Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

The members of the Apophis School are always so eccentric and arrogant, even believing their skills are superior to those of other schools... But one has to admit that their knowledge is indeed outstanding. The roads connecting various places were designed by members of the Apophis School."

The old man watched with satisfaction as Heber fell into stunned thought.

After a long time, Hebe raised his head with difficulty.

"What is the name of the last of the Nine Sage Gods?"

"I've already told you the answer to this question." The old man waved his hand, seemingly exhausted. "His Majesty the Scarlet King has not yet announced the name of the last of the Nine Sage Gods, so we don't know, and we can't open a new school... Well, we still have some time, so follow Curtis and explore the academy."

Heber stood up silently, bowed to the old man, and then left the small room.

Curtis, with a lapis lazuli pendant hanging on her chest, came over and motioned Heber to follow her.

After leaving the temple, they toured around the public area of the Temple of Thoth. Curtis kindly pointed out the teaching area to Heber and also pointed out where the real taboos were and where students were not allowed to enter.

As the night deepened, Hebe was taken to a single side room, which would be her residence for the next seven years.

......

Only when there was no one around did Heber let out a long sigh.

If you know nothing about ancient Egyptian culture, you naturally have no idea how serious the deviation in the Lostbelt is.

But Hebe happened to know a little about ancient Egypt, which made her feel extremely pressured.

For example, the "Nine Pillar Gods" and the "Nine Wise Gods".

The original Ennead was composed of nine great gods headed by Ra, including Osiris, Isis and Set, who are quite famous gods.

They should have been the objects of worship of the Egyptians of this era, but now the names of the Enneads are completely associated with various natural disasters.

For example, the "Plague of Osiris" that came quietly and took away all lives equally, and the "Breath of Set" that made Hebe a Trisolaran dehydrated.

Replacing the ecological niche of the Nine Pillars of God are the "Nine Wise Gods" who are extended from the Red King Ozymandias. They are regarded as aspects of the Red King and are worshipped and followed by the Egyptians today.

For example, "Ozymandias", "Hermanubis", "Apophis"...

These names should have been the Hellenized names given to them after the establishment of the Ptolemaic dynasty, but they appeared at this time, 1,800 years earlier.

For example, the "skills" taught by the school represented by the Nine Sages continued to be passed down consistently in the Rose War Lostbelt and even in the later mystical world of Albion.

But while much remains, much is lost, and with the passage of generations, it has become unrecognizable.

Heber stood up from the low bed and walked back and forth in the room, his thoughts flashing rapidly.

"There must be some unknown places buried." Hebe thought, "If I want to know these secrets, I must climb higher. Becoming a priest in the temple is far from enough."

She remembered what the old man had said during the day: there were still many vacancies in the seats of the Nine Wise Gods, and the seat of Hermanubis had been changed three times in ten years.

Ozymandias himself seems to have no problem with this.

"If that's the case, then why can't I become Hermanubis?"

Since there is almost no limit to the number of times one can conquer the Lostbelt, Heber can take this opportunity to repeatedly investigate the secrets therein, learn the knowledge of many schools of thought, master the necessary power, and through repeated simulations, completely control the direction of history.

Then he re-simulated and became Hermanubis, one of the Nine Wise Gods.

Or, more radically, become one of the three hanging kings... Thoth, the King of the Ibis.

ps: I recommend a friend's novel, also in the esoteric orange category, "My Adventure Diary of Reincarnating as a Bad Woman"

Volume 20: The End of Memphis (Please add it to your collection)

A lamp breaks the dark night.

Beside the low table where the lamp was dimly lit, a girl in a white robe was frowning and reading the words on the papyrus with difficulty. From time to time, her lips moved slightly, as if she was reciting the contents silently.

Seven years have passed.

Heber had already returned to the path and became an enlightened

This time she achieved the path under the Principle of Winter, which, according to the name of the Temple of Thoth, should be the "Priest's Path".

To ascend from enlightenment to daylight required opportunity, practice, and the conviction to honor one's desires. Hebe knew that the nobles and priests would not allow him to climb any higher, so after several attempts, he gave up on advancement and instead began studying the secret techniques of various schools.

Among them, she mastered the skills of the Hermanubis school the most, and had secretly learned all the secret rituals that could be taught.

As for other schools of thought, Hebe only studied the mechanics of the Gongyang School and the lighting of the Crested Ibis School. As for other schools of thought, she could only understand them but was not yet able to master them.

"If only Curtis hadn't been promoted so quickly..."

Curtis was promoted to the contemporary Saint Bennu two years ago, which resulted in a significant reduction in the time Heber and her could meet, perhaps only once a year.

During these seven years, Heber did not neglect his interpersonal relationships.

Apart from Curtis, who had always had a good impression of her, she also made many other friends, such as the modern Hermanubis who loved to tell jokes and play cards; and a woman who could have inherited Shesfenhe but refused twice, and who spent all her time fighting and drinking... Although Heber's friendship with these people was not particularly deep, it was enough.

Enough so that she could co-opt or replace them in the next simulation.

rustling......

The papyrus scrolls kept moving by, but Hebe's thoughts flowed in silence.

Although she never left the Temple of Thoth after that, thanks to those interpersonal relationships, the movements in Memphis were basically not ignored.

Ever since Curtis inherited the seat of Saint Bennu, Heber could feel that the atmosphere around him was becoming increasingly tense and cold, as if something big was brewing.

To this end, she used various means to break through the limitations and tried to master the secret rituals that were not taught to outsiders.

For example, what Hebe holds in his hand at this moment is the "Book of the Gates of the Sun," which is recognized as the "most powerful" and "most solemn" scripture in the Hermanubian school.

This scripture is the entire outline of the Hermanubian school. It performs mystical rituals through silent reading, secret contemplation and imagination. It is very obscure, yet extremely exquisite.

It uses the voice of the sun to explain the relationship between the king, the sage, and the country. It uses the construction and destruction of the "tower" as a metaphor to interpret the conclusion that "all things will eventually become silent."

The papyrus Heber held was only a copy, but even so, the knowledge held power.

She spent a year and a half studying and silently reciting the scripture every night, and finally achieved success.

In other words, she already has the qualifications to become Hermanubis.

After resting for a while, Hebe picked up the scripture again and moved his lips.

“I stand on the opposite side of the times, and I can still see it.”

"Alas! This person is still and yet he is endlessly flowing."

"You cannot see my loss of heart, Amon!"

He was clearly just reciting silently, but suddenly a gust of wind began to blow in the room.

Heber concentrated his attention, feeling the coolness spreading faintly on the tip of his tongue, and blew towards the oil lamp on the table.

call!

The oil lamp suddenly went out, but the light became soft and quickly spread throughout the house.

Hebe stood up, took the papyrus in her hand, and put on a robe.

When she did this, the soft light that filled the room fell on her robe for a moment, like a gentle sunset.

This was a secret spell that Heber had compiled from the Book of the Sun-Circling Pagoda. It could borrow light and temporarily grant protection, rendering the recipient undisturbed in both time and space.

Heber walked out the door without saying a word.

The Temple of Thoth was silent, as if it had fallen into a thoughtless darkness.

Hebe's robe emitted a bright light, and when she walked barefoot in the long corridor of the Temple of Thoth, the fluorescent dots fell and cleared the way for her.

The road, which was not long on normal days, seemed to have no end at this moment. When Hebe's robe gradually returned to ordinary, she finally arrived outside the Temple of Thoth.

Outside the temple, "people" were standing densely.

Their facial features were unclear in the dark, and their figures looked tall and strange. When Hebe came out, they all turned around and faced Hebe with their highly decayed faces.

Heber spread out the papyrus in his hand and moved his lips again.

"I have nothing to do, so I just relax and enjoy myself."

"Time slips away through the cracks, slowly and gradually."

She walked through the rotting classmates, and her robe, which had lost its magic, made crackling and rustling sounds as it passed through them, and then turned into strips of rotting cloth.

The effect of this secret spell is that the person chanting it will be ignored by the dead and the spirits of the dead.

Hebe sometimes sang in a low voice, sometimes read silently in his mind. The papyrus book in his hand gradually became fragile and shriveled, and quickly broke into pieces as if it had been exposed to the sun for decades.

When she walked a few hundred meters, only a short section of the papyrus remained.

This distance was not enough for Hebe to walk any further, so she walked to a nearby platform and sat down.

At this time, clouds were gathering in the dark night sky, like surging tides.

The clouds swirl around the three pyramids of Memphis like a whirlpool.

Above the largest Pyramid of Khufu, one can vaguely see a larger platform supported by a cyan-blue light curtain.

This metal platform looks like an inverted pyramid.

The light grew brighter and brighter, but the entire Memphis seemed to be dead, with no reaction at all.

Whether they were priests, Timur nobles, or commoners, they all blended silently into the night and became the dead with rotten faces.

Among the nine plagues of the gods, a natural disaster called the Plague of Osiris had already quietly descended on Memphis.

At the same time, the hissing sound became more and more intense, the papyrus book in Heber's hand suddenly flew up, and a hot and dry wind blew from all directions.

The burning wind called Breath of Set has also arrived.

A sad and desperate howl sounded from the sky above the Pyramid of Khufu.

"We were wrong! We did it wrong! We failed!"

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

Along with this sound, there was a creepy chewing sound, and a huge "ball" emerged from the thick clouds.

The sphere was decorated with gold and red, and emitted a pale light all over. However, this light was always blocked by the clouds and could not completely illuminate the land of Memphis.

After several struggles, the ball slowly turned around, revealing a scarred eyeball.

But in Heber's eyes, this sphere looked more like... a skull.

The moment this thought came to her mind, the sphere descended slightly from the clouds, and its white spine emerged from the darkness.

This really is a skeleton!

Its legs wrapped around the pyramid, and its hands kept scooping flesh and blood from the clouds.

The flesh and blood, which were of unknown origin, fell on its body and turned into bright red muscles and blood vessels, but no skin.

It's like a skinned person.

Heber spread out his hands, and the last fragment of the papyrus had turned into ashes and disappeared.

She realized that she was likely the last living person in Memphis.

But in the next moment, two figures appeared in front of her.

"Are there any living people?" a voice said.

"No, she is dying. This is her end, I see it," another voice answered.

Heber opened his eyes again.

The scorching hot wind was destroying all the prosperity of Memphis. In the yellow sand, the two cloaked women stopped communicating and looked at Hebe together.

Heber could barely make them out, but the sandstorm was getting stronger and stronger, and he couldn't make out the details. He could only see that there was a big difference in height between the two women.

"You are a priestess of Hermanubis," the tall woman said. "In that case, I have an obligation to provide you with undisturbed peace..."

"Thank you very much."

Heber sat cross-legged, his hands resting on his knees, and forced a dry smile: "Could you please tell me your names?"

The tall woman's outstretched hand paused.

She raised her other hand and took off her flat hood, revealing long hair as pale as moonlight and gold ornaments on her head that looked like rabbit ears.

Those eyes are the eternal color of gold.

"My name is Anubis," she said, "and before I renounced my mortal nature, I reigned over Upper and Lower Egypt under the name of Nitocris."

Image: "Nitocris", Location: "Images/1736052345-100425178-112525090.jpg"

She placed her palm firmly on Heber's forehead.