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“But Osmandis is even more dangerous. He has no idea what he’s doing. The closer he gets to King Hassan, the closer he gets to death,” Rowe said helplessly.

But Nitocris had already foreseen the outcome. She could only lie and say, "You know the Sun King's personality; once he's made a decision, he won't change it, and even trying to stop him is useless. Besides, the Pharaoh is absolutely immortal in the temple, and within this temple, Osmandis can also use the blessings of the Egyptian gods. I sensed that he has already used the power of the god of war, Set. Immortality combined with the power of Set, it's not impossible..."

"Hahaha! Nitocris is right, my dear friend Moses... indeed, more than magic and temples, what I miss most is the time we fought side by side on the battlefield. So many years have passed, and my skills have already made a further leap forward."

Hearing Nitocris's words, Osmandis laughed heartily a few times, "After so many years, today I'll let you reminisce about my unparalleled martial arts! Let's see how it compares to your 'one punch that splits the sea' technique!"

Having said that, Osmandis raised his hand and summoned his scepter, then confidently gripped it in his hand and continued walking towards King Hassan, saying as he went, "Now, I will use this to cut off your head!"

"..."

Lovi glanced at Nitocris, whose eyes were extremely evasive at that moment.

Clearly, even though she realized that King Hassan was comparable to the god Anubis, she didn't think that Osmandis could really defeat King Hassan, but Osmandis certainly didn't think so.

And now he's tired...

Since he won't die, let him be.

After all, good advice is hard to persuade a damned ghost, and you can't stop someone who's courting death no matter what.

As Osmandis approached, King Hassan remained unmoved, continuing to walk steadily forward.

"Hmph, now that I have personally come to the scene, instead of backing down, you dare to continue approaching?"

"madness!"

King Hassan ignored the role Osmandis had added for him, and his iron boots continued to move forward relentlessly.

"What courage!"

Osmandis strode up to King Hassan, gripping the spear of the god of war tightly, and laughed heartily, "I am glory! I illuminate all things! Witness here and now the might of the Pharaoh! Witness the boundless glory of my brilliance!!"

When Osmandis saw King Hassan unleash all his lightning orbs and instantly kill the Sandstorm Sphinx, he realized that this guy was not an opponent that could be defeated by external force.

Although Moses kept reminding him that this guy was too powerful and they should continue using Noble Phantasms and magic to fight back, that would inevitably affect the residents of the ancient city and might even harm innocent people. As a Pharaoh facing an enemy, should he sacrifice his own people? How could Osmandis possibly allow such a thing!

So after so many years, Osmandis once again chose to use the fighting techniques that he had been dormant for thousands of years to fight his enemy!

Despite his high position as Pharaoh and his constant use of magical artifacts for attacks, he fought his way up from the battlefield. Back then, he and Moses were the two most outstanding generals in Egypt, and it was their illustrious military achievements that ushered in Egypt's golden age.

Therefore, it goes without saying how powerful his fighting ability is!

If he weren't shrouded in the glory of the Egyptian sun god Ra, then the god of war Set would have long since eagerly considered himself his chosen one. After all, his martial arts were unparalleled in the world, making him the strongest in Egypt! Even Moses's ability to split the sea with a single punch was no match for him!

Therefore, Osmandis was extremely confident and even appeared directly in front of King Hassan, proudly raising his chin.

Arrogance in this world can be roughly divided into two types: one is the ignorant arrogance of the incompetent, like the blind men touching an elephant, unaware of their own limited knowledge, merely showing their shallowness and ridiculousness; the other is the absolute confidence of the strong, which stems from profound knowledge and extraordinary strength, exuding a confident aura from the inside out, inspiring awe.

Osmandis clearly belonged to the latter category, possessing an absolute confidence that stemmed from the depths of his soul. His power, his wisdom, everything about him surpassed that of all previous pharaohs, making him the undisputed strongest king of Egypt. This unparalleled strength gave him the confidence to look down upon all others; in his eyes, other heroic spirits were nothing but fleeting clouds, insignificant and unworthy of mention.

Under his unparalleled offensive, Hassan's life was as fragile as an ant. In the blink of an eye, a sharp blade would slice through his neck, his head separated from his body, and his severed head would be his prize, a trophy to demonstrate his inviolable authority.

But, but...

Why did he feel his vision starting to slide downwards, and why did his head suddenly feel a little itchy?

Osmandis was puzzled. He was about to raise his weapon to attack King Hassan when he suddenly felt something sliding down his neck, little by little, little by little...

The gaze that had been looking down at King Hassan gradually shifted to King Hassan's chest, and then... directly to his heels, until the other's face was no longer visible.

Clang!

The sound of something heavy hitting the ground brought Osmandis back to his senses in an instant, along with the pain in his head and the cold touch on his face.

He suddenly realized why his gaze had been constantly shifting; it turned out his head had fallen to the ground...

The case has been solved.

Osmandis suddenly realized.

only……

Why did my head fall to the ground?!

Just as he was puzzled, the headless corpse that had been standing suddenly collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Pharaoh—!!!"

At that moment, Nitocris couldn't help but scream at the tragic state of Ramses II. Just as Lovi had said, Osmandis was beheaded by Hassan, and the calamity of decapitation had come true.

"I told you so... at least listen to me..."

Luo Wei covered his face, looking like he couldn't bear to watch; he had already guessed this outcome.

Osmandis is a top-tier Servant of the Gold Saints, that's undisputed, but King Hassan is a Grand Seven.

Even among the known crowns, King Hassan, who could bestow the concept of death upon Tiamat, the Primordial Mother, must be among the top. Ramses II's fate of having his head severed is truly unchangeable.

If this guy had behaved himself, and let Lovi continue his conversation with King Hassan, they could have had a proper chat. At worst, he could have played the emotional card, using the title of "Prophet" and the kindness shown to him by the Mountain Village to make him go easy on him—breaking an arm or a leg would have sufficed, but he could have spared Osmandis's head. Perhaps he could have saved Osmandis's life. But this guy was just too reckless, leaving Lovi no chance to plead for him.

Now his head is severed, and the matter here is almost settled.

Now it's time for Lovi to step in. If King Hassan simply beheads Osmandis and that's the end of it, that would be ideal. But if King Hassan really wants to kill Osmandis completely, Lovi won't allow it today.

Osmandis was extremely useful later on; without him, that holy city would have been almost impossible to conquer.

"Don't be afraid, leave the rest to me."

Feeling Nitocris's trembling body, Rowe patted her shoulder and said reassuringly, "Everything will be alright from now on."

He then picked up his cane, ready to step forward and stop the situation from escalating further.

"You...be careful..."

Swallowing hard, Nitocris hesitated before speaking to Rowe.

Because King Hassan's strength was too terrifying, even the blessing of the god Set and the martial arts of the Pharaoh were directly beheaded by him with a single sword. In addition, Lovi said that he also heard the bell, so she was really worried.

She was very worried that Lo Wei would die a violent death in front of her, just like her husband had...

And she didn't know why, perhaps attracted by the other's soul, Nitocris had already superimposed Rowe's figure with the past in a daze.

'Are you really him?'

Nitocris murmured to herself, already prepared to fight King Hassan to the death.

Regardless, she couldn't ignore Osmandis's death and the loss of yet another important person before her, even though she wasn't sure if he really was...

So, in a desperate situation, she would truly sacrifice her own heart, surrendering everything she possessed to the underworld in exchange for the reappearance of Anubis to break the deadlock...

Just as Nitocris clenched her fists to her chest, with the shadow of the jackal looming behind her, ready to make her sacrifice, King Hassan, standing before Osmandis's head, glanced thoughtfully in her direction.

"Pharaoh, your glory and pride will face the judgment of death here today. Are you ready to face the final chapter of your destiny?"

That deep voice began to echo in my ears once again.

Chapter 185 I Am the Mandate of Heaven

--clang!!

The greatsword fell heavily, its heavy and solemn sound echoing through the temple. Osmandis, who had not yet come to his senses, finally came to his senses at King Hassan's reprimand.

He seemed to remember hearing a faint sound as he approached, but at the time the sound was so subtle that he subconsciously ignored the discordant noise.

Now, upon closer reflection, he realized that it wasn't the slight tremor of a feather falling to the ground at all; it was clearly a terrifying sword strike unleashed by King Hassan. However, because the sword strike was so fast and so stealthy, and because he was so arrogant and proud, he was killed in an instant.

but……

"No, no, this is impossible! My head, how could my head be cut off! Even if I didn't notice that sword strike, you couldn't have so easily severed my head, which is blessed by the god Set! This doesn't make sense!"

Osmandis looked on incredulously, savoring the memory.

"You inscribe your glory with weapons and your merits with death, causing unrest among the people and unrest throughout the land." King Hassan, leaning on his sword, said coldly, "Lord of the Mummies, King of the Sun, living with the life of the phoenix, bestowed by the gods, what is it that you have built in your heart? Is it merely your delusional fantasies, like a mirage? How utterly foolish!!"

"You bastard—!!"

Osmandis' eyes widened as he was insulted by King Hassan. He was about to retort, but the next moment...

clang!!

The pitch-black greatsword, less than a hand's width from his head, made him swallow back the words he was about to say, and he immediately became obedient. The terrifying aura of King Hassan, like a deep abyss, also startled him, making it difficult for him to speak. Only then did he suddenly realize that something was wrong.

Realizing something was wrong, Osmandis cried out in astonishment, "You, you...you're not some Grand Servant, are you?!"

After carefully observing King Hassan's Spirit Origin level, which was vastly different from his own, Ramses II was finally able to confirm this fact.

"I never expected it to be a Grand Servant...! There's actually a Grand Servant in this extremely twisted singularity. I really miscalculated this time!!"

Although losing to the Grand Master was not unjust, the proud Ramses II was still ashamed of his crushing defeat.

"The title of Grand Master is of no use to me. I am merely a ghost lurking in the darkness, obeying and following the will of Heaven, only wielding the sword that belongs to Heaven when the time is right."

King Hassan, sword in hand, spoke coldly, then looked down at Osmandis and continued—

"The killings you have committed have angered the Lord; your arrogance and conceit defy the will of Heaven. Today, by the will of Heaven, I will take your head. Surrender your severed head obediently!!"

At this moment, the black aura around King Hassan surged continuously, his whole body exuding a fierce aura. He slowly raised his jet-black heavy sword, preparing to deliver the final blow to Osmandis. The shadow symbolizing death immediately covered the magnificent temple.

In that brief moment, Osmandis's eyes widened uncontrollably.

Although within the Great Composite Temple of Glory, he possessed the immortality of a god and was impossible to kill.

Even so, faced with this sword strike that transcended the very concept of death, his immortality was nothing but a joke.

As long as King Hassan covers his head with the concept of death, he will still die, or if the other party takes his head out today, he will also die.

We are at their mercy, like fish on a chopping board; death is practically inevitable.

Thinking of this, Osmandis looked resentful.

He wasn't afraid of death; even if a Servant died, they would simply return to the Throne of Heroes to await the next summons. But he was unwilling to accept it...

He had just met the reincarnation of Moses, which was undoubtedly a sign of destiny and a blessing from heaven. How could he be willing to die without having talked with his dearest friend about the future and the changes?

But now that things had come to this, with only his head remaining, he could no longer resist even if he wanted to; his death was inevitable.

"Ugh……"

On his deathbed, Osmandis's eyes were glazed over, and his heart was filled with endless emotions.

At this moment, he hoped that after his death, his best friend Moses would help Nitocris govern her kingdom, take his place in rebelling against the Lion King, and save the world.

Even though the battle will undoubtedly be fraught with difficulties without him, the king of kings and the strongest pharaoh, he would surely be able to accomplish it if his close friend Moses were the leader.

After all, he was both his greatest enemy and his most sincere friend... The mere Lion King couldn't possibly stop them.