Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

Seno was lucky. They did not witness the arrival of the Breath of Set with their own eyes. It was an extremely abnormal and terrifying scene. Just witnessing it would cause extreme confusion or even direct distortion.

Nitocris evacuated the frosty city of Abydos immediately, but she did not really leave.

Although she had some guesses about Hebe's arrangements, she could never truly believe that Ozymandias would destroy the city of Abydos.

The reason is very simple, the Temple of the Kings is here.

It is where the pharaohs of all generations were worshipped and where the tombs of many pharaohs were located.

In other words, it is both a ancestral temple and a ancestral tomb.

This is like a young gangster who is rumored to have done all kinds of evil. No matter how bad or terrible he is in the rumors, he should not be willing to dig up his family's ancestral graves... But Ozymandias is not an ordinary person.

When he gave up the title of Pharaoh, he burned all the kings in the Temple of the Kings as firewood!

So why would Ozymandias feel any pressure in destroying an empty shell of Abydos?

Thus came the foehn winds and sandstorms.

Nitocris suddenly felt a little cold. She was completely disappointed with Ozymandias, whom she once looked up to.

She gazed silently at the city of Abydos, watching destruction befall the dead within.

......

First came the foehn winds and sandstorms, which completely blocked Abydos.

Soon after, the water reserves in the entire city became smelly and spoiled and could no longer be used.

Large numbers of maggots breed in the rotten water.

Theoretically, the dead in these cities should be unaffected, but chaos is born from them - these silent dead begin to resist Nitocris's control and try to achieve "freedom".

In order to avoid being noticed, Nitocris interrupted the control.

The silent dead launched a terrible riot. Their shriveled bodies had no blood, but under the influence of the natural disaster, they still acted according to the instincts that remained in their lives.

So the whole city, from top to bottom and from bottom to top, was out of control.

The dead swayed silently in the terrifying atmosphere. Some of the dead who had developed self-awareness tried to open the city gates and stop the chaos, but to no avail.

Soon, the desire to survive became uncontrollable and peculiar. Under the influence of such bizarre light, the dead abandoned all their selves, and the changes not only appeared in their hearts, but also reflected in their bodies from the inside out.

The dead who once loved reproduction now have more prominent cheekbones, their arms become strangely long and slender like wings, and their legs in the lower body become useless and atrophied. Their reproductive organs become stronger and stronger, replacing the atrophied legs as a means of walking, and their overall appearance is like a snake with wings.

Once fond of fighting, their arms became increasingly strong and powerful, and their palms evolved into pincers. Having lost their arms for climbing, their ribs became flexible and parallel legs, allowing them to walk freely on sand and steep walls, and their tail vertebrae extended backwards and grew stingers, like scorpions.

Once power-loving, they grew feathers, covering their shrunken bodies, which otherwise had nothing. They always held their heads high, either circling in the clouds or dwelling high above the city. They were easy to spot, looking like giant birds except for their bulging eyes.

This was the origin of the monsters, a transformation and atavism rather than a fall. The silent dead became the legions under the command of the Canglang, and after dozens of rapid iterations, they had completely become monsters.

As for the snakes, scorpions, and birds that were entrenched in the city when Seno and others arrived, they had completely lost their humanity and wisdom.

This was the end of the city of Abydos, its splendor was destroyed.

ps: There will be another one later.

Volume 40: Farewell (Please read and save)

Heliopolis.

"Brilliant! Wonderful! Incomparable!"

After being momentarily speechless due to astonishment, Tutankhamun burst into laughter, clapping his hands and offering unstinting praise: "How audacious, yet so intelligent, you were able to grasp the correct direction from just a few words. You can truly hold the pulse of history in your hands."

"Well, since it's such a grand event, you wouldn't refuse a pharaoh from participating, would you?"

"It's my honor." Heber bowed slightly.

"Excellent, excellent." Tutankhamun leaned against the table and smiled knowingly. "You don't have to worry about anything in Heliopolis. As for now, you probably wouldn't mind a little help from me, right?"

The pharaoh stood up, patted his white cloak, and stretched out his hand slowly.

Two pure lights suddenly appeared above his head. The two lights connected end to end, forming a brilliant circle behind his head.

"My third mark is called [Illusory Sunrise Wings]," Tutankhamun explained. "The greatest benefit of this mark is to receive the mighty power of the Lord of the Mysteries to stabilize my frail body, preventing conflicts between the marks and allowing my work to function normally.

For this reason, those blessed by my Third Seal can travel freely along all secret paths. "Your Highness Hermes, when you are blessed, you will be able to smoothly cross the vast territory between Upper and Lower Egypt, and in a moment, travel from here to the east of Abydos."

Along with Tutankhamun's voice, wing-like patterns extended from both sides of the halo, and the bright sunlight fell on Hebe's body like a veil.

Hebe knew that the power of this mark was definitely more than that, but since Tutankhamun didn't say anything, she wouldn't ask.

"The third seal has been blessed." Tutankhamun smiled, "But it's not enough."

The halo behind his head expanded like a living thing, with sharp thorns protruding from the edges.

A huge object made entirely of gold gradually rose from the ground of the temple. Its appearance was somewhat like a coffin for storing mummies, but the front had an empty and majestic face, exactly the same as the "Golden Mask of Tutankhamun" that Hebe had seen on TV in his previous life.

This golden mask is huge, and the space inside can accommodate two people.

Hebe walked in, and the illusory sunlight gradually emanated from the surface of the golden mask.

The Pharaoh's face slowly turned and looked towards the distant east of Abydos, where Nitocris was.

A voice came from afar, like a whisper in a dream.

——[Among the gods, the one with a beautiful face]

This is Tutankhamun's achievement.

[Current progress: 75%]

......

The climate east of Abydos had been completely changed by natural disasters. When Hebe walked out of the golden mask, the hot yellow sand really burned her.

Fortunately, it hasn't reached a completely unbearable level.

Not far away was a small oasis of wild date palms, and Nitocris was sitting under one of them.

When Heber walked over, she pulled the corners of her mouth as if to smile, but her expression was uglier than crying.

"He really did it, how dare he..."

The female pharaoh muttered to herself in a daze, her pupils filled with endless hatred, grievance and pain.

Just now, Nitocris was still thinking about meeting Hebe, but when Hebe really appeared in front of her, Nitocris did not dare to speak.

——She did not fulfill her promise to Hebe and travel all the way to the east; but she did not have the ability to stop the natural disaster. Even when the breath of Set swept over, her heart was seized by panic for a moment.

In fact, this is just human nature.

What was truly torturing Nitocris was her own delicate and sensitive heart.

Heber was keenly aware of this.

"Please help me." The flaxen-haired girl lowered her eyelids. "Your Highness Nitocris."

"Okay." The female pharaoh's voice trembled. She finally raised her face and smiled as brightly as a sunflower. "If it's you..."

If it were you, then everything I did would not be meaningless.

Five minutes later, Hebe and Nitocris returned to the vicinity of Abydos, avoiding the rampant poisonous snakes and wild beasts, and reunited with Seno and others.

"King of Ibis." Seeing Hebe's arrival, everyone's anxious hearts finally calmed down.

"Seno, tell your men to prepare," Heber ordered calmly, as if he had rehearsed this a thousand times. "When we return to the White City, immediately mobilize all the people of Memphis to the city gates. Tell them not to carry anything with them to avoid causing panic."

The taciturn young man was stunned, and then his body trembled slightly with excitement.

He bowed silently and said, "I will obey your orders."

Nitocris appeared from Hebe's side, and the obsidian mirror in her arms was pointed at Seno and his subordinates, capturing them in the mirror as well.

The golden mask descended from the clouds, and the illusory sunlight once again enveloped the majestic face. It slowly turned and this time aimed at Memphis.

.....Dad Lingqiu ０ (seven) qiu ⑤ bar.

Hebe realized that her estimation was somewhat flawed. When she first flew on the Golden Mask, she had thought it could easily carry two people.

However, when Nitocris came in, Hebe's originally spacious space for movement suddenly became extremely small, forcing her to curl up her legs and be held in Nitocris' arms.

This is of course a posture that can easily cause misunderstanding, but at this point they no longer have time to feel it.

The golden mask descended silently in the city of Memphis. At that time, the residents of Memphis had not yet dispersed from the aftermath of the festival, and were completely unaware that a city in a land far away from them had been destroyed.

Nitocris jumped out of the golden mask holding Hebe. The moment they stepped on the ground, the golden mask gradually faded, dissipated, and returned to formlessness.

Tutankhamun's protection is time-limited.

Heber patted Nitocris's arm, signaling her to put him down.

The pharaoh turned the mirror around, and Seno and others began to run around the streets and alleys of Memphis. They summoned their colleagues and subordinates and began to mobilize the people of Memphis.

During this process, Hebe paid attention to the movements around him, but the King of Sheep never appeared.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Nitocris came outside the city and flipped the mirror again, and the guided people walked into the [Mirror of the Underworld] unknowingly.

Thunder with hidden anger was heard in the sky. The Red King noticed Hebe's actions, but he could not do anything - the ascension ceremony had reached a critical moment, and Ozymandias could not spare any more energy.

But that doesn't mean he will let these people go.

The ground began to shake, and houses outside Memphis began to collapse in large numbers.

"Ima, go!"

Nitocris stood outside the city gate, dodging the cracks that were opening in the ground, and shouted to Hebe.

However, Hebe just smiled and waved to Nitocris.

ps: The Egyptian volume will enter the end

Volume 41: Nine Plagues

The earth trembled, a sandstorm gradually came from afar, cracks began to open, and houses swayed and collapsed.

Everything in Memphis fell apart in the sudden earthquake. Hebe and Nitocris looked at each other across the gradually collapsing city walls and gates.

The flaxen-haired girl smiled and waved, her eyes sparkling like gems washed by fresh rain.

Nitocris stared at her in amazement.

She said nothing, just staring at Heber's smiling face.

The ground around him was shaking and the earth was sinking, but the face became clearer and clearer.

Nitocris thought that she would never forget those deep green eyes.

The pharaoh turned and left.

The corners of Hebe's mouth turned down slightly, she was still smiling, but with a little more relief and emotion.

This was certainly cheating, the girl thought, but since she had nothing else to worry about, it was fine this way.

Feel free to regard me as a liar, or a treacherous minister who has committed countless mistakes and evil deeds.

In this way, we can walk on our own paths without fear of swords and wind and frost.

Hebe turned around, opened her arms, and laughed loudly in this ruined world.

"Ozymandias sent down nine plagues, and he will end the suffering with the tenth. This will serve as a ritual, declaring that even the Ennead Gods will be defeated by his might. He will achieve unprecedented feats, never before seen or to be repeated."

"But the priest offered another possibility, declaring that Ozymandias would ultimately die of his own regret..."

You will complete the reversal during Ozymandias's ascension ceremony. The birth of the Twelfth-Century Ruler, the Prince of Sighs, is inevitable, but he may not be Ozymandias. If this truly happens, Egypt will be spared from destruction, and the world and all history will be transformed.

[Current progress: 90%]

......

The clouds were getting lower and lower. If someone could have looked across Egypt at this time, they would have seen that the river flowing north had turned into a turbid red color. This time, whether it was small fish and shrimp or huge crocodiles several meters long, all died in the river, and the corpses were mixed with blood.

One of the Nine Plagues, the Bloody Flood, the Blood of Isis.

In other words, it comes from the influence of July's ruling Holy Grail.

......

The sky was shaking, as if enduring great pain. After a brief silence, hailstones as big as human heads fell from the clouds accompanied by thunder and lightning.

Hailstones struck the desert, leaving behind a devastating crater; hailstones fell on Abydos, destroying all the buildings in the city.

Boom, boom.