Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

On both sides of the road in Memphis, everyone raised their eyes and silently stared at the figure that could even be called "petite". No one said anything in opposition, but the hostility in their eyes was not concealed at all.

But when they saw those calm green eyes, everyone couldn't help but feel dazed.

In that trance, Hebe walked through the royal path where they were gathered, and stood in front of the King of Rams, raising her head and looking into his eyes.

There was no speech, no greeting, just staring at each other without arrogance or servility.

The goat head with burning pupils slowly lowered with a slightly mocking smile.

"—Imon Hetep?"

"Khnum." Heber raised his eyes, holding his cane. "I don't have much time."

Deathly silence, absolute deathly silence descended.

Both warriors and priests cast horrified gazes towards the center of the Imperial Road.

Ever since the King of the Rams became the Hand of the Red King over two hundred years ago, no one has dared to speak loudly in his presence, let alone show the slightest disrespect...

It's not just because he is [Dusk], but also because he is "the one standing beside the Red King", the Red King's hand in the world, and the mouth that conveys the Red King's orders.

After only one of the three kings was left, the power of the King of Rams became increasingly formidable. Even a colleague of the Nine Wise Gods had been judged by the King of Rams.

The King of Rams personally extracted his soul and sealed it into the bodies of tens of thousands of scarabs. He then used magic to reshape his mind, turning it into a colossus that would forever guard Memphis.

And when everyone realized what was going to happen, countless eyes filled with expectation, ambition and anger fell on Hebe.

They were looking forward to the scene where this young girl would be executed by the King of Rams!

After a brief silence, the Ram King's smile became more and more strange and sharp.

He slowly straightened up, and endless shadows spread out from under the black robe, slowly climbing up the shoulders of the black robe, and forming a gloomy circle behind the sheep head.

In the gloomy darkness, only two points of blazing flames were jumping.

"Then you must prove to me—"

The Ram King tightened his long, sharp claws and slowly pointed them towards Hebe's head.

The sharp claws glowed with a smoldering fire. As the Ram King's palm got closer and closer, the air became sticky, the earth seemed soft, and the light around it became solid.

This is because he controls the wisdom of casting and transformation, and what is manifested is the power that is enough to change the nature of things.

However, all he got in response was an inconspicuous cane.

The staff had turned gray when it accompanied Hebe back from Thebes.

But the Ram King's fingers didn't move forward even an inch!

Heber raised his eyes tiredly: "Is this enough?"

"You..."

The shadow seethed with rage, yet the burning pupils grew brighter and brighter, like... sparks flying from striking a flint in the endless darkness.

The King of Rams certainly recognized the staff's true form. It was a weapon forged by masters of the Sheep School, combining the secret teachings of the four great schools of the Phoenix, the Jackal, the Lion, and the Snake, forged for use in war.

This weapon does not really exist; it is an illusion, retrieved from memory through illusion.

It returned from Thebes, a place that should have been a dead place, bearing the scars of its rebellion against the authority of Ozymandias, the Red King.

Traces of all schools can be found above.

If there wasn't a rebellion in the school, it would mean that the girl in front of me was a natural all-rounder!

"Hermanubis's requirement is to master at least the first-order secret teachings," Heber said softly. "I think no one in Memphis right now is more qualified than me to inherit this seat, the Prime Minister. But if you feel that 'Hermanubis' is not worthy of your respect..."

She loosened her grip, and the cane broke into pieces, pushing the Ram King's hand back.

The next moment, Heber once again pulled out a new cane from his side out of thin air.

thump.

The cane fell to the ground.

"—What about the 'King of the Crested Ibis'?"

In the long silence, the King of Sheep indifferently brushed off the remaining ashes on his palms, wanting to respond to the madman in front of him.

However, a response came before him.

The stone slab rose in the arms of the Sheep King and became hot.

It was shaking the air and laughing loudly.

【Hehehe, hahahaha! 】

"You're such a rebellious person, you're quite amusing. But it's okay, I'll allow it!"

Volume 27: Since You Come to See Me, Why Don’t You Bow? (Please Save and Read)

The laughter fell straight down from the sky, like a drumstick beating everything in the world, making the dust on the ground tremble and jump.

As soon as the King of Rams heard the voice, he prostrated himself in the direction of the pyramid, his movements even more devout than those of the most devout priest.

Only after the deafening laughter died away did the King of Rams stand up from the ground.

This was an oral instruction that only Hebe could hear.

Even the King of Rams could only hear the Red King's laughter. As for the many nobles and priests kneeling on the ground, they were completely unaware of it.

It seemed as if their time was taken away when the Red King came.

The Ram King had calmed down. He glanced at Hebe and said in a dull voice, "Follow me."

He turned around and walked through the crowd of people who seemed completely ignorant. Instead of entering Memphis, he walked towards the three towering pyramids in the distance.

Hebe followed him quietly.

It took a full quarter of an hour after the two left before the first person reacted.

......

There was no one on the royal road leading to the pyramids, only solemn stone statues standing on both sides.

These magnificent buildings were located outside the city's protective cover. Logically, they should have been worn down to gravel by the scorching hot wind. However, when Hebe walked on the royal road, he felt that the hot wind was avoiding the sides of the stone statues.

The King of Sheep walked silently in front, still holding the stone slab with burn marks in his arms. Even with a sheep's head on his head, one could see the solemnity on his face.

Hebe looked at this "face of faces" with an open mind.

Khnum, the King of Rams, was unusually tall, standing three or five men tall. Before unleashing his might, he looked like a giant with a goat's head.

In past simulations, the reputation of the Sheep King was not very good.

"Abuse of power", "arbitrary executions", "excessive cruelty", "seducing the God-King"... almost all bad reputations can be put on the King of Sheep.

Whether in the major schools or within the temple, similar remarks are circulating in a dark way.

Theoretically, the Sheep King is fully capable of putting an end to such remarks, but he doesn't seem to care - as long as no one speaks nonsense in front of him, he will pretend not to hear.

The scorching temperature scorched the air, causing a mirage-like illusion to appear on both sides of the royal road in front of the pyramid.

The King of Sheep waved his sleeves casually, and the distorted illusions disappeared.

"The seat of the King of Crested Ibis is slightly different from the other four seats."

The muffled voice of the Ram King came from the front.

"I don't know why His Majesty favors you, but since you haven't been reduced to ash in the thunder and fire, it means His Majesty has already issued an edict for you... Therefore, I have an obligation to explain it to you briefly."

"Thoth, the King of the Ibis, was once more glorious than I in former days. But the beast-god's destiny fell and waned, and new gods, called 'rulers,' arrived."

"They are powerful, they are knowledgeable, and they set a new blueprint for the world. The power of the beast gods was seized, overshadowed, and unified. Their fate swayed at the will of those in power."

"Sekhmet was defeated by the Scarf-Father's authority, stripped of his wisdom and strength and reduced to the status of a beast. After that, the Scarf-Father was worshipped throughout Egypt as Horus."

"Every generation of Pharaohs has inherited the divine blood of Scarf Father, and their conquest of monsters and alien races is endless."

"Thoth, the King of the Ibis, melted before the 'Glorious Twins'... The twins' honorable names are 'Mr. Day' and 'Mr. Dusk'."

"They were identified in Egypt as Aten, the rising sun, and Atum, the setting sun,."

"Affected by this, all apprentices studying the secret teachings of the Ibis King face an uncontrollable urge to pursue light, and risk losing their sanity due to excessive obsession... Ridiculous, isn't it? The greatest danger doesn't come from outside, but from one's own lifelong learning."

There was no trace of laughter in the words of the King of Rams, but rather a deep and unbreakable sadness.

"Your Majesty's mausoleum is ahead. I can't go in anymore."

He handed over the slate in his hand and said, "You go and pay your respects alone."

Those pupils that flickered like wildfire stared at the girl without blinking.

Heber took the warm slate and held it in his hands.

......

The moment Heber stepped into the narrow trail, a pale blue light shone from afar, sweeping across his body with a sense of technology.

"This light... is somewhat like the cobalt blue light in the wasteland." Hebe thought calmly.

The Red King's intentions were not concealed at all. After he ascended to become the Red Crowned God King, he set up elements like these in his own mausoleum, trying to artificially create a "wasteland" environment!

At the end of the corridor is a square stone platform.

As Heber stepped forward, the slate in his hand glowed with a soft blue light.

The stone platform rose rapidly, and the transparent light shield protected the stone platform, so that Heber did not feel any impact.

She quickly passed through the layers of the pyramid, looking at the man-made grasslands, mountains, oceans and forests, and watching those different scenes gradually disappear under her feet.

She silently memorized these wonders in her heart.

Finally, the stone platform slowly came to a stop. The golden imperial road gradually rose, leading into a deep, silent darkness.

The candlelight flickered, the smoke hung like a curtain, and there was no throne for the king to sit on.

Is this the palace of Red King Ozymandias? It's a bit too cramped.

As soon as this thought came to Heber's mind, he felt a slight vibration under his feet.

A pale mist suddenly emerged, and the imperial road she was walking on was dyed bright silver, and a feeling of lightness came from her body.

Hebe lifted her foot slightly—she climbed higher and higher on the mist.

Even during most of the day, "flying" is impossible, because the laws of the present world suppress the unreal "reality", but in the past, the rules were not so strict.

She walked through the candlelight and the smoke and saw a magnificent blue light descending from the top of the pyramid.

The blue light emerged from the mist and turned into steps under her feet.

Hebe stepped on the steps and left the pyramid, and her vision suddenly became clear - above the thick clouds was pure light, and the light permeated the clouds, like a burning sea.

And above the vast sea of clouds, there is a huge and sophisticated mechanical structure.

This is an existence far beyond this era, even beyond the generations after Hebe. It looks like a magnificent palace and a spire made purely of metal. Countless gears are running intricately inside it, circulating over and over again, making thunderous sounds like heartbeats.

Nine nested metal sun wheels spun around this huge matrix.

With the arrival of Heber, the huge matrix began to roar and run, and then in the center of the gears, levers, and matrix, a fierce glow that was no less than that of a real sun instantly lit up.

Hebe had already looked away before that, but the slate she had been holding flew up instantly, forming a pale blue barrier around her.

As the sun rotates, the blazing light subsides slightly, as if turning from the scorching sun at noon to the setting sun at dusk.

The grand and glorious sound came from all directions, carrying with it unspeakable cruelty and brutality.

"——Since you've come to see me, why don't you bow?!"

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Volume 28: Yoked King and Minister

A majestic light radiates from the huge and complex mechanical structure.

This is the true form of the Red King. After he discarded his ancient human body, he ascended to become an eternally balanced and incorruptible mechanical holy body. However, what runs inside it is not oil, lightning and steam, but "unreal" royal power and divine power.

——The glorious and magnificent complex temple.

The glorious complex temple hanging high in the sky is the royal body of the Red King Aosmenthis.

However, Heber only bowed slightly, without even a moment's pause.