I loaded the Mysticism panel.

The first anti-tomb-robbing curse was placed on a stone tablet covered with inscriptions.

The key clicked into the latch and turned half a turn, and the curse fell asleep.

The tense ethereal atmosphere surrounding the stone tablet relaxed, turning into a stagnant pool.

Richard pasted the "mirror" on it.

The moment his real name was read aloud, Richard clearly felt...

The stone tablet recognized its master, and the power on the side of the master's body noticeably increased.

The mummy container, located far offshore from the port, was reinforced.

It raised its hand, and the mirror on the sea surface unfolded again, covering a wider area than before.

The golden light shone down, and the mirror reflected it back, creating a blinding reflection in the perception of the two guardian masters.

The Sun Tradition expert had to dodge, something that had never happened in the previous two trials.

If the true name of one old item can be read out, it can be enhanced to this extent. What about reading out all four items?

Richard acted quickly, applying the second curse to a painted wooden coffin.

The coffin lid was painted with the winged goddess Isis, but most of the paint had faded.

"Whoever takes this thing will perish in the river."

The key with the mummy inscription was probed into the lock again, but this time it didn't turn very smoothly.

Isis's protective spell is quite different from the anti-tomb-robbing curses left by ordinary priests.

There is a touch of motherhood mixed in with Isis's curse.

The key got stuck halfway through turning.

The curse is asking: Are you my son?

Mummies were priests, but priests and pharaohs are two different things.

Isis's curse is effective on the Pharaoh, but not so much on the priests.

Richard thought for a few seconds and then changed his approach.

Instead of forcibly opening it with the priest's inscription, extract the inscription about the "Eye of Horus" from the mummy and lure it over there.

Horus was the son of Isis, and the locks of his mother had to be opened by the son's hands.

The curse hesitated for a moment: "You are not my son."

"But you bear his name."

The silhouette of the wooden coffin's curtain emerges: Isis spreads her wings to cover a golden pharaoh's coffin.

With his real name read, the expert's true identity has become even stronger.

The mummy in the harbor turned its sea mirror upside down.

The old mirror could only reflect the light from the sky back to the mirror, but the flipped mirror reflects the seabed.

The seabed is dark, and darkness is the domain of shadows.

Underwater, shadows began to drift away throughout the entire anchorage area.

The sun expert poured golden light several feet underwater, and the golden light bounced off the flipped mirror.

The expert in using a stove began heating up the entire sea surface, attempting to steam the mirror-like surface apart.

However, the mirror is much thicker than the last one.

The two defensive experts had to put in even more effort to deal with the situation.

The city's sensor network has been further weakened.

The third curse is on a gilded mask, the side of which features the face of a pharaoh.

The sun shining on the pharaoh signifies his coronation; last time, a sun enthusiast profited from this resonance.

Richard unlocked the mask while Sun Master was still being held at the port.

Otherwise, once the golden light returns, the mask and the sun tradition will resonate, and Richard will be caught in the middle, getting attacked from both sides.

The curse on the gilded mask is simpler than the previous two.

Ultimately, the pharaoh's mask was for the pharaoh himself to wear.

The priestly inscription contains a section specifically describing the ritual for preparing masks for the pharaoh.

The maker has the right to touch the mask; it opens with a turn of the key.

The mask's real name was read aloud.

The fourth old item is the best-preserved of the four canopic jars.

The lid of the jar features Imset, one of the sons of Horus, who guards the liver.

Its curse is similar to the one on Isis's wooden coffin, also infused with maternal protection.

But there was an extra layer compared to the one on the wooden coffin, a layer Richard had never seen before.

He stuck the "mirror" on and tried to read it. Suddenly, the curse erupted; it was crying.

The liver, which had been pickled in the jar for thousands of years, had been crying for decades as it was dug up from the ancestral temple and transported across half the sea by ship.

The liver belongs to Imset, and Imset guards "direction".

The liver has been moved from its proper place, and it has lost its direction.

For thousands of years, it has only recognized one place: the lower right corner of the deceased's chest cavity.

It is now in a wooden box in the basement of the Imperial Capital Museum.

It didn't know where it was, and its cries carried far behind the curtain.

Richard's heart sank slightly.

Such cries would not be heard by ordinary people.

Those with a knack for it may feel something twisting in the right side of their chest at this moment.

He led the mummy inscription over and gently placed it on the mouth of the jar.

"iw-i iry wab en-ek."

(I will cleanse you.)

After the priest's purification incantation, the crying gradually subsided.

The curse was lifted, and the true name of the Canopy jar was read aloud.

The fourth enhancement to the side of the expert's main body.

On the sea outside the harbor, the mummy stands on the sea mirror, its entire body enveloped in a light that blends indigo and black gold.

It raised its right hand, wrapped in linen, and extended it toward the two guardian masters.

"Helio Montagu! Come here!"

The golden sun pressed down from high above, its rays pouring onto the sea.

But this time the sea mirror caught it.

The beam of light was split into dozens of beams, which were refracted onto the sea surface on both sides of the harbor, turning the water into a silvery white.

The mummy shattered a mirror beneath its feet and pulled out a piece of the Shadow Spear from the shards.

The spear is black, with a pointed head and no shaft... the whole spear is just a tightly twisted shadow.

It was thrown out, and the shadow spear spun in the air.

The golden light tried to shine on it, but it slipped through the gaps in the golden light.

The spear struck the line where the golden light met the sea, creating a crack in the line.

Golden light leaked out from that opening, and a hole had been chiseled into the bottom of the bucket.

The Sun expert had to divert resources to patch that hole.

The furnace expert flanked from the other side, and the molten iron wall closed in on the mummy.

The mummy calmly withstood the impact of an entire wall of molten iron.

Only the surface of the linen was charred, and after the true names of the four old items were read out, its durability improved significantly.

At that moment, the two defenders made a decision: they could no longer linger at the port.

Every second the other party delays, another piece of the old stuff in the city might be demolished.

Once all the old items have their true names read out, the power of this container will likely approach the level of the master's original body.

At that time... the golden light began to recede towards the port, and the furnace fires were also withdrawn.

Richard felt a chill run down his spine; they were coming back.

Inside the warehouse behind the iron gate, only a few key old items remain.

In the deepest part of the warehouse, silver threads laid out on the ground to form a circle that was even more intricate than the outer circle, with the Holy Scepter hanging at its center.

The scepter is cast entirely in black bronze, with a crouching sacred bird at the top.

The sacred bird's long beak was slightly open, and a crescent moon was held atop its crown.

The staff is covered with inscriptions that are earlier, denser, and deeper than those on other antique objects.

Richard's vision was deflected the moment it touched the scepter.

He took a half step back, shaking off the lingering, numbing sensation of inspiration.

The scepter belongs to Thoth.

Thoth, the god with the head of a saint.

God of wisdom, god of writing, god of the moon, god of accounting.

Among all the gods in the Black Earth River basin, Thoth held an extremely special position, never taking sides.

Horus and Set were fighting, and Thoth was keeping track of the score.

Ra and Apophis were locked in combat, while Thoth kept time.

Isis and Nephthys were arguing, and Thoth was arbitrating the dispute.

It only records and weighs; it decides who is right and who is wrong.

Therefore, this scepter does not recognize the Black Soil River Master.

Richard pushed the "mirror" forward a tiny bit, lightly touching the etheric field on the outer layer of the scepter.

The feedback from the scene was clear: a condescending, judge-like disgust towards the forger.

Richard was thinking quickly.

Thoth's job was to "keep the truth."

The secret of the Black Soil River Master lies in "name, mirror, and substitute," with substitution being the most crucial element.

The essence of substitution is replacing the real with the fake.

You take someone else's name, wear someone else's face, and live in the world under someone else's identity.

In Thoth's view, this was tantamount to falsifying the ledgers.

Your name is clearly Zhang San, but you come to me and say your name is Li Si.

I searched through the ledger for ages but couldn't find you because the name you submitted was fake, and the accounts didn't match.

Thoth hated nothing more than discrepancies in the accounts.

Therefore, the Holy Scepter will reject the Black Earth River Master.

To what extent is the rejection?

Richard recalled the chaotic battle at the end of the second trial.

The scepter was placed in the central position, and the eyes of the sacred bird on the scepter were half-closed from beginning to end, and it even rolled its eyes.

But there's no time now, the two experts are about to come back.

He mobilized his forces and tentatively made a request to communicate.

The sacred bird on the staff suddenly opened its half-closed eyes.

It spoke, just one word.

"isfet! (Fake!)"

The sacred pheasant raised its neck and let out a sharp cry.

The entire sealing array of the warehouse was ignited by this sound.