Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

Hesharif had imagined the scene when this day came in countless overly awake nights.

Hundreds of years ago, whenever he thought of this scene, his flesh and blood would tremble endlessly. Just thinking about it made his heart boil with blood.

From then on, his heart became anxious and tormented. He was worried about gains and losses. He longed for the arrival of liberation, but was afraid of that day actually coming.

But when this moment really came, his heart became extremely calm.

The mighty ram lifted up the heavy, black staff.

His bones were groaning under the heavy burden, his muscles were breaking and bleeding, and blood mixed with sweat was gushing out of every pore of his.

—Hesharif, Hesharif, mighty ram, what are you thinking at this time?

At that moment, the Ram miraculously remembered the last time he saw his father.

His father, who was omnipotent in his eyes, took him to the temple dedicated to Geb, and under the gaze of the statue, taught him the spell cast three times word by word.

'Memorize it, child, but you must not use it until the crucial moment arrives.'

"God Geb, I will die tonight, but you will become the new Khnum and deceive His Majesty. Child, you will be the hero who saves the world, although the price is..."

Just like Hebe using the Sword in the Stone, this long staff carries Tian Sui's will. How can it be swung without spending any money?

But Hesharif laughed proudly. He finally realized that this was something only he could do.

Because he is the only Hercules in this hot land of Egypt.

Hercules is the synonym of hero!

Hesharif swung his arm and threw his staff into the air.

Flames gushed out from the holes in the clouds, sweeping in all directions, and in an instant the sky was burned into a fiery color.

Ozymandias' final curse vanished before the mighty power of the Skysun.

Hesharif fell on his back contentedly before his stepfather, laughing like all the heroes in mythology, and then fell silent.

......

Ozymandias knew that he had lost, completely and there was no possibility of a comeback.

For the sake of a prophecy whose truth or falsity is unknown, he was able to endure his own nature, give up his long life, and completely disguise himself as another person... Damn it, even though Ozymandias hated "Khnum" so much, he had to admit that Hesharif was indeed worthy of the title of hero.

Ozymandias' life was slipping away rapidly, and he stared at Hebe, who was gradually turning into sand, with a mocking tone.

"I have to admit that I was indeed defeated by you insects, but just because I lost, do you think you won?"

"The power of the god Geb will eventually come to an end. When Yu's life comes to an end, an unprecedented natural disaster will sweep across Egypt."

"Now, you have overdrawn your mark and it is impossible for you to repeat your achievements. Imonhotep, you should go to Hades and reflect on your mistakes in tears!"

Heber's calm eyes responded to him.

The girl raised the corners of her mouth with difficulty and smiled at the crazy God King.

Immediately, illusory pansies flew up from the sea of clouds and swept across the great temple like a tide.

In Hebe's gradually dimming vision, only the words she could see shimmered: [The Utopia of Avalon] - a blueprint for the future, a lamp that illuminates the darkness, and a key to hope.

That was her greatest reward in the War of the Roses, an achievement that could only be liberated by returning to daylight.

"Since the Fourth History, all achievements have been suppressed and erased by the present world. However, there are still exceptions, and they are not the only ones. Until you reach [Daytime], this achievement will remain sealed."

"My current identity [Imon Hetep] has reached the daylight, and my achievements are liberated."

Heber stretched out his hand, and the blue flame had disappeared at some point.

The flesh and blood on her arms fell off like sand, leaving only white bones.

"No, no, no... How can you have two achievements - who are you?" Ozymandias screamed at the top of his lungs. "I would rather die! I would rather die than become a stepping stone for a dead man... Never!"

Ozymandias could feel that his spirit, which was about to dissipate, was miraculously reunited, and even his damaged body was gradually repairing.

But the more this happened, the more frightened Ozymandias became.

The king who had declared himself to be superior to the gods no longer had any dignity left, and was left with only infinite despair at the prospect of a life worse than death.

Hebe staggered forward a few steps and leaned weakly against the door of the Great Temple of Glorious Complex. She leaned against the outer wall of the temple and her body gradually slid down.

"I am Ozymandias, with unparalleled achievements that even the gods are impressed by." Hebe's voice was very soft, but she knew that Ozymandias could hear it.

As she spoke, she laughed out loud, and yellow sand flowed out from the girl's skeletal chest and dissipated in the sea of clouds.

The sun rose from the end of the horizon, and the dawn broke with brilliant light.

gorgeous.

"The time is right," Heber said. "Your Majesty, please ascend."

ps: Today's chapter is really hard to separate, so I posted it together

Volume 44: Only the same blood and tears are flowing

The path to ascension, to godhood, and to the wilderness has been opened.

The bony hand gently tore open the outer wall of the Glorious Complex Temple from the inside out, and it seemed no more difficult than tearing a piece of paper.

The whole world was gradually becoming silent and desolate. Countless frost-white skeletons stood up from the ruins of the city, looking up at the fine snow falling from the sky.

The huge skeleton that Hebe had seen countless times descended from the clouds again. It was wrapped in a sash like a white cloud and looked around at everything in Upper and Lower Egypt with calm and empty eyes.

The whole world turned a desolate white. Both the insect swarms and the beasts huddled and fell to the ground, retracted their limbs, and died silently. Silent snowflakes fell from the clouds, dyeing the desert pure white.

All disasters die silently.

All things faded away in silence.

All memories become deeper in silence.

A sigh sounded.

With this sigh, the nine plagues that were raging throughout Egypt ended without any warning, leaving only the devastated earth as proof of their existence.

This is the achievement that the Red King has been longing for - the tenth disaster that ends the nine disasters.

This irreversible and unchangeable moment has finally arrived.

Even though Heber had almost completely turned into bones at this moment, the cold feeling still penetrated deep into his soul.

She heard cold echoes coming from all directions.

My great deeds are known to all. My path is to honor the memories of the dead and remember all that the world has lost.

Everything that exists will eventually cease to exist. This is indeed the case with everything in this world.

To forget is to kill, to abandon is to betray. To revive and carry on the lost is the great wish of the world's journalists.

Nefertiti is my distant past, Nefertari is my brief present, and Nephthys is my eternal future.

I sigh for you, remember everything, engrave the memories, and remember the promises you made in governing.

—Twelfth Month: A Silent and Eternal Winter World.

This is the golden truth, the golden truth declared to the world, and the world is responding.

A new ruling was born.

His name is [Lord of Sighs], and his honorific name is the God who remembers all things, the God who engraves memories, and the God who remembers promises. He is in charge of the last month of each year, the silent and frosty December.

His sighs rose into the clouds, his pupils were empty and compassionate, staring at the small, no longer warm skeleton.

This would be the first name remembered by the House of Sighs: Emon Hetep.

The skeleton sank into the great pyramid under the gaze of the Lord of Sighs.

Thus this magnificent spectacle began to fulfill its original duty.

[Current Lostbelt Progress: 100%].

[Dream of Golden Truth: Lost Sand Sea Kingdom] ends, and [The Knower] logs out.

......

Nitocris raised her head and watched the skeleton disappear into the clouds.

The pharaoh stood in the cold desert, with white snow falling and covering the yellow sand.

What made her feel distant was not the distance but the irreversibility.

Nitocris suddenly found it difficult to breathe. Although breathing was no longer a necessary condition for survival for Huanghun, she still felt dizzy and wanted to faint.

A layer of gray smoke clouded her eyes, blurring the distant sun. Everything before her seemed to have lost its history and name. Death was like snow disappearing into snow.

Nitocris finally began to miss the nights of the past, those lonely and dark nights, which were pools where she could hide.

She was sober, and now she hated this sobriety.

Nitocris had long known that it would be impossible without sacrifice, and she knew that this day would eventually come.

After all, dusk is not a pure god. Their bodies will still bleed and shed tears. This is the fragile nature of mortals.

Nitocris forced herself to hate Hebe, and she racked her brains, trying to find evidence of her betrayal from her memories.

If that were the case, she would have reason to hate and remember it forever.

Because hate is the other side of love, and a long time will dull hatred, so that in the end it is closer to love.

But no, she could find no trace.

Nitocris cried out, running across the wilderness, neighing like a wild beast. She deceived herself: Hebe was a demon skilled at manipulating people's hearts and plotting schemes. She had feigned weakness, tricking her into signing an alliance with her. And then, and then...

And then what?

She is dead.

Nitocris felt sad, but she couldn't explain why. It wasn't because Hebe had deceived her, but because she could no longer respond to Hebe's deception.

For Nitocris, it seemed that she had endured a pain worse than exile or death. She wished she was also a rebel, a selfish and despicable person, so that she could tell herself with peace of mind, oh, at least I survived, right?

But so what? You know it's fake, Nito, she said to herself.

She tried to reminisce, but when she searched her memory, she found no unforgettable memories that could be called commemorations. They were just trivial things, just nights spent in anxiety.

Nitocris recalled those nights when the girl would hunch over the table, pondering deeply by the light of the lamp, her back looming in the inner chambers of the temple.

In the cold wind of nothingness and hopelessness, she heard a rustling sound coming from afar. Those were scarab beetles, with patterns of sun and fire on their backs.

A huge whirlpool appeared in the desert. Nitocris watched it quietly and saw the scarab fearlessly throwing itself into the whirlpool.

After all the scarabs were thrown in, a huge metal crocodile head emerged from the sand. Red thorns bulged on its head, and its horns were as prominent as a crown.

Nitocris suddenly remembered what Hebe had mentioned to her: the Sheep King had once personally extracted the soul of a colleague, used his body as a war machine, and sealed his soul in a scarab.

But no one expected that the one who caused the King of Sheep to make such a big fuss was actually the Crocodile King Sobek, who was also one of the three kings.

Sobek looked around, staring at the remains of the Sheep King, then looked up at the sky, and laughed three times and cried three times.

"Khnum! Your son is truly a true hero!"

Sobek, the Crocodile King, turned and said to Nitocris, "Pharaoh, you must have many questions, and so do I. Come with me, and we will go to Heliopolis, where all our questions will be answered."

Nitocris silently stepped onto the broad back of the Crocodile King, and the red spines on his back stretched out towards the sky, like a sail crossing the sea of sand.

She suddenly remembered Hebe's solemn promise in the middle of the night. The girl with beautiful green eyes said that she would eventually raise the sails and cross this iron-like sea of sand.

Now Nitocris actually saw everything Hebe had described.

They arrived at Heliopolis, where, shaded by date palms, Tutankhamun stood waiting at the city gate.

"Allow me to ask a question first," the Crocodile King asked. "Heshalifu, how long has he been playing the Sheep King? And who helped him?"

Tutankhamun replied: "The Sheep King realized the Red King's plan. Like Anubis, he loved everyone in Egypt. After that, he went to the Temple of Geb and prayed to the Sky Turret."

"Just as Ozymandias allies himself with the crippled wolves, Tian Sui uses the Sheep King as a pawn to fight against them. But realizing he can't hold on much longer, he asks Tian Sui to recast him."

——Tian Sui agreed.

"After that, the Sheep King met with the Red King, but he didn't last long. After his death, Tian Sui took action and hammered it into a vessel to hold Heshalif. Because of this, Heshalif was able to last for hundreds of years."

The Crocodile King continued Tutankhamun’s words: “—After that, Hesharif found me and said that instead of becoming a victim of the Red King and bringing disaster to the people of Egypt.

It would be better if I feigned rebellion and allowed him to extract my spirit and seal it within the scarab, so that my body and soul could be preserved separately. I agreed with his words and offered no resistance.

Tutankhamun continued, "—After that, someone emerged who could inherit the throne of the Ibis King. Hesharif believed she was the one who could truly turn the tide."

"He brought you here because... if he fails to resist Ozymandias's dying counterattack, then King of Crocodiles will have to fulfill your promise of protection." Tutankhamun sighed.