Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

Invisible sound waves spread out, gathering in Heber's field of vision and reflecting the surrounding scene.

This is the Temple of Thoth, a holy place where many priests and scholars study, practice secret teachings, and exchange knowledge, but it is also the palace of the King of Ibis.

Hebe had been here many times and stayed here for a very long time, but she had never come here as the owner.

Scholars and priests gathered before her like clouds, paying her the highest respects with the different etiquettes of each school.

This also includes some old acquaintances.

"Then I will send you here, Lord Emonhotep."

The majestic voice of the Ram King rang out: "Further ahead, and this is your territory."

"Thank you for your company, Lord Knum." Heber bowed.

The Ram King nodded slightly, and smoldering flames rose from under his feet. The fluttering black robe disappeared in the fire in an instant, as if he had never arrived.

The tall figure was no longer there, and everyone finally had the courage to quietly look up and look at the girl who held two honorable positions.

"Why should she inherit the seat of Hermanubis?"

"Not only Hermanubis, but also Thoth... Humph, does she think she's the King of Sheep? We've been here for decades, and we won't just listen to her."

These noises fell one after another like an avalanche.

However, before some people could come up with more vicious thoughts, their eyes were involuntarily focused on the halo hanging high behind the girl's head.

The minds of those people were instantly in chaos, and they felt the brilliant light before their eyes pouring into their pupils and seeping into the deepest part of their brains.

The dozen or so priests straightened their upper bodies tremblingly, the skin on their faces veiled as if blown by a strong wind, their eyes scrambling to break free from their sockets, and turned into bright yellow moths that fluttered away.

The eyeless priests opened their mouths wide, their limbs clanged and shattered like broken clay pots, and their flesh and bones fell off with a hissing sound as if they were roasted.

Their hearts ran out like dogs, their stomachs twisted and crawled out like scorpions, and their intestines slithered out like snakes.

These scenes seemed to be just fascinated fantasies. The priests shuddered violently, and one after another they became unreal, turning into residual light on the retina.

The rest of the people heard the girl's indifferent voice ringing in their ears.

"Just because I'm not used to changing established things doesn't mean I don't have the ability to make changes."

"It's just that my time is precious. Instead of wasting my breath, I prefer to send people directly to the underworld."

Volume 30: Nitocris (First update)

With the lives of only a dozen priests, the entire Temple of Thoth came under Hebe's control.

When the King of Rams learned about this, he had no objection and asked Hebe whether it was necessary to enslave the families of these priests as well.

Heber's answer was: No need.

She couldn't even remember these people's names, let alone care about their life or death. As for the families behind them, they were even less worthy of concern.

"These people are all nobles, and their families have been passed down for hundreds of years."

A dark-skinned young man sat on the carpet, frowning: "If you want to do something, they can't be ignored."

"You're right, that's usually the case." Heber put down the papyrus in his hand, "But what if I don't need the help of these families?"

The lifeless green eyes stared directly at the young man, oozing with chilling coldness and determination.

"If I want something, I will have weaknesses. If I don't want anything, they will have no value."

The young man frowned in confusion, placed his hands on his knees and took a deep breath.

"Then...what about me? Am I valuable to you?"

"Yes." Heber nodded seriously, "Just like vegetables to farmers, river fish to fishermen, and cold jokes to you, Senuo."

In the original simulation, the dispute over Hermanubis's seat came to an end after several ups and downs.

Senor, the orphan of a military noble who was adopted by the temple priests, received the sixth-level promotion and became the last generation of Hermanubis until the natural disaster struck Memphis.

He would have succeeded Hermanubis two years later if Hebe had not appeared.

"You will be my assistant." Heber continued to pick up the papyrus, feeling the uneven lines on it. "I want you to organize all the people in the major schools who you trust and who are willing to obey my orders within the next few days."

"This organization must be independent of the various major schools, but I allow you to act under the name of Hermanubis."

"My requirements are that you closely monitor the movements of the other schools, priests, and military nobles. Furthermore, you must possess the credibility to organize enough people at critical moments. And, when necessary, be able to break down into smaller groups."

"As for the organization's internal structure, organizational composition, and approval process, I don't ask."

Heber picked up the pen and knife and left the mark of the crested ibis on the papyrus.

"Take this handwritten order. This is the funding for your activities for the next year. Don't worry about the Ram King; he won't be a hindrance to you. If His Majesty the Scarlet King holds you accountable, I will bear the full responsibility."

Senor took the papyrus and gazed at the jackal head on it, which represented Hermanubis.

"—There must be a name," he said. "Since we will be your staffs, what should we call each other?"

After a not-so-long silence, he heard Heber's voice coming from the front.

"The Temple of Silence."

......

After Senuo left the Temple of Thoth, the surroundings became quiet, with only the cool aroma rising from the furnace.

Heber picked up another papyrus scroll, ran his fingers along the grooves on it, and read the words written on it.

The sunlight coming in from the window gradually became thinner, and the objects in the room were covered with a layer of pale white. The temperature dropped slightly, the girl's fingertips became a little stiff, and the shape of the white air exhaled from her mouth and nose was clearly visible.

Even the flow of time slows down, as if one is caught in the cracks of time, space and secrets.

Finally here...

Heber put the papyrus on the low table and sighed.

She raised her eyes and looked directly at Nitocris who had appeared silently before her.

This is a card Heber must hold onto.

"You...seem looking forward to it?"

"Is it obvious?" Heber smiled. "It would be a lie to say I'm not looking forward to it."

Even so, her voice was flat, reminding Nitocris of a marble tomb covered with white vines.

Nitocris, who was almost on par with Anubis, immediately realized what Heber's calm tone meant.

It was a heartbreaking optimism - how many times had she experienced death?

Nitocris blinked, and the strong sense of death disappeared again, as if it had never appeared.

In her eyes, the girl in front of her who was still smiling was already covered with countless terrible cracks, like a piece of pottery that was about to break but was barely mending.

——The person before me is about to break down, Nitocris thought.

Hebe rested his face on his hands in a somewhat careless manner and smiled as he said, "What do you think of our Majesty Ozymandias?"

Nitocris instinctively wanted to rebuke Hebe for her disrespect for not addressing the Pharaoh with a respectful title.

However, Nitocris remained silent.

She allowed Hebe's little offense.

It was for this reason that Nitocris chose to ignore Hebe's increasing demands.

After all, in her eyes, Hebe could face death calmly, so he would naturally not be afraid of Ozymandias's power.

Nitocris lowered her eyelids, and her cold voice echoed in the inner chambers of the temple.

"His Majesty the Red King reigns supreme over the Great Red Sand Sea and all of Upper and Lower Egypt. The word 'great' alone cannot even begin to describe his achievements."

"Even though the Red King is using destruction to demonstrate his rule over his people?"

"That's also a side of authority. If they don't want to submit, they can leave Egypt," Nitocris replied, "just like the Thebans."

Hebe understood.

She knew that Nitocris was harder to convince than Pepe.

Nitocris is used to seeing life and death, so her heart is harder than Pepe's, and her emotions are calmer and less prone to fluctuations.

"Authority..." Heber muttered the word playfully, "What if I say that the path His Majesty the Red King is about to take is a far cry from authority?"

This statement is truly outrageous to the extreme.

It can be said that based on this sentence alone, even if Hebe is the king of storks, he will be labeled as a traitor.

However, upon hearing this, Nitocris fell silent.

The old pharaoh slowly sat down opposite Hebe and stared at her for a long time across the large desk.

An imperceptible sadness flashed across those golden eyes.

Ultimately, like Pepe, she also has complaints about Ozymandias's artificial creation of natural disasters and his actions of bringing disasters to his people in order to perpetuate his own destiny.

No matter how much she told herself that Ozymandias sacrificed his people to fight against the so-called greater disaster...but when she saw the number of sacrifices continue to grow, Nitocris's heart was no longer at peace.

That is not a true death, not a death without pain or worries, but a death in which the dead are tortured in order to squeeze out the last bit of emotion from their souls and bodies, in order to maintain Ozymandias' rule... purgatory.

No matter what, those who are on the path of sublimation cannot go against their own desires.

So when Heber said this, Nitocris remained silent, and silence can sometimes prove one's attitude.

ps: There are still nineteen chapters to go

Volume 31: Everything will be fine, everything will be in order

"Let's talk about the Ennead first."

Heber's tone was calm, and it seemed that he was not talking about God at all, but rather about what to eat tonight.

"Whether in Heliopolis, Memphis, or Thebes, there is only one statement about the Ennead: they created the world and laid the foundation for everything we know."

Heber rubbed his cheek and said, "That's what the priests say, but they also know that the Beast God once competed with the Ennead Gods for the Old Mandate. The Beast God was ultimately defeated, losing his authority, power, dignity, and even wisdom."

At some point, a huge and warm black cloud appeared around him, and Anubis listened quietly to Hebe's words.

The jackal's pupils were moist and it slightly closed its eyelids.

Nitocris said nothing.

The old beast gods fell from the wilderness, such as Best and Anubis. They signed contracts with humans and relied on faith to maintain their status, wisdom and power.

Ozymandias therefore valued the beast gods, believing that these beasts could share his pain and continue his rule.

During this process, the Enneads seemed somewhat schizophrenic: on the one hand, they brought down a natural disaster called the Enneads' Plague on Egypt as a punishment; but on the other hand, they turned a blind eye to the Red King's intention to confront the Enneads.

This problem can be realized with just a little thought, but no one dares to think about it in this direction.

In the previous simulations, if Hebe had led in this direction, he would have been caught on the spot and executed by someone with ulterior motives.

Nitocris's expression shifted slightly as she met Heber's deep green eyes. She wondered if the Red King was truly blind, granting such a sycophant such dual authority. But she had no desire to interrupt Heber. Nitocris's eyes widened. She wanted to listen, to hear the sycophant's words of advice.

Thus, with deliberate connivance, the rebellious words flowed slowly like still water.

"The Red King deceived us. The Nine Pillars of God have no intention of destroying Egypt. In fact, in their eyes, the Egyptians' faith or not is nothing more than a matter of dust and sand."

Nitocris clenched her hands on her knees. She argued dryly, "The Ennead did indeed send down a natural disaster that wiped out three-quarters of the Egyptians. This is irrefutable evidence. Even Nefertiti, beloved of Ozymandias, died in the disaster. If the Ennead didn't care about Egypt, why would they send down a natural disaster?"

Heber smiled.

That smile was cold and without any warmth, so cold that it made people feel afraid.

"Forgive me for being presumptuous, but let me take you as an example. In your eyes, which is more important, the life and death of mortals or the rise and fall of a dynasty?"

Nitocris was a pharaoh much older than Ozymandias. Judging from the divinity of Anubis, she came from the First Dynasty, and judging by the name "Nitocris", it was already the Sixth Dynasty.

She saw that mortals lived and died in a flash, and that dynasties rose and fell as commonly as the ebb and flow of rivers.

"As long as one dies properly, and meets their end correctly," Nitocris took a deep breath, "then, in my opinion, the life and death of a mortal is as important as the rise and fall of a dynasty."

Heber stretched out his hand: "The Ennead Gods think so too."

Nitocris was stunned.

Yes, if she was like this, then what was Egypt to the Ennead? Gorgeous palaces, magnificent temples, and obelisks boasting of military prowess...how much weight could all of these hold in the eyes of the rulers?

Does Egypt really have the qualifications to be destroyed by natural disasters brought down by nine rulers?

If it really came to that, how could Egypt survive in such a situation?