Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 864

After the four ancient priests were killed, the main hall of the temple fell into an eerie silence. The remaining eight ice pillars stood quietly, with spider-web-like cracks on their surface, but there was no sign of further cracking.

Befa stood in front of Perfect, her maid uniform covered with ice crystal fragments, but she still stood as straight as a pine tree.

Perfect walked forward slowly, examining each icicle carefully.

She reached out and touched one of them, and felt a bone-chilling chill from the icy surface.

"It seems that these icicles have lost their effectiveness." She withdrew her hand, a thin layer of frost condensed on her fingertips: "The priest inside may have completely lost his vitality thousands of years ago."

Befa had already turned off the high-output mode at this time, and those seemingly slender hands really didn't seem to have the strength to easily shatter these icicles.

"Destroy them all." To ensure that nothing could go wrong, Perfecto gave the order decisively: "Crush their heads. Make sure nothing could go wrong."

Befa obeyed the order and moved between the icicles like a ghost.

Each of her strikes was precise and powerful, accompanied by crisp cracking sounds. Holes that pierced through the heads of the ancient priests appeared on the eight ice pillars one after another, crushing the heads of the sealed priests' corpses. Their dry faces seemed to still retain the terrified expression they had in life at the last moment.

"You can let them in." After confirming that there was no danger, Perfect said to the guard at the door.

When the scholars returned to the main hall trembling with fear, the scene before them made them gasp.

The elderly scholar adjusted his glasses with trembling voice: "This, this is a priceless historical heritage!"

His assistant knelt down in front of the broken icicles, and stroked the ice crystal fragments on the ground with trembling fingers: "These murals, these inscriptions, my God, this footprint stepped directly on the most important fragment!"

Befa stood aside expressionlessly, and there were indeed a few ancient scratches under his feet.

“That’s enough.” Perfect interrupted their lamentations with a cold voice: “If these priests were allowed to live, you wouldn’t even have the chance to mourn now.”

The scholars remained silent, but soon pounced on the destroyed bodies of the priests as if they had discovered a new continent.

A scholar carefully picked up a dry arm and said excitedly: "Sir! Although these mummies have been oxidized and blackened, some of the ornaments on them are still quite intact!"

"And these icicles!" His assistant pointed at the bodies of the priests whose heads were smashed by Befa, "If they can be sealed in time, perhaps the remaining parts of the bodies and the frozen artifacts can be preserved!"

He summoned up his courage and bowed deeply to Perfecto. “Sir, I beg you to allow us to transport these icicles and corpses back to the laboratory. This may be the most direct evidence for us to understand the ancient priest system and the mythological era!”

Other scholars echoed this, their eyes gleaming with academic enthusiasm.

Perfect looked around, seeing the complicated expressions of these scholars who were both heartbroken and excited, and nodded slightly: "Okay. But there is one condition -"

The voice suddenly turned cold, "You must prioritize the deciphering of the prophecy. The research on these artifacts cannot delay the main task."

"Of course! Of course!" The scholar nodded repeatedly, "We will divide into two groups and proceed simultaneously. We swear in the name of the sun god Ra that we will never delay your important matter."

Perfect turned and walked towards the altar deep in the main hall, and Befa followed silently.

Behind her, scholars were frantically directing workers to use specially made sealed boxes to preserve the broken icicles and mummies. Their cautious actions were in stark contrast to their previous panic when they were escaping. Behind her, scholars were treating the broken relics with an almost pious attitude, while workers were carefully carrying the remains of the icicles.

These fragments, carrying thousands of years of history, have finally gained the respect they deserve as cultural relics after a brief period of violent destruction.

Passing through the magnificent main hall, Perfecto came to the deep back hall area of ​​the temple.

The light here was obviously much dimmer, and the air was filled with a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.

She looked around and found that it was an ingeniously designed secret room that had obviously been used for some important religious ceremony.

In the center of the secret room, there is a square stone pool embedded in the ground. However, the water in the pool has already solidified into a thick layer of ice, emitting a cold blue light under the dim light.

This scene felt extremely familiar to Perfectot - just like what she had seen last time in the secret room at the rear hall of the Temple of Nefer Hekate, the same flooded room, and everything was frozen.

Those objects and decorations that were eternally frozen seemed to be silently telling some forgotten ancient secret.

Last time, she chose to use violent means to directly dig out the entire secret room.

But this time, Perfect stood in front of the ice pool and pondered for a long time, and finally changed his mind.

She turned and walked out of the secret room and called the chief scholar in charge of excavating the temple.

"I want to know what's inside," she said to the scholars, pointing to the frozen chamber, her voice calm but unquestionable, "You can let the alchemists cooperate with you in the research. Remember, what I want is a complete discovery, not a pile of fragments." After that, she turned and left the temple, leaving the scholars looking at each other in bewilderment.

After returning to the temporary camp, Perfect went straight to her room. She turned on the lamp on the table, took out a piece of white drawing paper from her bag, and carefully spread it on the table.

She then picked up a sharpened charcoal pencil and began to accurately "reconstruct" the entire temple structure on paper based on her meticulous observation and amazing memory.

During the drawing process, she suddenly remembered a famous temple in ancient Egypt in her original world.

The architects of the temple used amazing astronomical knowledge to ensure that every year on the birthday of the deity, a beam of sunlight would pass through the temple's complex passage structure and accurately shine onto the face of the statue in the deepest part of the temple.

Even in modern times, when scientists tried to relocate the temple as a whole, using the most advanced computer modeling and precise calculations, there were still slight deviations in the date when sunlight hit the statue after the relocation.

This association made Perfecto's eyes light up.

The reason why she did not destroy the temple structure this time was because she found some architectural features that looked like light channels during the survey.

She suspected that this temple might also hide similar ingenious designs, and perhaps have some mysterious connection with the movement of celestial phenomena.

"If that's the case," Perfect muttered to himself, drawing precise lines on the paper with the charcoal pencil in his hand, "then the whereabouts of the prophecy book is likely related to this mechanism."

She decided to first completely restore the three-dimensional structure of the temple, and then use calculations and simulations to find out the possible hidden mechanisms.

This work requires great patience and precision, but for Perfecto, who pursues the truth, this is the key to solving the mystery.

(End of this chapter)