Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 697: Chapter 246 Falsehood and Truth_2

He would record the various tribulations they experienced on their departure from Egypt and the might of God, admonishing future generations that this was the journey protected by the deity the Hebrews and their ancestors worshiped, and whoever made themselves enemies of the Hebrews would be met with disasters and destruction by God.

As for the people who died in the process… let’s just gloss over that for now.

Only God’s favor could unite later generations, for if God treated everyone equally, how would they develop a sense of national heritage?

Only in this way, after their generation had passed, would their descendants be able to—

Click-click…

“—Hmm?”

With his right hand on the sword’s hilt, Aaron’s eyes instantly sharpened.

Despite being lost in thoughts of the future, this did not mean he had let his guard down.

At first, Aaron had thought the noisy friction came from some animal that had sneaked in, but now he saw this was not the case.

At the end of his gaze, the ground trembled ever so slightly. At one moment, as if it could no longer contain it, a stark white skeletal hand reached out.

It seemed to express a yearning for the ground above, much like a drowning person incessantly clawing upwards, yet only grasping at air.

Clang—

Drawing his sword, the bone hand broke off with a snap as the blade came free.

Aaron’s expression shifted, for he remembered the origins of these bones.

“Those cavalrymen I killed, we collected the bones of our own, but we buried them here…”

“What is this, vengeance even after death? But if I could kill you while you lived, do you think I would fear your retribution after death?!”

Ssshh—!

Taking a step forward, Aaron thrust his short sword into the ground and stirred. The world of Egypt also had legends of wraiths after death, so they were not too surprised by this.

On the endless desert, there have long been stories of wandering skeletons, and now having seen it with their own eyes, there’s nothing incomprehensible…

“Ahh—!”

A piercing scream echoed from afar, and Aaron swiftly turned around.

The direction from which the sound came was the city center.

First startled, Aaron then remembered what was there—the Spring of Life, alongside which lay the hastily buried corpses of The Faithless.

“…You’ve got to be kidding…”

To him, ragged skeletons like these were not a concern, neither individually nor by the thousands. But if they were to emerge at the city’s center, or even if it was a resurrection of the undead, could the living truly bring themselves to kill them?

Some could, others could not. But without a doubt, even with Messe’s scepter, a catastrophe was looming.

“Hmm…”

As if awakened by the initial cry, the city at night immediately bubbled into turmoil.

Skeletons crawled out of the ground, some with flesh still clinging to them.

“Another disaster, and who knows whether the Egyptians are suffering the same.”

His gaze sweeping beyond the city, at the site of the Egyptian camp obliterated in a dark tide, there now seemed to be white figures meandering, though they appeared to move with purpose, heading straight for this city.

Looking at the situation, Aaron held little hope.

If there were any, he would note it down—that the vile Egyptian Gods had desecrated the dignity of the dead. If not…

Of course, that would be simply mentioned in passing.

Turning, Aaron ran back towards the city to stabilize the situation.

Though he and Messe had ideological differences, they still trusted each other in this regard.

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Bang—

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Slap—

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Within the Royal Palace in the City of Memphis, Pharaoh Ramses II paced emotionlessly, the heavy air enveloping the palace, making his mood evident to everyone.

Bam—

Once again, his palm struck the table, and the Pharaoh’s aged yet piercing gaze swept over the ministers and guards within the palace.

No one dared to speak, all understanding the reason for Ramses II’s anger.

Years had passed since the deities left, yet his monarchy had remained stable. However, since the divine decree and his decision to act against those condemned by the gods, the Sin People, one disaster followed another.

Things were somewhat better before; although there were deaths and Egyptian agriculture took a hit, it wasn’t enough to cause a major crisis for the vast dynasty.

However, as the heavy rains ceased, a terrible natural disaster descended upon the Egyptians.

Boils, blisters, plagues, locusts… ice fell from the sky and wild beasts frenziedly burst into their homes. There were even whispers among the Mortal Realm, suggesting this was retribution against the Sin People, for their persecution had ultimately led to their own undoing.

The deities of foreign lands overwhelmed the guardians of the Egyptians, and they would surely pay the price for it.

“Absurd—”

Resuming his place, Ramses II felt an immense frustration in his heart.

He was not afraid of his enemies, nor did he think the Hebrews were particularly difficult to deal with. But outside the domain of man, in the realm of the gods, Egypt was soundly defeated.

The one who had once come before him, that Hebrew prophet, had unhesitatingly displayed his Transcendent power, even willing to help the sick and desperate Egyptians, as long as they would pray sincerely to the Evil God.

In contrast, the High Priest of Egypt was still away in Heliopolis, merely organizing hymns daily without any other achievements!

“Ah… I forgot, there’s also me.”

“As the ruler of Upper and Lower Egypt, a deity in the people’s eyes, yet I can only sit here, watching my people perish one by one.”

Having not slept all night, the Pharaoh, over a hundred years old, grew tired.

He leaned back in his chair, with no intention of dismissing the waiting ministers.

They were utterly useless, capable only of complaining and carrying out tasks. @@novelbin@@

If it were the past, Ramses II might have thought of them as his most capable subordinates, but now, he found them an eyesore.

“Divine Power… how am I supposed to fulfill your tasks, to lead the Egyptians through this crisis?”

Once again, he prayed in silence, but without any hope for a response.

He had tried many times before, even if the Divine Power of the Sun still protected him; yet he was unable to hear the voice of the gods.

It seemed the gods had abandoned the Egyptians; apart from the divine edicts to destroy the Sin People, there was nothing else… Drifting into sleep, consciousness blurring, the Pharaoh felt as though he was sinking.

Descending in the water, falling and rising in a dream.

At a certain moment, it was as though he arrived somewhere else…

“…”

“…Ramses…”

“Ramses!”

“Who!”

Startled awake, the aged Pharaoh was still majestic.

He quickly surveyed his surroundings, then suddenly stood rooted to the spot.

He was no longer in his Royal Palace; this was a space beyond description with words.

An ocean of black and gold churned beneath him, with shards of broken light scattered across the sky.

Gold-red radiance enveloped him; Ramses felt that, if not for this protection, he might have been annihilated at the mere sight of that ocean.

Although this was awe-inspiring, it was not enough to shake the Pharaoh who had weathered a century of vicissitudes.

What truly brought him joy was the presence before him.

At this moment, he was standing atop a Great Sun Orb that seemed ablaze. In front of him, a deity with a golden face watched over him.

He had the body of a man, the head of a hawk, and golden hair cascaded down his back. Atop his head, a gold-red sun disc shimmered, with brilliance swirling within.

“Divine Power!”

Kneeling, the Monarch of the Mortal Realm paid his respects to the Monarch of the heavens.

“Disaster upon disaster, Your children are displaced and suffering from diseases and injuries.”

“Please put an end to all this, Mighty Ra, in my capacity as your chosen King of the Mortal Realm, I offer you everything I have.”

“…Everything?”

Ramses seemed to hear Ra pose this question; he was taken aback. Because everything of a mortal was meaningless to a god, even the ability to counter Messe was merely because the god had once bestowed Divine Power upon him.

But since the god had asked, the Pharaoh naturally would not deny it.

He simply repeated his statement, expressing his devotion to the god.

“Very well, it shall be as you wish.”

“I will personally put an end to these catastrophes.”

Nodding slightly, Ra’s gaze swept over Nephthys, who had revived the wraiths.

All previous attempts had failed, and he no longer believed the other could succeed.

In the struggle between superior beings, others were merely auxiliaries; in the end, only he himself could change the outcome.