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Chapter 1120 1118. Khufu: I will praise the sun from now on!
Faced with the two suggestions made by old man Bayek who "rose from the coffin", Murphy said that this is really what I like!

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What does it mean to be old and wise?

Others only came to Murphy for help when they got into trouble, and Murphy had to use his "amazing wisdom" to help them clean up the mess. But old Bayek not only proposed a solution, he even prepared an action plan for Murphy.

Based on Bayek's brief description just now, Murphy could roughly guess that the person who assassinated Bayek was probably the "old friend" in the dusk.

After all, in the entire continent, apart from Sarifu Shadowblade who wields the Black Fang, the only person who can assassinate the high priest of the Church of the Dead Moon without anyone noticing is probably an assassin master of Shani's level.

But even Bayek himself didn't care about the assassination, so Murphy naturally wouldn't dwell on these details, as if death was just a small scene for the high priest.

Speaking of which, if you are someone who deals with necromancy, and you don’t die a few times in your life, do you really have the nerve to say hello to your peers?
Murphy asked directly:

"So, you already have some guesses about who is the black hand behind the chaos in the underworld, right?"

"Who else could it be?"

Bayek smiled helplessly and said:
“In the entire history of the Songhai Empire, there are only a handful of people who dare to openly question the majesty of the Creator and disrupt the order of the empire. And there is only one person who has such a close relationship with the underworld, my brother, the King of Wrathful Spirits, Mamluk, who thought he had seen the truth and gambled everything on it, and ended up almost dragging the empire into the abyss.

We suppressed him in the abyss of the resentful spirits of his defeat and death, and used the power left by the Creator to destroy his ambitions. Based on my understanding of Mamluk, it is very likely that he will hate and resist the majesty of the Creator and turn to the fallen Lord of Original Sin.

The power used to seal the abyss of evil spirits comes from the power of death in the underworld. With Mamluk's talent in the field of death psychic energy, it is not impossible for him to find opportunities to spread the dangerous belief among the pharaohs of the underworld.

The mistake we made was to be too superstitious about the effect of the seal.

Of course, the Creator's sudden withdrawal of power also caused the explosion and fission of this matter to be so fast that people were caught off guard.

In short, the trap I proposed to set is here. When the death ceremony of Thutmose II is held, according to the tradition of the Songhai people, the succession of the twelfth pharaoh will also be decided at that time. Those pharaohs of the underworld who are dissatisfied with the existing order will inevitably take this as an excuse to forcibly interfere with the power inheritance in the world of the living, and may even cause confrontation and division in the underworld.

I guess that if we try to forcibly maintain the succession of the Ptolemaic family to the throne, then the Mamluks will inevitably appear to question our betrayal of tradition, and thus obtain a perfect reason to declare war. At this point, the rebels in the world of the living and the rebels in the world of the dead will truly merge.

The boundary between life and death will be completely broken at that time.

It is at that time, when the Mamluk appears, that you will bring down the wrath of the Creator to wipe him and his world-hating army out of this world!

Giving those traitors a thunderous shock will surely cause the enemy's newly formed unity to disintegrate in an instant, and the Creator's mighty power will also make the neutrals in the world of the living turn to the side of order."

"Wait, there's a problem!"

Murphy interrupted Bayek's description with his hand and said:

"The rulers of the Hades are the eleven pharaohs, the ancient kings. Their opinions represent the attitude of the Hades. Do you think it is possible that the extreme ideas represented by the Mamluks have infiltrated the level of the kings of the Hades?"

"impossible!"

Bayek flatly denied it and said:
“Whether the Songhai people are the Creator’s favorite children is indeed debatable, but the connection between the underworld and the material world is indeed a rule set by the Creator himself.

Hades is a living creature!
It has its own original consciousness, and the power of the ancient kings and the power of the Church of the Dead Moon all come from it. In other words, the ancient kings are actually the mouthpieces of the underworld consciousness. Unless Mamluk and the twilight forces behind him are powerful enough to persuade the will of the underworld to turn against them, this matter will not rise to the level of the ancient kings.

However, speaking of this, I suddenly remembered a secret passed down from generation to generation by the chief priests of the Dead Moon.

It is said that when the Creator required the underworld to exist as a vassal plane of the material world, he made a promise to the consciousness of the underworld. The Creator promised that the underworld would eventually become the "shadow of the present world" and the "home of all living things." He promised that the underworld and the material world would eventually become two sides of the cycle of life and death.

Just as the Songhai people worship the sun and the moon, the two worlds representing the living and the dead will eventually achieve balance and equality.

However, thousands of years have passed, and the rules of the underworld still only exist within the territory of the Songhai Empire. According to legend, there is also an entrance to the underworld in the Callum Empire, but it is obviously still a long way from becoming the "shadow of the world".

Therefore, if the Hades consciousness also wants to take this opportunity to ask the Creator to fulfill the promise, I am afraid that this matter will eventually fall on you. "

"If the Creator really made that outrageous promise, then I must clean up His mess."

Murphy sighed and said:

"In addition to the above, I have another question about the stability within the Church of the Dead Moon. What happened in the City of the Blazing Sun has proven that even believers are dissatisfied with the current status of the Songhai Empire.

Especially when a large amount of faith is dedicated to the Creator, but the Creator does not need it at all, it is indeed discouraging that the two paths of faith, the Fiery Sun and the Dead Moon, have not been able to produce the fruits of faith.

If the discontent within the Church of the Fiery Sun was exploited by Berdinos and eventually turned into a shameful rebellion, then I think the situation within the Church of the Dead Moon must not be much better. The reason you didn't rebel is not because no one wanted to, but because you were under pressure from the kings of the underworld.

But hidden dangers are always hidden dangers, I think we should take this opportunity to solve that hidden danger as well."

He looked at Bayek in front of him, paused, and said:

"Chief Priest, let us work together to create a 'God of Death' for the Church of the Dead Moon."

"What?"

The high priest Bayek, who had been maintaining a shrewd attitude ever since meeting Murphy, was dumbfounded.

He manipulated Nefertari's body to rub her eyes in confusion, and then rubbed her ears, thinking that he had heard it wrong because of his age. After a few seconds, he looked at Murphy and said:
"What?"

"I said, let's create a god of death according to the rituals and teachings of the Church of the Dead Moon."

Murphy whispered in Bayek's ear:
"Put Hades, the demigod of the Underworld Scarab Beetle, who is the symbol of death, on the altar to prevent him from causing trouble like his brothers in the future."

"This kind of thing"

The old man thought about it and was still shocked. He whispered:
"You talk about this kind of thing as casually as buying groceries at the corner of the street. So, can you even arrange this kind of thing?"

"Well, it certainly wasn't possible before."

Murphy sighed and said:
“But right now, I do have something in my hand that can make it easy for Hades to ascend to the altar.

Of course, this comes at a price, so please help me ask the Styx Scarab in the next few days whether it is willing to sign the Frontier Contract and take over this important task.

Now that the Creator cannot come back for a while, the Songhai Empire should have a god of its own to rule the realm of faith to prevent worse things from happening."

"Can you really arrange it?"

Old man Bayek gave a thumbs up in shock and said with conviction:

"You are worthy of being chosen by the Creator. The Songhai people are truly lucky to receive your kindness."

When the old man lay back in the coffin and continued to think about the details of the plan for this trip to the Holy City of the Moon, Murphy, who helped him push the coffin lid, just took a step back and heard Mosna say to him:
"Sir, didn't you say that to consecrate a new god, you need to obtain the authorization code from the Sentinel Corps' Great Think Tank? You don't have any relationship with them at the moment."

"Well, this is indeed a problem, so I plan to personally write a 'New God Resume' for Hades, and write my name in the guarantor column.

When Hades was binding the artificial godhead in the astral plane, if the Sentinel Corps sent someone to check the situation, I would give them the resume. I think after I have recovered the Creation Engine and pushed the Creator's authority to a new high point, the Sentinel Corps will give me, the Creator's agent, face."

Murphy rubbed his chin and said:

"I'll leave my phone number on my resume. On the bright side, maybe we can actually get in touch with the Sentinel Corps through this."
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In the Green Shade Palace, the haggard Khufu sat alone outside the palace where his sister was resting. Next to him was an hourglass, which was the countdown for the Millennium Quicksand to set off for the Ptolemaic City to carry out the recovery operation.

There is less than an hour left.

But Khufu was very conflicted at this moment, just like the conflict, helplessness, pain and confusion that had been accumulating in his heart over the past few days.

Khufu had been following Governor Murphy around, so he didn't have much time to think. But now in the dead of night, those heavy doubts suddenly came to his mind, making him feel mixed emotions.

Khufu thought he was not a coward, but his tears still flowed involuntarily down his cheeks in the cold night.

fair enough.

At least no one will see it.
"Wipe it off. A crown prince of a country will be laughed at for showing such a cowardly attitude."

As Lord Murphy's voice sounded, a scented and exquisitely embroidered handkerchief was handed to His Highness Khufu, causing him to stand up in a hurry and wipe his eyes. Murphy patted Khufu on the shoulder, looked back at the queen sitting beside Fulier's bed in the palace and wiping her daughter's face, and said to Khufu:
"I'm here to answer Fulier's previous question, but she needs to rest, so I'm telling you the same thing. Before Fulier fell into a coma, she asked me if there was any other way to save your father. The answer is.
No more.

I can cleanse the Pharaoh of the Chaos corruption.

In fact, I could have done so the night he was assassinated, but the poison that Dusk used on your father was specially made. We encountered a wolf chieftain in the Genoa Peninsula who drank the same poison. This thing would open a door in your father's body directly connected to the shadow of chaos.

Therefore, while I purify your father, his body, which has been chosen as the 'Chosen One of Chaos', will also disappear under the cleansing power.

I have no reason to persuade you and your sister to accept all this calmly, Khufu, but I want to tell you that the doubts and disappointments in your hearts towards the Creator at this moment may also be the result that Huanghun hopes to see.

Painful disappointment will turn into hostility, and eventually plant a seed of doubt in your heart. When this seed is watered by malice and loss, and sprouts one day, you or Fulier will become one of those crazy people who sing praises to the 'Lord of Original Sin'.

I have only known your father for a short time.

But I am sure that he has a very devout belief in the Creator and he longs for the Creator's recognition.

Don’t let evil take advantage of you.”

"I will protect my sister! I won't allow anyone with bad intentions to get close to her!"

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Crown Prince Khufu, who looked haggard but seemed to have grown up overnight, held the hilt of the sword at his waist and said in a deep voice:

“Actually, I also have something I want to discuss with you, Lord Murphy. As soon as I close my eyes, I can see the scene of me handing the poisoned wine to my father. I can’t convince myself to blame it all on those villains.

I became their accomplice, and there is no denying that.”

Khufu paused, and then under Murphy's subtle gaze, he whispered:

"Therefore, I think I am no longer qualified to inherit the power left by my father, and I... I don't intend to do that. Berdinos, who was supposed to protect my sister and this country, abandoned his responsibility and personally brought down the scorching sun of the Songhai Empire.

That is a responsibility no one wants to take on anymore.

Especially after witnessing the choice made by High Priest Paffi, I thought that perhaps I could embark on the Lost Sun Road as my own exile.

This sea of ​​sand needs a majestic and fair sun!
To illuminate the land beneath the people's feet and the future ahead, I will do what Berdinos was unwilling to do.

As for the throne

"And your sister. If my son is to become the sun that never extinguishes and illuminates the sea of ​​sand, then your sister can also become the bright moon that comforts all living things."

Amid the trembling voice, Her Majesty the Queen, who had always been delicate and apolitical, appeared at the palace gate at some point. When she heard what her son said, her tearful eyes were filled with both pain and pride.

Pained that her son had chosen the thorny path of exile, but also proud that after her husband was murdered, the last man of the Ptolemaic family finally took on his due responsibilities, although not in the way the Pharaoh would have liked to see.

The queen did not persuade Khufu to give up his unorthodox idea.

At this moment, she showed indescribable determination and courage. With tears in her eyes, she said to Murphy in a trembling voice:

"My Lord Chosen One, please follow Grand Duke Hathor's previous advice regarding my husband. I know my husband's character. He will not willingly become an accomplice of those villains who are trying to bring disaster to the empire. It is indeed the Pharaoh's destiny to enter the underworld and join the ranks of his ancestors.

For us Songhai people, death is just the beginning of another journey.

He will watch over the Mortal Empire from the underworld and look forward to seeing his family again.

However, I have one last request!"

The queen looked back at her unconscious daughter, wiped her tears, bowed deeply to Murphy, and said solemnly:

"You are the chosen one of the Creator God, you are the master of the destiny of the Songhai people, no one else's authority can be on par with you in terms of faith, you represent the ancient legal system that the Songhai people have upheld for thousands of years! Everything that has happened in the past few days proves that you are the savior worthy of reliance on this sea of ​​sand that is about to enter chaos.

So I ask you
Do not!
I ask you to ensure that the authority of the Pharaoh is smoothly transferred to my daughter, and to witness and approve it all as the Chosen One of Creation.

My husband worked hard for the prosperity of the empire during his lifetime, and I hope that he can also put his worst worries behind him when he enters the afterlife."

Murphy nodded.

He said in a deep voice:

"In the name of the Creator's Chosen One! I promise that your children will inherit their father's legacy! I also promise that the Creator's glory will not dim in this sea of ​​sand, but you should set off now. Khufu will follow my warriors to rescue the Ptolemy Kingdom, and Princess Fulier will also shoulder the first test on her way to kingship.

As the Fiery Sun Giant Warriors are ready to attack the Holy Land of Origin, we need the Dead Moon Church's Giant Warriors to stand on the sea of ​​sand and, under the guidance of the Ptolemy family, crush all the ambitions of the arrogant evil creatures.

Grand Duchess Hathor, and Grand Duchess Shani."

Murphy turned around and looked at the Grand Duke of Secret Blood and the Grand Duke of Thorns who were walking out of the cold night behind him. He said:

"I ask you two to escort the Queen and Princess Fulier along the way to complete this important task related to the inheritance of the Songhai Empire and ensure that the Death Moon Giant God Soldier can be successfully activated. I have already sent a message to Grand Duke Pablo of Blood Terror.

His flagship, the Plunder, will arrive at the Port of Origin in two hours. He will escort you and the Pharaoh's coffin to the Holy City of the Moon as quickly as possible."

"Well, I promise you in the name of the Secret Blood Clan."

Hathor leaned forward to respond, and then said in a teasing tone:
"Including Lord Paying, five vampire dukes are being commanded by a vampire earl like you on the land of the Songhai people. This is unprecedented and will never be repeated. Written by the Secret Blood Clan, your contribution will surely be prominent in the Scarlet Book engraved at midnight."

"I don't want to either. If I can spend this eternal night easily, who would be willing to work hard and participate in this continuous tragedy?"

Murphy shook his head.

When Hathor and Shani left, he handed them a thin book and said:
"From now on, you two, as Grand Dukes, must read this book "Midnight Canon" carefully. I think you are smart and don't need me to explain this in detail."

Hathor and Shani opened the booklet in confusion, and their eyes widened after reading the first paragraph. The two ladies, each with their own charm, looked at each other, seeing the shock in each other's eyes, and then looked at Murphy, who patted the hilt of the Long Night Guard's sword at his waist, which was rarely unsheathed. The two archdukes fell silent.

Let's not talk about how Shani thinks

How could someone as intelligent as Hathor not see the meaning contained in this scripture?

These lunatics!

When the Secret Blood Clan fled to the east, they secretly reached a consensus to create a true Midnight God. No! They wanted to use this scripture to restrain the born evil god and extend it to a new interpretation of divinity.

Murphy did this kind of thing in private, and Lord Paying could tolerate it?

Doesn’t this trigger the vampire clan’s taboo?
Or is it that Lord Paying is actually one of these crazy people?
Thinking of this, Grand Duke Hathor turned to the next page. In the final signature of the canon, she not only saw the stamp of Lord Paying, but even the wolfsbane stamp of old Edward, who was notoriously difficult to deal with. Now, the only seven vampire clans missing were their Secret Blood Clan, the Thorn Clan and the sealed Mad Blood Clan.

this.
I really underestimated this chosen one by God.

Grand Duke Hathor sighed in his heart. He thought that based on his previous understanding, he could find a way to ask Murphy for help in certain matters, but now the status of this "Midnight King" has been raised, and it is more difficult to ask him to help in certain life-and-death matters.

Blanch!
This is really a pace that will drive people to death.

A few minutes later, Tris was also called to the Green Shade Palace. Murphy was waiting for her at the door. When Tris came over, Murphy stuffed something into her hand and repeated his and High Priest Bayek's plan in a brief tone.

He warned:

"If the will of Hades asks the Creator for a promise through the mouth of the Ancient King, I will send this thing as a token of my sincerity to stabilize the power of Hades, and then activate the Giant God Soldier. The rest will be discussed slowly after the Holy City of Origin is taken."

Cui Si looked down at the artificial godhead in her hand, she sighed and said:
"I thought you and I wouldn't need this thing for a while, but I didn't expect it to be given away before I could keep it for long. Are the Songhai people really worth you using this thing as a price to exchange their future for them?"

"They've been honoring my heartless boss for a thousand years, Tris."

Murphy rolled his eyes and said:
"Just because my boss is a heartless bastard doesn't mean I, as an agent, have no conscience. Just think of this as a reward from the Creator for the Songhai people's precious thousand-year loyalty. Anyway, we don't need it anymore."

(End of this chapter)