Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 674 - 236 Sacrifice and Poem_2

"Then what do you plan to do? Tell Pharaoh, ’The Hebrews do not have the power to do these things, and you are willing to take refuge in the embrace of the bizarre Egyptian deities’ — and then do you think he will let you go, sparing you and your followers from the labor of building the city?"

"If you think so, then you might as well go and do it, I certainly won’t stop you."

"Ha, you say it casually, but the trouble has already been brought by you all, how can it be avoided?"

"It’s just that since you have created the problem, you must be able to solve it!"

He raised his hand and pointed upwards, the young man pointed to the clouds in the sky outside: "The city is for all of us to build, but this heavy rain, you have to take responsibility for resolving it. Isn’t the so-called power of God supposed to be manifested right here?"

"You—"

"You are right, this matter, I will resolve."

Interrupting Aaron’s words, Messe spoke calmly.

Descending from the wooden platform, Messe walked through the crowd, all the way outside the house, and stood in the midst of the heavy rain.

The wind and rain soaked his clothes, and streams of water, as if filled with water, flowed over his body. Although many people did not understand him, Messe was not angry, but only felt sad for them.

"You cannot understand the existence of God, that is normal, because you have not received a divine revelation like I have. But I still hope you can understand, because that is your only chance to survive..."

Rip—

With a sharp tool, he sliced open his palm, and the fresh blood, mingling with the rainwater, fell onto the staff.

This holy artifact, gifted by God, would become stronger with the disasters that befell the Hebrews, but its current strength was still insufficient to contain this natural calamity.

Aaron had suggested that he cleanse the faithless, partly hoping to help increase the power of this holy artifact. But for Messe, if there was a choice, he would rather bear the disaster himself.

God said he was more important than the entire Hebrew people, so the harm he suffered, should also be tantamount to the harm the entire Hebrew people suffered.

Hum—

A hum sounded, and as the fresh blood touched the staff, indeed, a force was activated.

Visible to the naked eye, golden and silver patterns intertwined along the body of the Serpent Staff.

As if it had drawn something in, the holy artifact suddenly radiated light, and Messe too felt a surge of power, as if he held omnipotence in his grasp.

"Omnipotence... merely an illusion."

"But stopping the heavy rain should be well within reach."

He looked up at the sky, his pale hand lifting the scepter, and Messe thrust the scepter into the ground.

The next moment, the Ten-Eye Spring Water, previously brimming with life force, instantly dried up, and the scepter, like a plant, instantly took root upon touching the ground.

In an instant, the plant that the scepter had become shot up from the ground, evolving into a gigantic tree with a canopy that shielded dozens of miles. The heavy rain was instantly blocked above the giant tree, and beneath it, the climate returned to normal.

"Cough cough—that should be enough."

A soft cough, although Messe’s body, at over eighty years of age, was usually healthy, he now felt unwell.

And with the staff turned into a giant tree, he temporarily lost any other means.

"Aaron, arrange for everyone to build the city, let’s hope Pharaoh keeps his promise."

"...As you wish."

Looking up at the giant tree that had sprung up in an instant, Aaron felt somewhat dazed for a moment.

Although he had seen Messe’s methods before, such an astounding one he was witnessing for the first time.

But indeed, the effect was good... Glancing around, Aaron clearly saw a change in the expressions of those around him.

Indeed, the majority of people fear power more than they fear virtue.

"Let’s begin, now, you should have no objections."

Suppressing the emotions surging in his heart, Aaron spoke to the young man from before.

With the residual spring water to restore strength and the giant tree shielding the sky, building the city might just be achievable.

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Meanwhile, on the slopes outside the City of Memphis.

Messe had first encountered Isis here, and he had even come back to this place afterward, wanting to thank this righteous person for her help.

Unfortunately, he never saw her again.

However, in reality, Isis had never left. Messe could not find her simply because she did not wish to meet with him.

"I really didn’t expect it, could that staff actually possess such power?"

"Previously, Shu’s fall indeed made the power that descended upon it stronger, but it shouldn’t have been able to perform such a divine miracle so suddenly. The injuries suffered by the Hebrews could actually empower it..."

A flicker of doubt crossed her eyes; Isis felt that perhaps there was indeed some secret within these people’s bloodlines. And Messe, from his bloodline to his soul, was full of secrets.

However, the birth of the Hebrews occurred after she had transferred her ’ka’ that carried her authority, and without her authority, she naturally had no way to perceive the deeper mysteries.

She also wondered about that woman from the Alien Realm; what bloodline did the godly child she carried belong to, and what status did it hold in the Alien Realm? But no matter what, this all seemed very much like a blood sacrifice ritual.

Using their flesh and blood to strengthen the power of this god-given scepter might have been the great one’s original plan.

He didn’t include himself in his calculation, but this did not affect his success. The more Hebrews died, the stronger the power Messe possessed, the less likely he was to die... and perhaps he, himself, might hold some special secret.

Therefore, He agreed to Messe’s wish to save his own people because He knew that the vast majority of those people were sacrifices for his very self.

"Sigh—never mind, this isn’t something I should be concerned with."

"He’s the enemy I should be dealing with now, Thoth..."

Gently shaking her head, Isis disappeared in a flash.

After a while, she arrived at the city walls of Heliopolis.

But as soon as she arrived, she sensed streams of divine power descending from The Sky, and the magic power she was familiar with was converging from all directions.

Thoth, who had taken her place among the Nine Pillars Spirit, the wisdom of Ra, was performing a divine descending here.

Isis could even stop him now, but it was pointless.

The course of a chess game allows you to capture the piece after the opponent makes a move, but not to interrupt them before they do so. If you do that, the opponent can simply take out another chess piece.

So Isis just waited on the city walls, sitting and awaiting Thoth’s arrival.

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Clang...

Whoosh—

As time slowly passed, at a certain moment, The Sun was directly overhead, and the previously dense clouds scattered to reveal a hole.

Sunlight shone into the Holy City, like a pillar of light descending from The Sky.

"...When the Sun God came down from Heaven to earth, breathed life into the nostrils of people, they stood up..."

"...When the Sun God came again to earth, granting people reason, they built cities and tilled the fields..."

"...Praise you, your beauty is unmatched, your light illuminates the earth..."

"...You rise from The East, your radiance shines upon the whole world..."

"...Great God, your power is infinite, your wisdom unparalleled. You created all things; you rule everywhere..."

"...Praise you, you are our creator, our protector. We pray to you, may you bless us with peace..."

"...Praise you, your name will be remembered forever, your glory will endure forever. We will praise you forever, we will always cherish you..."

On the earth, songs praising the Sun God rose and fell in waves, at the forefront of the crowd, a person in a gorgeous priest’s robe danced to a song pleasing to the god.

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The whole ceremony was as if not Thoth, but Ra himself was descending.

"It’s true, in the eyes of mortals, Shu is the breath of Ra, Thoth is his wisdom... in this world, in fact, only Amon-Ra-Atum is the source of everything, and all other deities are his creations."

Without judgment, Isis sat obliquely on the city battlements.

She watched The Temple’s divine light growing more and more splendid, silently waiting for Thoth’s arrival.