I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapters 388 and 389: The Dance of the Early Ferns

The fierce winds from all directions, mixed with sandstorms, swirled violently, forming a huge vortex. The eyesight of ordinary people could not penetrate the wall of storms, but they could still see the blue sky and the blazing sun overhead.

The direct sunlight creates a sacred atmosphere, as if it were a stairway to heaven.

However, none of the people present looked at the scene with ease or relaxation; instead, they held their breath and stared ahead with trepidation.

The deity has a hideous and ugly jackal head. Below the neck is a strong and powerful body that is three meters tall. Every muscle and every curve is as if sculpted by a master craftsman. It is a physique that no human could possess.

At first glance, it gives the feeling of seeing a deity, so awe-inspiring yet so captivating.

However, like the returned mummy priest, his skin was like dust, dull and pale, without any luster.

"Seth, it's the god Seth!"

Although Anubis, also a wolf-beast-human deity from ancient Egypt, is more widely known around the world, Set, as one of the Ennead, is equally famous in this land.

Through the distinctive features of his ears, mouth, and nose, as well as the sandstorms and raging winds that accompanied his appearance, people became certain of his true name.

Seth!

The ancient Egyptian god of storms, deserts, and the sea, the embodiment of all natural disasters that stood in opposition to the oases, black soil, and Nile River that the ancient Egyptians loved, and the god of destruction that dried up and desolated everything.

Such a savage and ferocious Set naturally gave rise to the divine authority of power and war.

The family of the famous Pharaoh Ramses II worshipped Set for generations, and the name of his father, Seti I, is a derivative of Set.

During the Nineteenth Dynasty, the ancient Egyptian Empire, under the leadership of Ramses II, had reached the pinnacle of military expansion, and the worship of the god Set by the military nobles reached its zenith.

Everyone present was terrified.

In mythology, Set is an extremely violent and evil god, and the oppressive aura emanating from him makes people instinctively tremble, their legs shaking, and they almost kneel down.

Jeanne was also on high alert, watching the evil god awaken inside the mummy priest's body.

"Awooo—!"

Seti wore an Egyptian cross, Anka, symbolizing life and resurrection, around his neck. The jackal head bared its teeth, moved a few times, and suddenly let out a strange howl.

Apart from Jeanne and a few artificial superhumans from the Corpse Bone lineage, everyone else let out a muffled groan, their faces turned deathly pale, and blood flowed from their mouths and noses, as if their hearts had been seized and squeezed so hard that they almost suffered cardiac arrest.

"Since being murdered by that damned Horus, how many millennia has it been since I walked so freely and unrestrainedly across the earth?"

Seth greedily stuck out his tongue, gulping in and out large mouthfuls of air, but his tongue was not the bright red of a human or a beast, but a decaying, earthy gray.

"Hehehe, the world of mortals, the breath of the living, I have finally been resurrected!"

The sounds coming from Set's mouth weren't even ancient Egyptian, but rather chaotic syllables like the howls of a wild beast. However, once the sounds entered their ears, everyone present could understand what it meant.

Such an inconceivable thing can only be explained by the power of the gods!

After taking a few deep breaths of the air, Seth's dark eyes swept over the crowd with ill intent, his gaze gleaming fiercely.

"What's going on? Something's wrong with my divine body! Damn it, that woman from the other world... I'm going to kill her!"

Suddenly, His expression changed, and He inexplicably began to curse repeatedly, becoming even more furious.

"With a body like this, even the sweetest flesh and blood taste bland. To have so many offerings before you, yet be unable to enjoy them, is truly hateful!"

To demand human sacrifices—truly a savage god who eats raw meat and drinks blood.

Jeanne's gaze turned cold.

Set's eyes swept around, showing little interest in ordinary people, before finally fixing their gaze on the Saintess, a smirk playing on their lips.

"Woman from beyond the land, you have an aura similar to Imhotep. I have just been resurrected and have not yet built a temple, so come and serve me as my priest."

Imhotep was the ancient Egyptian god of wisdom and healing.

Seeing that Jeanne remained unmoved, Seth waved his hand, and the SEAL team members who had been shot dead by sand bullets stood up unsteadily in front of the horrified gazes of the others.

"Woman of the land, I promise you eternal life," said Set, high above. "Gods never lie to mortals."

The miracle of the dead coming back to life has happened once again!

Those present were filled with envy; their greed overwhelmed their fear. If they could truly attain eternal life, becoming a dog's lackey wouldn't be unacceptable.

"What do you want to do after you are resurrected?" Jeanne asked coldly.

"My priest, it's alright to tell you."

Set's eyes flashed with a cold light as he grinned maliciously and said:

"I will unleash hurricanes and seas, so that the city of Annu (Cairo), which worships Osiris, will suffer an even more tragic fate than the small northern city, and I will only be able to vent my anger by sinking it into the sea."

"A small northern town, you mean Delna?" Jeanne's expression changed.

"Hehehe!!!"

Seth's dog head emitted a wild laugh.

Everyone was filled with dread as they recalled the devastating natural disaster that had shocked the world a few days earlier. The terrifying Mediterranean hurricane had brought rain and seawater flooding that had destroyed half of the city of Delna.

Not long after, Seth returned to this land.

Could it be that this is not a coincidence, but a natural disaster caused by Set, the god of storms?!

"The ancient Egyptians called the sea Set, did not eat sea fish, and even called salt the foam of Set..."

Having graduated not long ago, the reporter quickly dug out the contents of his elective course on ancient Egypt.

As the god of fertility and the underworld, Osiris has always been closely associated with the Nile River, the mother river of the ancient Egyptians. The drying up of the river represents his death, while the flooding of the river is a symbol of resurrection.

From a mythological perspective, Set's murder and dismemberment of Osiris is a metaphor for the Nile River drying up due to drought.

In addition to drought, the Nile River also faces the threat of seawater intrusion.

The ancient Egyptians harbored a primal and sacred fear of the sea, which could neither irrigate crops nor provide drinking water. In their worldview, the sea, being so useless, was no different from the sand in the desert, and they simply attributed everything that brought disaster to Set.

Thinking about it this way, it's truly terrifying.

Cold sweat rolled uncontrollably down the reporter's forehead.

The Black photographer, however, was completely absorbed in capturing Seth's every move with his camera.

Jeanne's expression shifted between light and shadow, but she remained silent for a long time.

Set remained calm and composed, appearing confident and unconcerned, as if he didn't believe anyone would refuse his kindness.

"Lord Seth!"

The special forces commander, mustering his courage, stepped forward with Angelica and several other artificial superhumans, and said obsequiously:

"Lord Seth, on behalf of the United States government, I am very willing to cooperate with you. If you do not mind, all four of them can be offered to you."

This secret operation by the Orleans girl involved multiple departments, and countless people in the local area were watching it simultaneously.

In particular, the unexpected events, such as the resurrection of the dead and the descent of gods, have caused great concern. Countless high-ranking officials in the Pentagon and the White House are now online and closely monitoring the situation.

The commander has received instructions from the mainland that reinforcements have been assembled and are on their way, and will arrive soon.

He needs to stall for time. If he can use his persuasive skills to win Setra over to the US government's side, that would be even better.

Anyway, they're just a few experimental subjects that are about to be scrapped. If they can win over Seth's favor, wouldn't that be wonderful?

"How dare you try to fool me with this half-dead fake!"

Set's dog nose twitched a few times, then he flew into a rage.

"Blabulatory one, die!"

Without giving the commander a chance to argue, Seth opened his twisted, ugly mouth and spat out a sandstorm tornado tens of meters high, which swept towards them with extreme ferocity.

What!

So fast!

Jeanne was horrified; a sandstorm, like a dragon rising from the land, had arrived in the blink of an eye.

"Crackling and popping!"

After the sandstorm subsided, only four bony figures remained standing in the same spot.

Angelica and other artificial superhumans had bone armor covered with dense marks from knife cuts and axe blows, with some bones even being directly severed. Naturally, special forces, being mortals, would not escape unscathed.

The sand dunes behind him were covered with bloodstains and torn pieces of flesh, stained crimson.

Jeanne couldn't help but swallow hard and clench her fist.

Even with her incredibly resilient physical recovery abilities, there's no guarantee she'd survive such a brutal sandstorm.

Is this the power of the gods? It's completely different from the bald priest before.

Seeing Set's brutal and merciless killing, easily slaughtering a fully armed special forces team, the ordinary people who coveted Set's promised immortality and resurrection power were jolted awake and retreated in fear.

"Pierre, stop filming! Hide!"

The reporter tugged at the black photographer's sleeve and said.

"Do you know how many people are watching our Twitter channel right now? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how can I give up halfway!"

Although the Black photographer was extremely passionate and disregarded his own life, in this life-or-death situation, the reporter suddenly displayed unimaginable strength and managed to pull him aside.

Because of the barrier of the Storm Wall, all the surviving civilians could only hide in a corner, watching the God of Set and the Saintess in the center of the sand with trepidation.

"Woman from out of town, what's your decision? I've given you plenty of time to think it over."

With a casual wave of his hand, the god Set made the soldiers who had been pulled up again began to move their limbs, behaving just like living people.

"Eternal life is something every mortal dreams of."

Jeanne raised her head, a resolute look appearing in her eyes. Her figure blurred as she flashed in front of a soldier and delivered a flying kick.

The resurrected soldier was immediately torn to pieces, and rolling sand flowed from his wounds, making it impossible for him to get up again.

"So-called eternal life..."

Jeanne pointed at the other zombie soldiers with her index finger, a disdainful and mocking smile playing on her lips:

"So, you just become like these dead people?"

The so-called resurrection of the dead is nothing more than a trick to manipulate corpses.

This is completely different from the mummy's return that Jeanne witnessed before.

"No, your body, potential, and strength are far greater than these mortals; you will become even stronger than you are now."

Seth shook his head and let out a howl that was hard to understand, but to Jeanne it sounded cold and cruel.

"What a pity, I don't want this kind of power at all," Jeanne sneered.

"I gave you a choice."

Set's dark eyes stared directly at the saintess, revealing a mouthful of sharp, white canine teeth.

"Forced buying and selling, what a wicked god."

Seth's eyes were sinister. He stopped making his beast-like howls, stretched out a hand, and made a few grasping motions.

The sand dunes in front of him flowed and swirled as smoothly as ocean currents, and rolled and rose higher and higher like waves, almost reaching the sky.

Flowing sand waterfall!

"boom!"

As Seth pressed down with his palm, the towering sand waves surged towards Jeanne like a flood bursting its banks, threatening to engulf her.

Jeanne couldn't help but feel a bit nauseous at the sight, with a wall of storms blocking her back, greatly reducing her space to dodge and maneuver.

"Run!"

Just then, Jeanne saw Angelica and the other three artificial superhumans standing there dumbfounded in front of Sand Wave, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Angelica turned her face away, her empty eyes seeming soulless, like an artificial doll awaiting commands.

When the instructions were wrong, Angelica turned her head away without a word and remained motionless.

"You bastard!"

Miss Jeanne, consumed by rage, did not retreat but instead charged forward.

"boom!"

The flowing sand waterfall pressed down, swallowing all five people at once.

A cloud of yellow sand rose up, filling the fields with dust. After it had settled down a little, Jeanne and Angelica were already pressed together, their necks buried in the sand.

"I'm going to lock you up in a place 200 meters below the surface."

Seth licked his dry lips and looked down at the group of people.

"After that, sand will be poured into your seven orifices, filling your internal organs. Then you will be able to follow me and attain eternal life."

"Hehehe!!!"

"I……"

Jeanne's eyes widened, veins bulged on her forehead, and she opened her mouth, clearly unable to utter anything pleasant.

Seth, with his keen foresight, was the first to sink her and Angelica into the sand, then the second, the third...

After everyone was buried in the sandpit, Seth turned to leave.

"Pfft..."

"Pfft."

"Pfft!"

Countless sharp, snow-white bone spikes suddenly shot out from the sand, rising higher and higher, like a forest or ferns. Before Seth could react, his waist and abdomen were pierced by the sword-like bone forest, half of his body exploded, and he was left hanging in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)