Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

"It's really useless to rely on them. In the end, everything still depends on me."

"...I hope to get as much information about the foreign land as possible before that. We know absolutely nothing about Him. But speaking of it, after Shu's death, the world seems to have changed for me..."

The thought flashed through his mind. Standing on the pristine water surface, La felt that the time nearby seemed to slow down again.

No, not like.

Looking down at the human world, La realized that this was not his illusion, but time had really slowed down.

The speed of the entire world slowed down a little, which manifested itself as time being stretched, and it was most obvious where he was.

This slowness seems to be from high to low, gradually intensifying from the outer layer of the world and the source sea, and constantly spreading to the entire world.

It's like a dying person trying to delay the arrival of death, longing for a turnaround that he doesn't know whether it exists or not.

"Is it because of Shu's early death? Yes, the death of one of the Nine Pillar Gods has plundered part of their essence. Although this is not a serious blow to a world, it is an extremely dangerous omen."

"So the world began to save itself. He further slowed down the passage of time, and then stirred up the origin at all costs... But He was not aware that this behavior was nothing more than a slow death."

I don't think this approach makes any sense. Of course, maybe it does, but I'm just not able to observe changes at that level yet.

In short, no matter what, La cannot actually change the changes caused by the world's instincts, and he does not intend to do anything.

It is not the time for him to take action yet. Shu's death is already a thing of the past. Although the result is unexpected, La can only choose to accept it.

No matter how much they hate Isis for causing this unfavorable situation, and no matter how much they hate foreigners, this game of chess must continue.

"Hmph - betrayer, do you think the gods of a foreign land will trust you?"

With a cold snort, La noticed that the climate in the human world had changed again without anyone noticing.

And it seems that perhaps because of Shu's death, the magnitude of the change this time is much greater than he thought. The barrier between the source sea and the material world seems to have been weakened, and they can penetrate with stronger power.

Of course, this is mutual, not just for them, but also for their opponents.

"Let's get started. This is already the second time. I hope this time... you can achieve some results."

Under Ra's gaze, the changes in the human world were like a silent film in fast forward. Tefnut's rainstorms fell first, and sandstorms hovered over the desert.

All kinds of wild beasts showed ferocious eyes, and they seemed to be insects and ants in the desert or birds in the sky.

As for Toth...

"Eh - it seems he still has some skills."

With a flash of his eyes, La discovered that the other party seemed to be trying to perform an act similar to the descent of God. However, in the process, it seemed that many sorcery techniques were used and mixed in.

Shu didn't do this before because he couldn't do it at that time. Even Ra only sent down an oracle, and then was restricted to the source sea, outside the world.

But because of Shu's death, the law seemed to have a small loophole. This loophole could not be bypassed by divine power for the time being, but for Thoth, who took over some of the magic secrets after Issi's death, it seemed that he could indeed take advantage of it.

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On earth, the royal palace of Memphis.

The changes in the sky had not yet been reflected on the earth, and even the person involved himself did not know that the moment he stepped into the palace again, it would be the day of Shu's death.

Moses only keenly discovered that when he appeared before Pharaoh again, the wind in the sky outside the palace seemed to become even stronger.

The violent airflow made bursts of noise, hitting the buildings and withered plants, making sharp explosions.

The strong wind blew through the streets and alleys, flowing back in the narrow space, like the scream of a night owl, harsh and sharp.

The strange weather was like someone wailing, cursing, and venting his malice to all things... Moses couldn't help but sigh in his heart, because he was not the only one who noticed his movement, but Pharaoh also heard it.

"Guards, expel him. This is not a place where he should set foot!"

Inside the tall and magnificent palace, Ramses II had a solemn expression on his face.

Seeing Moses again, Pharaoh was filled with murderous intent, but after his last experience, he knew very well that it would be difficult for him to kill him.

This was a sinner who was favored by the evil god. He could cast witchcraft, summon swamps, and even create curses. Not long ago, a more loyal slave among the Hebrews secretly ran out from their gathering point, informed Pharaoh of the changes there, and even offered a basin of clean water.

It was because of this loyal slave that Ramses II knew why his plan did not work. It was not because his plan was wrong, but because the other party had supernatural power to help him.

However, seeing is believing. In order to verify the slave's words, Pharaoh ordered the criminal to drink the basin of water to see if it really has the ability to "distinguish beliefs and bestow curses."

The result was not surprising. Those who still believed in the Egyptian gods died of old age the moment they drank the water, while some faithless criminals were unharmed.

"Your Majesty, your persistence will not get you what you want. I don't intend to be your enemy, we just want to leave here!"

With a wave of his staff, the guards around him retreated. Moses' voice was still loud under the wind outside the palace: "Egypt has lost a year's harvest because of this, and all the vegetation in the fields has withered and turned yellow."

"What price do you want to pay before you let us go? You can't stop us forever. One day -"

"--no way!"

The voice was cold and resolute, the Pharaoh's tone hard as steel.

"You are the wealth given by God to the Egyptians, and you are the sinners banished by the gods. No one can leave until you have redeemed your sins!"

Clang——

He stood up suddenly and pulled out the bronze sword beside him. Ramses found that the opponent's magic was stronger than last time.

But it didn't matter. The reason why he was not afraid of Moses' methods and didn't care about the snake he conjured and the wind he summoned was because these powers had no effect on him.

He is the Pharaoh, a god on earth in the eyes of the Egyptians. This is not a statement that is meant to fool people or maintain mystery and prestige. In fact, it is just an objective description.

Because the pharaohs and their descendants were protected by divine power, no folk sorcerer could harm them with magic. The divine power from the sun always surrounded Ramses, and although he could not use it, he could still be protected by it.

brush--

He strode forward and slashed with his sword, his eyes behind the golden mask filled with murderous intent.

Mortal soldiers cannot hurt you, but your magic can never hurt me. Just because you have courage, do you think I don't?

when--

The air was cut by the sword's edge, and Messer was caught off guard. The guards around him were also stunned for a moment.

No one thought that the Pharaoh, as the lord of Upper and Lower Egypt, would actually do it himself.

He raised his hand to parry, and his cane blocked the edge of the bronze sword. But under the opponent's attack, Moses couldn't help but take a step back.

"Hehe... sinner, where are your magic and your gods? You have repeatedly tried to get me to let you go. Isn't the best way to capture me and the master of Upper and Lower Egypt in your hands? Now the opportunity is right in front of you, so why don't you do it?"

bang——

Another heavy blow. Although decades of shepherding life made Mercer's physique not weak, he had indeed never learned martial arts.

When the supernatural powers of both sides were ineffective against the enemy, he could only defend himself. In front of him, the Pharaoh was still merciless.

"Come, fight me back. If you can defeat me, I will acknowledge that your God is better than my God. Then you can hold me hostage, make your soldiers retreat, and lead your people away."

"But why don't you do it? Is it because you can't do it?"

brush--

The long sword swept across, and Messer dodged it awkwardly. He waved his cane lightly, and an invisible force immediately pulled him away.

However, Pharaoh strode forward and struck with his sword again.

However, after several rounds, Moses finally reacted and did not take the sword. He just flashed and came to the gate of the palace.

"Ah."

The distance was instantly pulled away, and with a sneer, Ramses II saw the enemy go away and did not pursue him. He was also very old, standing in the center of the palace, the pharaoh stood with his sword.

At this moment, he felt the changing looks of the guards and ministers around him. His morale and confidence, which had fallen after the previous defeat, were restored in just a few short strikes, and his fear of the evil god was also swept away.

Yes, the Pharaoh is still there. Even if he is protected by evil gods, the Egyptians still have gods in the world!

"Phew - Your Majesty, your swordsmanship has opened my eyes. But the will of God cannot be stopped by the power of mortals."

Standing at the gate of the palace, Moses never expected that Ramses, the Pharaoh of Egypt, would dare to draw his sword to fight.

What if he still had some hidden tricks? How would he deal with it? But at this moment, Messier had to admit that although this was a bit risky, it was indeed the best way to deal with it.

He also noticed the changing gazes around him. The people's hearts, which had been loosened due to the loss of contact with the gods, seemed to be close again.

My idea of ​​leading the people away would probably be even more difficult to achieve.

"Oh, Moses, what you call God's will is nothing but the power of an evil god."

In contrast to Moses, Pharaoh stood in the center of the palace with a firm tone.

"The glory of Ra shines on the world, just as the sun rises every day, without interruption. Moreover, as the manifestation of God on earth, I am right here. If you have the ability, then come and kill me."

"But as long as I don't fall down..."

“Then the Egyptians will not submit to you!

slam-la-

Suddenly, as if in response to Pharaoh's declaration, a flash of lightning brought a torrential rain to the dry land a moment ago.

Heavy rain fell from the sky, instantly washing away the previous dust.

Seeing this scene, the guards around seemed to recall the achievements of Pharaoh Ramses II. Just as he said, he had never retreated once.

"…Your Majesty, it seems that I cannot convince you. But I believe that one day, you will change your mind."

Moses looked around. At this moment, in the palace, those ministers who had originally had flickering eyes became determined.

He took a step back and his body was immersed in the rain.

Such heavy rain is not a big deal for the city, as it already has measures to deal with rain. But for the hundreds of thousands of Hebrews living in simple houses outside the city, it is a huge disaster.

He waved the staff again, and the increasingly magical snake staff immediately took him away, and the palace of Memphis became quiet again.

……

Clang——

Inside the palace, Ramses II took a few steps back, sheathed his sword, and sat back on his golden throne.

He glanced at the ministers present, and no one dared to look him in the eye.

That's good, because the turmoil caused by an oracle from the high priest was easily quelled, and nothing can unite people better than a victory.

However, the arrival of this heavy rain was somewhat coincidental. Is this another punishment from God? Regardless of whether it is or not, it is indeed urgent to eliminate these sinners.

"Everyone, you have seen it. These people who have been punished by God have become more and more rebellious. So if I decide to raise an army to destroy all the Hebrews, how long will it take to prepare?"

His expression was calm as Pharaoh asked calmly, as if he wasn't talking about a massacre.

"...Your Majesty, if you mean 'crush', then that is not difficult to do. But if we mean to kill them all...the enemy's civilians outnumber our soldiers by a lot. Unless we are in a city and can guard the gates and walls, it is basically impossible to kill them all."

A minister responded, and what he said was exactly the reason why Pharaoh did not use direct violence before.

"...Well, so as long as there is a city, it will be fine, right?"

As his fingers stroked the hilt of the bronze sword, Ramses II's eyes became increasingly cold.

At a certain moment, as if he had thought of something, he asked, "I remember that those sinners were responsible for building the temple?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. It's just that the construction has been temporarily suspended due to the previous natural disaster."

"very good."

Nodding, Pharaoh seemed to have discovered something. He raised his hand slightly, signaling the minister to take note.

"That evil god believer who can perform sorcery is very capable, right? Tell him I have changed my mind."

"The Hebrews were declared sinners by the god Ra, so they could not leave. But if they could atone for their sins, that would be considered."

"One temple is not enough. If they can build a city like Heliopolis and worship the god Ra, the Sun City, then perhaps their sins can be forgiven and the gods will allow them to leave."

The oracle that the high priest had received before also reminded Pharaoh that the holy city seemed a little far away from Memphis.

Give the sinners hope, build a city, and then dedicate this city and their lives to the god Ra, and eliminate the potential crisis at the same time.

"Go ahead," Pharaoh said calmly, "If they don't obey, there will only be war."

"Their blood will dye the Nile red, and their corpses will make the grass and trees more fertile next year. This is my last mercy."