Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

"Your Majesty, you are truly old and confused. Have you forgotten that she threw herself into the Nile in despair? And you have not revoked her title of queen, nor have you married a new one. In other words, she is still your lawful wife... and still possesses all the rights you have acknowledged."

"What's more, she is also your blood relative, so she is naturally qualified to take your place in the ascension ceremony."

"Then I will deny her as my wife now," Ozymandias replied grimly. "Only a pharaoh older than me has the right to reject my will on the grounds of upholding sacred blood ties."

"All the pharaohs of the past generations have been swallowed by me. You can just try to disobey me!" The God King cast a murderous look towards Hebe. Even Ozymandias did not realize that he would be forced to this point by an insect.

In response to Ozymandias' questioning, Hebe simply raised his hand and pointed to Mercury, which was shining brightly in the sky.

Three voices came from different directions.

"Rejected!" Zhunapekape jeered from the other side of the Red Sea.

"Rejected!" Nitocris spat out the cold words from between her teeth.

"Reject!" Tutankhamun threw away the papyrus in his hand and spoke impatiently.

At this moment, Ozymandias's face finally changed drastically. He tried to deprive Nefertiti of her will, but was rejected by the three pharaohs who came before him!

This was the moment of ascension, and Ozymandias had some of the power he could use to protect himself.

He no longer had the ability to hinder Nefertiti's progress!

Ozymandias could only watch as the bones of his wife walked into the Temple of Glory and Reunion, forcibly taking away half of his own power.

What's even more terrible is that with the entry of Nefertiri, the invisible force that was blocking Hebe also disappeared.

Then in an instant, Hebe reassembled the seal.

This was not enough to allow her to break through the status of day and dusk, but it only strengthened the first mark.

Under normal circumstances, Ozymandias wouldn't even bother to look at it, but at this critical moment, in the fight for the dominance of consciousness, this is the feather that can tip the balance.

The Staff of Apep appeared in Hebe's hand again, and the glory of the [God of Medicine] was shining brightly.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to panic. I am here to deliver you your destined death."

Volume 43: Please, Your Majesty, Ascend to Heaven (Please Collect and Read)

"Imon Hetep!!!"

Ozymandias finally realized the fear.

He realized that if he continued like this, the outcome he would face would be even more tragic than death.

Nefertiti was gradually overwhelmed by Ozymandias and became the master of the ceremony, and when she successfully ascended, Ozymandias could not escape.

The Red King's ritual, called "The Tenth Plague to End the Nine Plagues," symbolized Ozymandias's conquest of the Nine Plagues, allowing him to ascend to the wasteland and become the new ruler.

If Nefertiti hadn't interfered, the Red King would have been able to easily prevent the disaster - because the natural disaster had come under his own will, and canceling it was just a matter of thought.

In other words, the Red King and natural disasters are two sides of the same coin.

However, Nefertiti's participation in the ritual gave the Ennead a second option. More importantly, if Nefertiti became the Tenth Plague, then the Red King, representing the previous nine Plagues, would in turn become the target of conquest.

It was just like a sacrifice tied to the altar, which in turn offered the cultists who performed the sacrifice to the evil god.

Go against Tiangang!

However, Ozymandias was powerless to stop it.

He could sense that the war in the wilderness was on the verge of a decisive outcome... After the [Holy Grail] withdrew from the competition, [Crippled Wolf] seemed to be unable to cope with the heavy blows from many rulers alone.

To become a dead person's foundation and suffer eternal torture? For Ozymandias, it would be better to die!

At the moment of making the decision, Ozymandias did not hesitate and chose to die together with his partner.

He had no intention of making any compromises.

"If you can stop me, you may try again!" Ozymandias laughed cruelly. "Everyone in Egypt deserves to die for me!"

The God of Medicine's effectiveness seemed insignificant at this time, and might even help Ozymandias speed up his death.

Upon his death, the mysteries of ascension would fail.

The plague of the nine gods bound by it will sweep across all of Egypt and truly destroy everything.

Ozymandias gazed at the crumbling girl with satisfaction. He had to admit that his grand plan was destroyed by such a tiny insect. No matter how many vicious words he used, they were not enough to describe the hatred in Ozymandias' heart at this moment.

The God King who once called himself the Sun was now cursing everything with great pleasure.

"Imon Hetep, why don't you try to stop me?"

Ozymandias knew he was going to die, so he had no more worries and even abandoned the dignity of a king.

"Had I accomplished my unparalleled feat, my subjects would not have suffered this catastrophe, and all of Egypt would have ascended to the desert, becoming an eternal kingdom. I would have enforced the laws of the sun there... But you have thwarted my plans and led Egypt's fate into the abyss!"

"In other words, those who suffered died because of you! Imon Hetep, you are the utterly foolish and evil traitor. You deserve to be eaten alive by scarabs, buried in the raging sands, and forgotten by no one..."

Ozymandias is the Red Star after all, and even though he is slowly falling, the curse is still very effective.

Hebe coughed violently, and fragments of her internal organs spewed out of her mouth and nose, immediately rotting in the air. Her fingers also gradually turned into sand, as if they would be blown away by the wind at any time.

The curse of Ozymandias continues.

He didn't just hate Hebe. He had realized that without help, Hebe would not be able to escape from Memphis, let alone come to him.

And this betrayer is the King of Sheep, who is deeply trusted by him and even entrusted with important tasks!

——How dare he betray, how could he betray?!

From this perspective, Ozymandias' hatred for the King of Sheep is even greater than that for Hebe.

"Khnum, you are also a great flatterer!" Ozymandias' voice spread from the sky like a hurricane. "You shall be struck by thunder, scorched by the sun, and torn apart by the winds. You shall die with the rebels of Memphis!"

"And you, Nitocris. Outdated, ancient, feeble little god of the underworld..."

Perhaps because he was mentioning a pharaoh older than himself, Ozymandias' voice sounded a little solemn, but he didn't hesitate at all when he uttered the curse.

......

Memphis was a military capital, maintaining a sizeable army composed of the eldest sons of both noble and commoner families.

The Sheep King withdrew all the troops and left only a few guards in the city to maintain law and order.

That is why when Heber sent the Temple of Silence to evacuate civilians, he encountered no obstruction at all.

Led by the King of Sheep, the army arrived at their destination ahead of time and set up camp.

They took advantage of their rest and intercepted Nitocris on the seashore.

The King of Sheep looked at them from afar across the flags. He was still wearing the tattered black robe, and his eyes were burning quietly like flames.

Nitocris's dress fluttered in the wind, her face was pale and her expression was cold. She said nothing to the tens of thousands of elite soldiers in front of her.

The female pharaoh was still holding the obsidian mirror in her arms. She gripped the edge of her hand with a little force, as if she was going to turn it over at the next moment.

The King of Sheep raised his hand and gave orders very calmly.

"All troops—lay down your weapons."

Nitocris's body froze. She saw that even a small riot had broken out among the troops. However, Timurid nobles such as Sekanahat quickly brought the riot under control.

So they laid down their weapons and lowered their guard.

The Sheep King lowered his head slightly. "These are the last of the Egyptian descendants. Please accept them, Your Majesty Nitocris."

He seemed to have anticipated this day a long time ago.

The army was quite large, and capturing them in the mirror was quite difficult.

More importantly, in Nitocris's mirror, there already existed a city of Abydos, plus the entire population of Memphis.

It's like pouring water into a cup that's already overflowing. If you're not careful, all your efforts will be wasted.

At this moment, Ozymandias' curse fell from the sky with great force. Along with his voice, the angry roar of the wind sounded in the clouds, and a thousand violent and terrifying rays of light of destruction were about to fall from the clouds.

Anxiety and despair appeared on Nitocris's face. The curse came too suddenly, and she was in the process of performing her feat, unable to launch an effective counterattack.

However, a low voice suddenly sounded.

"Pharaoh of magic, fantasy, and the underworld, do not worry, just carry out your achievements..."

The pale sheep's head shook, shedding red and hot tears of blood.

There was a subtle tremor in his voice, as if he was enduring immense pain: "Before I die, no lightning will strike before you."

"Khnum!"

From the clouds, Ozymandias' angry roar could be heard faintly. He began to take back the authority of the King of Sheep, thus reducing him to his original form.

The tall and thin figure hunched his body, shook his head and screamed loudly.

Click, click, click.

A crisp sound of breaking came from above the Sheep King's head.

The hideous cracks extended from the sheep's head and spread all over his body at an extremely fast speed.

However, the authority of the King of Sheep was restrained in this fragmented body and could not return to Ozymandias' control.

The tattered black clothes were burned, but under the broken body, a slightly shorter ram with strong muscles all over its body stood up like a human.

If the previous King of Sheep was closer to humans in appearance, but gave people a stronger sense of alienation; then the ram at this moment, although closer to sheep, gives people a feeling of closeness and trust.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty," the ram whispered. "I'm not Khnum. The true Khnum, who wielded forged wisdom, has long since died."

"I am but strength, lowly Hesharif."

......

"Heshariff...Heshariff?!"

Ozymandias' roar shook the sea of clouds.

How could it be Hesharif?

......

In Egyptian mythology, Khnum is a creator god with a human body and a goat's head. He molds babies' bodies from clay so that they can be born into the world.

In the later changes of mythology, Khnum was even regarded as the "god of craftsmen" who created the gods. He was of noble status and extremely honored.

Whether in the city-states along the Nile or in the obsidian city of Heliopolis, there are temples dedicated to Khnum.

But Hesharif is completely different. In mythology, he has nothing but strength.

That is, he did not have the power to create all things, nor did he have the wisdom to cast and transform things. He did not have a noble status, and there was not even a temple dedicated to him.

Hesharif, perhaps the only thing he has in common with Khnum is that they are both goats.

But how on earth had he been able to deceive Ozymandias for so many years after the real Khnum had died and abandoned him?

......

The power of destruction follows the mark of the curse.

And Hesharif only held the authority that belonged to the King of Sheep. He was trying to use the remaining body of the King of Sheep as firewood to melt and recast the authority.

The blazing flames climbed up his arms and licked the flesh of the ram, but he remained unmoved and chanted loudly in Hyksos.

"Norton's miracle, once created, lashes out against all sins."

His palm emitted a striking light, and in less than a moment, the authority and body of the Sheep King changed together.

It gradually became thinner in the light, like a long whip, but at the handle, it extended sharp spikes like brass knuckles.

However, Hesharif did not stop there. In his opinion, weapons that were once forged could not resist the curse.

Before the iron staff could fully assume its form, Hesharif had already sprinkled his own flesh and blood on the once-forged weapon, while muttering in Phrygian.

"The sharp edge of Saint Veleslana, forged twice, the sword that slays kings."

The long staff in Hesharif's hand changed again. A deep golden light ball appeared from the gauntlet, and then the light ball slowly spread to both sides.

As the ball of light moved, the weapon became more ferocious, and its tip began to emit a terrifying edge, as if a sharp murderous intent that wanted to cut everything in half rose from the blade.

Just a shake could cut a sharp gap in the clouds in the sky.

Yet Hesharif continued to chant, his voice low and slow, as if speaking some language from Canaan.

"When he comes, who can stand? For he is the refiner's fire and the fuller's alkali. He laid the foundations of the earth and established the vault of heaven. He makes all things new and does not allow them to perish... and finally he forges the rod that shakes the gods."