Chapter 3463 (2/2)

When Brutus invaded the earth 0, the first place attacked here, and the United States is now in the afternoon. For Kandak, a country sandwiched between Egypt and Israel, the difference of 14 hours is another darkest moment before dawn.

Everything is quiet. The desert looks white in the moonlight. Some date palm trees can be seen occasionally at the distant water source, but the most conspicuous thing is the pile of ruins.

Statues, fountains, roads and beautiful houses are essentially all stones. Human beings use them to build symbols of civilization, but let them return to dust.

There was no electricity or light in the city. Some fires could be seen. People lying near the fire wrapped up blankets or sleeping bags one by one, waiting for the dawn in a frowning dream.

Su Ming quietly walked into the ruins of the city and came to the remains of a huge statue.

The aftermath of the battle also destroyed it. Now there is only one calf still fixed on the ground, which is askew as a sundial.

Reaching out and patting the calf, Su Ming felt the cold touch from the strangulation. Su Ming read a poem in a small voice:

”In the sandy silence of Egypt, there is a huge leg standing up and casting the only shadow in the desert. Please listen to the story of this shadow -- 'I am the great ochmantis, the king of kings, and this big city records my great achievements and great undertakings'. However, where is the king city now? In the past, castles in the air and remnants of today's wind erosion.”

”We therefore associate that one day in the future, a hunter, chasing wolves and crossing the wilderness that used to be London, will also imagine eagerly. Looking at the magnificent ruins, he stopped to guess how prosperous and strong the nameless people who once lived in barren land were before history.”

This is a poem by the British poet Horace. He wrote such a poem in order to compete with the famous poet Shelley.

Both of them wrote a poem with the same name but different contents on the topic of the remaining legs of a statue in the Egyptian desert. The name of this poem is the Pharaoh's name, ochmantis.

But this is not the end. Su Ming didn't come to North Africa in the middle of the night to admire the moon and recite poetry. He came to find someone related to this poem.

”Rustle...”

Behind him came the sound of footsteps. There was nothing to hide. It was the movement of sandals stepping on the desert. The vision of hanging could see a 360 degree panorama. It was a man approaching from the dark.

He was wearing a gold armor, which glittered even in the moonlight. He was wearing a purple cloth as a shawl and cloak. There was no sand on it because of the wind and sand.

With golden hair and a slightly smiling face, his chin was slightly raised and looked very dignified. He wore a thin gold hoop on his forehead, and the corners of his eyes painted a curved shadow shape with charcoal.

”How did you find me? The death knell.”

”Although you are good at hiding, you are not the one who can hide best on earth 0. I just need to guess what your retirement life is like, and then I can conclude that you will come to Kandak to watch the excitement, or help.”

Su Ming turned around, leaned against the rest of the statue's legs and smiled at the man coming:

”You like Egyptian culture, like keeping cats, want to observe human suffering and observe a road... Ochmantis, or prefer the code I call you, Pharaoh?”