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Chapter 221 If there is no fire in the world, we will be the last light! (2/4)

The Central Courtyard of the Nine Kingdoms.

A wrecked solar boat was moored in the southern region, and the cold climate made the Egyptians, who were used to basking in the sun, shiver.

Even if one has a place of physical comfort, how can one's heart find peace?

They had long since lost their homes and country; their parents and brothers had also perished in that sea of ​​nothingness.

A somber atmosphere permeated the makeshift camp. From the haphazardly erected tents, faint sobs could be heard from time to time, and as far as the eye could see, a gloomy and desolate scene stretched out before them.

"Praise be to you, Ra, astounding ascent to you!"

You rise, you shine, and you make the heavens roll aside.

You are the king of the gods, the lord of all things.

We come from you, and are made holy through you.

Your priests will greet you at dawn, cleansing your heart with laughter;

The sacred wind, carrying music, blows across your golden strings.

Just then, a familiar and solemn hymn came from the dilapidated solar boat. The warmth emanating from the soul gradually dispelled the chill in people's hearts. The Egyptians, who were like walking corpses, subconsciously gathered and moved towards the source of the sound.

As rainbows of attention descended, what came into view was steaming hot mead, food, meat, and fur coats that, while not particularly attractive, were warm enough.

A graceful woman with long, dark brown hair and a beautiful face, wearing a red hairpin, stood before the supplies. A warm smile appeared on her pale face. What caught the Egyptians' attention even more was that she held a golden and blue scepter in her hand. The sunlight emanating from her scepter, along with the floating divine patterns, shone down in all directions.

Princess Nefertari, and the King's Scepter!

At the same time, a golden-headed, human-bodied deity with a scepter in hand, radiating golden light, descended gracefully from the sky on the right. The moment it landed, the seven or eight-meter-tall, radiant being gradually diminished its light patterns, revealing the form of the female pharaoh Nitocris.

Immediately afterwards, a golden eyepiece a hundred meters long coiled down from the pillar of light on the left, and as the divine light shattered, it solidified into the figure of Cleopatra.

Horus, the god of the sky! Wadjet, the golden cobra goddess!

Gods! It's deification!

Even as the gods perished, they poured their last power into the two pharaohs, granting them ultimate divine authority!

Many disheartened Egyptians suddenly had a renewed gleam in their dim eyes.

According to the will of Ra, Osiris was to succeed to the throne. However, Osiris was betrayed by his own brother Set and met with misfortune, becoming the god of the underworld. His son Horus, the god of the sky, became the third generation of gods, known for his falcon-headed and human-bodied appearance. Because he was the guardian god of the pharaohs, he was also known as the Pharaoh's Falcon.

Although the Pharaoh Ramses, son of Ra, has passed away, the bloodline of the gods and the authority of the king have not been severed.

Egypt is not dead yet!

"Mirror of Corpses, Mirror of Darkness. It has become a gateway, drawing terror to this place. -- The Netherworld Mirror Codex!"

At this moment, the female pharaoh Nitocris stepped forward and chanted a divine incantation. Behind her, the Mirror of the Underworld opened, and one after another, the Anubis legion with dog heads and human bodies and one after another, the sphinxes of the hot sand emerged from the open, dark doors, circled the sun boat, lined up on both sides, distributed food and clothing to the people, and protected their safety.

Cleopatra waved her serpent staff, showering down a golden rain that healed people's wounds and soothed their troubled hearts.

At the same time, a crystal was activated by Princess Nefertari when she placed it on the magic circle. Above the magnificent temple, two figures launched a final charge against the high and mighty god from beyond the heavens, until they melted into a blazing white light.

The Egyptians, adrift in sorrow, gazed at the hot soup, wine, and delicious food in their hands, at the fur coats they wore, and at the last rays of light in the magnificent composite temple that had sustained them as they escaped the sea of ​​nothingness. Tears welled up in their eyes.

However, Princess Nefertari, usually gentle and graceful, raised her scepter and looked down at the sobbing Egyptians. Though her eyes were brimming with tears, she made a passionate declaration almost hysterically.

"Egyptians, wipe away your tears, savor your food, and rest yourselves. The king has not failed his people, and the favor of Ra remains. Even though the Nile River sees the setting sun, darkness will eventually pass, and light will surely return!"

If Egypt's long night is without fire, then we will be the final light!

The deafening shouts ignited the blood of the Egyptians, who clenched their fists and roared with fury.

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"

In a state of high spirits, Anubis's army and the Egyptians set out together to build a new great altar on the solar boat, where they ate and sang prayers with hope and determination.

"...Praise be to you, Ra, who awakens life from slumber!"

You are yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

You rise, shine, and display your glorious image.

Millions of years have passed, and we cannot count them all.

Millions of years will come, and your light will shine for ten thousand years!

With the initial completion of the Great Altar, Nefertari solemnly inserted a branch of the World Tree into the center.

As she gazed at the rising band of light, the princess gently stroked the scepter in her arms, her vision gradually blurring with tears.

Before parting, the Greek sovereign returned the scepter to her, along with an engraving of his silhouette in battle and a heartfelt thank you.

"The sacrifices of Ramses II and Moses were not in vain. The pause of the white giant on the Sea of ​​Oceanus seems to have been because the Pharaoh and Moses broke the covenant, causing a slight gap in the compatibility of their wills. They protected you once again, and they protected us..."

Meanwhile, in Britain.

China has entered the fray...

On a shimmering island in the middle of a lake, Samael gazed at the branching band of light rising from the east, let out a long sigh, and placed the golden chess piece in his hand on the chessboard. His calm expression clearly showed that he was not surprised by the result.

After all, the fluorite that was given to His Majesty the First Emperor was a genuine fragment of a wandering star, and any normal Earth creature could sense a strong sense of crisis from it.

Moreover, the Records of the Grand Historian, Annals of the First Emperor, contains the following passage: "In the past, Mars was in conjunction with the heart of the planet. A falling star fell upon Dongjun and turned into stone upon landing. Some common people carved on the stone, 'The First Emperor died and the land was divided.'"

In addition to this prophecy of destiny in accordance with history, and the current situation of mutual dependence, the mysterious connection between heaven and man must have deeply moved His Majesty the Emperor of Qin.

If His Majesty the First Emperor isn't stupid, he would definitely regard Wilpa as a major enemy and deal with him first.

Samael sat upright, his gaze sweeping across the sand table, his five fingers rising and falling one by one.

Now, Mesopotamia, Maya, Greece, Rome, Persia, China, India, and Northern Europe are all ready, and only one branch of the unified nine World Trees remains.

As the ancient serpent's gaze fell upon the last remaining chess piece, a sigh involuntarily appeared on his lips.

Life is unpredictable, and he never expected that Egypt, which seemed to be in a remote corner of the world, would be the first to fall.

If it weren't for his suspicions about Egypt's stance in the Greco-Persian Wars, and the fact that the old man happened to sneak into Egypt at the time to gather information, the final fates of Ramses and Moses would likely have been forgotten.

However, based on his and the old man's subsequent speculation, the sacrifices of Ramses and Moses were not in vain. The breaking of the covenant caused a rift in the compatibility of wills, which is why they were able to buy a chance for humanity and the gods in the previous Battle of Oceanus.

Therefore, after careful consideration, Samael decided to give the last branch of the World Tree, along with the scepter he had captured, to the queen and the two female pharaohs.

Hopefully, the Egyptians will have the will to fight again.

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Just as the ancient serpent was deep in thought, the ground trembled, and a beam of light rose from the north, embedding the Eye of Horus within the triangle, illuminating the sky.

At the same time, the ground trembled violently, and the plates floating on the sea of ​​chaos, as if drawn by some force, broke through the mist and moved toward the light-like World Tree.

Samael breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to place the last piece, and murmured to himself.

The unification of the Nine Realms is about to begin!

Chapter 222 Long Time No See, Uruk (3/4)

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Amidst the trembling of a strange rhythm, towering pillars of light pierced the heavens from nine great altars in the Americas, Greece, Rome, Egypt, China, Mesopotamia, and other regions. These pillars formed branching patterns of light that spread in all directions, instantly covering the entire void of the various divine eras.

As we trace the roots of the various divine eras, a colossal tree that spans heaven and earth is suddenly revealed, its trunk shimmering with light and its branches sparkling with starlight, as if reflecting the primordial universe.

Immediately, the giant tree connecting heaven and earth grew at a visible speed, tearing apart the sea of ​​chaos and spreading outwards.

The spreading branches, lush and vibrant with life, gradually closed the spatial rifts that had been torn apart in various places, and the gates to heaven in each location were also closed one after another.

Guided by the World Tree, the nine divine generations transformed back into world bubbles, each encased in a diaphragm, separating themselves from the Chaos Sea. Like fruit hidden beneath branches and leaves, they shrank back to the vicinity of the World Tree's main trunk, protected by layers of vines and chaotic waves.

The gates of heaven have lost their place in relation to the nations of the earth!

Above the vast, empty tide, Michael gazed at the boundless, chaotic sea, his face grim and his brows furrowed.

These rats, unable to face the power of the holy light, chose to flee.

However, this childish game of hide-and-seek can only protect you ants for a time. When our Lord arrives, the world will surely be reshaped.

However, consolidating and focusing the Age of Gods is tantamount to handing over a vast swath of the primordial sea of ​​chaos that gave birth to primordial life.

You're running away? Then we'll conquer you!

The Child of Light raised his flaming sword high and coldly swung it down.

"The Lord's coming lays the foundation for the ladder!"

"Holy! Holy! Holy!"

The angels sang praises and gathered on the sea.

The large cavity that started in Egypt was gradually torn apart and expanded.

Under the rhythm of divine power, the pale, void tide surged and gushed, gradually eroding the sea of ​​chaos. All life was going through a process of distortion, frenzy, slaughter, annihilation, disintegration, and transformation into spiritual particles that were then gathered by the gates of heaven.

After the raging storm, the world was a pale and desolate wasteland. The native islands and tectonic plates along the way that had not been restrained by the World Tree disintegrated and sank one by one under the sweeping force of the aberrations.

Meanwhile, in Britain, on a lake island.

Samael held the miniature Earth light model in his hands, gazing at the nine world bubbles that reflected the miniature images of the various divine ages, hanging at the top of the nine branches of the World Tree, which had now all gathered together, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

The civilization belt that laid the foundation for the world has not been interrupted.

Thousands of meters underground, directly connected to the Star Sea, enveloped by layers of World Tree roots, the planet's spirit, like a fetus, slumbers sweetly.

However, the etheric reaction within her body is also constantly increasing as the world harmonizes and the civilization belt converges.

As far as he knew, the passage from Oceanus that led directly to the inner sea of ​​the stars was theoretically a product of the war of the Titans, not a natural formation.

The area on Earth closest to the planet's source is Avalon Island, which is right beneath our feet.

Therefore, Samael placed Gaia here, using the power of the World Tree and Gaia's instinctive will to unify the nine major civilization zones, and to nourish this planetary spirit with the survival instinct and intelligence of all things in the world, thus accelerating her recovery.

Everything finally unfolded as prophesied: the gods became an extension of Gaia's will on Earth, harmonizing with the celestial spirits and coexisting with the planet.

A strange sense of absurdity made Samael look at the Book of Destiny in his hand and shake his head.

Everything seems accidental, yet everything is inevitable.

Fortunately, it bought the remaining world three days of breathing room.

At this moment, the purple-haired female warrior, who had been hiding in the shadows, emerged from the darkness, wielding her thorny magic spear.

"You've arrived, Master."

"Master? I had no idea when I acquired this title?"

Scáthach paused for a moment, looking at Samael with some surprise.

"I heard from the fox that this is a term of endearment for teachers in Japan."

Samael blinked, passing the buck to the fleeing Tamamo-no-Mae, a strangely mocking smile creeping across his face.

"Teacher? Logically speaking, you should be my teacher in terms of runes, and you're older than me, right?"

Scáthach pondered for a moment before speaking the truth.

"Uh, don't worry about the details. You're still my marksmanship teacher, and I like calling you that, okay?"

The ancient snake coughed dryly for a while, then looked at Scáthach with an indescribable expectation in its eyes.

"Whatever...whatever, whatever you like."

The Queen of the Land of Shadows was inexplicably moved by her old friend's sudden whim. She was stunned for a long time before slowly nodding under his burning gaze.

"Teacher!"

At his call, a smile bloomed on the man's face, devoid of any frivolity, but surprisingly sincere.

Scáthach looked at Samael, who had opened his arms and wrapped them around her waist, his head buried in her chest, and couldn't help but shake her head and chuckle.

"Why are you suddenly acting like a child?"

Even so, the Queen of the Land of Shadows subconsciously raised her fingers and skillfully and gently rubbed the back of her old friend's head, showing boundless tolerance and indulgence towards this intimacy.

She doesn't understand matters of the heart, but if a man is willing to show his vulnerable side to you, then without a doubt, his trust and reliance on you are extraordinary.

Just like comrades-in-arms who stand back to back and support each other in the face of life and death.

"Master, I'm leaving this to you. Those little brats aren't working properly, so don't hold back, beat them to death!"

After a moment of tenderness, he rose from the serpent's full and soft embrace, solemnly giving instructions, and adding a sly remark as he went along.