Radiant Enemy

Originally, with Hilgner's means, it was easy to solve such a small disturbance, but no one knew that there were several pairs of eyes hidden in the crowd, and this disturbance was also caused by their deliberate design.

His cold and venomous gaze locked on Hilgna, like a poisonous snake hiding in the desert, waiting for an excellent opportunity to strike fatally.

——These people are exactly the ones Root managed to find.

He knew that Hilgna had become an important minister of the Egyptian court. If he was not dealt with while he was here, he would have no chance when he returned to the palace.

The manpower guarding Hilgna will be stricter, and the difficulty of killing him will suddenly increase.

But it's different here. Although I don't know what kind of medicine Hilgna took wrongly, he actually got mixed up with a slave because of his inferior status. It is impossible for Lute to miss this excellent opportunity to fish in troubled waters!

Of course he is not afraid of death, but every time Hilgner shows up, he will bring a lot of soldiers. He needs help, and other helpers may not be as willing to die as he is. Root can only choose a foolproof timing for his plan .

And now is the perfect time for them to create after observing and lurking for a long time.

Just when Hilgner was at his most relaxed after solving the disturbance, Lute smirked and rushed out from the crowd: "Go to hell, you foreign devil!!"

After all, Root was once a man qualified to be a general. His skills were fast and ruthless, and the dagger was smeared with the venom of the Cobra King. Even if it was just a scratch, it was enough to kill Hilgner!

Root is already crazy at this moment, his eyes are blood red, and his face is so burned that he can't see the original appearance. Although he has been separated from his wife and children, in order not to bring disaster to them, Root still destroys himself s face.

Root who wanted to kill Hilgna, even he himself couldn't tell whether it was really to protect his motherland, Egypt, or to stop having nightmares that made him suffer from nervous breakdown every night.

Anyway, Root was not afraid of death, he had already decided to die with Hilgna, and even looked forward to being freed from the never-ending nightmare.

—he has gone mad.

Root doesn't need other people to die with him, he just needs them to create opportunities for him.

If after Hilgna's death, the Pharaoh discovered Hilgna's weirdness and horror, Lute could rest in peace, and his name could even be recorded in the history books and passed down forever.

Root rushed fast and suddenly, none of the guards around Hilgna noticed anything was wrong, only Osman Diaz, who was blessed by the sun god, noticed something was wrong.

The pharaoh's body moved one step faster than his mind, and on the path of Lute's dagger, unexpected characters appeared.

"!!!!" Lute's eyes widened suddenly, filled with fear, but he couldn't take back his hand anymore, the dagger pierced the air and pierced towards the soft body, even though Lute had tried to change The trajectory of the dagger, but the Cobra King venom stained on it will also kill Osman Diaz through scratches.

——If Hilgna hadn't grabbed Osman Diaz's hand and stepped back.

It was too late and then too fast. As the target of the assassination, Hilgna's reaction was also very fast. He could have successfully avoided and subdued the killer at the same time, but the sudden appearance of Ozyman Diaz took him away. Hilgner's plans, as well as the killer's own, were thwarted.

Behind Hilgna is the swift Nile River, but he has no way to retreat, so he can only take Osman Diaz and fall into the rolling river.

"No—!!" Screams and cries rose to the sky, and people flocked to the river bank to try to rescue their saint, but what they saw was the constantly churning waves.

Root was desperately surrounded and captured by the soldiers. He failed, and even killed his pharaoh, and everything was over.

When Hilgna and Osman Diaz fell into the icy and fierce river, they realized that they could not freely control their bodies in the river.

The Nile, the mother river of the Egyptians, now undoubtedly takes them to unknown distances.

Both Osman Diaz and Hilgna are good at water, and they have often compared snorkeling and diving together when they were young, but it is completely different in rushing rivers and gentle bays.

Hilgner did not choke on the water because he was prepared, but Osman Diaz was not as relaxed as him.

Prince Hittite held the pharaoh's neck tightly, allowing him to adjust his breathing.

Soon Osman Diaz was breathing again, and they held each other's hands tightly to prevent the waves from separating them.

When they finally landed on a gentle river slope, Hilgna and Osman Diaz didn't know how long they had been drifting in the river.

"When I go back, I must severely punish that deceitful person who dared to be so disrespectful to the Pharaoh!" Osman Diaz was shaking with anger, and his clothes and hair, which were soon wet by the river, were under the protection of the sun god Ra. Restored dryness.

Hilgna did not have the blessing of such a useful god as Osman Diaz, his teeth chattered from the cold, Egypt had entered late autumn, and even the seemingly golden Nile River was actually icy cold.

Osman Diaz checked the surroundings. They have been rushed far away. There are bushes and tall trees all over the place. If they don't return to Thebes City before dark, if they encounter wild beasts, they will be killed. Big trouble.

Hilgner also knew that it was not appropriate to stay here for a long time. He took off the jacket on his body and put it on his hands, then he and Osman Diaz looked for a way out of here together while maintaining his wet body.

Hilgna's skin is fairer than the locals, which may be attributed to his mother's exotic beauty, and he also inherited his mother's appearance.

But at the same time, such white skin is very easy to be sunburned by the scorching sun, so even if Hilgner is hotter, he still wraps himself up tightly - after all, in this era, if you accidentally get sunburned, it is very difficult for For Hilgner, it was very painful, and there was no effective treatment.

Therefore, even Osman Diaz, who grew up with Hilgna, rarely saw him with his upper body exposed.

The young Pharaoh's eyes somehow stayed on Hilgna's upper body, from the smooth shoulders to the butterfly bones, and then to the back where the water droplets were constantly sliding down into the tailbone, which made him feel thirsty inexplicably.

Osman Diaz, who sensed that something was wrong with him, silently averted his eyes, lest the keen Hilgna find his eyes full of unwanted thoughts.

Hilgna is a friend he respects and a partner he treats sincerely. Osman Diaz doesn't even want to make him feel wronged—even if it is himself.

The army that came to search for Hilgna and Osman Diaz has already set off, and the two of them are also walking in the opposite direction along the river, and sooner or later they will meet the search team.

But before they were found by the search team, a new uninvited guest appeared in front of them.

The visitor had long dark purple hair that almost reached his ankles, golden eyes like a full moon, and a smile that was not a smile on his indistinguishable face: "Ah, you are Hilgna? That dead spirit You made the killing game, right?"

——Such a mysterious figure is floating in the sky, looking down at the two humans below.

Osman Diaz's face darkened, and he said coldly: "Yu is the heir of the sun god Ra, and also his incarnation in the world! You evil god, don't retreat quickly!"

"I'm not here to look for you, Pharaoh." The long-haired man said with a chuckle, he floated down, stared at Hilgna and said: "You should know me, I am the god of music and dance, Also the god of misfortune and mischief - Weve Coyotel."

Wewe Coyotel is the god who was endowed with Cupid's role skills in the necromancer killing card game that Hilgna made before.

Hilgna concealed that he was the creator of the game, of course he couldn't hide it from the gods.

Hilgner blinked, he did expect that the god would come to him, but the timing was really not good enough for him.

But he is not a person who is timid to fight. Since he has already expected this, how could he not be prepared?

"Then are you here to ask the teacher?" Hilgner asked with a smile.

The pharaoh is the king of the world who has been blessed by the Nine Pillars God. As long as Wewe Coyotel does not want to die, he will not do anything to Osman Diaz, but Hilgna is not necessarily so.

"I'm also hesitating." Wewe Coyotel put his arms around his shoulders, showing a distressed expression.

"Of course I was very angry at the beginning. A mere human being dared to use my name to play games, and made me into a god of love. As a result, I was entangled by troublesome guys, who forced me to give him money. Exercising the magic of love - how can I have this ability."

"But after I played that game, I gave up the idea of ​​catching you and feeding it to scarabs." The smile on the corner of Wevecoyol's mouth deepened, "It doesn't matter if such an interesting game has my name on it. "

Hilgner did not reply, and there must be a turning point after he knew this sentence.

"But I'm still not reconciled to letting you go like this, so I came to look for you after I felt your breath outside Thebes."

Wevekoyol flew around Hilgna, touched his chin and said: "You have the aura of Osis on you, although it is very faint, but even the faintest aura is very obvious to the gods. It is impossible for me to take action against the believers of Osis, but it is very uncomfortable not to let you pay a price. Human, what do you think I should do?"

Hilgna knew that this might be the remaining divine power of the protection given to him by Morrigan, the Irish goddess of death.

And Osis is the god of the underworld who is in charge of death among the nine-pillar gods. It is understandable that Wewekoyol would consider Hilgna as a follower of Osis.

Asked by the gods about his solution, Hilgner said neither humble nor overbearing: "I can understand your anger, but please listen to my statement before deciding whether to punish me."

"Okay."

Wevecoyol always liked the unexpected, otherwise he would not have the power of the god of mischief.

"If you can convince me, I will consider letting you go." Wevekoyol's eyes narrowed like a fox.

"I put your name in that game just to pass on your prestige." Hilgna said solemnly.

"Now this game has been spread throughout Upper and Lower Egypt, and it has also been spread to other countries through merchants. If you go to a distant foreign land and ask the people there, as long as it is a human who has played this game, even if you don't know the noble Who is the nine-pillar god, and they must know what kind of god Wewe Coyotel is."

Hilgna nodded slightly, taking it as a matter of course.

"I proclaimed your prestige and power to the world, increased your followers, and filled you with praise and joy wherever you went. Shouldn't you give your faithful followers a commendation and admiration? ?”

Wevekoyol's eyes widened, and his appearance was so lively that he didn't look like a god: "You mean, not only can I not punish you, but I have to reward you heavily?"

Although Osman Diaz is full of trust in Hilgna, he is very wary of Wewe Coyotel, which belongs to the evil god. Seeing Hilgna say such a straightforward, in fact, it is turning black and white Words, smiled in his heart, and then subconsciously approached Hilgna, pulling him away from Wewekoyol.

In any case, the price of angering a god is terrible and expensive.

For a god like Wewe Coyotel, who is so moody and has a changeable personality, if he suddenly makes a move to kill Hilgna, it will be an instant thing.

"Hahahahahahahaha!! This is the first time I've heard of such a thing!" Wewe Coyotel hugged his stomach and laughed heartily, and at the same time, there seemed to be no coercion surrounding Hilgna. Also disappeared suddenly.

"Okay, I agree with your reason, what a pity that such an interesting human being died!" After Wewe Coyotel recognized Hilgna, he immediately took a liking to this white-haired human being.

The smile after a carefree smile still remained on his face, and he immediately warmed up to Hilgna.

"The game you made is indeed very interesting, not only for me, but also for other gods. Ah, except for some particularly rigid and boring gods."

"By the way, you said you are my believer? Although I don't want to compete with Osis for believers, but if believers come to believe in me on their own initiative, it will be different." The giggling God of Mischief triumphantly Said.

"Please be careful, I am not a believer in Orsis." Hilgna will not allow himself to bear the name of a betrayer, he looked at Weve Coyotel seriously and said.

"Isn't it? Although the breath of Hades on your body is very weak, it's still so irritating that I almost cover my nose - I can't believe what it would be like if it didn't fade away!"

Wewe Coyotel raised his eyebrows and said, "It's like warning us gods, 'This is the human being I fancy, you are not allowed to touch it, if you touch it, you will be killed'."

These words made Hilgna startled, but he quickly regained his composure.

The Goddess of Death's gift and protection to him has indeed helped Hilgna a lot, but the God of Death in this era is not the goddess Morrigan who dislikes integrity. Of course, Hilgna cannot empathize with Osis. .

——Hilgna doesn't believe in any gods, but if he is asked to make others believe in a certain god, he can do it with ease. I don't know if this is another kind of irony.

Hilgna used to have no gods in the world, everything can only rely on his own hands to save himself, but there are still countless religions exploiting and deceiving in the name of gods, Hilgna has seen many priests and believers With an ugly face, he is also very familiar with those techniques.

Of course, there are also highly respected Taoists, but in a world without gods, those things can only be used to strengthen the body and cultivate one's morality.

However, the God of Mischief is a child after all, so he quickly put this sentence behind him and pestered Hilgna for interesting and novel things.

"Of course there is no problem, but before that, I would like to ask Mr. Wewe Coyotel to answer my doubts - can gods die due to external factors?"

That's right, from the very beginning, Hilgna used the game to attract this ambiguous, interested and tolerant god to come, just to ask for the answer to this question.

"Oh? So that's what your purpose is." Just as Hilgna had studied carefully, the god just touched his chin, and said the answer without hesitation: "Yes, it is an artifact that can destroy the godhood." , Earth-shattering catastrophes will cause gods to die due to external forces.”

After all, Wewe Coyotel is also a god, and he only mentioned two possibilities. As for more details, he is naturally secretive.

But for Hilgna, it was enough.

Not to mention artifacts for the time being, the catastrophe that destroys the world can destroy even the gods. The deep meaning of this is worth pondering.

Wewe Coyotel satisfied his doubts, and Hilgna naturally also agreed to meet the request of the mischievous god.

Hilgna told some stories and legends that happened in distant foreign lands, and took out some things that made Wewe Coyotel's eyes sparkle from the space of the bracelet that he carried with him, and finally satisfied the god's desire. curiosity.

Finally satisfied, the androgynous beauty with long hair pointed at the center of Hilgner's brow with her slender fingers, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Be careful, the gods from other lands have already set their sights on you."

Hilgner was stunned, but before he could react, he heard Wewe Coyotel flying to a high place, and said briskly: "There are too few interesting humans like you, so don't die too fast."

"Ah, by the way, young Pharaoh over there, I am very touched by your care and maintenance of your friends. But I am also curious, when the whole of Egypt and your friends are placed on both sides of the scale, which one will you choose? What about the other side?"

After all, Wewe Coyotel is the god of pranks and disasters with an unstable temperament, but he still hated Osman Diaz for denouncing him as an evil god just now, so he deliberately said loudly to him at this moment.

"I hope that by that time, you will be able to protect my believers like today, hahahaha!" The cunning and willful god smiled viciously and disappeared into the sky.

The sun has begun to set in the sky at this moment, and it will not be long before it will disappear completely on the horizon, and night will come at the same time.

The nights in this land are very cold, and there are poisonous insects, snakes, scorpions, and wolves everywhere. It is not a good idea to stay here for a long time.

Fortunately, someone found them before it was completely dark.

"Hill!" Arash followed Hilgna's breath and found the two of them. He was relieved when he saw Hilgna who was safe and sound, and hurried forward to take off his cloak. The dry Master put it on.

Hilgner didn't feel it just now, but when he put on Arash's cloak, he felt much warmer than before. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled at Arash: "Thank you for your hard work."

Arash shook his head silently, lowered his head and said in a low voice: "It would be great if I was there at that time...!"

His hand was still on Hilgner's shoulder, and Hilgner could feel that Arash's tightened palm was still trembling slightly.

"It's not your style to regret what has happened, Arash."

Hilgner said with relief, "This time things are too strange, is the killer still alive?"

"Alive." Arash's voice was also a bit cold, "What are you going to do with him and those accomplices?"

It was Osman Diaz who answered Arash: "Find out what they are for and who they are appointed by. Once you find out, these bold people will be sentenced to death, and no one will be left behind!"

The lord of Egypt's golden eyes were heavy, obviously angry, and his thunderous anger was beyond the reach of mortals.

The so-called capital punishment is to put prisoners in dark coffins filled with poisonous insects and scorpions, and let them be bitten to death alive.

This kind of punishment is extremely cruel, and it is the punishment that people who have hurt the royal blood of Egypt deserve to be punished.

Hilgner didn't care about the next thing, and Osman Diaz was so angry that he would naturally investigate clearly.

But there were other things that gave Hilgner a headache.

After this accident happened, Osman Diaz didn’t allow him to go to the construction site anymore, fearing that another slave mob would attack Hilgna—anyway, the progress of the temple has been accelerated and it has been completed, which is the beginning of Hilgna’s entry into the palace and politics. The gilding task has been completed, and there is no need for Hilgna to go to that dangerous and messy place again.

Hilgner was still trying to convince Osman Diaz: "But I am the son of Hittite after all. If I want to stay in Egypt and convince all my subjects, I have to work harder than others. Recognized--"

"Is Yu's approval not enough?" Osman Diaz was not convinced by Hilgna's words.

He raised his chin arrogantly, and said coldly: "Yu is the king of upper and lower Egypt, the incarnation of the sun god Ra. Yu's words are the truth, and Yu's orders are the rules. Who dares to resist? Who dares?" Dissatisfied?"

Osman Diaz was very stubborn about what he believed, and when Hilgna realized that he could not persuade the Pharaoh to change his mind, he could only helplessly answer.

But what will the future be like for those slaves and untouchables whose lives have finally improved?

Hilgner closed his eyes, the question lingering in his mind.

Besides... Who is the 'foreign god' that Wewe Coyotel refers to?Why are you following him?Could it be related to the existences that brought him into this world and kept reincarnating?

Hilgner could feel that a big conspiracy net was tightening towards him, but he had no idea how to resist it.

Osman Diaz took care of Hilgna like an eyeball, and kept him by his side. Although Hilgna had returned to the peaceful salted fish life he once wanted, he was not very happy.

While he was enjoying the sweet preserved fruit, refreshing coconut milk, and the maids were fanning him, there were old people, young children, and skinny men and women who were suffering hard labor without pay under the scorching sun.

Just when Hilgner was suffering in his heart, he received another message.

——The king of Hittite died, and the successor has not yet been chosen.

Hilgna was not very surprised when he received the news. After all, when he left Hittite for Egypt, his father in this life had passed his forty years.

And in this era, there are very few people who can live to fifty, and it is time for him to die.

Along with the news of the Hittite king's death, there was also a letter from Hilgna's mother.

In the letter, she asked Hilgna, who had gained the trust of the pharaoh, to borrow troops to help his younger brother ascend the throne.