Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

And what else can compare to what Heber once made with his own hands?

Hebe held Apep's staff and swung it like a paddle, casually whipping the surface of the Plague of Osiris!

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The Plague of Osiris shrank back quickly like a finger burned by a burning ember!

This retreat was nearly two hundred meters.

Heber stepped forward, continuing to swing his staff.

The Plague of Osiris retreated once more, vomiting out all the villages and soldiers it had previously engulfed!

These people were on the verge of death - the moment the Plague of Osiris left their bodies, they escaped "death" and came back to life in an instant, but their condition was by no means good.

However, they were not blind and could see the girl in front of them holding a papyrus book in her left hand and a staff in her right, driving away death like a legendary god.

They could see that when the beautiful green-eyed girl waved the long staff in her hand, the darkness that greedily devoured all life disappeared like the receding tide.

Everything that was deprived of life was "resurrected" in this process.

In an instant, Heber had passed through the small village and continued south.

......

Heber calculated clearly that she had no qualifications to compete with either the military nobles or the representatives nominated by the temple priests.

Even if she is more strict, she needs to give an explanation for the knowledge she has mastered.

The situation is like a game of chess where dozens of pieces have been taken away. How can we win?

Heber's answer was simple. She would just pick up the chessboard and smash it hard on the opposing player.

She also remembered clearly that even if she brought the news back to Memphis, the military nobles and temple priests would have to delay for a while before sending troops south - no matter what, some territory and people would have to be sacrificed.

"Even the Red King Ozymandias did not reclaim those lost lands, allowing them to sink into the plague of Osiris."

Hundreds of thousands of people were abandoned one after another until the seventh year, when there was no place to retreat.

Hebe stared at the thick darkness before him.

The Plague of Osiris, a natural disaster named after one of the Nine Pillars of God.

Unlike the Breath of Set, it will only descend within the protective shield, and the more people there are, the greater the chance of it descending.

As far as Hebe knew, the outbreak point of the Osiris Plague should be Thebes.

It is not the Thebes of ancient Greece, but Thebes Luxor, located in the middle reaches of the Nile River and regarded as the holy place of Upper Egypt.

Legend has it that successive pharaohs built countless temples, palaces, and shrines here, and Ramses II was naturally the most enthusiastic in this regard. He not only built his own temples and statues, but also altered the statues of previous pharaohs and gods to resemble his own face.

At its peak, Thebes was known as the "City of a Hundred Gates," and the Arabs praised the city as a palace in heaven.

However, at this time, Thebes disappeared, and the darkness of the dream filled everything.

Hebe held out his hand.

As she embarked on her solitary pilgrimage southward, waving her staff to repel darkness and rescue those who were trapped in the deadly situation, she had already ascended into the "daylight."

For enlightenment to become daylight, a genuine "pilgrimage" is needed. And what Heber did was enough to be considered the foundation of his "achievements."

—He embarks on a solitary pilgrimage to reclaim the lives and lands that belong to the living, like a mythical healer or a legendary warrior.

This is also the difference between the past and the future.

In the future, apprentices will have the courage and means to try, but will lack the opportunity to make pilgrimages.

In the past, such opportunities were everywhere, but apprentices lacked the courage and imagination to do so.

But Thebes is different from other places. The daylight-level status is not enough to pry open the Osiris plague entrenched here.

Heber calmly stretched out his hand and grabbed to the side.

An exquisite gold lotus ornament lay quietly in her palm. It looked like a brooch, and it was unknown who had worn it before.

Heber had been gifted this brooch several times in past simulations.

She closed her eyes slightly, then concentrated.

Hebe threw the brooch into the darkness in front of him, then reached out and pulled it to his side.

"I am here to pay my respects to [Bestel] Junapekap Sachit Hatshepsut."

Before she finished speaking, she spoke again.

"The great Pharaoh Pepe..."

"Wow, who the hell are you?" A clear, complaining voice suddenly rang out. "How did you get my token in your hand? And how dare you call me by my nickname!"

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The girl in front of him raised her cat ears unhappily and shook her long, silky hair, causing the water lilies on her hood to sway.

The tail under her cloak was stretched straight, and her slender white feet stepped on the ground unhappily, leaving messy footprints.

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Heber sighed and returned the sincere gaze.

"Please listen to me first."

Hebe pointed to the dense darkness not far away. "Don't be angry with me. Just look, we are already in Thebes."

Pepe looked in the direction of Heber's tender white fingers, and his chubby face wrinkled.

"The Plague of Osiris..."

She pursed her lips, not knowing for a moment whether to turn around and run away first, or to punish Heber, the disrespectful person, first.

Pepe took a deep breath.

"Listen carefully. I don't want to get involved in Thebes' affairs at this moment, especially since the Ennead has already descended upon us. I don't know how you got my token... but if you want to escape, I can take you there."

Pepe felt that everything today was inexplicable, and she had done her best.

The girl with beautiful green eyes just looked at him calmly, with a hint of sadness flashing in her pupils.

That sad color was like the rain falling on the petals of water lilies at night, which made Pepe's heart ache.

"Is that so?" Heber nodded gently. "I understand. Please forgive me for not bringing more offerings."

"Please forgive me."

The girl bowed slightly, then turned calmly and left quickly.

One step, two steps, three steps.

"Wait a moment!"

The curve of Heber's mouth was fleeting.

She turned around, with just the right amount of confusion and a hint of anticipation on her face.

"Do you have any other orders?"

"Do you want to die?!" Pepe's voice rose several degrees, "I won't feel sad for one person's sacrifice!"

Heber just looked at her quietly.

She is waiting.

"Do you think that doing this will soften my heart?"

Pepe felt his voice tremble a little: "You cunning priests...it has been like this since the Second Dynasty!"

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

The girl, once a pharaoh and now a beast god, stared at Hebe and spoke softly.

Pepe knew she had indeed softened her heart. Whether she was a pharaoh or a beast god, she disliked "sacrifice" and "offerings."

If it were Sister Nitocris, she wouldn't have any concerns about this, because in her eyes, life and death are a normal cycle, and the sacrifice will be reborn again after the sacrifice.

But Pepe is not like that, so she would rather not see those scenes that would make her uncomfortable.

She would rather stand in the night and savor the loneliness brought by history.

"Please forgive me, I would like to ask your witness for what I am about to do."

"Why..." Pepe pursed his lips and spoke with some difficulty, "You are a priest of Hermanubis, aren't you? Why don't you go and worship the god you believe in? Why do you need me to bear witness for you?"

Hermanubis is the Greek name of Anubis, in other words...it can be regarded as Nitocris herself.

"Because your mercy surpasses that of all the gods," Hebe replied. "Even if I fail, you will bring this news to the Egyptians, and Hermanubis sees this as their destiny, and there is no need to disobey."

"You may still be wondering - if Hermanubis is like this, why should I become his priest?"

Hebe said softly, "Because Hermanubis is only pleased to see the end of mortals, and he does not make any arrangements for the process. In his eyes, mortals are like water flowing in a river."

"Hermanubis only needs to remain silent, and his kindness surpasses that of other gods."

Pepe wanted to clarify things for Nitocris, but some hidden emotion kept her silent.

"Okay." Pepe looked at the girl in front of him, looking into her beautiful green eyes, "Tell me your name."

"Imon Hetep."

"Well, Imma! Whether you succeed or fail, I will keep my promise and tell everyone what happened in Thebes. Let them know that there is such a hero who wants to save everything."

Hebe thanked him again and then walked calmly into the darkness.

......

The darkness was not pure nothingness; it swallowed up everything in Thebes and recreated them within its own body.

The surging blue-black river flowed past Hebe.

A numb and dull pain reverberated deep within the body like a tide.

Heber's eyes turned and he looked around. In the extremely lush reed field, there were countless corpses with their chests cut open and their internal organs removed. A considerable number of them had begun to rot and turned into mud.

Everything here is like the underworld where Osiris lives.

Blah, blah, blah.

Along with these noises, two figures like giant crocodiles, wrapped in thick linen robes covered with a thick layer of mucus, with long, tangled hair on their heads, walked out of the dark blue river.

The man on the left held a hook-like knife in his hand and spoke incoherently, "It's time, it's time."

"We must bring ten men to His Majesty."

The man on the right, holding pliers and a long hook, replied in a muffled voice, "Then we must not neglect it."

"They are all nameless undead spirits, be careful!"

They rummaged through the corpses, which were like a pile of mud, and soon came to Hebe, where they happily dragged an old man up from the ground.

Although he is called an old man, he is actually only in his thirties or forties.

The old man screamed in horror.

"What are you yelling about? What's there to yell about?" the knife-wielding crocodile growled gruffly, "You are all slaves of the Scarlet King. It is your duty to die for him."

"Hateful! Hateful! You vicious slave, I cannot allow you to disturb the king's sleep!"

The crocodile picked up the knife and was about to stab it into the old man's mouth to cut off his tongue.

"Why do you call him a slave? This is the underworld, why should he be treated like this?"

At this time, Hebe stood up in the dense reeds by the river.

Her voice was not loud, but it made people want to listen.

The crocodile holding the knife shook the old man in his hand, leaned forward and asked in a muffled voice.

"where is this place?"

Without waiting for the old man to answer, the crocodile laughed and said, "This is the underworld. The Red King is the master of the underworld."

"You are standing on the Red King's territory now, how can you not be slaves?"

"The King has fallen into a deep sleep and needs you to sacrifice yourselves. If you are unwilling to sacrifice yourselves for the King, you are committing a crime."

Hebe looked at the old man. "As they say, sacrificing one's life for the king is indeed the greatest honor in your Egyptian minds. Are you willing?"

Tears rolled down the old man's eyes.