Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

All the mysteries have been solved.

The nine rulers discussed in the wilderness and decided to give birth to a new ruler. Their opinions would certainly not be exactly the same, so the antagonism between the rulers affected the world from the wilderness, forming the first disaster of the Nine Pillars of God.

Ozymandias, realizing that there was a greater power and other paths, was forced to take a crucial step, but he could not rise higher.

He first devoured the pharaohs of successive generations, then split the seats of the nine wise gods, and then brought down natural disasters, taking the lives of countless people as firewood to sustain himself.

But even so, Ozymandias could not hold on any longer. In seven years at most, he would go alone and fall into the abyss with all of Egypt.

Hebe spoke the name of the March Ruler, Raven, and this young ruler came from the future, which brought a new turn of events. Ozymandias realized that he might even become the ruler - the flame of ambition made him unable to let go.

To this end, he was willing to sacrifice everything in Egypt to achieve his own great cause.

If Ozymandias were here, he would surely laugh in response: "I am the Sun, king over the Great Red Sea, the Oases, and all the lands. The whole of Egypt should die for me, isn't that right?!"

Hebe's heart sank gradually, and she stared carefully at Tutankhamun who was smiling in front of her.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, but the seats were empty. There was no Tutankhamun, only an empty carpet.

Hebe looked calm, she stared quietly at the place in front of her, and then the area between her eyebrows suddenly swelled up, and a faint ripple of light appeared in the air, like layers of feathers.

The layers of feathers disappeared in an instant, as if they were just a dream. Tutankhamun was still sitting upright in his seat, chewing on fresh dates.

"Is the Tutankhamun before me really the pharaoh who died young in history?" A thought flashed through Heber's mind. "Is he the incarnation of the March Reign, or..."

This thought quickly faded away, and Heber suppressed his emotions: "In other words, if I don't stop it, Ozymandias really has the possibility of becoming the ruler?"

Hebe thought of the horrible skeleton that descended from the clouds at the end of every seven years, trampling on the desert and oasis, and snatching flesh and blood to satisfy itself. If he had to find a ruler to correspond to it, it would probably be the Lord of Sighs, the Ruler of December.

Could it be that Ozymandias is the later Prince of Sighs?

After Heber came up with this guess, the progress of the strategy for conquering the Lostbelt increased significantly.

The sunlight distorted, forming words that only she could see.

"The truth of history is finally revealed. In the cracks between natural disasters and ambition, Ozymandias found the path to power. He holds the key to open the ultimate door."

"Ozymandias is touching a taboo, but taboos have their own power. The Red King uses all of Egypt as the foundation for his ascension. In the rise and fall of civilization, he will seize the power of natural disasters, despair, and death."

The truth of history cannot be changed, and the fate of the birth of the Twelve-Month Ruler, Sighing Duke, is no different.

Hebe raised her head and met Tutankhamun's gaze.

The young Pharaoh was happily chewing dates, but when he noticed Heber's gaze, he smiled awkwardly.

"I think the gods probably wouldn't like a tyrannical, arbitrary, and reckless colleague," Hebe said to Tutankhamun with a smile. "When it comes to arbitrary rule, there's Scarf-Father, the Second-Month Ruler; when it comes to brutality, there's Crippled Wolf, the Eighth-Month Ruler."

"Moreover, I believe that a deity in charge of the paths of the Winter Code should remain silent and respect death. At the very least, it should be a proper death."

The brighter Heber's smile grew, the colder she felt grew.

Tutankhamun opened his eyes wide and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

At this moment, Hebe uttered his final words: "...I think the gods should only need one ruler, and it doesn't matter who that ruler is."

Then, with her will, new words emerged.

The color of the words was extremely light, just like the fresh snow on the window.

"Ozymandias' ascension ceremony is nearly halfway through. As promised by the Canlang, the new ruler will enter eternity. Everything in Egypt will fall apart and cease to exist, but there is still hope."

"Because the rulers disagree, the gods only need one ruler, but they don't care who it is. It could be Ozymandias, or anyone else. And the priests promised the goddess who made the covenant that all would be well, that everything would be in order."

You will witness the birth of a new ruler and the announcement of Ozymandias' defeat, thus marking the end of this Lostbelt.

......

When Nitocris stood outside the city of Abydos, she was definitely not in a good mood, because she realized that Hebe's words contained a strong sense of farewell.

She felt unwilling, angry, ridiculous and empty, and as the Pharaoh, she felt even more helpless.

Nitocris respected Hebe, just as Hebe respected her. In her eyes, Hebe was a child who could easily self-destruct at any time. However, the more this happened, the more Nitocris wanted to protect her, to bless her, and to accompany her to grow up safely.

If it is still possible.

Thinking of this, Nitocris' heart grew colder. She stared at the soldiers on high alert on the city wall, calmly stretched out her hands, and then crossed her fists in front of her chest.

A dark halo rose behind her head, but the dark halo was soon stained by a desolate white, dotted with stars like heavy snow falling silently in the dark night.

【First Mark: Funeral Document】

[Second Seal: The Great Deeds of the God of the Underworld]

[The Third Seal: Judgment of the God of the Underworld]

The Fourth Seal: Desert Night Wind

The four gates of Abydos were suddenly covered with a thin layer of white frost, and a chilling chill spread over every inch of land. Both commoners and nobles lowered their voices unconsciously, and even their footsteps still sounded loud.

Hieroglyphic writing appeared on Nitocris's crossed arms. Just seeing those words made the guards on the city wall burst into tears, but the tears froze before they could even flow down their cheeks.

The cold wind came from all directions, circling silently in the gloomy sky. Then, all sounds were silenced in the intoxicating frost, and no extra noise appeared.

A thick blanket of snow descended from the horizon, tinting Abydos into a bluish-white world. The Temple of the Kings and the obelisks inscribed with the achievements of the kings all appeared thin under the weight of the snow.

The city has been completely transformed by the power of winter. It will appear even more beautiful under the snow and moonlight, and an intoxicating silence will linger in the city's sky.

It has crescent-shaped walls and a snow-like appearance. This is the city of Abydos today.

However, Nitocris still felt it was not enough. She raised her arms, and the ancient papyrus silently unfolded. Those heartbreaking words fell on it one after another, and then, over the past thousand years, those who had died on this land also crawled out of the graves one after another.

The dead had sunken eye sockets and the flesh that used to be their mouths was shriveled and smooth. They walked through the north wind with emaciated bodies and became the best residents of Abydos.

At this moment, Nitocris finally finished her preparations, and she gently exhaled a pale stream of air.

The new snow echoes with the north wind, making a gentle resonance.

——[The Book of the Dark Mirror].

At some point, a mirror that seemed to be made of obsidian appeared in Nitocris's arms. The mirror was pitch black, like the silent night. When she raised her hand, the shadow of Abydos appeared in the mirror, but the city was also silent.

All living things are absorbed into it, and they are unaware that they have been removed from the world.

In the present-day city of Abydos, only the silent dead remain. They have found their former residences based on their remaining memories.

Nitocris hugged the mirror, reached into it, and took out a white cloak.

There was nothing else on the cloak except two empty pupils, staring straight ahead silently.

Nitocris draped the white royal robe over herself.

Image: "Nitocris", Location: "Images/1736772965-100425178-112554036.jpg"

The next moment, a rumbling sound came from the distance.

The pharaoh looked up and saw a scorching hot wind, accompanied by a sandstorm, howling from a great distance.

Volume 39: Abydos, the Land of Splendor

Seno and others swam upstream along the Nile River.

Their boats were of an ancient design with pointed ends. They were vehicles imitated from the Sun Boat by the Gongyang School.

Although it cannot travel in the air like Ozymandias' throne and can only sail on the water, it is still very fast.

In mythology, the god Ra rode a solar boat across the sky from east to west, and at night, it sailed across the River Styx. Along the way, Ra defeated twelve monsters, ushering in the next day's dawn. This is how a full day in Egyptian mythology is structured.

If nothing unexpected happens, it will take them half a day at most to reach the vicinity of Abydos.

However, things did not develop as smoothly as expected.

On the boat, a soldier casually scooped up a handful of water from the Nile River. The water rippled in his hand, and its color was slightly reddish under the sunlight.

"wrong......"

Senuo didn't bother to say anything more. He quickly leaned his upper body over the side of the boat, staring at the river.

In the panicked eyes of the crowd, the waves rippling from both sides of the ship were rapidly emitting bubbles. These bubbles were light pink and stuck to each other like grapes, but in people's eyes, they looked more like blood foam spurting from the mouth of a dying person, or alveoli exposed to the air after the chest was cut open!

The bubbles exploded quickly, and then dark red water surged, replacing the clear river water from just a few seconds ago.

A pungent smell of blood gradually rose in the air, and even the vision became blurred.

One of the Nine Plagues, the Blood of Isis!

Just like Horus to Scarfather and Set to Crippled Wolf, Isis is the aspect of the Seventh Archon, the Holy Grail!

This disaster will only occur around water systems. It will not be like the Plague of Osiris, which will take away lives on a large scale while plunging the water into darkness. It will only pollute the water source, causing all water sources to emit a pungent bloody smell and kill all living things in the water!

"Keep calm, everyone, come ashore!" Seno shouted, "Keep away from the blood."

He gave orders calmly, and this attitude gave everyone present a sense of purpose, and the fleet slowly approached the shore.

However, he was not as calm as he appeared.

"Fortunately, the King of the Ibis is not far behind us. Now, we can only reach Abydos as soon as possible."

While Seno was thinking, the ship suddenly began to shake violently, blood and water surged into a vortex, and a huge suction force came from below, pulling the ship he was on and refusing to dock.

Then, a low murmur suddenly sounded from underwater.

A crocodile beast with compound eyes on its head and scales on its body emerged from the water and leaped up, crashing into the ship!

The part of its body sticking out of the water is several meters long, and what is even more terrifying is that this behemoth can actually survive in the depths of the Nile River, which has turned into blood.

"Fuck!" Seno didn't have time to draw his sword, so he could only clench his right fist and smash it against the crocodile's long snout.

Boom!

The wooden boat spun and crashed into the shore, dark red blood gushing from the bottom of the boat. The crocodile raised its head with a wail, fell into the river, and began to writhe in pain.

The power of the spell surged between Seno's fingers, evaporating the splattered blood in an instant.

He quickly jumped onto the river bank.

The stinking river water surged like a chaotic hell. The huge crocodile sank into the water, and it was unknown whether it died or licked its wounds.

Their boats sank into the river one after another, without causing any waves.

As the ship sank, the hearts of the people who witnessed this scene also sank - their originally high emotions instantly plummeted.

Failure in a campaign is the worst way to destroy morale.

Everyone once again turned their attention to Seno, waiting for the next order.

"How much food and water is left? Are there any weapons lost?"

After receiving a positive response, Senor said calmly, "Since we have all the supplies and weapons, why are you so depressed? Moreover, the Ibis King is right behind us. Do you think His Excellency Imon Hetep will just sit back and watch us die?"

Everyone whispered, once again gaining confidence from Senuo's firm tone.

"Let's go, hurry up." Senuo waved his hand, "This time we will go by land."

The land route takes a little longer, but it is safer and more stable...that's how it should be.

......

After encountering the sand bandits for the second time, Seno ordered them to stop holding back.

They had been delayed long enough, and among the obstacles on the road, the blind sand bandits were the easiest to solve.

If you encounter a natural disaster, you can only take a detour.

What makes people most disturbed and anxious during this journey is the large-scale herds of animals.

These monsters, which usually hide and disappear, appeared in front of them in groups, and the closer they got to Abydos, the more frequently they appeared.

'Something has happened in Abydos,' Senor thought.

He was unwilling to make endless and limitless guesses, so he could only lead the team forward. At the end of the silent march, they finally saw their designated destination.

According to rumors, this is a city no less important than Memphis, where the king list and temples set a majestic standard and the lineages of several dynasties were recorded here for a long time.

However, at this time, thick clouds were swirling in the sky of Abydos, and the scorching hot wind roared and destroyed its outer walls, turning this city that had stood here for thousands of years into a gray-yellow ruin.

Winged venomous snakes coiled on the tall obsidian obelisks. On the city streets already covered with quicksand, tens of thousands of poisonous scorpions made creepy noises as they continuously laid eggs, hatched them, and devoured each other.

The rooms that once housed ordinary people have become nests for poisonous birds. Their shriveled bodies are covered with sticky feathers, and they emit hoarse, shrill howls, announcing the end of this city.

Abydos was finished.

They were still a step too late and could only witness the end of this city.

Seno didn't have time to think about what this meant, and immediately ordered the team to slowly retreat to a farther place - while they were waiting and watching, the giant winged snake circling in the storm had already swam towards them.

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