From Concubine to Pharaoh [Transmigration Book]

At the end of the wartime meeting, Erich sent Solan and others back to their respective residences.

After finishing all this, she came alone to the largest embalming workshop in Thebes, where she stared at the body of a lion head for a long time.

"Miss Elyse..."

The embalming craftsman who happened to enter the workshop recognized her and hurriedly greeted her.

"Don't worry, we have already sewed up the body of Sekhmet, and prepared the best pine resin, spices and linen. We will give her a good ride."

The envoy of Sekhmet has always traveled between upper and lower Egypt, hanging pots to help the world, saving lives and healing wounds.

When the embalming craftsman said this, he was also very sad for a while, with a strong nasal sound in his voice.

Alixi didn't answer, she still stared intently at the peaceful lion's face, her heart was ups and downs, and she couldn't control herself.

I knew that in the war with Ra God, there would be victims.But the last victim that Ailixi didn't want to appear was this Sekhmet angel who had only met her once.

Every time Alixie couldn't help asking herself: Why her?

The answer is clear: to anger the mighty goddess Sekhmet.As His beloved envoy, the lion-masked girl was bound to become a victim.

But Alicia still asked herself this question over and over again.

why her?

Fate is amazing, she never thought she was a good person, but she was able to survive stumbling in this world.

However, Angel Sekhmet, who used to live so confidently, so optimistically, and so valuablely, wanted to be an innocent victim in the war. With her death, she would bring joy to the people she loved and rescued in the past. disaster.

The embalmer was used to seeing people who came to visit relatives and friends, so he didn't find it strange that Alixie looked like this, so he left with a soft comfort.

After a while, footsteps sounded, and someone came to Alicia, standing behind her as if away from her, and also staring at the body of Sekhmet Angel, as if silently feeling and understanding Alixi's memory of her.

"Is there a way?" Alicia asked suddenly.

"You mean... resurrection from the dead?"

Senmut spoke slowly, he had already understood the desire in Alicia's heart.

"Yes, I remember God Tut's honorable name is... the incarnation of profound and mysterious, the god who masters the mystery of immortality!"

Alixi turned around suddenly, her eyes were sharp, and she stared closely at Senmut's pair of pale golden eyes, which seemed to have a little more brilliance and hope.

Senmut smiled wryly and said, "It's a pity that I am no longer a priest of God who follows God Tut."

Alixi was stunned, and then remembered that Senmut became a demigod because of his belief in the goddess Mut. He is indeed independent of God Tut and has his own power.But it has begun to distance itself from the authority of God Tut.

This was the result of her dragging him into the water, and he didn't complain or regret it, but he didn't know if he was disappointed occasionally.

"But based on what I have mastered as a priest of God Tut in the past, I can only answer you: no."

Senmut replied softly, with understanding and sadness in his eyes.

"What the god Tut has mastered is the mystery of immortality—it is somewhat different from resurrection from death."

"The spirit of Sekhmet's envoy is about to enter the underworld. What we can do is to hand her over to the embalmers and send her to the last journey. We hope that she can enjoy happiness in the underworld and get eternal life."

"Eternal life..."

Alice lowered her eyes in disappointment. She couldn't help but recall what she saw under the Great Pyramid that day, when people climbed the tower frantically for the word of eternal life.

These apparently vague words are more effective than all the warnings and dissuasions she can think of, and can make people desperate for the vision of these two words.

"But I know that what Sekhmet envoy wants is not eternal life."

She raised her eyes again and explained in a low voice to Sunmut.

What the lion-masked girl is after is definitely not going to the peace and enjoyment in the afterlife, but in real life.The fullness and abundance that one feels when giving and giving.

"Alice, with all due respect, what you want is obviously not eternal life."

Senmut stretched out his hand and gently stroked the strands of hair hanging from Erich's smooth forehead to straighten them out.

There was a sudden light in Alicia's eyes.

Yes, to inherit Sekhmet's wish.While alive, saving more people from illness and poverty, allowing them to have food and clothing, dignity, and enjoyment of life—this is more meaningful than pursuing eternal life blindly.

Perhaps this is the ultimate weapon against the sun god Ra—let people have new beliefs, let people desire this world more than the pursuit of eternal life, take this as the foundation of new beliefs, and make Egypt no longer a country. Forever marching towards the realm of death and silence, let it be reborn from head to toe.

"I see, thank you, my friend!"

Erich stepped forward lightly, opened her arms, and gave Senmut a hug, then quickly turned around and disappeared from Senmut's field of vision—she used the small window of the Eye of Horus to jump again, Rush to meet Nanna.

Senmut, who stayed where he was, lowered his head, as if he was still immersed in that hug.

The dense sadness he felt in his heart should be caused by the sting caused by the word "friend" in her mouth.

He has done so much for her, he knows her and knows her, no one can do more and better for her than him.

She is always evading.

Is she heartless?

Sen Mut held back his sadness, looking at one body after another lying flat in the embalmer's workshop——

These are the ones that are truly heartless. After all, the heart, lungs, liver and intestines must be taken out and placed in small jars separately.

And his heart was exactly like this, it had already been taken out and given to her.

Upper Egypt, Hirsilah.

This is the capital of No.17 Nome. It was originally a bustling metropolis, but now it has become a piece of scorched earth.

There are ruins and ruins everywhere, and the wooden structures and exquisite fabrics in the houses have all been burned. The embers are curling up on the ruins of these dilapidated houses. Under the reflection of the bloody sunset, the whole city is only scary and desolate.

Is this the first city in Upper Egypt to suffer misfortune?

Lomondo, a warrior from Asiut, led two familiar locals to check the mechanism again, and then exchanged glances with each other, preparing to retreat.

At this moment, the sound of extremely heavy footsteps suddenly sounded on the street in the distance——

A figure appeared at the end of the street, and the shadow was stretched extremely long by the setting sun.

"Oops!"

Lomondo cursed in a low voice, and then gestured to the people around him: Hide on the spot and don't be found.

He had been warned not to look directly at that person, and he had also seen himself fleeing from his companions in a panic, turning into a fireball within a few steps.

The two locals didn't dare to neglect, and quickly pointed out the hiding place.

The three of them didn't even dare to breathe, except for the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer to their ears, they could only hear the heart beating violently in their chests - thump, thump, thump...

Immediately, there was a thin sound of water flowing.

Lomondo was overjoyed: the mechanism, the mechanism, the mechanism has been touched!

He leaned against the remnant wall behind him, poking his head out a little: he saw bright red liquid flowing on the ground, heading towards the source of the footsteps.

The sound of footsteps accelerated significantly, followed by the sound of the beast sniffling vigorously, and a low growl mixed with joy.

Lomondo heard such a voice, and the hairs on his vest seemed to be standing up one by one.

He tried his best to completely shrink his body behind the broken wall, and tried his best to control his breathing so that the sound of breathing would not be noticed.

At this time, the wall in front of the mechanism was pushed away, the wooden barrel was smashed, the sound of gurgling water came, followed by the sound of liquid pouring into the greedy throat——

Become!

Lomondo felt that the two companions on the left and the right were holding his arms tightly.

It worked!

They tricked the terrible god into gulping it all down with blood-red wine.

In order to simulate it realistically, they were also forced to slaughter a lamb that was originally intended for sacrifice, which simulated the smell of blood.

According to the legend, when this person wakes up again after being drunk, the madness will disappear, and God will be shocked by the tyranny He has inflicted on this world, and stop here...

Perhaps because they were too excited, Lomondo and his companions made a little noise at the same time.

The sound of swig drinking stopped suddenly, followed by the sound of footsteps.

Lomondo's face changed abruptly, his body froze in place, and his blood seemed to freeze.

Heavy footsteps coming towards Lomondo, thump, thump——

Lomondo prayed repeatedly in his heart: down, down!

They also clearly replaced the legendary beer with a more intoxicating fruit wine this time, just to make the goddess drunk faster and sleep more peacefully after being drunk...

But the footsteps were steady all the time, without the slightest staggering drunkenness, and they were behind them in a blink of an eye.

Lomondo's heart jumped into his throat, and he even closed his eyes and turned his head, not daring to look at the side of the broken wall, for fear that when he opened his eyes, he would see a ferocious lion's face suddenly appearing in front of him.

Lomondo thought to himself: In fact, it doesn't matter if he died, but he failed to complete this well-designed trap, and he owed the great trust of the people of Asiut and Hirsila.

"Boom-"

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped suddenly.

A vicissitudes and deep voice sounded: "Who is it!"

Lomondo hurriedly grabbed the two companions from left to right, lest they jump out in panic and report themselves: "Who am I!"

At this moment, all three of them heard clear footsteps in the distance.

As the footsteps in the distance got closer, the movement behind the broken wall also resounded.

The deep voice soaked in the vicissitudes of the years asked again: "Who are you?"

To Lomondo's surprise, the voice even trembled.

God... Could it be that there are times when you are so excited and afraid that you tremble?

Only a soft female voice sounded from a distance: "Why are you drinking again?"

Lomondo and his companions?

How is this wine?

It's obviously blood, it's blood!

Were they so easy to see through the subtle traps they thought they had set up to hide it from the sky?

Lomondo couldn't bear his curiosity, so he leaned out quietly and looked in the other direction of the road.

At the end of the street in the twilight, Shi Shiran came to a beautiful woman in a bright red skirt, but with a ferocious lion's head on her head, her eyes were bright, and she walked slowly towards this side.