Give Me the Name of God

The air duct in the dark room seems to be preset in some way, so that the pan flute can only play a simple love song.

But Manda's skills were much better. Not only could he play the flute, but he also played a majestic war song.

As soon as the flute sounded, the human face and tentacles that appeared on the rock wall disappeared instantly. Chuyt and Kesto, who were still lingering on the ground, suddenly stood up and walked side by side towards the huge rock.

They pressed their hands on the rock, and the muscles in their arms swelled inch by inch. Along with the passionate melody of the war song, they slowly pushed the boulder out of the cave.

Manda was very satisfied with their performance. Of course, the timbre of the pan flute was still a little softer. If it were replaced with a trumpet, it would be more infectious.

After finding the exit, Manda retreated while playing the pan flute, but stopped again when he retreated to the entrance of the cave.

The war song made him passionate and made his thinking more focused. He thought of a serious problem.

Now if they go out from here, they will continue to get lost in the cave, and without the restraint of the panpipe, Typhon will attack them at any time.

Unless Manda kept playing the flute until she died of exhaustion, they would not be able to leave the cave.

How can I get out?

Manda turned her attention to the third mural.

In this mural, Manda also saw the shadow of gold coins, which proved that there was a treasure behind this painting.

What kind of treasure could this be?

First of all, according to common sense, it can be inferred that the pan flute belongs to the god Pan, then the other treasure must belong to Typhon.

This is not a random guess. First of all, it can be confirmed that the person trapped here is definitely not Typhon himself. Otherwise, let alone God Pan’s artifact, even God Pan himself would not be able to trap him.

The real Typhon often haunts the Valley of Resentment and is growing his team of followers, and what is trapped here should be part of his power.

Where does His power rest? It must be on some treasure.

If that treasure can be destroyed, Typhon's power can be completely eliminated, and they can leave the cave safely.

Although there is a little less basis, Manda believes that his speculation is very reasonable. Moreover, it is not a criminal investigation now. Manda does not need to find evidence for every step of his reasoning. When life and death are at stake, all methods are worth trying.

Manda glanced at Cesto and had the impression that this young man was proficient in many musical instruments.

Kesto understood what Manda meant, and he also knew how to play the flute.

Manda handed him the panpipe. The lingering sound of the music was still there, and Kesto immediately started playing almost seamlessly.

But the style of music changed, and he played a touching little love song again.

Seeing the eyes of him and Chuitt meet, Manda was too lazy to care and decided to give them some private space.

He walked over to the mural and took a deep breath.

He was curious about what Typhon's fetish looked like.

According to the description in the Book of Temples, Typhon rarely used weapons, and his hundred arms could lift a mountain and fight the gods.

Since it's not a weapon, is it something else? Feathers on him? hair? Scales? Or is it……

When Manda dug out the mural, the answer immediately appeared in front of her eyes.

It was a harp, a very fine fourteen-string harp.

Unexpectedly, Typhon was a person who loved art. The Book of the Temple only described his vulgar and cruel side, which was obviously biased.

But Typhon was as strong as a mountain. Is this harp a little too small for him?

You can't think like this. The size of artifacts can change. Just like Aegis and Lightning Scepter, they don't look very big, but in Zeus's hands, the size will definitely increase several times.

Manda took out the harp and was imagining Typhon playing the harp when he suddenly heard a loud noise and the whole cave shook.

Rubble fell, dust flew, and hundreds of voices rang in my ears at the same time.

"I have never been in debt. Next time we meet, I will grant you a wish!"

What, what does this mean? What's not debt? What wish?

The cave gradually calmed down, and there was no sound.

Manda was still in a daze, but suddenly Ogg woke up, rubbed his head and said, "The great prophet woke me up. He said he knew the way out and could take us out of here."

Manda looked down at Ogg: "Didn't you say that the great prophet's eyes were covered?"

Ogg closed his eyes, communicated with the gods for a moment, and said to Manda: "The person who covered the prophet's eyes has left."

Already left, Typhon left here.

Manda personally released Typhon, perhaps a part of Typhon.

Looking at the panpipe at Kesto's mouth and then at the harp in his hand, Manda realized that she had done a terrible thing.

By the time everyone left the cave, it was already late at night. They had only been gone for a day, but they felt like they had been in the cave for a year.

The lion girl stepped forward and hugged Manda, wiping the blood and dust from his face.

Manda forced a smile, but her eyes were very distracted, as if her mind was still in the cave.

"What's wrong? No harvest?" asked the lion girl.

"Yes, of course there is. It's very rewarding, but I can't tell you now."

"It's been a great harvest and you are all still alive. Isn't it worth being happy?"

"I'm happy, very happy. Can't you see how happy I am? Let's find a place to rest for a while. I'm just a little tired."

The camp in the mountain was burned down, and everyone could only sleep in tents. Manda almost didn't sleep all night. Seeing that he was worried, the lion girl turned to ask the other three people, but they were tight-lipped and didn't reveal a word.

The next day, Manda handed over the Crispy Stone Mountain to Chigseh and led everyone back to Parrot City. When they arrived at the castle, Manda found the most secret room and summoned the old goat.

The reason why he didn't summon the old goat on the Crispy Stone Mountain was that he was afraid that there might be ears in the wall and leaked the news, and he hadn't figured out how to explain this matter yet.

In fact, Manda still hasn't figured out how to explain it. His current idea is not to explain it at all.

"Distinguished guest, congratulations to you. You recovered those cows within the specified time limit. The gods have given you a reward."

Manda smiled hard: "That's great, there is a reward. I really didn't expect it."

The old goat was stunned, took out a piece of pure divine blood stone and said, "Don't you want it?"

"I do. Of course I do. How could I not?" Manda took the sacred blood stone. "With this piece, really, I will be promoted soon. It's great..."

The old goat frowned: "What happened?"

"No, nothing happened..."

"If you don't tell me, I can leave."

"No, don't worry," Manda opened the Styx island and took out the pan flute, "Actually, I also have a gift for you."

When the old goat saw the panpipe, his expression changed instantly: "Where did you get this thing? Oh my god, how did you bring it out!"

Manda smiled awkwardly: "Take it out and give it to you!"

"Are you crazy? Do you know what this is for? Put it back quickly. Without this panpipe, the harp alone cannot be controlled for long."

"Is this the harp you're talking about?" Manda took out the harp from the Styx Island.

The old goat's dark cheeks instantly turned white.

There will be another chapter at 6 o'clock tonight. I am working hard to add another chapter. Thank you all readers for your support.