Oh, my god! God, so much dog!
Motorola was so excited, he trembled all over when he saw the golden coffin.
After transmigrating for so long, this was the first time he had seen so much gold!
"Open it for me!" Motorola walked to the edge of the golden coffin, his hand touching the cold, smooth surface, and shouted at the slaves.
The slaves gathered around, picked up their tools, and were about to insert them into the gap beneath the coffin lid.
"You damn idiots!"
"No tools allowed! This exquisite coffin, I want to keep it for myself later!"
The slaves had no choice but to drop their tools and use their hands to lift the pure gold coffin lid.
Six meters long, three meters wide; judging by that, it must have been incredibly heavy.
A few slaves strained with all their might, but the coffin lid remained unmoving.
Seeing this, Motorola quickly called dozens more slaves from above.
However, it was still useless!
Motorola shooed the slaves aside, pulled out a small notebook and a tape measure, and began to calculate.
Ten centimeters thick, six meters long, three meters wide. Based on the density of gold, 19.2 grams per cubic centimeter, we can calculate...
"Fuck!"
It was nearly thirty-five thousand kilograms!
Motorola's eyes sparkled. Calculating based on the gold price when he transmigrated...
"Hiss~~~~~"
This single coffin lid alone was worth over two billion US dollars.
Looking at the coffin body below, Motorola quickly took out the quick-acting heart-relief pills from his system space. Without even counting, he swallowed a whole bottle.
"Fuck!"
This entire set of coffins, if placed in the twenty-first century, would definitely make the Forbes list!
"Hiahiahiahia~~"
"I'm going to buy Microsoft and make Gates write programs for me, damn it!"
System: Whether you can afford it is another matter, first think about how to open the coffin, you King of Fools!
Hearing the system's complaint, Motorola realized he had gotten happy a bit too soon.
He stared at the coffin lid in front of him, a frown on his face.
Thirty-five thousand kilograms, thirty-five tons.
Without lifting equipment, it seemed impossible to move this thing!
After thinking for a long time, he couldn't come up with any good ideas, so he shamelessly communicated with the system.
"Great System, can I borrow your space to store this coffin lid first?"
System: Storage requires a rental fee of one hundred points per ton per day.
Motorola: "Rent it, rent it! Don't say one hundred, I can afford ten thousand!"
As he placed his hand on the coffin lid, a white light flashed, and the coffin lid instantly disappeared.
The surrounding slaves immediately knelt down, shouting in unison.
"Our Emperor is awesome!"
"Awesome Plus!"
"Quack quack quack~~"
Motorola, hearing the cheers, laughed so hard he sounded like a goose.
"Rustle~"
"Rustle rustle~"
"Rustle rustle rustle~~~"
Suddenly, a series of faint rustling sounds came from all around.
Motorola, who had been happy, quickly stopped laughing and looked around vigilantly.
The slaves also sensed something was wrong and quickly gathered around Motorola.
"Rustle~ Rustle rustle rustle~~"
The sound grew closer and more numerous.
"Emperor! Scorpions, so many scorpions!"
Suddenly, a slave cried out in terror, pointing at the opened coffin.
Motorola looked in the direction he pointed. Indeed, a scorpion stood at the mouth of the coffin, and this was just the first one!
More scorpions were crawling out of and into the coffin.
"Scorpions, there are more over there!"
Another slave pointed into the distance.
Motorola quickly looked over again. By the distant wall, in the darkness beneath the torchlight, countless scorpions were emerging and constantly moving towards them.
"Fuck!"
Motorola cursed, put away his Sand Eagle, snatched a torch from a slave, and peered into the coffin.
He had to get the mission item first!
Otherwise, with so many scorpions, who knew when there would be another chance to get the mission item?
However, as the torchlight shone into the coffin, Motorola was stunned!
Inside the coffin lay a mummy wrapped in burial shrouds. That wasn't the main point!
The main point was that in the six-meter-long coffin, besides this mummy, there were countless small scorpions.
These small scorpions were not the main point either!
The main point was that there was a giant scorpion, over three meters long!
The scorpion was staring at Motorola with its cold, green eyes, and viscous, dark green saliva continuously dripped from its mouth onto the bottom of the coffin.
Any small scorpion that came into contact with the saliva was instantly corroded into a smelly liquid.
The scorpion's tail was raised high, with the sting hooked upwards, holding a scepter. The sapphire inlaid on it gleamed with a faint light under the torchlight.
"No, that's not right!"
There had been a faint glow below earlier, but this scorpion only appeared after the coffin was opened. Where did that earlier glow come from?
However, Motorola didn't have time to ponder these questions. His mind was racing, desperately trying to figure out how to get the scepter.
The 3D map clearly indicated that the mission item was this scepter!
"Call for reinforcements!"
Motorola shouted towards the hole he had come from, telling a slave to inform the soldiers to come down and assist.
He himself raised his Sand Eagle and fired several shots at the giant scorpion's tail!
"Bang bang bang~~!"
With a click, the magazine was empty.
"Hiss~~~~!"
The giant scorpion's tail was hit, and it let out a chilling scream.
Then, it lowered its body and instantly leaped out of the coffin towards Motorola.
Motorola was no longer the desk-bound programmer of the past. He rolled on the ground, dodging the fatal blow.
At the same time, he pressed the magazine release with his thumb, and the magazine dropped to the ground.
He wiped his hand on his leg, and the loaded magazine was instantly attached.
With a click, the bolt reset, and a round was chambered. He immediately resumed firing at the giant scorpion.
By this time, the small scorpions had surged forward like a tide, and the situation was precarious.
The slaves picked up the tools they had discarded and continuously struck the ground.
However, they still couldn't prevent the occasional small scorpion from crawling onto them, raising its sting, and piercing their bodies, injecting large amounts of venom!
The slaves who were struck by the scorpion's sting didn't last even ten seconds before they collapsed limply to the ground, allowing countless small scorpions to crawl over them and continue attacking others.
"No more, enough!"
Just then, voices of soldiers could be heard from the hole.
Then, soldiers began to jump down from the hole, wielding their single-shot muzzle-loading flintlock guns and attacking the small scorpions.
Seeing the reinforcements, Motorola shouted loudly: "Hey, hey, me~~"