I Am a Heroic Spirit

The temple began to tremble in the raging black storm, and Ether Anubis was also sucked into the center of the black storm. There were constantly faint blue light spots emanating from the body of Ether Anubis.

The size of Ether Anubis is shrinking, and the faint blue light spots are the body composition of Ether Anubis, which is the power of death expelled by the power of Set.

"Buzz!!!"

Suddenly, the ground of the temple began to hum, and the walls on all sides shone brightly. A dark halo bloomed from the statue of Anubis, and the deathly energy that was almost turning the world into the underworld was released from every part of the temple.

Imorton only felt his body sink, and then his eyes became dark and he could not see clearly.

Then, several sounds of breaking through the air were heard from the front, followed by a series of muffled sounds.

Imhotep showed a look of shock. Right in front of him was the black storm that symbolized destruction. How could there be any other sound? If it was something else, it would be hard to say. Enemies related to the underworld should not have the possibility of escaping.

Just as Imhotep was thinking this, the black storm gradually subsided, and the figure of Ether Anubis and dozens of bandages shooting out from the black storm could be faintly seen.

Imhotep raised his foot and walked away in another direction, but the bandage was as agile and flexible as a poisonous snake and immediately caught up with Imhotep.

Dozens of bandages were wrapped around Imhotep, wrapping him around and around without leaving any gaps.

There were a few bulges on the surface of the bandage from time to time, which was Imhotep's struggle, but it was of no use. No matter how hard Imhotep struggled, he could not tear free from the bandage.

A few minutes later, the black storm completely dissipated, and the bandages stopped moving. Imhotep, who was wrapped in bandages, fell straight down like a mummy.

The Ether Anubis dissipated on the spot, and the Temple of Anubis returned to peace.

"Those who blaspheme death will eventually be punished by the gods."

A solemn voice rang out in the Temple of Anubis. The ground beneath the mummy rippled like water. The mummy's body slowly sank and was swallowed by the Temple of Anubis.

In the Temple of Ramesseum, ripples appeared on the ground in front of the throne. Two magic books, one gold and one black, rose from the ground and floated right in front of the throne.

"The Golden Scripture of the Sun, which praises the sun, and the Black Scripture of the Dead, which contains countless spells and engraved with the principles of death."

Osmandis said lazily on the throne.

"Although it's not a powerful Noble Phantasm, it's still qualified to be my property."

Osmandis tilted his head, looked at Nitocris, and said casually, "I'll leave it with you for now, Nitocris. The abilities of these two books will allow you to reach the strength of a Servant without any problem."

"Thank you very much for your generosity, Pharaoh Osmandis."

Nitocris bowed slightly to Osmandis, then stretched out her hands and took the two magic books.

"Boom!!!"

At this moment, a roar sounded in Nitocris' ears. The roar that tore through the darkness put a heavy burden on her head, and the sudden dizziness almost made Nitocris fall forward.

However, although her strength and durability were both at the lowest E-level, Nitocris was still a Heroic Spirit after all, because when she fell, she held onto the Pharaoh's throne in time, which allowed her to stabilize her body.

"I'm so sorry, Pharaoh Osmandis, I lost my composure."

Nitocris stood up in a panic, then bent down towards Osmandis again.

"It's so ugly."

Osmandis leaned back on the throne, his voice devoid of emotion.

"I'm very sorry, Pharaoh Osmandis, please punish me."

Nitocris said in a more panicked tone, bending down even more.

"Pharaoh Nitocris, ancient Queen of the Sky, where is your glory as Pharaoh? It's just a small matter, is there any need to panic? Hold your head high, stand tall, and do not bring disgrace upon the mighty name of Pharaoh. Remember, you are also a Pharaoh who represents the gods. Maintain due respect for me, and do not lower yourself too low."

Osmandis warned sternly.

"Ah? Well! Yes, I understand, Pharaoh Osmandes." Nitocris shouted in surprise, then quickly responded.

"Go and greet them, there are guests coming." Osmandis said.

The roar was getting closer like thunder, and the magical impact that followed was getting stronger and stronger, as if the enemy was charging from the front.

"Front-side breakthrough? Is it the enemy?"

Nitocris put away the two grimoires and walked down the stairs in front of the throne.

"No, I feel the breath of the Pharaoh. It's better to say that he is a compatriot who came to visit rather than an enemy." Osmandis narrowed his eyes and said lightly.

Nitocris showed a puzzled look on her face and quickened her pace, quickly passing through the sanctuary, the corridors, the pillared hall, the inner courtyard, and arrived at the gate of the temple.

"Hey, King Ramses, I, Alexander the Great, have something to ask you. Please come out, okay?"

The sound came from the sky, and purple lightning flashed across the sky. It was a luxurious chariot with two fronts, pulled by two strong bulls with lightning under their feet, and fell from the sky to the ground.

Hearing the voice in the lightning, Nitocris's expression became serious and full of respect. Through the knowledge and memory given to her by Osmandis, she knew that although Alexander the Great lived much later than her, he was a pharaoh much greater than her.

In the receding lightning, a two-meter-tall man stood majestically in the driver's seat of the chariot, with the red cloak behind him fluttering in the wind.

"Welcome, I am Nitocris, and I have come to greet you by order of Pharaoh Osmandis."

Nitocris took two steps forward, stopped in front of the chariot, bowed slightly to Iskandar, and spoke respectfully.

"Ah? Nitocris? Ancient Queen of the Sky, thank you for welcoming me." Hearing the voice, Iskandar looked solemn and returned a salute to Nitocris.

"You're welcome. Please follow me, Pharaoh Iskandar," said Nitocris.

"Wait a mininute."

Iskandar called out to Nitocris who was about to turn around and leave, then, in Nitocris's astonished eyes, he bent down, took out a wooden barrel from the chariot, put the barrel on his shoulders, and then jumped off the chariot.

"What is that?" Nitocris was stunned and asked in confusion.

"This is a gift. It contains red wine." Carrying a barrel of red wine, Iskandar walked towards Nitocris happily like a wine shop owner delivering goods.

The two entered the temple one after the other, walked through the aisle, and came to the hall.

"Pharaoh Osmandis, brought by Pharaoh Iskandar."

Nitocris called out to Osmandis from the steps in front of the throne.

"Well, my name is Osmandis. I am both a god and the sun, and I am the pharaoh who rules over the earth. Welcome, my fellow pharaoh Iskandar."

Osmandis looked at Iskandar and said calmly.

"Please come up. As the pharaoh, a symbol of the times and a member of the gods, you are qualified to be on an equal footing with me."

"Hahahaha, it's really an honor, Pharaoh." Iskandar laughed proudly, carried the wine barrel and walked up the stairs, came to the platform where the throne was, and then put the wine barrel down.

Nitocris also quickly walked onto the platform and stood to one side of the throne.

"What is that?" Osmandis looked at the wine barrel and asked Iskandar.

"This is a souvenir. I heard it's a must-have for people visiting friends these days. I prepared some well-reputed red wine."

Iskandar patted the bottleneck of the wine barrel and smashed the lid with his fist. The rich aroma of red wine immediately filled the air in the temple.

Osmandis raised his eyebrows. In front of the throne, a round stone table and two stone chairs rose from the ground.

"Although the shape is strange, this is a wine vessel unique to the country I came from."

Iskandar smiled, sat down on the stone bench, and placed the wine barrel on the stone table. As he spoke, he proudly scooped a spoonful of wine with a bamboo-handled spoon. Unfortunately, no one on the scene could point out his common sense mistake.

Iskandar first drank the wine in the spoon in one gulp, and then handed the bamboo-handled spoon to Osmandis.

Osmandis looked at the bamboo-handled spoon handed to him by Iskandar with disdain, and swept his right hand across the armrest of the throne, and two gold-handled spoons appeared in his hands.

Iskandar took back the bamboo-handled spoon in disappointment, poured himself another spoonful of wine and drank it.

Osmandia said to Nitocris, who was standing stiffly to one side, "Pharaoh Nitocris, please take a seat as well. Since fellow Pharaoh Iskandar has already taken a seat, you can't just stand there like an idiot."

As he spoke, Osmanthys handed one of the golden-handled spoons to Nitocris.

"Yes, Pharaoh Osmandis."

Nitocris responded, then sat down confidently at the side of the stone table.

In front of the two noble pharaohs, she could not bring shame to the name of the pharaoh.

Osmandis took a spoonful of wine and drank it, squinting his eyes for two seconds before opening them and saying, "—Hmm. Such a poor wine. But that lowly creature, perhaps timid at the honor of having its spirit flow down my throat, quickly vanished, drained of all its vitality. Such a decisive act is worthy of recognition."

After taking a spoonful of red wine, Iskandar laughed heartily, "Hahahahahahaha, are you really praising it for being cold and tasting good? You're really beating around the bush!"

Overhearing their conversation, Nitocris took a sip of the wine and offered a serious assessment: "It's certainly not a particularly outstanding wine, but it's a pleasant treat to have a cold one in the scorching desert."

“That’s all.”

Osmandis put down the golden-handled spoon and looked at Iskandar. He asked, "What are you here for? You're not just here to drink, are you, Iskandar?"

"Of course not." Iskandar shook his head and said calmly, "I met the British prophet Merlin in Japan earlier. He invited me to Egypt to help you."

"Help me?" Osmandis scoffed, his gaze turning to the large screen high in the sky on the other side. He asked, "Does this Nightmare think these idiots can defeat me? That's a truly ridiculous idea."

Osmandis had already contacted Merlin before Iskandar entered the temple, but Merlin only replied with one sentence.

Busy, don't disturb, ask Iskandar.

Then there was silence. It looked very busy, as if something had happened somewhere. After all, apart from Merlin, there was no other suitable person to take charge of the center, so Merlin, who liked to slack off, became the busiest one.

"What is that?" Iskandar looked at the big screen and noticed the people fighting with aliens on the screen, and asked in surprise.

"They're just some fools, fools who challenge me under the banner of democracy and freedom, threatening to end my rule over Egypt as a condition for victory." Osmandis' words were filled with disdain and sarcasm, but that wasn't evident from his face.

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"To dare to challenge Egypt's most powerful pharaoh, Osmantheus, must be a truly extraordinary hero."

Looking at the exciting battles between the various parties on the screen, Iskandar couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

It is not only for the challengers' skills that would not be unknown even in the mythological era, but also for their courage to challenge the unbeatable enemy even though they know they are invincible.

"You could say that, because to those heroes, I am always an obstacle. A great king, but also a tyrant who must be defeated. Therefore, no matter what era or world, I will always reign as the enemy of the heroes."

Osmandis nodded in agreement at first, then his eyes swept across the big screen and his face darkened again.

"However, if they were pure heroes, it would be fine, and I would show my respect with the strongest means. However, these fools are just two people of the Glimmer of Light with ulterior motives, and a group of ignorant people who have been bewitched and deceived. It's completely impossible to take them seriously."

Osmandis frowned and said angrily.

"Is that so?" Iskandar said in astonishment. He subconsciously placed the spoon in his hand on the stone table and turned his gaze to the large screen. He scanned several sections and pointed at the section where Tianqi was. "Is that him? Who is the other one?"

Iskandar had excellent eyesight and found the unique Apocalypse on the big screen at a glance, but he couldn't find the second person.

"If you dare to challenge the bravery of the God-Pharaoh, I will give you permission to die in despair!" Osmandis's expression remained unchanged, and his magnetic voice was full of arrogance that seemed to disdain everything.

"He has been killed by you." Iskandar had already adapted to Osmandis's way of speaking. As soon as Osmandis finished speaking, he understood the meaning of his words.

Osmandis looked up at Iskandar and said frivolously, "There's no need to pay attention to the incompetent fool. Let's get back to the original topic. How did that nightmare come up with such a ridiculous invitation to help Yu?"

"Ah." Iskandar took a spoonful of wine, drank it, and then spoke, "The prophet seemed to have seen something. He said that around twelve o'clock, a war with tens of thousands of people will break out here."

"A war in which the units are counted in tens of thousands?"

Osmandis repeated, a sarcastic smile on his face.

"The Egyptian warriors are all under my protection. You could say they are an army I created. Their lives and strength are all in my hands. As for the armies of other countries, or their powerful warriors, who can stand against my army?"

Osmandis' words were not exaggerated at all. On the contrary, they were underestimated. If there were only tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of troops, he could kill them all with a single Dendera electric ball. Even if there were hundreds of thousands, it would only take a few more Dendera electric balls.

"Then I don't know. Wizard Merlin seemed very busy and didn't say much to me. He just asked me to tell you and let you see it with your own eyes. He said that in this temple, as long as there is a little clue, you will be able to see the future." Iskandar shook his head blankly, touched his chin, and recalled what Merlin wanted him to say, and repeated it to Osmandis.

"That's true. In this temple, I, as the king of gods, am omniscient and omnipotent." Osmandis said proudly. The power of the gods is in his hands, and no one can defeat him in the temple.

"It's better to take a look. Master Merlin would never speak carelessly." Seeing Osmandis's extreme confidence, even to the point of arrogance, Iskandar couldn't help but remind him.

"Yes, Pharaoh Osmandis, please exercise your power and take a glimpse of the future." Nitocris also said anxiously. After hearing Iskandar's words, she really felt a little uneasy.

"Since you have prayed so much, I will take a look."

Listening to the two people's slightly urging words, Osmandis said casually.

A temple in the Grand Complex Temple of Glory burst into dazzling light, and Thoth's power was liberated by Osmandis.

Osmandis's eyes grew deep, and an extremely vast scene appeared in his sight.

Still in the Grand Composite Temple of Glory, an indescribable figure stood high in the sky, emitting a colorless glow from all over his body, covering the entire sky.

Osmandis saw himself standing at the same height as the indescribable figure, hundreds of meters away from the indescribable figure, confronting it.

Indistinct warriors flew down from the sky behind the indescribable figure, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of thousands of warriors landed among the temples.

The sphinxes had already prepared themselves on the ground. As the warriors landed, thousands of sphinxes charged towards the warriors whose figures could not be seen clearly.

War is about to break out.

The unclear figures are by no means weak, because a dozen or twenty of them can entangle a sphinx and suppress it quickly, even though the sphinxes have the ability to revive quickly. Among them, there are even Star Sphinx, Tri-Pyramid Sphinx, Sphinx Andrew, Sphinx Dileya, and Sphinx Andrew Guinness who can hold back hundreds or even thousands of unclear figures by themselves. Despite their absolute numerical advantage, they were unable to win.