when i got pregnant with the last god cub

accept fate.

These four words have been lingering in Song Cheng's mind, echoing over and over again.

You cannot protect them, and you who lose the Lord God, Nephthys, and me are nothing.

Even if I can let the child go today, others will not let him go in the future.

Song Seung, you're not Osiris, you can't lead them to the light.

Song Cheng, why aren't you Osiris?

Seth's words turned into flying knives, and the knives pierced his heart.

After the gods heard these words, they all faced in silence. They really would not betray Osiris, but they had to admit it.

The young man standing in front of them at this moment is not a throne chosen by the Supreme God himself.

He is not Osiris with the ancient gods flowing in his blood, nor can he hold the stick of power in his right hand and the Book of the Dead in his left hand.

They chose to remain silent and not to betray, because they were blessed and favored by Osiris in their early years, so they never left.

And he, not Osiris.

He's just the reincarnation of Osiris, and doesn't even have full past life memories.

Song Cheng's hands holding the glass were trembling, and his pale cheeks had lost a lot of weight in just a few days.

He looked at the child in the cradle, Horus was still a small ball, his golden eyes were as beautiful as two little suns.

This perfectly inherited his father's appearance.

At this moment, Zai Zai didn't cry, but reached out his hand hard, trying to touch his father's sad cheek, and then gave some weak comfort.

Hathor stood aside, tried to speak several times but hesitated to speak.

In fact, he didn't know what Song Cheng was thinking, and how he could comfort himself.

During these few short days, every time the gods went out, they left under everyone's prayers. Some people returned safely, while some did not.

Not even Hathor himself could deny what Seth had said, that they had indeed come to an end.

If the main god does not return, or Nephthys and Seth are killed, they will be wiped out without any suspense.

This is a life-threatening battle.

Hathor lost his mind after thinking about it, until Song Cheng's hoarse voice woke him up.

"Hator, do you think I...can protect everyone?"

The young man didn't look at her, but calmly kissed the cheek of the child in his arms.

Hathor smiled wryly. Although everyone knew the answer, he kindly replied, "Maybe, because...you are the reincarnation of Osiris."

Song Cheng smiled, with a hint of helplessness in his voice:

"Yeah...other than that, who else am I?"

Since he was crowned with the name of Osiris, he was just a stranger with Song Cheng's name and wearing Song Cheng's skin.

He can't take a step back to become Seong Seung, and he can't go one step forward to become Osiris.

Everyone was hoping, desperately, that he could be Osiris.

Nephthys is, Seth is, maybe Zheng Yanxu also hopes so.

He lost himself in a trance, hated the appearance of a man like never before, and dragged him into this huge vortex with his own hands.

"Who is Song Cheng?" the young man murmured.

Hathor's heart tightened, "Your Highness, you are Song Cheng, and Song Cheng is Osiris."

"Essentially, you are all the same person."

"You just... dare not admit it."

Hathor's words woke up the young man who had been searching for answers. Song Cheng raised his head, his pale lips trembling slightly.

He resisted being Osiris because everyone around him was born for Osiris.

Nephthys was like that, Seth was like that, and... men.

Zheng Yanxu waited for thousands of years for Osiris, and even created the goddess Isis in order to get closer.

Obviously becoming Osiris can have everything, but Song Cheng doesn't want to.

Because he loves him, loves himself as an ordinary human being.

Song Cheng, as Song Cheng, he seemed to have never gained anything.

Horus patted his father's cheek with his small hand, trying to get his attention.

Song Cheng took advantage of the situation and held the child's limp arm, and the moment he lowered his head, the boy giggled.

And in those golden eyes that resembled his father, Song Cheng's figure was all reflected.

Song Cheng was slightly taken aback, maybe he didn't have nothing.

At least the little guy in front of him actually came out of his stomach.

Song Cheng felt his eyes slightly wet, and soon he adjusted his mood, turned to Hathor and asked:

"Can our people feel the breath of Nephthys and Seth?"

Hathor was taken aback for a moment, wondering why the young man asked this suddenly.

He nodded and said, "Yes, but...we can't save them."

"Nefthys' aura is already very weak, and Seth's aura mixed with her, is also very weak."

Hathor hesitated before saying, "Edbridge and Sobek are torturing and teasing them."

A generation of sun fell into a deep sleep for a short time due to the influence of the snake bone of the chaotic snake.

In this way, no one can suppress Edbridge, the snake god, and Sobek, the crocodile god, and the two brothers do whatever they want.

In particular, Nephthys and Seth once wanted to kill the two gods and then quickly.

The narrow-minded snake god and the tyrannical crocodile god will not let them go easily.

Song Cheng was silent for a while after listening.

Hathor sighed, "Your Highness, we have tried our best..."

But soon the young man interrupted his words, his eyes clear:

"Kate's golden coffin, Nephthys didn't take it away?"

Hathor was taken aback, "No, no..."

The golden coffin was given to Nephthys by Song Cheng on the day of gift giving, but then Nephthys returned the golden coffin to Tina, the God of Sleep.

Song Cheng also knew about this, and in order to show his trust in the God of Sleeping Dreams, he acquiesced in Nephthys' actions.

At this moment, Nephthys was arrested, but Kate's golden coffin was still in Tina's hands.

"Your Highness, what are you going to do?" Hathor couldn't help asking.

Song Cheng smiled faintly at him, and said in a low voice:

"Maybe Seth is right, and sooner or later I have to accept my fate."

If he wasn't Osiris, he would be Osiris.

The Sleeping God never thought that there would be someone crazier than her in such a desperate situation.

Song Cheng looked at the cold golden coffin silently, and behind him stood a group of gods with different faces.

Hathor was the first to yell out for his crazy idea, "Your Highness, this is absolutely impossible!"

"Horus still needs your care! If... there is any accident, Horus will lose his only relative in this world!"

Song Cheng raised his hand to stop his persuasion, "Hator, I won't die."

There was still a comforting smile on his face, "Let me do this, I can't just watch Nephthys and Seth being tortured to death."

Hathor's words froze, and after a moment of silence, he opened his mouth and said:

"I still hope you will think twice."

"Horus has lost one father, he cannot lose a second."

"Perhaps Song Cheng's deduction is correct."

Tina, the god of sleep, who was standing aside said suddenly, "Wisdom once said that there are two ways to get Osiris back."

One is to retrieve the memory of Osiris's sinking into the underworld, and the other is that Song Cheng dies, and the crippled soul sinks directly into the underworld and becomes the king of the underworld.

"Perhaps now is the time to try the second approach."

Hathor was taken aback for a moment, then frowned: "Tina, wisdom is gone."

"What's more, what Toth said was not without risk, that's why we asked Nephthys to invite your help. If Song Cheng lay in the coffin, he didn't become Hades, but..." What if he died directly?

Hathor didn't want to talk anymore, he was in utter pain.

"I understand your concerns," Tina walked over and said softly, "But Hathor, we have no way out."

"What we need now is Pluto Osiris who leads us through the darkness, my dear, it's time for him to come back."

Hathor's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief: "What about Song Cheng? What if he can't become Osiris, I mean if he..."

Tina didn't answer his question, but the young man smiled lightly, his eyes resting on the child, tender and nostalgic.

"I'm all right, Hathor."

How could it not matter!Hathor wanted to say this sentence and shouted, but he froze as soon as the words reached his mouth.

The young man looked back at him with too calm eyes, as if he had accepted his fate just like that.

Anubis said that everyone has their own mission and destiny, and even the favorite of the Lord God can only be reborn after catastrophe.

Hathor finally understood Song Cheng's unwillingness and resistance.

Becoming the reincarnation of Osiris is not a gift from the gods as human Song Cheng, but an inescapable disaster.

Here he was destined to be sacrificed, and then the resurrection of the great throne Osiris would be accomplished.

Song Cheng's helplessness and sadness, his refusal to admit it, were all smashed to pieces in front of the reality, and turned into ashes.

The mourning of the gods is silent candlelight, not enough to light up the whole room, but it makes Song Cheng, who is lying in the coffin, feel at ease.

When Hathor and Tina worked together to close the coffin lid, Song Cheng slowly closed his eyes.

He read what the man had said, accepted his fate, and waited for him to come back.

It's just that the person who was waiting for her husband's return at that time didn't know if she was still the same one.

Song Cheng felt the wet tears dripping down his neck, and then the cold nail pierced his skin soundlessly.

When pain and darkness, exhaustion and suffocation came to his heart together, he saw a light in a trance.

Something began to drill into his mind crazily, completely occupying his thoughts with an irresistible meaning.

A familiar feeling came to mind, it was indifference and the powerful force in the bone marrow.

And the part belonging to Song Cheng began to be torn apart, and then divided into small pieces and broken pieces.

He could only helplessly feel the whole process of being killed, until everything began to change.

Tears blurred his eyes, and in the dimness, he still felt someone standing in front of him.

Song Cheng tried to move his stiff body, and the moment his fingers clenched tightly, an incomparable amount of strength was released and retracted at the fingertips.

The young man's slightly drooping face was expressionless, and he couldn't even feel a little bit of surprise.

He just raised his head, a pair of dark green eyes reflecting indifferent tones, narrowed slightly.

This is a high platform, and he sits on the throne in the center of the platform.

When he looked down, he clearly saw the young man standing under the steps.

He has a face similar to his, with an overjoyed expression, although he is already restrained.

Anubis knelt down on one knee and respectfully said:

"Welcome to the return of my lord father."