Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 605 Remnants
Just as Sun Hang was about to study the structure of the sand boat, the survivor he had rescued suddenly began to murmur with his eyes closed.

At first glance, these murmurs sound like the meaningless babbling of someone in a coma, but upon closer listening, it seems to be a very unique language. Unfortunately, Sun Hang couldn't understand this language at all.

Before the fall of Egypt, the official language of the country was Arabic. In addition, English, an international language, was also widely spoken there. The rest were French, Spanish, and other languages ​​commonly used in the Western world. However, the language that came out of this guy's mouth did not belong to any of the above languages ​​at all.

A hundred years, or five generations, is enough time to completely erase the traces of a civilized society and to change the language system of an entire region.

"Language analysis of the target is underway... The pronunciation of this language has been found to have a 73% overlap with Old Semitic languages, and comparison is in progress... Comparison complete, initial database being built... If more samples are needed to improve the accuracy of the database..."

More samples?

"In other words, get the target to say more," the mastermind replied. "The more language samples there are, the more accurate the translation will be."

"What did he mean by those words he just said in his sleep?" Sun Hang asked again.

"Sins descend from the heavens, messengers from the underworld awaken from the earth, and calamity devours countless lives."

"The cowards abandoned their ancestral lands, fleeing to heretical kingdoms; the abandoned sank into the sea of ​​sand, turning into pale, withered bones," the mastermind replied.

"It sounds like it has a very strong religious flavor," Sun Hang muttered. "The so-called 'messenger of the underworld' probably refers to the giant sand worm, right? The cowards must be the refugees who fled Egypt, and the abandoned ones can only be their ancestors."

Mastermind: "Literally speaking, you understand correctly."

Sun Hang poured some more water from the kettle and splashed it on the young man's face.

The other person let out a groan and then opened their eyes with some difficulty.

Upon seeing Sun Hang, he let out a low gasp and then reached out to touch the bone spears scattered not far away.

However, before he could even touch the bone spear, Sun Hang stepped on his wrist.

"I saved you, but you intend to kill me?" With the help of the mainframe, Sun Hang asked in the other party's language.

Although he spoke somewhat awkwardly, the other person clearly understood from the change in their eyes.

“Outsider! You’re an outsider!” the other person whispered.

“So what if you’re an outsider? There are plenty of people in the world, not just you.” Sun Hang retorted.

Judging from the other party's ramblings, although these survivors have lost most of what civilized society left behind, they still remember what happened. They also know that a group of people abandoned them and fled to other countries. Therefore, the fact that there are other humans outside the desert should not be something that is too difficult for them to accept.

"The High Priest said! When outsiders set foot on this land, destruction will come! You are a being that will bring calamity! I must destroy you!" The young man seemed to have completely forgotten his situation of being controlled by others, and shouted loudly at Sun Hang.

"First of all, if your priests' prophecies are accurate, then it's too late for you to eliminate me now. Secondly, if you have any conscience or brains left, the object of your elimination shouldn't be a fellow human being who just saved your life, but that damned 'calamity' that's about to descend."

The young survivor paused for a moment, his rapid breathing slowing down slightly... After a few seconds, he asked Sun Hang, "You didn't receive the blessing of the high priest, so why weren't you devoured by the messengers of the underworld?"

"You mean those giant worms that roam underground?"

The young survivor nodded. "Perhaps it's because I have this?" Sun Hang pointed to the "Nephthys" tattoo on his arm.

The young survivor's eyes widened slightly upon seeing the armlet, and he stammered, "This thing... is... is the Holy Ring?!"

"It seems that these survivors do indeed possess the Nephthys device left behind from back then, but it seems to have become a kind of 'sacred object' with more symbolic than practical significance to them," Sun Hang thought to himself.

These survivors are probably not infected, so they don't need the Nephthys device and won't be hunted by the giant sand worms. Those who need Nephthys are most likely infected among these survivors, and infected people with special abilities must have a transcendent status among the survivors... Thinking about it this way, it makes perfect sense that the Nephthys device worn by infected people would be regarded as a sacred object by ordinary survivors.

"Do people wear this where you live?" Sun Hang asked.

“Only high priests are qualified to wear the holy ring…” the young survivor murmured.

It seems the priest he mentioned is an infected person...

It must be said that infected individuals with special abilities do have a unique advantage when it comes to being charlatans.

"What's your name?" Sun Hang asked again.

"Nu...Nuer." Perhaps because Sun Hang was wearing the "holy ring" that only priests were qualified to wear, the young survivor's attitude suddenly became much more obedient.

"Besides you, how many other people live on this land?"

“There are many settlements… I don’t know how many… We rarely interact with people from other settlements…” Nur replied.

"How many people are there in your settlement? And how many priests do you have?"

"Our settlement... has over five thousand people... but only one high priest, who is called 'Anubis'..."

"Are there priests in other settlements?"

“Every settlement has a priest; a settlement without a priest cannot survive on this land,” Nur replied with great certainty.

"Then where is your settlement located?" Sun Hang asked again.

This time, Nur did not answer... Clearly, he still harbored some hostility towards Sun Hang, this outsider.

“Okay, let’s change the subject.” Sun Hang was well aware that it was a bit much to ask the other party to reveal the location of the settlement before trust was established. Although he was very curious about how a settlement of five thousand people could survive in such a barren place with nothing but sand and strange creatures, he still had to change the subject.

"When I found you, you were on the verge of death. Can you tell me what happened to you?"

“I…I’m hunting down a messenger from the underworld.” Nur pondered for a moment before answering Sun Hang’s question.

“Hunting…the messengers of the underworld??” This time it was Sun Hang’s turn to be stunned—he looked at Nur, who was lean and had no memetic aura, and then at the bone spears scattered on the ground.

Hunting? Giant sand worms? With these bone spears?

(End of this chapter)