who moved my coffin

[A real idiot! ] Cyrus floated above the statue in the form of a ghost, and he had no choice but to give up his body. At this moment, he looked at the old believer of death with disdain and called Imerton's name in vain.

[What's the benefit of bringing that guy back to life! ] Cyrus couldn't help feeling guilty when he thought of Emerton, and couldn't help recalling the scene of studying with Imerton hard after entering the temple, and couldn't help muttering [Master Imerton, Mr. Imerton, Master Imerton] Fool, the idiot Imerton who was played by women... Haha, let me recite the spell, and if I can't recite it, I will wipe the idol. I arranged to be on duty at the temple in the morning...] [Now as long as they are almost exhausted, I will go grab the scriptures immediately. 】The old god Cyrus was sitting on the head of the statue of Horus, thinking wildly while watching the lively scene below.

[Strange] For some reason, Cyrus suddenly felt a little hairy around him, as if someone was watching him, [Strange, they shouldn't be able to see me? 】【They can't see you, but I, who is also an undead, can see clearly! ] A divine thought came.

No way!The undead of Cyrus turned his head slowly in a stiff manner, and sure enough, he saw a familiar bald head looking at him expressionlessly, 【Long time no see, my dear Cyrus, thank you for your persistent resentment towards me, In the dark abyss of countless undead, it is as dazzling as a bright light to guide the direction of my return... How can I thank you?My ~ most ~ dear disciple! 】【Ah】 Cyrus was so frightened that he floated up, 【You, you, you... aren't you?Ah, that’s not right, you don’t need living people to call out your name. I’m an undead, can the undead wake up the undead? 】【You don't look so happy, my dear Cyrus, alas... I told you a long time ago that you don't listen carefully, remember the fourth special spell added to the resurrection ceremony? ][Article [-]...the article about how the god of death guides the undead...that's not the content of the exam... Besides, under normal circumstances, the undead call each other to awaken, this...it's impossible! 】【Cyrus, my child, do you think our situation is normal? ] Imerton's undead showed a vague and self-deprecating smile, 【This is not the first time I have been awakened, it seems that the power of faith is still very strong! 】【Faith to die! 】

[I understand, believe me, I didn't do it voluntarily...] Imerton's undead sighed, and slowly drifted towards the "Undead Bible".

[What are you doing!Hey, that was the first thing I saw! ] Cyrus was in a hurry, he didn't want to make a wedding dress for Imerton after all his planning.

[Little guy, this is not a matter of first come, first served, but a wonderful arrangement of fate! 】Imorton's undead laughed and rushed towards the old believer of death. In the eyes of the living people, it was a sudden appearance of a deep cold force from hell, which shocked everyone present.

"Imorton has been resurrected!" The pharaoh guards shouted in horror. The familiar wind swept over the old leader of the believers of the god of death in an instant. The Pharaoh's guards and Death Eaters, finally, after seven consecutive fresh mummies were released, the sandstorm finally reunited under the eyes of the statue of Horus into the appearance of a person.

————I am the dividing line of hard work—————

The appearance of Imerton greatly encouraged the believers of the Death God. They quickly cast away the sadness of the old leader being a sacrifice, praised the Death God Osiris loudly, and all prostrated themselves on the ground to pay the highest respect to Imerton.

The Pharaoh's guards and the Death Eaters centered on Voldemort, taking a defensive stance against Imerton and the others.

"Are you Immorton, the high priest of death that they dare not even mention by name?" Voldemort was the first to break the deadlock. He always liked to take the initiative.

Imerton didn't answer Voldemort, he raised his right hand slightly, and the "Dead Bible" and the key that fell on the ground slowly floated into his hand.

Imerton picked up the key and reopened the "Bible of the Dead", with a strange smile on his lips.

Voldemort frowned and looked at the "Sun Golden Sutra" in his hand. He had tried it just now. Without the key, this magic book couldn't be opened at all.

{When are you going to come out? } Imerton said aloud in a strange language.

Everyone present was stunned, because none of them could understand the language Imerton spoke, except for one living person and one undead.

{You can speak Parseltongue? }Voldemort was surprised by the fact that Imerton spoke Parseltongue, and he muttered in his heart【Could this be the ghost of Slytherin's ancestors? 】{Snake language?Humph, arrogant Vajit lineage! } Imerton sneered, and slowly walked in the direction of Voldemort.

When the Pharaoh's guards and Death Eaters were on alert, Imerton walked past them and stood beside Cyrus Ilrajat's body.

There was a hint of doubt in Voldemort's eyes, and then he turned his gaze to Cyrus' body with a sudden realization.

{Shall I invite you in person?My dear Messenger of Anubis (here specifically refers to the guide of the dead)? } Imerton said softly, he even bent down and performed a sacrificial ceremony solemnly.

【damn it! ] Cyrus' undead pounced on his body angrily. After a small-scale sandstorm rolled up, Cyrus' body trembled strangely twice and got up.

Under the gaze of Voldemort's obscure and complicated eyes——

Under the sly gaze of Master Imerton—

Under the incredulous gaze of the Pharaoh's guards and Death Eaters—

Cyrus crawled up in a creepy way, he shook his head left and right, and seemed to feel uncomfortable touching the wounds on his neck and shoulder blades that were cut deep enough to show bone, almost dried blood stains attached to his body , The pale face told everyone that this guy was obviously dead just now, his eyes were deep golden green, shining like a cat's eyes in the dark night.

{Need me to choose a sacrifice for you? }Imorton said lightly.

{Need not! } Cyrus replied viciously, and the next moment he turned into a whirlwind of sand and dust, and pounced on the group of Pharaoh Guards. After startling a lot of roars and a few bunches of red and green spells from the Death Eaters, a Pharaoh Guard became up mummy.

The same resurrection method as Imerton, but Cyrus only used a living person as a sacrifice. When he reappeared in front of everyone, he was a normal and harmless young wizard, just a mummy lying at his feet, telling For everyone, this young man is far from harmless in appearance.

{Cyrus? Il Rachat, may I think so, today's scene is your conspiracy? } Voldemort looked at Cyrus calmly, and talked with him in Parseltongue.

{You think too highly of me, Lord Duke, in fact, all of this was an accident. I just wanted to play a treasure hunt, but unexpectedly I woke up an unexpected person! } Cyrus shrugged, looking depressed.

Voldemort turned his gaze to Imerton again. This man, no, this resurrected undead was too powerful. He didn't need to try to know that he was on par with his strength. Moreover, because it was in the territory of the undead, Voldemort His magic power was suppressed, and he knew that he had no chance of winning against Imerton.

{My purpose is this "Golden Book of the Sun"...} Voldemort slightly nodded at Imerton. His behavior surprised the Death Eaters. This showed that Voldemort was showing weakness to Imerton. Could it be that Voldemort was not this undead opponent?The Death Eaters were already thinking about how to escape unscathed.

{I can see that your soul is flawed...} Imerton raised his eyes and glanced at Voldemort.

{So, I need the key in your hand, and in exchange, I am willing to help you as much as I can! }Voldemort thought that his stance had been lowered.

{"The Golden Scripture of the Sun" is not for repairing the soul, but for saving the undead. Your problem can only be solved by the "Bible of the Undead!" } Imerton smiled and glanced at Cyrus, as if watching a child play a prank.

Cyrus touched his nose, turned his head away, and looked at the ceiling again, pretending not to see Voldemort's angry eyes.

{So, I was tricked and used by him! } Voldemort sneered twice, the anger in his heart accumulated to a critical point.

{As far as I can see, he is not yet capable enough to distinguish the true purpose of the two texts, but, in return for waking me up, I am willing to solve your present problem for you...} Imerton turned suddenly to Voldemort, Seriously.

His words made Cyrus turn his head quickly, his face turned pale.

{What about the price?I don't believe you would be so kind...} Voldemort was surprised but not surprised.

Imerton looked around with a half-smile, and finally fixed his eyes on the eyes of the statue of Horus, and said sarcastically, {The "Sun Golden Sutra" in your hand belongs to me, and promise to make a copy for me thing. }【You can't do this, Emerton, do you know who he is?He is destined to be a slicing devil, oh, you may not know what a slicing is, I mean, Voldemort is doomed to fail, you will do no good by helping him, and you will offend the god of fate...] Cyrus hurriedly used God's will stopped Imerton. He didn't want Voldemort to have his soul repaired. His family business was planned with the blueprint of Voldemort's destruction.

【Oh, is it so?Cyrus, my child, how did you see the trajectory of fate? ] Imerton turned his head sharply, and Cyrus was choked by the sharp divine sense.

Cyrus touched his nose, looked down at his nose, nose and heart, not daring to say anything.

Imerton gave Cyrus a cold look, 【I will discuss your problem with you later, my dear disciple. ] Cyrus shuddered, regretting his impulsiveness.

Although the interaction between them is silent, the way Imerton and Cyrus "eye-eyed" makes it hard to believe that they were not originally related.

{ do something for you?I can only promise within my ability... As for this scripture, how do I know that you will keep your promise to mend my soul after you get the "Golden Sun Sutra". I need you to make an oath, Emerton. } Voldemort thought for a while, and asked Emerton very seriously.

{Yes, I can swear in the name of the god of death Osiris, you know, this is the highest god I serve, so, on the other side of the oath, your name is Voldemort, right? }Imorton said very readily.

Voldemort thought for a while, {My real name is Tom Marvolo Riddle, and Voldemort is a new name I gave myself. } Imerton nodded, and gave Voldemort a meaningful look, {Changing your name doesn't necessarily change your destiny, Tom Marvolo Riddle, if you can't face up to the past, you can't control the future either. } Voldemort pouted contemptuously, disapprovingly.

Cyrus couldn't help but chuckled when he heard it, but quickly covered his mouth, but still felt the concerned eyes of the two big men with a bitter face.

{This boy needs discipline, Imerton, I don't think he has much respect for the strong. } Voldemort glanced at Cyrus, and spoke slowly to Imerton.

Imerton smiled, {He needs to be disciplined more than this, but this is not your concern, I have other arrangements for him. }The high priest of death's tone of indifference and indulgence made Voldemort frown, but now he has no time to entangle the relationship between Cyrus and Imerton.

{Voldemort, since you chose this name, you must have an unusual obsession with changing fate. Perhaps, you will have more cooperation with me in the future on how to change fate...} Imerton paused for a moment, quite concerned He glanced deeply at Voldemort.

{Let’s talk about the future, what I care about is the present. }

{Then, from now on, I will hold a soul-calling ceremony for you. You must find a person who was born on the same day as you within seven days, and use this person’s soul as a sacrifice to mend your soul. Remember, It must be found within seven days, otherwise, the flaws in your soul will not be healed, because this ritual everyone has only one chance. }{make a deal! }