as if he had done some mental work before saying his secret at the bottom of the box, and said seriously: "I have an arrow that can kill a demigod."

"!!!"

Hearing this, the eyes of the four people were all sharp.

Even Suren cast a surprised look.

He had always thought that the strongest combat power was the barbarian Ralph, but it turned out that the master was hiding here?

Even with his current combat power, he is not sure that he can kill a completely unfamiliar demigod powerhouse.

But this Kamul is sure that he can?

Or is it "one arrow"?

If someone can kill that Pharaoh Cleopatra IX, wouldn't this matter be simple?

Obviously, there are other problems with this arrow.

The centaur Kamul looked at a few people and said solemnly: "Even if I can't kill her, the probability of this arrow seriously injuring her is very high. But the price I pay for using that move is very high. After shooting it, I will be in a weak state for a long time."

As soon as these words came out, everyone understood.

Once weakened, someone needs to protect him.

No one wants to risk their lives and make wedding clothes for others.

After a brief silence, Dou Sheng (Martial Saint) Jay, who was familiar with everyone, said: "It would be best if we can kill her, but if we can't kill her, we may still need to make up for it. Besides, we still have to get the key, so the plan to attack by force still has to be implemented..."

As he spoke, he seemed to have an idea, and said to the four people in the house: "I think we can be divided into two parts. One team and Mr. Kamul are sniping remotely, and the other team makes up for it and gets the [Key of Immortality] to open the gate of the mausoleum. Then our contract will be解除. After that, everyone will have to rely on their own abilities to survive."

This plan is indeed fine. Remote sniper, then make up for it.

But the question is, who will stay to protect the weakened

Kamul in state?

The few people present are confident in protecting themselves, but it's hard to say if they bring another burden.

As soon as this plan came out, it instantly became cold again.

...

Suren looked at the expressions of the four people in the house, and at this time, he took the initiative to say: "Why don't I be with Mr. Kamul?"

Now, how could he not see that the Dou Sheng (Martial Saint) Jay, the centaur Kamul, and the dragon girl Marcia had some kind of tacit understanding?

These three people are probably already formed some small alliance.

Some races are not good at lying, such as the mountain dwarf race, the Daru race, and this centaur.

Suren observed the people and found that this centaur did not seem to have such deep scheming.

Besides, Suren has his own plans for choosing this way.

It would be great if Kamul could really kill the Pharaoh with one arrow, but what if there are some other changes?

Over the past tens of thousands of years, the demon god has recruited countless people, and they have all failed. There must be huge unknown hidden dangers in this.

Whether choosing the assault team or the sniper team, the risks are bound to be extremely high.

Correspondingly, Suren instinctively felt that not touching the pharaoh might be less risky.

What's more, the three of them have already gathered into a small team, and even if Suren wants to forcefully join in, he is likely to be calculated.

"This..."

Hearing this, the centaur Kamul glanced at Suren, and his eyes flickered slightly.

Although the most ideal bodyguard he felt was the strongest barbarian Ralph, that person had not spoken.

He looked at Suren and didn't say much: "Then I'll trouble Mr. Nicholas."

But after a pause, he said again: "If you don't mind, my centaur race has a kind of guardian blood contract..."

It's not just a word that you can hand your life over to a strange person.

As soon as these words came out, the weird atmosphere of distrust in the house resurfaced.

However, what the four people didn't expect was that Suren just glanced at it and agreed: "Yes. I will protect your life to the greatest extent possible."

The content of the contract is not excessive, it is to protect this shooter with all his strength during this period of weakness.

He has a small void world, and it is still possible to protect a person.

Hearing Suren agree, the people in the house breathed a sigh of relief.

After signing the contract, Kamul dared to really go all out.

And the other three small alliances also felt that it was exactly what they wanted.

The atmosphere instantly became relaxed.

After the division of labor was completed, the subsequent battle plan was simple.

After a few words of explanation, everyone left with their keys.

Coming out of the small house, Suren quietly returned to his resting place.

Usually, as long as there is no trouble, those Tarrese Protoss overseers will not care where the slaves sleep.

After all, with the slave collar tied, no matter how strong the slaves are, they can't make any waves.

Suren sat cross-legged. As soon as he closed his eyes, a huge sandbox formed in his mind, with pyramids and golden temples inside. One clue after another was put in, and he deduced the countless results that the battle in five hours might encounter.

Unconsciously, the sky was already turning blue, and dawn was coming.

Suren suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked at the other slaves who were sleeping soundly around him, did not disturb them, and quietly got up.

All around are tall pyramids, blocking the light, and the surroundings are still dark.

Suren came to a place where stone materials were piled up very smoothly.

The centaur Kamul arrived almost at the same time.

The two looked at each other and didn't say much.

The location they chose doesn't have a good view. The front is blocked by several pyramids, and you can hardly see the Sun Temple.

But if you observe carefully, you will find that there is a very small

gap between the pyramids, which happens to be able to see the road from the temple to the altar.

This is the sniper point that Kamul chose.

Hidden, safe, far enough.

Only a sharpshooter has the confidence to seize that fleeting shooting opportunity.

Suren also felt very good, took out the black umbrella and scythe and meditated aside.

Thinking that even if something unexpected happened, he could personally make up for it.

The black crow stopped quietly on his shoulder, and the surroundings were silent.

Kamul's eyes were like eagle eyes, staring intently at the gap in the distance. After waiting for less than two minutes, he suddenly shouted softly: "Here it comes!"

Even if Suren didn't open his eyes, the black crow had already captured it. A woman in a golden dress and brown skin slowly walked out of the Sun Temple a few kilometers away.

She is Pharaoh Cleopatra IX!

Time waits for no one. Kamul glanced at Suren and said, "Mr. Nicholas, I'll leave the front and back to you."

Suren nodded: "Go ahead."

At this time, Kamul took out the key and decisively opened the slave Zhou on his neck.

Without the collar restriction, a terrifying power of destruction immediately rose from his body and then gathered in his hand.

He made a drawing bow movement, and an elemental divine bow instantly condensed in his hand.

A gleam of light flashed in Suren's eyes, and he sighed in his heart: "An arrow to destroy the rules? So strong..."

Sure enough, this arrow that can kill a demigod is outrageously strong.

Just talking about this fluctuation is definitely the strongest single attack Suren has ever seen!

However, with his indifferent attitude, Kamul asked doubtfully: "You?"

Suren naturally knew that he was referring to the slave collar, and responded faintly: "It's not needed yet."

He had been deducing before that the demon god had recruited people for tens of thousands of years, and he might have recruited people who were stronger than their five, but still failed.

So, where would this failing link be?

Suren felt that this slave collar might be the first trouble. Because when he cracked it before, he also found some runes that he couldn't understand in the collar.

It's not imprisonment, nor is it forbidden magic. Suren guessed that it might be some special uses.

And the demon god didn't remind him, probably because he felt that if he couldn't solve this, it would be impossible to complete the task.

"..."

Kamul frowned slightly when he heard this, and seemed to think that he was a little too confident. But he didn't say anything.

It's too late to say anything at this juncture.

Besides, he has also signed a contract.

In just a flash, the [God-Breaking Arrow] in his hand was condensed, and almost at the same time, a ray of sunlight happened to shine from the gap in the distant pyramid.

"Whoosh~"

A magical scene happened, and the black arrow was hidden in that ray of sunlight and shot out quietly.

"What a weird arrow!"

Suren also marveled at it.

With this archery, even he couldn't avoid it without the ability to predict death.

The moment of aiming is already the moment of hitting.

And it was just when this arrow was shot that Kamul's aura indeed weakened by more than half.

And fortunately, that arrow hit the target!

At the end of his vision, Pharaoh Cleopatra IX fell to the ground almost the moment the string was loosened.

"Did he kill her?"

Suren also felt that it was a bit unbelievably smooth.

Although this arrow does have the power to kill a demigod, his intuition tells him that something seems wrong.

However, before he could think too much, Jay, Ralph, and the dragon girl Marcia, who were ambushing on the other side, also rushed out. A terrifying energy also erupted from the three of them. One's Dou Qi (Martial Power) was like a flame, one's whole body was blood red, and one turned into a half-dragon body. The three rushed into the pharaoh's guards and cut them down like melons and vegetables. Even the four ninth-tier personal guards could not stop the three.

Even the combat power that erupted was stronger than when they discussed it before.

Ordinary ninth tiers really couldn't pose any threat.

"Success!"

Suren looked at the three people who got the key on the corpse, and his heart was also happy!

As long as you use the key to open the mausoleum gate, the contract will end.

But at this time, an unexpected scene appeared again. The plan was very smooth. Suren and the other four joined forces to kill the pharaoh and got the [Key of Immortality].

The original plan was that they would now be divided into two teams to start breaking through and then go to the largest pyramid to open the gate of the dungeon.

Kamul was exposed after shooting an arrow, and hundreds of thousands of guards had already surrounded him.

Originally, each of the two teams broke through, which could share some of the pressure.

But at this time, Suren only looked at the distance, and a layer of strange flames suddenly rose from the body of Dou Sheng (Martial Saint) Jay. The flames actually burned out a big hole in the void, and then the three of them slipped in and disappeared?

Escaped?

This escape was no small matter. As soon as the three of Jay disappeared, all the pressure from the pursuers was on Suren and the two of them.

Kamul's face changed drastically. Looking at the flames, he obviously recognized something and was shocked: "A different fire from the Dou Qi (Martial Power) Continent? He actually has the second-ranked [Void Poison Flame]!"

Jay has been hiding this trump card. Now Kamul knows that he has been calculated?

However, Suren, looking at the flames that could burn the void, raised his eyebrows, but only had a slight ripple in his heart: "Hehe, a bit interesting."

Although he had guessed that the three of them had some thoughts, looking at these flames, it was indeed unexpected.

Kamul next to him was not so calm. They had agreed to break through together, but now all the pressure was on them, and he was still in a weak state!

He looked at Suren and asked seriously, "Mr. Nicholas, what should we do now?"

In contrast, Suren seemed a little too calm.

He picked up the black scythe unhurriedly and responded with the same expressionless face: "We can only charge hard. They still need some time to open the mausoleum gate, so we can just break through."

These words were said very calmly, as if they were not the ones being besieged.

Kamul frowned and wanted to say something: "But..."

Suren didn't intend to explain any more.

Although he was sold in a small way that he expected, he was not angry at all.

The contract task has not been completed yet. They are attracting firepower, and it will increase the success rate if the three of them open the door.

Although it seems that all the pressure is on the two of them.

But...

Suren glanced at the pursuers who had already surrounded him, and there was no ripple in his heart.

If there is no god-tier, no matter how many people there are, how can they possibly keep me?