Radiant Enemy

In the vast desert, the magnificent pyramids standing on the yellow sand protected the people of the pharaoh, and Ramses II, who was the king of kings and praised by later generations, did not look very pretty at the moment.

Just because of the man standing in front of him.

In all honesty, this man is not ugly or frightening, his speech is very gentle, his manners are elegant, his iron-gray short hair, olive green eyes, and honey-colored skin kissed by the wind and sand, no matter how he looks at it All very charming.

The man who called himself Joshua smiled and said to Osman Diaz: "When I went to Canaan, Mr. Hilgna once mentioned you to me, respected Pharaoh, His Majesty Ramses II."

A long time has passed since Hilgna left the Sea of ​​Reeds and left Egypt, and even though Joshua was the second leader after Hilgna who could hear the words of the gods and lead the Hebrew people into Canaan It is absolutely impossible for them to live to this age.

"Stupid people without light!" Ramses II shouted coldly.

"Yu can still tolerate you standing in front of me, just because you are his apprentice!"

"—And the reason why I appear here is also because you are a close friend of the teacher." Joshua seemed to be polite, but in fact he replied in a targeted manner.

Of course, Joshua knew why the Pharaoh would allow himself to appear here. The proud and self-respecting Pharaoh allowed him to stand in the temple as a heathen and a Hebrew. Of course, it was because of his teacher, the Pharaoh Friend of mine—the gray-haired prophet.

Only Hilgna can make the two men who are completely incompatible with each other talk peacefully for a while.

"This era has been distorted by that magic king, and human reason will no longer exist. Regarding this point, I agree with your purpose—human reason must survive."

There was a smile on the corner of Joshua's mouth. Although he showed respect for the pharaoh in his behavior, how could Osman Diaz not find that Joshua didn't actually have half a respect for him at all.

In the following conversation, Joshua intentionally or unintentionally talked about Hilgna, such as how he was served by himself in the tabernacle, and how he led the Hebrews there under the guidance of the gods. Land of Canaan.

Both the expression and the words revealed a message to the Pharaoh: even if you were close friends with the prophet, you never participated in the second half of his life, nor did you snuggle up with him so closely in the wind and sand.

You have never listened to his teachings, and you have never been by his side when he is in distress. Even if you have the past and nostalgia of the prophet, so what?

——In the end, it was me who was by his side all the time.

How can someone as sharp and wise as Osman Diaz fail to hear Joshua's voice?

Osman Diaz no longer tolerated Joshua being an eyesore in front of him due to the hatred for his friends and the differences in beliefs. He didn't even have the patience to listen to Joshua's narration of his purpose.

"Oh, the shepherd of the god of foreign lands - you still dare to stand in front of Yu with shamelessness, could it be that the protection given to you by your upright god made you so bold that you thought you could face the sun directly?" Is it shining!"

Osman Diaz leaned back on the throne with a sneer, and the sphinxes were ordered by their masters to fly in from all over the desert, hovering in the Pharaoh's temple, staring at the lonely man in front of him. Here comes the gray-haired heathen.

"Get out of Yu's temple—!!" Pharaoh's anger drove his hot sand beasts to roar threateningly, and at the same time fired a scorching and terrifying blue light cannon from their mouths, aiming at the unarmed Heber Come to the leader and go.

Joshua looked very calm: "It seems that we really can't reach a consensus with you. If that's the case, then I won't bother you anymore."

Before the gray-haired and green-eyed man was about to be swallowed by the light beam, he suddenly disappeared from the temple, leaving the light cannon empty.

"Hmph, did he run away—Yu shouldn't have let him in!" Pharaoh was annoyed for a moment because of his soft-heartedness, and worried that his former white-haired friend had such a naughty and terrible student.

If Osman Diaz didn't want to hear about Hilgna's experience after leaving him, he would never allow the other party's dirty feet to step on his spotless temple.

Sure enough, he still hated the group of Hebrews.

The group of ignorant people who separated Hilgna from him will still make Osman Diaz angry even today, just like the gravel falling into the eyes, stinging the noble golden eyes of the Pharaoh.

"Your Majesty..." Nitocris poked her head out cautiously, trembling at Osman Diaz's never-before-seen anger and coldness.

"Leave Yu alone." Osman Diaz barely restrained his anger towards his junior, and let the young Pharaoh back down.

Osman Diaz is the only one left in the magnificent glorious compound temple.

The magnificent palace carved with statues and murals guarded the king of kings high, and everything was bright and shining, but Osman Diaz closed his eyes tiredly.

"Sill..." The low murmur that no one knew disappeared into the hall.

After Joshua left the pharaoh's temple, he looked back at the pyramid standing on the yellow sand.

His olive green eyes were cold, as if he hadn't taken the initiative to meet the pharaoh.

"A friend who is remembered by the teacher is nothing more than that." A sneer appeared on the corner of Joshua's mouth, and then he walked away through the wind and sand.

Pharaohs who are arrogant and do their own way, and pagans with the blood of alien gods in their bodies, are not a partner for cooperation after all.

"But yes, I am the only one who still remembers Teacher." Joshua whispered to himself softly.

"—I am the only one who can completely revive the teacher."

Joshua closed his eyes, and he recalled Hilgna who had been shining like a moon in the sky in the midst of hardships and dangers in the land of Canaan.

The white-haired prophet who had gently stroked his head several times, whenever he looked at him with those beautiful blue eyes, Joshua's heart was filled with joy and joy, and he wished to dedicate everything to him. he.

Please look at me for a while, please teach me for a while, please don't leave me alone.

"Mr. Hill, I really want to see you again..."

Joshua muttered these words in a low voice, his figure completely engulfed by the wind and sand.

Joshua didn't bother to care about what happened in the land of retreating the enemy. He already knew that the human master from Chaldea would take care of it. For Joshua now, nothing is more important than him now Ready to do things.

But Hilgna, who was completely unaware that he was remembered by his former students to be resurrected, had completely left the holy capital of Jerusalem, and arrived at the village of the Mountain People earlier than Fujimaru Tachibana and the others.

It's just that what he went to was not the village that took in those refugees, but the shrine of Azrael.

Here lived the first and strongest mountain man - Hassan Sabah.

He is not only the founder of the assassination sect Assassin, but also the apex of assassins, crowned Assassin, in a sense, he is the king of all Hassans.

The moment Hilgna appeared, the mountain man sensed his arrival.

"Musa, since you will appear here, could it be that you have heard God's revelation and are going to lead us?"

King Hassan, who is tall, with a deep voice, and covered with a white skull mask, has a lot of respect for Hilgna. If those Hassans of all generations who trembled, feared and admired him knew that he would have such respect On the one hand, I don't know what kind of gaffe expression I will show.

'Musa' is the honorific title for 'Moses' in Hassan's sect.

Hilgna, who was also believed by Hassan as a prophet, had known King Hassan a long time ago.

In other words, he witnessed the establishment of the Assassin Order by King Hassan, and also witnessed the succession of Hassan in the past.

"Yes, the Master of Chaldea has come to this world, and the Lion King and the Lord of the Pyramid will also leave this era."

Hilgna nodded towards King Hassan, he looked indifferent and alienated, not so much as a human being or a heroic spirit, but rather as an 'existence' closer to some kind of natural attribute.

"So, do I need to make a move?"

Wang Hassan asked.

"No need for now, they will come looking for you, then help them." Hilgner shook his head.

Wang Hassan nodded, "I see."

The strongest man on the mountain watched the prophet leave, and at the same time closed the deep pupils that had witnessed many deaths.

This 'Musa' has witnessed his weakness, his strength, his struggle to survive, and his death.

Since he was still young, Hilgner has been like this, and when he has stepped into another field, Hilgner is still this young.

Those eyes full of wisdom are enough to accommodate the confession of believers and give them salvation.

Unlike Wang Hassan who stepped into the field with his own strength, Hilgna was invited to that field by the gods.

This means that his divinity has surpassed the heroic spirits on the side of Alaya and Gaia. Conventional means—no, even the Holy Grail War, I am afraid that Hilgna cannot be summoned.

Even if he himself is willing to respond, the world's self-defense rules will not allow Hilgna to enter the watch world.

So, what kind of existence is Hilgna standing in front of the mountain people's village at this moment?

Hilgna was wearing a silver-white cloak. This lightweight cloak was sewn and processed by the orders of successive Hebrew kings. The various spells attached to it were enough to hide the eyes and ears of most heroic spirits, making Hilgna's identity Shrouded in mist, not to be spied on.

This meant that even Arash, who had clairvoyance, couldn't see who Hilgna was wearing the cloak.

But in fact, Hilgna doesn't need to wear a cloak. After all, the Arash who was summoned in this world is not the Arash who signed a contract with him.

Even if he remembered that Hilgna was his Master, he probably wouldn't have the emotions his Arash had.

But maybe this is the feeling of being close to home. Hilgner didn't want to see Arash's strange and puzzled eyes, and asked himself: "May I see you?"

Instead of this, it would be better not to recognize each other from the beginning.

So every time he came to this mountain village, he wore a cloak to conceal his identity.

After waiting for a while, Hilgna finally waited for Fujimaru Tachibana and his party who had arrived at the Village of the Mountain People.

Seeing the lively and bouncing long orange hair, even Hilgner, who had lost interest in many things, couldn't help but feel better: "It seems that you have encountered a lot of things on the road."

"Wow! Isn't this the kind Mr. Cloak!" Fujimaru Tachibana was so frightened by Hilgna that her braids flew up, and then she immediately reacted: "Hey, did you arrive before us? A lot happened along the way."

Hilgna smiled and nodded towards Fujimaru Tachibana: "It's good that you can get here smoothly. The mountain people here have prepared food and water, go and rest."

Fujimaru Tachibana was dazed by Hilgna's few words, and was brought into the house by the welcoming mountain people, and other refugees were also welcomed in, but Bedivere, who was still outside, did not join them .

"Excuse me, who are you?" The honest knight of the round table couldn't help but ask.

"Could it be that you are also a member of the Knights of the Round Table? I always feel that you are very familiar..."

Hilgna recognized Bedivere, he was King Arthur's trusted subordinate, and he was also the knight who witnessed King Arthur's death in the end.

Of course, Bedivere was very familiar with Hilgna. When he was the king of La Grocchita, it was this gentle silver-haired knight who received Hilgna the most times.

If you think about it carefully, besides Bedivere, Gawain and Lancelot were the Knights of the Round Table who received him more often.

Agguiwen also received him, but compared to the other knights, the number was relatively small.

Facing Bedivere's question, Hilgner thought for a while and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm not a member of the Knights of the Round Table. As for my real identity... even if I don't tell my real name, the restoration of human reason There is no hindrance."

Bedivere was stunned. Although he still had some doubts, he was the side of the oppressor Knights of the Round Table after all. Although he did not participate in those actions, this upright knight felt that he was not qualified to ask questions, so he Silence fell.

The young children of the Mountain Village who had been secretly hiding aside and looking at these strangers, when they saw a familiar figure, their eyes lit up immediately, and they ran out of the house and surrounded Hilgna's house. Beside him, he looked up at the distinguished guest who always brought them food.

"Lord Musa, please have dinner with us!"

"Lord Musa, this is the basket I wove today, do you think I did well?"

"Lord Musa, this is the stone I picked up. It looks so beautiful! I want to give it to you!"

"This is the garland I just made! Please accept it, Lord Musa!"

Hilgna was immediately surrounded by children. These children did not dare to touch the shiny and white cloak, so they could only hold up the gifts in their hands, wanting to dedicate them to this person who had helped them a lot. VIP.

Hilgna patiently replied to these thin children one by one, took the gifts for himself, and magically took out small and colorful candies from the inside of the cloak and gave them to them as a return gift.

"Ah, Master Musa, why don't you stay and have dinner with everyone today? You see, everything is ready."

Hearing this familiar voice, Hilgner paused as he was about to walk out.

He turned around, and the hearty brown-skinned, black-haired man who came out with a large pot of boiled rice porridge was Arash.

Arash was summoned to this world to help the people of the mountain escape from the chasing and killing of the Knights of the Round Table. Hilgna met Arash several times as Musa.

However, Arash probably didn't know that the 'Lord Musa' wearing the cloak was Hilgna. He only knew from the surrounding mountain people that this mysterious man in the cloak who was honored as Lord Musa was still alive before the black-haired archers. Been helping them since summoned.

Arash seems to have become very familiar with the people of the mountain. Although he is not Hassan, the assassin who protects the people of the mountain, he is also welcomed by these difficult people.

The young children who had surrounded Hilgna surrounded Arash, chirping and asking him if the meal was ready.

"Yes, yes, today is a rare big show! Come on children, let Lord Musa stay and eat with us, it is not good to let the guests leave hungry!"

Arash said with a smile.

Hilgner was about to refuse, but happened to meet Fujimaru Tachibana and his party who had washed away the dust with clean water.

When he knew that Hilgna wanted to leave, Fujimaru Tachibana also tried his best to persuade him to stay. He looked at Hilgna eagerly, and his expression of not agreeing to himself or eating made Hilgna defeated and agreed to the invitation.

"Yeah!" Fujimaru Tachibana and the children of the mountain people cheered together, and they quickly became one.

Curse-arm Hassan bowed to Hilgna in trepidation: "Master Musa, please don't pay attention to those children's rudeness to you..."

The awed and alienated appearance of Hassan, who is also familiar with the identity of Hilgna's prophet, is the reason why Hilgna is reluctant to stay here for too long.

"Is there enough food?" Hilgna sighed inwardly, and didn't spend energy trying to correct Hassan's overly respectful words and deeds, just asked.

"Enough is enough. With your assistance, Lord Musa, everyone has no shortage of food. Those children can occasionally taste candy. Everyone says this is due to you, Lord Musa. Thank you very much!"

Hilgna's shepherd's staff can make dry wells gush clear water, turn stones into bread, and fish and poultry meat are endless, making these mountain people who have fled here feel much better. The children are also being fed healthier.

"Go and get busy, there will be several hard battles to be fought." Hilgna waved back Hassan the cursed wrist, and looked at the people of the mountain and the Chaldean group who were waiting for the opening by the bonfire, hesitating After a while, he still walked over.

After all, it's just a meal, and it's not a big deal.

What's more, Hilgna wants to restore this era to normal, and their help will be indispensable in the future. Let them trust him more at this time.

As the aroma of the food became stronger and stronger, many people sat around Hilgner, swallowing their throats, waiting for the meal to be served.

Before the meal, some children sang loudly because they couldn't wait, and many adults also participated in it.

The bustling and clamoring atmosphere made him relax his frown slightly, watching the children singing and dancing.

Even if there is depression and panic outside, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, human beings can always please themselves positively in desperate situations.

Hilgna softly hummed the tune that the children were singing. This song was a piece of music that all believers in that god would sing, but they probably didn't know that the composer was Hilgna himself.

And this song was not intended to praise the gods from the beginning. It was very difficult and difficult on the way to Canaan. More importantly, those people, as Osman Diaz asserted, began to complain about Hilger Why did Nathan take them out of Egypt and into this land of distress.

Before they reached the Promised Land, they already missed the prosperity and richness of Egypt.

Hilgner is not a soft-tempered person. Under his vigorous and aggressive methods, those who shouted finally learned to shut up.

However, the long journey will indeed wear down the will of human beings, and in order to reinvigorate the numerous people, Hilgner composed this piece of music. The cheerful and exciting tune is enough to mobilize people's emotions and fill them with hope.

And as long as human beings have hope, they can muster up courage again and move towards unknown and distant destinations.

"This piece of music is really nice." Unknowingly, Arash sat beside Hilgna, smiled and said to Hilgna.

"After listening to it, I feel full of hope and courage."

"Yes." Hilgna lowered the brim of his cloak and responded.

He took the clay bowl from someone else, blew it lightly, pinched the edge of the bowl with one hand, and gently held the bottom of the bowl with the back of his hand, and took a sip of the rice porridge.

The rice porridge with a sufficient amount of rice and fruit has a fragrant smell, and the thick white rice grains are full. In addition, the fruit as an auxiliary material is very fresh, and the taste of satiety spreads on the tongue coating.

Not enough. Hilgner hasn't felt hungry for a long time. After finishing the rice porridge for the night, he politely declined the second bowl offered by Arash.

Arash didn't insist, his eyes swept over Hilgna's wrist, and he drank the bowl of porridge that Hilgna refused.

Although Arash also doesn't need to eat, food can always provide him with some magic power. When the knights of the round table occasionally come to attack the village, more magic power is more guaranteed.

The bonfire was crackling, and Arash was so quiet that he didn't seem like his character at all. The glances he glanced at Hilgna from time to time made the white-haired prophet purse his lips tightly.

In the end, the wonderful atmosphere between them was broken by Arash.

"Well, I know that many Heroic Spirits have all kinds of quirks, and some Heroic Spirits don't like to let others see their faces... Maybe I may make you feel offended by saying this, but I don't mean it maliciously. "

Arash stared at Hilgna and asked softly.

"You give me a very familiar feeling. I must know you—will you tell me your real name?"

Hilgner's movements stopped, and he also turned his head to look at Arash beside him. There was no teasing or relaxation in the eyes of the other party, but full of nervous anticipation.

Although Hilgna's cloak can conceal his appearance and body shape, so that others cannot tell who he is, but the habits of behavior cannot be hidden.

If it is someone who is very familiar with him and understands him, I am afraid that this cloak can only be concealed for a while.

Could it be that Arash had already recognized who he was?

But this is impossible at all, even if this Arash has memories of the past, his view of Hilgna without emotion is just a record of the spirit.

Fujimaru Tachibana noticed the movement here, and looked over eagerly.

She also heard Arash's question, with the same curiosity on her face.

"..." But since Arash mentioned this, Hilgner hesitated for a moment, and sighed: "Although I don't think it doesn't matter if I tell you my real name or not, but if you want to know, that's fine too." .”

Hilgner put his hand on the brim of his cloak, and flicked his slender, white fingers lightly, exposing his face to the starlight and the bonfire.

The author has something to say:

Joshua is a character in the book of Exodus, everyone just needs to know that he is a very good student!

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