To the people of Alexandria, this period was undoubtedly the prelude to the death knell of judgment by the Grim Reaper.

Appointed by King Saladin, the governor of Egypt, the master of Alexandria, and the King's most trusted brother Adil, was slain, with most of the elite forces decimated. The remaining troops were scattered and many turned into bandits rampaging through the countryside.

Ironically, during the army's retreat, internal strife broke out. It was unclear whether they were fighting over resources at the Burullus Lakebank camp or due to disputes between Sunni and Shia factions, but the conflict was so intense that the blood turned the lake red.

In the end, it was the Crusaders advancing on Alexandria who intervened forcefully, separating the internal strife participants and turning them all into prisoners.

As news of the Crusaders advancing towards Alexandria Port constantly arrived, the atmosphere within the city began to change drastically.

Initially, the rumor was that "the Frankish devils massacred the Burullus Lake encampment, staining the lake with the blood of the faithful."

The nobles remaining in the city began rallying the militia to defend the city, determined to live or die with Alexandria.

The next day, with the arrival of the "indescribable cannibal demon king" news crossing the Nile River and occupying Damnhur, details from that day's shocking "Battle Against the Gods" were revealed, causing a sudden change in sentiment.

Many well-informed Saracen nobles no longer showed themselves, attempting to seize the power vacuum left by Adil's death, but instead quickly packed up their belongings, hired ships, and departed.

On the third day, as the "despicable and disgraceful pagan demon king led his army past the ruins of Rashid which he personally destroyed," many had a sense of impending doom, fearing Alexandria might become another dead city like Rashid.

By this point, aside from a few hot-headed individuals, no one thought of resisting to the end.

The price of tickets at Alexandria Port began changing by the hour, and many citizens, originally possessing some wealth, could only secure a spot in the cramped cargo holds previously used to transport salted fish.

By the fourth day, followers of the Coptic Church within the city, under the orchestration of the Shadow of Darkness, launched a city "uprising" and seized vital locations like the city gates. While fighting continued, secret negotiations were ongoing.

By the fifth day, when the Crusaders' army was pressing in, the secret negotiations had concluded.

The insurgents, hoisting the banner of the Crusaders, proclaimed to the people of Alexandria Port: that the great Savior of Christ, the supreme Great Emperor Losa, was about to arrive at his loyal Alexandria.

Overnight, flags within the city changed, and many Fire Worship prayer towers were converted into Coptic shrines. The Holy Fire Banner was replaced by hastily made double-headed eagle and Crusaders' banners.

The Crusaders, ready to flex their muscles and commence a siege, could only stand dumbfounded as the city gates stood wide open.

Losa was not surprised by this outcome; Alexandria Port is a multicultural city with Greeks, Jews, Copts, and Saracens living here. When the Saracens' main forces fell and the fearful lower nobility fled, it was expected that the city would surrender without a fight.

The welcoming party for Losa's entry was led by a Coptic bishop and a Jewish tycoon.

In recent days, many Jewish merchants fled with the Saracens to Aleppo, as Frankish religious policies were not as enlightened as the Saracens'. Those who stayed hoped to gamble for wealth upon hearing Losa was not as cruel as other Crusader Princes, unwilling to give up the industry they had built over the years.

"Honorable Majesty, you may enter your loyal Alexandria Port at any time. This city has become the most beautiful gem on your crown. To avoid dust on the gem, your loyal servants suggest boldly that those mighty soldiers should remain outside the city..."

The Jewish merchant appeared ingratiating, with large drops of sweat running down his plump face.

He was too nervous; after all, he was face to face with the infamous pagan demon king who reportedly slew the "God of Light." The overwhelming pressure silenced many of those usually eloquent in the welcoming party.

No one responded for a long time.

He couldn't help but secretly lift his head, peering at the man on the giant horse, masked in gold, unreadable in expression.

Not knowing how much time had passed—it might have been a fleeting moment, but to the Jewish merchant, it felt like half a century—his silk underwear was soaked completely from sweat despite the winter season.

"My soldiers deserve to enter the city; it is their rightful honor."

The man spoke, dismissing the welcoming party kneeling by the roadside. Their "civil war" seemed more like a staged performance for him, and Losa would grant them certain status to stabilize his rule, but it didn't mean he would neglect his true base.

Indeed, holding great power and renown, he could disregard others' opinions and act as a whimsical monarch without worrying about being labeled a tyrant.

But that was not his nature.

"Deliver my orders: all military units, enter the city in an orderly fashion!"

Losa commanded loudly, galloping towards the city gate, followed closely by the winged cavalry, with the dust blowing those lavishly-dressed from the welcoming party into disarray.

"Long live, praise Jesus Christ, praise Saint Losa!"

Upon entering the city, sparse cheers erupted.

Hans, attending by his side, was startled, drawing his weapon. The sounds of blades and guns being unsheathed were continuous, causing fear in the citizens gathered at the city gate to greet them.

It was Losa's hand gesture that commanded everyone to sheathe their weapons, nodding slightly to the citizens and making a cross on his chest: "Good day, my Christian brothers."

"Good day, Your Majesty!"

"God bless you!"

The relieved citizens offered their blessings.

The horse trod proudly on the petal-strewn stone road, displaying its majesty to the people, eliciting gasps of awe. Such a majestic horse was a rare sight anywhere.

"Is this the legendary Hell Horse, the demon king's steed?"

"So terrifying; will this demon king really not start a massacre?"

Whispered murmurs arose from the crowd. Their voices were low, but Losa's keen senses caught them, promptly tuning out such trivialities—he'd be driven mad surrounded by these distractions continuously.

"Master, where are we heading now? To Adil's Governor's Mansion?"

Hans inquired.

Losa shook his head: "I have instructed Kurs to make arrangements; we shall head directly to Saint Mark's Cathedral."

Saint Mark's Cathedral, the primary church of the Alexandria Major Archdiocese, is the center of Coptic Christianity.

The procession reached the cathedral.

Outside the open Holy Hall doors, various Crusader nobles were already gathered.

Cardinal Sebastian nervously held the red-and-white dual crown, representative of the King of Upper and Lower Egypt, which was found in the treasury of Alexandria, once symbolizing the Pharaoh of Egypt, and kept by Adil in his Governor's Mansion.

Having witnessed Losa's wielded power firsthand, he worried daily about Losa exacting retribution on him one day.

Therefore, when Losa requested to be crowned as king in Alexandria, he dared not resist even slightly and hastily agreed.

In Sebastian's astonished, fearful, unexpected gaze, Losa had no intention of crouching to be crowned, rather, he reached directly and took the crown held upright in Sebastian's hands, placing it on his head.

No one questioned his overstepping of bounds; in terms of theological status, no matter how it's assessed, Losa could surpass a disgraced former cardinal, who truly represents God was beyond doubt.