Egypt, underground.

"Boom..."

The thick rock was pierced through, and the solid wall was pierced through under the persistent excavation of the archaeological team, and collapsed with a slight roar.

Bands of light were shining through the cracks into the realm that had been occupied by darkness for three thousand years. What was revealed in the dark was a stench that had been fermenting for three thousand years. A scent of wind blew out, as if it was a kind of resentment.

The captain of the archaeological team took the lead and led the team members into the cracked cave.

After passing through the crack, the bottom suddenly became clear.

Although I had known what was hidden under the rock block for a long time, no one expected to see such a complete secret room here.

The archaeological team members were amazed at the completeness of the sealing room, giving people the feeling of a palace. The surrounding walls were engraved with patterns and complex ancient words, full of characters that the archaeological team members could not interpret.

A bunch of searchlights were cast into the dark space, and countless dusts in the beam flew irregularly.

When the dark and hard face appeared in the area illuminated by the lights, and the majestic, dark and cold pupils as kings appeared, the archaeological team members couldn't help but exclaim.

It was not until more lights came that they could see clearly that it was a coffin.

A coffin with a jackal shape looks like a sculpture. Because the production process is so exquisite, the expression and eyes of the wolf head look so vivid that it gives people the illusion that it is alive.

The coffin is leaning against the earth-brown wall, and the shape looks like a jackal is holding her arms and is bound to her body. Thick golden chains extend from the surrounding walls and floors, and tie the coffin firmly.

It’s like the person who buried this coffin in this secret room is even worried about the dead in the coffin, and he has to add such thick chains to seal it to be assured.

The archaeological captain walked forward and looked carefully at the golden chains bound to the coffin with the lamp. When the chains were pulled by him, they rubbed against each other and rubbed against the casing of the coffin, making a "rattle" sound.

He couldn't help but be surprised at the strength of the material used in this chain - it seemed that even after thousands of years of erosion, the chain could not even be found. Apart from the heavy dust, it even looked new.

This reminded the captain of the alchemy in ancient Egypt.

Because it was in this generation of archaeology, he naturally heard some related rumors. According to legend, people in ancient Egypt discovered taboo secret techniques that could create alchemy materials that would never be eroded.

It is said that the ultimate instrument born from that secret technique is called the "thousand-year artifact" and has the terrifying power that allows the holder to rewrite the laws.

Of course that's just a legend.

However, the archaeological captain had never seen such a strange tomb. Judging from the size of the secret room, the exquisite production process and the materials, he felt that the owner of the tomb should have been a nobleman during his lifetime.

But this strange coffin with a jackal shape and this kind of burial posture that stands on the wall and is tied up with many flowers, really involves his blind spots in knowledge.

Then something strange happened.

Just as they walked into the tomb and approached the coffin, a golden door on the side of the coffin... actually opened automatically.

It was like the owner of the tomb, welcoming their arrival.

The next moment, all of them saw the pyramid-shaped ornament that was placed straight in the middle of the secret room behind the door.

The middle of the ornament was like a red eye. The scarlet light lit up from the eyes and was clearly reflected in the pupils of everyone in the archaeological team, sucking everyone's gaze firmly like a magnet, and unable to move away for a long time.

......

Two hours later.

The off-road vehicle passed through the long wilderness and drove over in the hot sun under the high temperature of forty degrees that was enough to cook people.

The vehicle stopped outside the camp that the archaeological team had already built. The door in the back seat opened, and from behind the door was a long, tanned but slender and well-proportioned legs.

Isis Ishudal got out of the off-road vehicle and trembled violently when she got off the bus. She was still wearing the white robe, and her golden waist tightly slim waist.

From the distance between the bulging on the chest and the waist, it can be seen that the legs under the robe are really long.

The one who came out of the passenger seat was her younger brother, Malik Ishdal, who was dark on the outside but had been completely whitened.

As soon as the brother and brother got off the car, someone came to greet him immediately with a smile on his face.

As the best figure in the duel world, if you play cards so well, Isis's social status will naturally not be low.

In fact, in addition to being the successor of the tomb guard clan, Sister Isis also holds the position of director of the Egyptian Archaeology Bureau, and even has considerable influence in the modern Egyptian government.

He plays cards well, has a gentle and considerate personality, and has a plump body and a lofty mind. He will naturally be popular wherever he goes.

The siblings soon arrived at the tomb with the archaeological team, and soon saw the strange coffin and pyramid-shaped crystal.

"Sister." Malik squatted beside the coffin, "There are words engraved on it... ancient priestly words."

Isis also came over and said, "What did you write?"

"The King of Light and the King of Darkness... a fateful battle." Malik wiped away the dust covered in the complex characters and frowned. "At the end of the battle... the King of Darkness will be buried by the King of Light. When the light is filled, the King of Destruction will wake up."

He raised his head: "It seems to be something like prophecy, sister."

Isis frowned slightly: "King of Darkness and King of Light..."

"Sister, can you say it is..."

"Indeed, according to the history guarded by our tomb guard clan, the Pharaoh who controls the ultimate power of darkness did indeed have the title of "King of Darkness."

"That is, the King of Darkness refers to Muto Game... No, is it the nameless pharaoh?" Malik said, "The King of Light refers to..."

"Seto Himama, a person who controls the white phantom beast and possesses the ultimate power of light." Isis nodded, "I can only think of this possibility."

"Then the 'King of Destruction' mentioned here..."

"I don't know." Isis shook her head, "but if this is the case, then the outcome of the prophecy is the death of the Pharaoh, the destruction of the Hima Seren. The King of Destruction... In short, it feels a little bad."

"The superior said that these were going to be taken to the Tongshiye exhibition." Malik frowned, "Maybe we should find a way to stop it?"

Isis thought for a while: "Let's go slow for now. Just before coming, someone contacted me on Tong Shiye and said he wanted to come and have a look. We might have to prepare for a reception."

"Oh?" Malik thought for a while, "Is Hima Seto?"

Isis shook her head: "It's the duel Wang Youyu."

Malik's eyelids twitched, and his face suddenly became strange.
Chapter completed!