Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Following Imhotep back came Arrietty. The little elf came bouncing in. Nagini picked her up from the ground and handed her to Mori Yuesha.

The little fellow climbed onto the top of his queen's head before reporting in a low voice.

"The sky was filled with yellow sand. Judging from the visibility, it should be impossible for mortals to see it. It killed those Americans. Eh... don't ask. The scene was disgusting."

"Yes, and it took the bottles and cans too."

"Yes, Master." Imhotep held his chest with his other hand, holding the golden holy urn: "These are the remains of my love."

"It doesn't matter. This is your home anyway. You can deal with uninvited guests however you want." Mori Yuesha waved her hand nonchalantly and asked curiously, "I've been wanting to ask you this since a while ago. Do you know us?"

"Yes, three thousand years ago, I had the honor to treat your people with courtesy." Imhotep bowed his head humbly: "Amazing, Master Mage, you and your people are extremely powerful."

powerful?

"You're just a bootlicker," Bastet stroked his beard and looked at Imhotep seriously. "High Priest, you don't respect God anymore, do you?"

As a deity of ancient Egypt, Bastet has an outstanding status in Egypt. Apart from the sun god who symbolizes the apex and Anubis who controls the gate to the underworld, she is the most famous.

After all, cats were first discovered by the ancient Egyptians.

Imhotep was silent.

"Killing the Pharaoh is a big mistake. Every Pharaoh is the representative of Ra, the eyes of the gods on earth. How could you do such a thing with that stinky and unfaithful woman!"

Everyone present understood why Bastet hated Imhotep.

"He used his family to coerce my Ann, and used my daughter to take away her glory; he was vicious and abused her for no reason..."

"Yours?" Bastet sneered. "She is supposed to be the Pharaoh's lover, his concubine. He has the right to dispose of his 'goods', do you understand, High Priestess?"

thing…

Imhotep was silent again.

The black cat paced on the coffin, its steps graceful and silent.

In the tomb, there was only the heavy breathing of the high priest, and the shouting and roaring from the ground outside the tomb, which was so quiet that it could be faintly heard.

"You committed a serious crime and were sentenced. You should not have any complaints."

"Wait a minute... let me think..." Mori Yuesha suddenly felt a little confused: "I wonder if you ancient Egyptians have a problem with your logic?"

“Look…” The girl counted on her fingers: “Being bitten by insects is the cruelest punishment. But the punished person may be resurrected, and after resurrection, he will become a demon full of hatred…”

The girl clapped her hands, with a stupid look on her face: "Fool? Can't you just kill him? A person who committed a heinous crime is given a resurrection package. Why leave such a big bug for future generations?"

Nagini found that Bast was getting angry again - and the high priest was trying so hard to hold back his laughter that his head was almost hanging down in the coffin...

Oh, my master...

The little snake tugged at its master's sleeve, signaling her not to meddle in other people's gods' affairs... and to stop complaining...

Arrietty sat there with her arms folded, watching the show. She knew she couldn't stop it at all, and it was even... quite amusing.

"I'm just curious." Mori Yuesha rolled up her sleeves and asked Imhotep who was half-kneeling in front of her: "Do you think the rules you made are weird?"

"Yes."

Bastet screamed "meow", jumped off the coffin, and jumped up like lightning to give the high priest a claw!

Bright red blood immediately flowed out from his chest. Brilliant golden energy attached to it, constantly burning Imhotep—they could even hear the sound of their skin being torn and corroded.

The man still lowered his head and said nothing.

"I thought you had figured it out after three thousand years." The black cat glared at the man angrily, with a thin vertical pupil in its green eyes staring at him: "In the end, you are still stubborn and evil. You will never get the forgiveness of La and me!"

Mori Yuesa yawned at an extremely inappropriate time.

"Ah——"

"Abba."

"I didn't yawn, I didn't!" The girl covered her mouth, trying to maintain her serious expression: "I... cough. Bastet, what did you want to ask?"

Nagini leaned in and whispered, "Dragon."

"Yes! Dragon! Where's my dragon?"

"So..." Imhotep understood, raised his head and pointed to the sky: "If you need a dragon, I know where it is."

"Barry Barry! Let's go, handsome bald guy!"

The girl suddenly jumped off the coffin, grabbed Nagini and Imhotep, and tried to run out, but Bastet grabbed the girl's trouser leg with her teeth and dragged her for more than ten meters before stopping...

"Me! My deal! Mori Yuesha!" Bastet muttered fiercely while biting her trouser leg. "Who are you trading with?"

"Oh yeah..."

The girl turned around, let go of the tall Imhotep, and took two steps back (so she wouldn't have to look up).

"This...your former god wants to ask you a question." Mori Yuesha looked at the black cat, but the black cat turned his head away angrily, not looking at them, and only stared at the empty wall.

"The divine box." Mori Yuesha simply asked for her: "Her divine box was lost by herself. It's a divine box, so calling the police is useless. Can you see if you can get her another one?"

This is as perfunctory as someone asking you, do my clothes look good?

Just like when you close your eyes and pretend to sleep, you praise someone for being beautiful...

"What do you mean by get another one?" Black Cat turned his head and said, "If he had the ability, he would have brought that muddy woman back long ago."

Imhotep pursed his lips into a straight line.

"I want my divine box, High Priest. When you were alive, you should have had contact with that group of people, right? Tell me where their final capital is and how to get there."

"I will pardon you for your disrespect to me."

Mori Yuesa felt that this black cat that kept talking to itself was seriously ill. She wondered if it had become stupid after sleeping for thousands of years.

——Although he tried to avoid communicating with Bastet, the high priest still respected this god. Even though he had committed a serious crime, even though his former god had shouted to him in anger, "You will never get my forgiveness," he still respected Him.

Just some things...

"Lord Bastet, my former master."

Imhotep's facial features twisted for a moment, as if he had been struggling for a long time in his heart and the struggle was revealed at this moment. He clenched his teeth, raised his head, and spoke word by word.

"I... want my An."

Bastet rolled her green eyes and showed even more disdain.

"Why do you do that? Sinner."

"I beg you..."

"It's meaningless. You have killed the representative of God. It's like throwing dirty water on me and Ra. We can't forgive you--" Bastet narrowed her eyes: "Or do you want to threaten me with the secret of the God's Box?"

"Threatening a god?"

A powerful positive pressure rolled towards Imhotep!

Natural divine suppression.

Bang.

The high priest knelt on the ground, his fists clenched tightly against his knees, and his head lowered.

A trickle of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, blowing away the thick dust on the rock slab.

"…I dare not. Lady Bastet."

Chapter 52 Choose another path

Perhaps Bastet seemed a little aggressive to Arrietty.

——He was neither condemned by morality nor angry about the death of Pharaoh.

He just thought that the dignity of himself and the sun god had been trampled and polluted by a mortal.

The little planeswalker and her servants did not quite understand this very standard and common attitude towards the gods, and it was contrary to her character.

"It's fine as long as it's interesting, why bother with shame?" The girl patted the black cat on the head, not knowing what was going on. "He told you an interesting story, isn't that good?"

Bastet couldn't accept it.

Suddenly, she thought of something, her pupils contracted and she stared at Mori Yuesha, her voice became heavy and serious.

"Planeswalker," He said, "you cannot meddle in the affairs of our pantheon."

"Unless you want to be an enemy of the ancient Egyptian pantheon."

As soon as these words came out, all eyes focused on Mori Yuesha's face——

Nagini was worried, Arrietty was excited, and Imhotep was eager and incredulous.

Bastet is… a threat.

Yes, He had to threaten Mori Yuesha: Although He liked this gifted little fellow very much along the way, when it came to matters like 'the dignity of God', His position was very... firm?

Although once the fight really starts...

Let’s not talk about whether “He”, a god on the verge of extinction, would have his head smashed by the unknown existence behind Mori Yuesha - as of now, even if he fully liberated his divine power, he would not be able to kill Mori Yuesha.

This madman was, in a way, immortal—although she herself did not know that yet, and Bastet did not intend to tell her.

"Okay." Mao Mao sighed, weighed the girl's curiosity and the probability of her intervening, and took a small step back: "Sen Yuesha, since you like this blasphemous mortal..."

"Imorton." Bastet looked at the man and said, "Tell me the location of the divine box. When I get my divine power back, I will consider letting you meet her."

"Gods don't lie."

——Just considering...

Mori Yuesa sat on the coffin with her chin in her hand and kicked the man's shoulder with her toes subtly: she shook her head quietly.

Imhotep saw it.

"How is it?" Bastet's words were reluctant, as if this had already caused Her to suffer a great loss.

As a result, after hesitating again and again, Imhotep still bent down deeply in front of Mori Yuesha's surprised gaze, touched the ground with his palms and touched his palms with his head.

"I promise you, Vayon Valkyrie Bastet." Imhotun's deep voice was filled with sorrow: "I will tell you everything I know. But please allow me..."

"I have the right to depart from my beliefs..."

"Imorton!" The black cat's sharp cry was very piercing: "You blasphemer! Hasn't thousands of years of suffering cleared your mind? How dare you say such things in front of me!"

Nagini was standing closest, so of course she saw her master's little movements. But this high priest seemed to be even smarter than she thought.

Want an extra companion?

"I have no intention of betraying my faith, but the one I love is still suffering in the Styx... I want to save her and take her away..."

"Leave?" The black cat held its paw and looked at the man: "Mortal, where can you go? The whole world is under the rule of the gods. Do you want to join the Western gods?"

"Those gods are weaker, you know that, right? Their history is not even as long as my tail."

Mori Yuesha nodded: "That's indeed short enough."

Bastet: ...

"Where can you go?"

Imhotep looked at Mori Yuesha.

Got...all understood.

The ancient priest felt Mori Yuesha's kindness and detachment from the very beginning. He also picked up his ashes-filled heart from Bastet's words just now and made a decision that could not be more painful.

Since the god above him couldn't grant him what he wanted...

Three thousand years.

He chose not to wait any longer for these superior creatures to look at him and Ansuna and show them mercy and understanding.

He chose... another path.

"Mister Mage, are you willing to accept my allegiance?"

As he said that, the man stood up instead, walked straight to Mori Yuesha, looked straight at the girl who was sitting on the coffin and said "Aba Aba", and pressed his palm against his heart.