I lost the sun god

This business scope is completely wrong, how do you want me to give a solution.

"Mr. President, look outside, the dead are all alive." Shreve ran over and said anxiously.

Clemens' face changed when he heard that. He walked to the window in three steps and looked out, only to see finger bones protruding from the ground under the black and red sun. The palms that had been rotted so long that only bones were left supported the ground, and the dead climbed up from the ground bit by bit.

Seeing such a strange and terrifying scene, a folklore expert unconsciously read out: "The ancient pharaohs were resurrected under the mighty power of the underworld, and the dead who slept in the underworld embarked on a journey of return."

"In addition, the previous red light entangled the ten-thousand-year ship, and the blood covered the Gaogang land. Akhenaten's prophecy has been fulfilled in two parts, so the next part should be the last part: silent darkness rules the universe , the dark world became extremely beautiful, the great gods disappeared, and people celebrated with singing and dancing."

"It shouldn't be possible." Shreve's Adam's apple wriggled and swallowed.

Not to mention that ancient Egypt died long ago. The current Egyptians and ancient Egyptians are completely different races. Except for the same name, everyone does not have much inheritance relationship. They will not be happy for the return of Osiris, the god of the underworld. Now such a weird and terrifying scene, who can sing and dance happily.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sun, which was radiating endless black and red light, shrank suddenly, the light stopped, and the night returned to the earth, and the evil dark red light slowly faded away.

The world in sight began to become normal, as if everything that happened just now was just an illusion.

"Disappeared." Clemens murmured.

"It seems not." Shreve said weakly, "The sun is still there."

While the two were talking, Miro City suddenly fell silent, both the living and the dead stopped suddenly, as if a person watching a movie in front of a computer screen pressed the pause button, and all actions stopped. Retain the appearance of the previous moment.

After a few seconds of silence, under the terrified eyes of Clemens and others, these living people began to step on a unified pace, singing and dancing.

"At dawn you rise from the sky, you, Aten! Shine in the day, you drive away the darkness, you shine light, every day is joy in upper and lower Egypt, people wake up, rise up, this is you, make They got up. They washed and dressed and raised their arms."

The passionate singing dispelled the haze in the city, the dark night sky seemed to be full of vitality due to the passionate dance, and the whole world became joyful.

But none of the people in the presidential palace could cheer up.

Because the dancing posture of the living person in their eyes was extremely stiff, the moment the living person turned around, they could clearly see expressions of panic that had already frozen on the face of the living person.

It's like a string puppet being manipulated.

And the entire Miro City is a super-large puppet theater.

Chapter 60: Changing the Fate of Ra's Aging

Outside the city of Miro, skeleton slaves who had already turned into white bones drove slowly forward in two-wheeled chariots. Countless dead people who climbed up from the ground bent their blackened knees and faced these god-like slaves. The pharaohs knelt down.

The pharaohs covered in gray and white bandages sat on the chariots and looked down on all living beings like gods aloft.

They are back.

After praying tirelessly to the gods, they finally returned from the world of the dead to the world of the living after thousands of years.

In the Egyptian Presidential Palace, Shreve watched the millions of people in Miro City outside the window singing and dancing in the dark like puppets manipulated by someone. His body trembled, he staggered, and sat down on the ground.

"It's over."

With such a big incident happening in Miluo City, he, the Minister of Civil Affairs, has finally come to an end. No matter how this incident ends, whether the ending is good or bad, he can only voluntarily resign after such an unreasonable pot is smashed down. The only difference is whether after resignation he spends his retirement at home or in prison.

After 30 years of trembling and trembling, he finally climbed to a high position, but was beaten back to his original shape in one day.

God, am I not religious enough?

Why are you punishing me like this.

Clemens noticed that Shreve was limp on the ground, but he was in no mood to comfort his right-hand man, because his face was almost as black as a black man at this moment.

Osiris, god of the underworld, returns to earth.

Millions of people in Miro City were manipulated.

If such a big matter gets out, it will definitely cause a sensation at home and abroad. If he can't solve this matter, he will definitely end up worse than Shreve.

Blaming, impeaching, calling for him to step down are just normal processes, a bad psycho shooter will be in place, give him a bullet of encouragement, and send him to God.

Thinking that he might not end well in the future, Clemens couldn't maintain his enthusiastic appearance, and his tone unknowingly became stiff, "Experts, please tell me how to solve it. this matter."

No one spoke, and the people in the presidential palace didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear that if they breathed heavily, they would be mistaken by the president for taking the initiative to answer questions.

"Nininetir, you are my advisor, you speak first." Seeing that no one was willing to speak, Clemens called the names in a blunt tone.

I am not your consultant, I did not promise you to be a consultant.

Even if Ninenetir had the desire to express himself, he didn't dare to talk nonsense at this time, but seeing Clemens' darkened face, faint anger and aggressive gaze, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say: "In ancient Egypt, when this happened, the high priest called the believers to hold a high sacrifice."

No matter what the real solution is, first fool the person in front of you.

Gather believers to hold a big sacrifice?

Clemens frowned. They have nothing to do with Egypt and ancient Egypt. Although the name is still the same, the race has changed more than once.

Moreover, the belief in the Egyptian gods has long since declined. If there were no pyramids and temples, the belief in the Egyptian gods would have disappeared without a trace, just like the belief in the American Feathered Serpent. No one even mentioned it. .

He wondered if he could gather so many believers who believed in the Egyptian gods to participate in the great sacrifice if he held a great sacrifice.

If the gods do not really exist, he can use some subsidies to allow believers of other religions to come and pretend to be believers of the Egyptian gods to participate in the grand sacrifice. After all, if gods and money are put together, believers will like money more.

But the gods of Egypt are real, and if he asked a group of pagans to participate in the sacrifice to the gods of Egypt, he doubted if he did this, would the god Ra send him a fireball in the middle of the sacrifice? , Send yourself to the underworld with those heretics.

"Is there any other better way?" Clemens asked.

No.

All the folklore experts kept their mouths tightly shut, not daring to speak.

The most well-known experts wanted to reduce their presence to zero, for fear that the president would suddenly call their names.

For a while, the atmosphere in the Presidential Palace resembled the classroom atmosphere felt by jet-lagged students when the teacher rolls their names to answer questions.

Is there really going to be a big festival?

Clemens thought in his heart that his own group of people who occupied the land of the ancient Egyptians went to sacrifice to the gods of the other party, no matter how they thought about it, it would feel very bad.

He felt that if someone occupied his house, beat his servant to death, and ran to him and said hello to him with a smile, it would be fine if he didn't have the strength. If he had strength, he would definitely make the other person feel what anger is.

But given his current dire situation, even if there were any problems at the grand ceremony, it wouldn't make his situation worse.

"Contact immediately..."

Just as he was about to perform the great sacrifice, a voice sounded.

"It's useless."

The voice is loud and hasty.