Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

To be honest, Heber was a little surprised.

Because in her expectation, the King of Sheep should not take action.

In previous simulations, he stood firmly on the side of the Red King.

Heber even prepared more than one set of processes from killing to burying, so that he could cut it off at the first moment when necessary.

However, the performance of the King of Sheep at this moment was far from what Hebe had imagined.

Because the truth of the matter was not as he said, it was this group of nobles who acted on their own.

Hebe knew that the Red King had indeed given these nobles an indirect and implicit order in some way, requiring them to drag him to Memphis no matter what means they had to use.

The Sheep King's black robe fluttered slightly in the morning breeze. He leaned forward with his tall figure and asked in a deep voice, "The festival is approaching, yet you are in such a hurry. I wonder where the Ibis King is going?"

He didn't even mention a word about the nobles who died for the Red King.

Heber chuckled softly, "I really don't have the heart to enjoy the festive atmosphere. The calamity of the Nine Pillars Gods is getting worse and worse. I have been searching for a refuge that can withstand the natural disaster. Now I finally have a clue, and I am going there to conduct an on-site investigation."

"Oh!"

The King of Sheep exclaimed, "Where is it?"

"Abydos," Hebe explained. "That's where the Temple of the Kings is located. It's under the utmost protection of the god Horus, and the Ennead has never been able to harm Abydos."

"That's great," the Sheep King sighed, his voice half genuine, "Please leave quickly."

He bowed slightly and said, "I wish you a safe journey."

At this moment, Hebe was sure that the Sheep King was really helping her, and it was not another trap set by the Red King.

Heber bowed silently in return, then gathered people as quickly as possible.

Ten minutes later, Seno and his men gathered outside the city.

"Head towards Abydos as fast as you can. I'll follow you for the sake of secrecy. When you're five settlements away from Abydos, you'll camp and wait for me to reunite with you," Heber ordered Senor. "Do you understand?"

The order was a bit strange, but Seno didn't hesitate at all.

They quickly boarded wooden boats and sailed upstream along the Nile River toward the city of Abydos in Upper Egypt.

Hebe used magic to cover up his tracks, and then hurried in the opposite direction, towards Heliopolis!

That's right, both Seno's team and his own speech just now were a pretext to divert the Red King's attention.

Hebe ran at full speed in the desert, avoiding the raging wind, thinking silently.

Ozymandias was no fool; he must have known that Hebe was headed for Heliopolis. But what would her going to the Obsidian City change? On the contrary, Abydos, home to the Temple of the Kings and protected by the god Horus, was naturally the best place for refuge.

In the eyes of the Red King, even if the Egyptians were allowed to escape, not many people would escape. Compared with the fantastic exile plan, the plan of building an oasis that could withstand natural disasters was naturally more realistic.

The sun had risen from the horizon, and Heber's eyes were dim.

She knew that Ozymandias was an absolute tyrant, so when the Red King confirmed that he was really going to Abydos, he would definitely cause natural disasters there, or even destroy the city of Abydos.

Heber used the city of Abydos to attract firepower for Heliopolis and buy herself time, but she would not sit idly by and watch Abydos be destroyed for this reason.

So she asked Nitocris to start her work there first, so that Abydos could be captured in the mirror and thus be saved from destruction by natural disasters.

"Ozymandias's condition isn't great. He's focused on advancing further, so he can't spare much energy to wreak destruction. He can only choose between Heliopolis and Abydos. Brewing a natural disaster takes time and has many signs." Hebe chuckled softly.

The sun was rising high in the sky, and she began to use the secret teachings of the Lion School, stomping her feet hard. The strong force broke her strappy sandals in an instant, but the footprints left on the gravel surface were very light.

The girl swung her legs, kicked off the broken sandals that were in the way, and then jumped high, like a nimble lioness chasing the sun.

The gravel was gradually heating up, but this did not hinder Hebe. On the contrary, her speed was increasing further.

In this secret march, she successfully arrived near the city of Heliopolis, where the sun carried the smell of pine resin and the obelisk outside the city was always shining.

The Red King abolished all belief in gods, but people's living habits are not easy to change.

The ancient Egyptians had been walking with the gods for thousands of years and had long integrated sacrifices and beliefs into their daily lives. This was especially true in Heliopolis, which is still shrouded in rich incense, and cats can be seen everywhere in the streets and temples.

The Lion School was stationed here. Heber knew their guard and shift patterns, and he passed through several lines of defense without any hindrance and entered the interior of the city.

Hebe rested briefly in the shade of the palm trees. She looked at the passers-by coming and going, and combined with the information she had, she deduced from their mouths the location of the Temple of Hermes Thrice Great.

——The northwest corner of the city.

It is a small temple shaded by date palms, fig trees, and plane trees. The symbol of an eye is carved on its outer wall, while the main entrance is made of pure metal and inscribed with meaningful mottos.

The faith in this temple is not very strong, and it seems very deserted compared to the Temple of Bethel diagonally opposite.

The priests of this temple also seemed very dishonest. When Hebe arrived, there was no one in the temple except a high platform with emerald stone slabs and papyrus and clay tablets containing proverbs.

Heber said nothing, but just flipped through the papyrus and clay tablets. There was no record of any secret transmission on them, but they talked about some details that needed to be paid attention to in daily life, the boundaries of life between husband and wife, and the rules that should be followed in work and study.

Just as Hebe put the clay tablet and papyrus book back in their place, the sound of footsteps came from a distance. A little boy about her height came in quickly with a bag full of dates and poured the dates in front of the emerald stone slab.

Image: "Tutankhamun", Location: "Images/1736685618-100425178-112550361.jpg"

He took out two large dates, stirred them in the clear water, and handed them to Hebe.

"There's nothing good to treat you here, so I went to the back and picked some dates. Try them."

Heber took the dates and found they were indeed big, juicy and tasty.

Seeing Hebe wasn't shy at all, the little boy squinted his eyes and smiled. "Hey, aren't our dates delicious? You can't get them in Memphis. Maybe they're just as scared of the majesty of Ozymandias."

"You are the priest of the Temple of Hermes, right?" Hebe was not surprised that the priest in front of her could call out her name.

After all, March Ruler Raven came from the afterlife, so he would definitely show some miracles.

"Yes, as you can see, I am indeed a priest of this temple." The little boy bowed humbly. "My name is Tutankhamun. I have been waiting for you here for a long time, Your Highness Hermes."

P.S. I finally caught up. By the way, I would like to recommend a group friend’s novel, which is also in the esoteric orange category. "Lobotomy Colony Sincerely Recruitment of Transfiguration Extraordinary People". If you are interested, you can go and have a look.

Volume 37: What We Think of When We Talk About Ozymandias

"Tutankhamun?"

Hebe was stunned. This young pharaoh, who came to the throne at the age of nine and died suddenly at the age of nineteen, did not leave any commendable achievements in history. However, because of the mysteries discovered after his death, the craze of Egyptology reached its peak.

It can be said that in Hebe's previous life, Ramses II may not be known to everyone, but as long as Egypt is mentioned, the name of Tutankhamun and his mysterious curse cannot be separated.

However, that was in Hebe's previous life. In this world, even the Egyptian civilization itself disappeared in obscurity in the yellow sand, not to mention the young pharaoh Tutankhamun.

"You know me?" Tutankhamun smiled in surprise. "Well, I thought it would take more trouble. Please sit down, please sit down... Don't worry about the papyrus and clay tablets. They are just counterfeits without any magical power."

He straightened his clothes, sat down at the desk, and reached out to fiddle with the candlelight in front of the desk.

Immediately, the sunlight filtering through the window frames and door panels shook, and the scene in the distance became illusory and then real again. This space was isolated, hidden in the cracks of time and secrets.

"The following conversation involves history, the gods, and the future, so I must pray for the protection of the Lord of the Mysteries." The young pharaoh smiled humbly. "I hope you will understand."

Hebe frowned. Tutankhamun's attitude was a little too humble. As pharaohs, not to mention Ozymandias, even by the standards of Nitocris and Pepe, Tutankhamun was far inferior.

She gave the boy a serious look and said, "How much do you know about Ozymandias' situation?"

Tutankhamun smiled easily.

"Well... coming up and talking about the greatest pharaoh, not bad, not bad."

He sighed.

"Ozymandias, he holds the key to the wilderness. Even when he was still Ramses II, he commanded the people like oxen, his will the same as theirs.

It can be said that the one-eyed king and father likes such tyrants the most.

If Ozymandias continues on the path of authority, he will surely be favored by the King and Father, and even become one of the King and Father's four aspects."

Hebe nodded slightly. She knew that the king and father was Scarf Father, the ruler of February, the god who held the path of authority.

After the first Ennead Disaster, Ramses II abandoned his scarred father's path and established himself as the Red King. What happened in this process?

Tutankhamun smiled kindly.

"It's normal that you don't know, because this involves the very essence of the Ascendant."

He stretched out his hand, dipped it in the basin of water, and drew a straight line in the air. The water-colored line trembled slightly and automatically split into four sections.

"The Path of Ascension, also known as the Path of Achievement, originates from the creation of the Lord of Achievement, the ruler of the Ninth Moon. It is divided into four levels: Dawn, Day, Dusk, and Crimson, corresponding to the four stages of alchemy: black, white, yellow, and red.

To rise from dawn to daylight, you need to establish your own rules and create your own unique mark.

From day to night, one needs to combine the seals and follow secret rituals to achieve success."

Hebe nodded. She could understand everything at this point. During the War of the Roses, she entered the twilight. In Egypt, she accepted the title bestowed by Ozymandias. When she aroused her authority, it was twilight, and at other times, it was only daylight.

In fact, among the Nine Wise Gods, except for Ozymandias himself, only three kings are of the twilight status. As for Bennu, Shesphenhe, Hermanubis and Apophis, they are only of the peak daytime status.

"The reason why demigods of the Twilight Realm can remain in the world for so long is because their achievements are still remembered by the world."

Tutankhamun took a sip of water from the bowl and narrowed his eyes. "Some achievements are strong, some are weak. The weakest may only last two hundred years before they become precarious. The strongest, on the other hand, are etched into the foundations of the world since the first prehistoric times, and they constantly renew themselves with the passage of time."

The demigod of the twilight status has accomplished great deeds, and the great deeds in turn have ensured the demigod's continued existence. This is the truth of both inside and outside.

Hebe recalled the process of advancing from day to dusk, and could not help but sigh at the complexity of the process, the hardship of the experience, and the incredible ritual.

If daylight turns into dusk, then dusk turns into crimson...

Tutankhamun said calmly, "No, that's not necessary. Achievements are the pinnacle of the path to ascension. In other words, Dusk is the most stable state. As for Red Radiance, calling it a separate stage is a stretch."

He raised his hand and pointed at the water line in the air. The water line instantly became hot and was soaked in the color of fire.

Water turns into fire.

"Dawn, day, dusk—just like the sun rising, reaching noon, and then setting behind the horizon.

This is a complete process, but Chi Yao wants to reverse this step and rise again. Apart from achievements, nothing else can provide motivation.

Do you understand?

To ascend from Dusk to Red Star, in addition to the necessary rituals, the demigod must also burn his own achievements, destroy them with fire, and recreate them with fire, burning his achievements along with his own mortal nature, and forging the truth called "Gold".

Achievements can be falsified, overturned, and forgotten, but the Golden Truth cannot; once declared, it will exist forever."

Hebe was horrified.

And in her silent silence, Tutankhamun continued to tell the story.

"So, looking back to the past and forward to the future, those who ascend from Dusk into the Red Star will either ascend further and coexist with the world forever, or become a pool of ashes that can hardly be called noble, and be completely forgotten by the world.

This process won’t take too long, it can be as short as a moment or as long as seven days, but it won’t take more than twelve days at most.”

Heber understood what Tutankhamun meant from his tone: this was the rule established by the rulers.

Tutankhamun then sighed:

"Ozymandias has lived in the world for hundreds of years in the Red Star. What price has he paid?"

Having said this, the young man finally revealed a hint of indistinct coldness in his tone.

"You also know that the three kings, four sages, and all the people of Egypt are nothing but fuel, but it was more than a hundred years later that Ozymandias differentiated into the Nine Sage Gods.

When he first became the Red King, his eyes were fixed on the pharaohs of all generations enshrined in the Temple of the Kings in Abydos.

Ozymandias has devoured the authority of all the famous pharaohs...except for a few who disagreed with his ways, such as Nitocris and Junapekape. Of course, pharaohs like me, who never truly held power, find him even less worthy of his attention.

Tutankhamun lowered his eyes and said meaningfully, "So, do you understand Ozymandias' current state? After maintaining the status of [Red Star] for hundreds of years, he has already gone completely mad.

He couldn't retreat, so he could only climb up, but the King and Father would not accept a traitor... Ozymandias was not one to bend to anyone, not even the god Horus."

"It seems that my mention of the March ruling gave him unrealistic thoughts."

Hebe was referring to the Raven, the ruler of March, and since Ozymandias had no intention of being under the Ennead, he must be trying to ascend to the top in one step, such as... becoming the ruler.

"It's not unrealistic." Tutankhamun said softly, sitting in the dense light of the secret scar. "It's not unrealistic."

When the first Ennead Bane arrived, Ozymandias was shocked. He began to realize that there was a power far greater than the king's power. Therefore, he sought a path that did not submit to any god...

Haha, this is indeed true. Even for the true Eternals, their golden truth is only the residual position of power.

But you must be wondering why the first Ennead Tribulation occurred? The answer is actually very simple."

ps: There is another chapter later

Volume 38: : Only One Ruler is Required, No Matter Who He Is (Please Save and Read)

Tutankhamun smiled and spoke in a gentle tone.

"The answer is simple. The nine rulers are discussing whether a new ruler should be born."

A look of sudden realization appeared on Heber's face, and he nodded neither humbly nor arrogantly: "So that's how it is!"