Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 862

The cold wind blew up fine snow particles and whistled across the vast sand dunes, making a whimpering sound.

Perficot stood on a sand ridge, her black cloak fluttering in the wind, and she stared at the snow-covered depression in front of her - according to the comparison of the star map provided by the kings and chiefs with the ancient map, the temple of Savra was buried under this flowing sea of ​​sand.

The sand dunes in the distance appeared an eerie blue-gray color in the twilight, as if the whole world was frozen in time.

"Regent, the energy tower has been deployed and the snow melting operation has begun." An engineer wrapped in thick cold-proof clothing hurried over to report, with a thin layer of frost on his goggles.

As he finished speaking, a small mobile energy tower unfolded at the edge of the depression. The huge tower body slowly stretched out, making a sound of metal friction.

Hot steam gushed out from the top of the tower, forming a white column in the cold air.

The constant temperature force field was then deployed, covering the area where the temple was located, and the surrounding temperature began to slowly rise. Although the temperature was still below zero, it was no longer so low that even the frozen soil could not melt.

Workers began working by operating steam drills. These special drill bits can spray out high-pressure and high-temperature steam.

As the drill goes deeper into the ground, white steam gushes out of the borehole, gradually melting the deep ice.

The melted ice water seeped into the sand, carrying away the loose sand particles. The sand and ice that originally buried the temple were peeled off together with the snow, just like peeling off a thick veil.

Gradually, the outlines of the buried buildings below began to emerge - first the heads of the two twenty-meter-tall seated statues of Safra, and then their drooping faces.

The stone surface covered with ice crystals glowed with a cold blue light in the twilight. The eyes of the statue seemed to be inlaid with some special gems, reflecting an eerie light under the light, as if a sleeping goddess was coldly watching these uninvited guests.

"It's here." Perfecto whispered, and the white breath he exhaled condensed into frost in the air and was quickly blown away by the cold wind.

Her voice was very soft, but it made everyone present hold their breath.

The scholars behind him could not hide their excitement. One elderly scholar tremblingly raised a bronze lantern, and the dim light illuminated the ancient inscriptions that were gradually emerging on the base of the statue.

Those twisted cuneiform characters were the doomsday warnings recorded in the Heliopolis Frost Prophecy. Every symbol seemed to contain a biting chill.

The workers quickly set up a temporary camp around the temple. Tents supported by steel structures were erected, and snow bricks mixed with gravel were piled up based on these tents. Soon, snow houses were built one after another.

The energy tower's constant temperature force field extends to the entrance of the temple, continuously dispelling the chill that is constantly invading from inside the temple.

As the first shovel of sand was removed, the true appearance of the temple gradually revealed itself to everyone.

The huge stone door had long been sealed by thick frost, and its surface was engraved with twisted runes that flashed an eerie blue light under the light.

Perfect reached out and touched the stone door, and she felt a piercing pain in her fingertips. She quickly retracted her hand and found that a thin layer of ice had formed on her fingertips.

"It seems that these characters are not just decorations, but some kind of ancient cryogenic curse that has not yet been ineffective after thousands of years." Perfect stared at the runes, then shook his hands and ordered in a cold voice: "Break it directly."

The steam drill roared and started again. The workers adjusted the nozzle angle and concentrated the high-temperature steam on the ice between the door cracks. The white steam and the blue ice fought fiercely, making a hissing sound.

When the stone door finally opened slowly under the brute force of the machine, a cold wind that had been silent for a thousand years blew towards them, carrying tiny ice crystals and hitting everyone's protective clothing with a rustling sound.

Several workers who got too close suddenly turned pale and quickly retreated into the force field of the energy tower.

In the area of ​​the front hall called the Corridor of Cold Wind, twelve crystal clear icicles stand majestically, each containing the ice sculpture remains of an ancient priest.

The priests' costumes are well preserved, with the gold threads on their ornate crowns and robes still clearly visible.

Their faces are lifelike, some have their hands folded on their chests, some look up and open their mouths, as if they are still silently reciting prayers.

The most disturbing thing is that the eyes of all the bodies are open, and there seems to be a lingering fear in their pupils from the last moment of their lives.

“Don’t touch the icicles!” the scholar warned hastily, his voice echoing in the empty temple. “Legend has it that looking directly at them for too long can cause hallucinations. These priests may have volunteered to be guardians.”

Several workers who were carefully observing the icicles immediately took a few steps back upon hearing this. Some of them began to rub their eyes, as if they had indeed seen something they shouldn't have seen.

Perfecto ignored the warnings and walked straight towards the main hall, her boots making crisp crunching sounds on the thin ice-covered ground.

Her goal was clear: to find the complete text of the prophecy.

The dome of the main hall is inlaid with a huge piece of meteorite. Under the illumination of the searchlight, this black meteorite, together with the carefully carved patterns on the dome and the ice crystals inlaid around it, form a shocking huge star map.

But a closer look reveals that this star map is not a depiction of the real starry sky, but an artistic presentation of a doomsday prophecy.

When Perfectoct observed this meteorite in conjunction with the other murals in the main hall, he suddenly understood everything.

That piece of meteorite refers to the "white star" mentioned in the prophecy, and the surrounding murals depict the scene of the white star descending to the earth, Safra releasing her icy power, and bringing eternal winter to the world.

"It seems that we have finally found the right place this time. Dig! We must find the original copy of the prophecy!" Perfect gave the order loudly, staring grimly at the piece of meteorite representing the White Star on the dome of the main hall.

These ordinary workers, and even the scholars around her, may not know that White Star has returned and the world has indeed ushered in the doomsday winter.

The predicted return of the Ice and Snow Goddess has brought the end to the entire world. The life of the entire world is less than 300 years old. If the problem cannot be solved, then mankind will be completely extinct within a few decades.

In the future, human civilization will become like these ancient priests frozen in icicles, a permanently frozen relic until one day the earth becomes warm again, and the ice will melt and reappear on the surface.

Just as Perfect was staring at the icicles, thinking about what the future fate of mankind would be like, an ancient priest in the icicles seemed to move.

(End of this chapter)