Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 673 - 236 Sacrifice and Poetry

After the great wind there came a great rain, with no sign of the natural disasters ceasing.

The mortals of Hemenu had never experienced anything like this; it seemed as if heaven and earth were venting their wrath, punishing the creatures as insignificant as ants.

Upon the heavy clouds, the stars faintly twinkled as though echoing the rain in the Mortal Realm. Their trajectories began to deviate slightly; in the deserts far from the Nile River, venomous insects and pests gathered in swarms like they were awaiting something, yet they did not move from their place.

Meanwhile, the Pharaoh’s edict also traveled from the city of Memphis and swiftly reached the dwelling place of the Hebrews outside the city.

The rain continued, making the roads muddy and difficult to traverse. However, accompanied by the envoy came a hundred thousand elite guards. Despite the pouring rain, they still obeyed the command of the god of the Mortal Realm, willing to give their lives for him.

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"Absurd, this is practically murder!"

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There was a loud bang on the table, the speaker’s anger clearly visible.

"To construct a city in such a downpour is sheer impossibility! The rain will wash away the foundations and prevent the materials from drying. Such construction is nothing but a fool’s dream!"

Inside the hastily constructed council hall, a tall middle-aged man spoke loudly while around him, many nodded in agreement.

"Yes, indeed it is."

"Previously, they had us construct the Temple amidst the sandstorm, and we were already exhausted. Although the sandstorm only increased the difficulty of construction and caused a lack of water, but rain—I have never heard of any construction completed in the pouring rain, let alone a whole city!"

"In this weather, even walking is risky for fear of falling into holes, how could we possibly go and build a city?"

"..."

Thud, thud, thud—

"Silence, please. I know you are angry, but gentlemen, we have no choice."

Frowning slightly amidst the murmurs of the crowd, Aaron knocked on the table.

"Pharaoh’s army is out there, we cannot hold them off."

"Of course, they cannot kill us all, but most of us would die here. You are all people among the Hebrews well-known for your status and capabilities; you should understand the severity of our situation. Does anyone of you wish to bet on your luck?"

His voice serious, Aaron knew that Messe was not skilled at dealing with these matters.

This kin of his always harbored unrealistic utopian illusions about many things, often making it difficult for him to make certain decisions.

But Aaron had no intention of changing this; he simply chose to step forward and handle these problems for him.

After all, these illusions might be one of the reasons why Messe had come here. Without them, he might have never risked the danger to save his kin, whom he had not seen in decades, and would have given up everything early to live as the chosen one of God.

In comparison, Aaron was much more pragmatic.

"You’re right about Pharaoh’s army being powerful, but with all due respect, Lord Aaron, there seems to be a flaw in what you’ve said. Perhaps you should use ’you’ instead of ’we’ to describe us." Stay updated via novelbuddy

With a tone of irony, a young man spoke out, "As far as I know, Lord Messe, who comes from afar, possesses some extraordinary abilities, even able to infiltrate Pharaoh’s Royal Palace, being wanted and yet undying."

"We might possibly die under the blades of Pharaoh’s army, but you likely will not. Though... until your arrival, I never knew I would have to face life and death crises."

"But this is the revelation given by God!"

Speaking solemnly, Messe claimed loudly, "This is the omen God revealed to me in the flames, that the All Gods of Egypt will rain down divine punishment upon us—"

"—Yes, Lord Messe, you’ve mentioned this early on."

With a sneer, the young man continued, "But thinking about it from another angle, perhaps it is your arrival that has brought us divine punishment."

"Just like before, drinking the water sent by Pharaoh, have I not survived to this day?"

His words unapologetic, the young man’s sharp remarks indeed garnered the agreement of many.

The future might be promising, and if possible, no one would wish to live as a slave forever. This is why they readily believed Messe at first.

But one can’t live on hope alone. Even though many still supported Messe, the pressure, invisible yet slowly mounting, had gathered.

Seeing this scene, Aaron sighed inwardly.

He had argued before that those who attribute natural disasters and suffering to the gods ought to be killed, or at the very least expelled. Even the solution was simple—poison the water supplied by Pharaoh, causing those who drink it to fall ill.

Then, the faithful would only need to drink the water provided by that lady from the Fountain to heal, while the faithless could only await death. This could further stir the Hebrews’ gratitude toward God and their united hatred against Pharaoh, unwittingly allowing the enemy to cleanse them thoroughly.

But Messe refused, as he believed that The Faithless could still be reformed and should not be written off so easily.

However, to be honest, Aaron didn’t dismiss the value of reform; it just required ample time, which they did not have. Moreover, how could God, so far in the heavens, always perceive the hearts of men?... Pushing his chaotic thoughts aside, Aaron stepped forward and asked the young man calmly: