Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 384: Land Division
The moon sets and the sun rises. In the sky of Hermeneu, the sun is brighter than ever, shining brightly and cleanly on the earth.

Ramses woke up from his rest and shook his dizzy head. There were people guarding the Pharaoh's palace day and night, so he could not hear the annoying mosquitoes and flies outside, but as he gradually woke up, he always felt as if he had forgotten something.

"I am getting old. I can't even remember my dreams clearly."

"Hoo--Ra still hasn't responded to me. The Egyptians are still struggling in dire straits."

His face was calm, and after waking up, he was faced with the cruel reality.

If it was just one or two cities, or even one or two cities, Ramses felt that he could accept the loss.

Paying a price for the orders of the god Ra was what the Egyptians were supposed to do, and everyone thought it was natural. However, recent experiences had caused the pharaohs of the 19th Dynasty to have some doubts.

Although the power bestowed by Ra on every pharaoh still exists, all the promises he once made to the Egyptians seem to have become invalid.

The oracle came from Heliopolis, and the legendary incarnation of the gods never came to Memphis.

Although the envoy sent by the Pharaoh to the holy city swore that he had seen Thoth, the god of wisdom and writing, where did he go? Shouldn't he have come to Memphis to explain the will of the god Ra in detail to the Pharaoh?

After all, whether it was Thoth or Pharaoh, they were actually subjects of Ra.

"…Tell me, what do you want to do with me?"

Shaking his head slightly, Ramses glanced at the minister who was unable to hide his fatigue.

They had been waiting for a while, probably because they didn't dare to disturb their rest. Oh, things couldn't be done one by one, and at this time, no one could be smarter than them.

Ramses was waiting for their response, probably wanting to complain to him again and prove their incompetence with reality... However, as the minister spoke, the Pharaoh's expression became more and more heavy.

"What did you say? Are you sure what you said is true?"

"The dead are coming back to life...Are you blaming the gods or the beliefs of all Egyptians?"

"No, sir. I wish it were not so, but the bones of the dead did rise from their graves, and they were reborn, and they went to the lands of the Hebrews."

The large Egyptian man half-kneeling on the ground had a bitter look on his face: "The same is true for those who died of the plague. They lost their lives one moment, and were reborn with the plague the next."

"The family of the deceased thought it was a miracle, that the god Ra had given the deceased a new life, but the result was..."

It wasn't finished, but everyone knew what would happen if a living person got close to a dead person.

Death is the only outcome, and even the new dead will become new undead. Anger rose from his heart again, and Ramses said word by word: "Resurrection from the dead... Very good, very good!"

"Then tell me, during this time, while you were waiting for me to wake up, what did you do?"

"…Your Majesty, I…"

The answer, of course, was that he did nothing; he was waiting for Pharaoh's orders.

However, before he could finish his words, suddenly, a huge earthquake came from afar, shaking the entire palace.

boom--!
bang——

Bang...

The palace shook, and ornaments and utensils fell to the ground. The guards quickly moved towards the Pharaoh, trying to resist this sudden disaster.

"Step aside!"

With a loud shout, Ramses II did not bother to listen to the explanations of these incompetent people. He pushed aside the guards and strode out of the palace.

At this moment, Pharaoh secretly swore that when this emergency was over, he would replace them all instead of letting them continue to show their incompetence!
Rumble——!
Without any warning, there was another loud bang, as if the whole world was shaking.

Ramses staggered, tried his best to steady himself, and then strode out of the palace.

The sun was shining brightly, and the sky seemed to be unchanged. Standing at the gate of the palace, Pharaoh looked far away at the place where the tremor came from.

The buildings in the city were so densely packed that he shouldn't be able to see anything. But for some reason, when the third vibration came, he felt as if someone was talking to him, telling him the source of the disaster.

The ground cracked open, and dark red liquid oozed out. The crowd that couldn't dodge in time fell into it without even a scream.

The city of Memphis seemed to be torn apart by the earth, and countless Egyptians were meeting their deaths... The sounds in his ears seemed real and illusory, and Ramses felt as if he had really understood the rules governing the occurrence of the ground fissures.

"They are chasing after those who have resurrected from the dead. This taboo violates the rules of the human world. Is it that their existence has angered the gods..."

His chest rose and fell. In Ramses' memory, the bodies of the dead were protected by the goddess Nephthys, and their souls returned to the afterlife. Anyone who violated the order of life and death would be mercilessly burned by the sun's light.

But now, the sun seemed to be oblivious to them, and instead, the winding cracks in the ground seemed to be chasing the traces of these dead people.

And the source of the ground fissure... Ramses was very familiar with it.

"Heh... Come on, let Merneptah lead the people to the Holy City. I am old. According to the consistent rules of the 19th Dynasty, if something unexpected happens, he will be the next Pharaoh."

"As for you, prepare the car - no, set off directly. You all must come with me, and no one can be left behind."

Holding the thousand-year-old staff that belonged to the Pharaoh, Ramses gave the order calmly. At this moment, he finally made up his mind.

"Here, Your Majesty, you want to..."

"Of course, get them out of here, out of the land of the Egyptians."

Speaking quietly, Ramses looked at the minister who was speaking.

The Pharaoh's gaze made him shut up immediately. Even now, no one dared to question Ramses' authority.

"I should have done this long ago. Only God can fight against the power of God, not us. Egypt...does not welcome them to stay."

It seemed as if his mind felt a lot lighter, and Ramses felt that all the fatigue brought by waking up just now had disappeared.

He felt his spirit more active than ever before, as if someone was whispering in his ear. Yes, he wanted to go there in person and find the prophet who had rudely stepped into his palace and decided to lead the sinners away.

These people have caused enough trouble. As long as he can solve these troubles, Pharaoh is willing to escort them out of the country.

As for this being against the oracle...

If the god Ra appeared before him now, Ramses would be willing to admit his sins on the spot and use his life to prove his loyalty to the god.

Ra, who has returned to the human world, will surely be able to solve all problems, but if Ra still does not make any direct intervention...

"In order to prevent Egypt from being destroyed in my hands... As Pharaoh, I have no choice."

Looking up at the source of all light and hope, the supreme sun, Ramses actually hoped that the other party would come.

After all, he was old and would not live long anyway. But if the Egyptians lost their gods, that would be the greatest disaster they could ever encounter.

……

boom--

click-

On both sides of the Nile River, in the desert and oasis, countless cracks are winding and cracking

The rumbling of the earth was like the heartbeat and roar of a giant, and red liquid flowed out from the cracks in the ground, just like his blood and sweat, flowing on the surface of his skin. The perspective of mortals is biased after all, and even if the perception has been inexplicably enhanced, Ramses' judgment is still wrong.

He thought the source of the earthquake was in the soon-to-be-built City of the Sun, and that it was the increasingly powerful prophet who caused all this. However, in fact, the ground crack in Memphis was not caused by Moses.

On the contrary, in the city at this moment, Moses held the scepter in his hand and touched the ground with it, trying his best to resist the shaking of the earth and reduce the damage it might cause.

click-

click-

click-

……

woo-

……

Outside the city, the cracks in the earth were like carriages from the mythological era, sending the souls of the dead from all over the world to the place that the gods wanted to destroy.

The riots in the city had just been suppressed, and what followed was an endless ocean of undead souls.

"This... How can we possibly resist it!"

Some people exclaimed, some people despaired, it was like a floating painting of the world, with all kinds of life in it.

Standing with his sword in hand, Aaron looked unusually calm amid the panic of the people around him.

Among the dead who had returned, he saw many wearing gorgeous clothes and exquisite decorations, as well as rough linen, which showed the difference in their status in life.

But now, whether it was Pharaoh or noble, commoner or slave, when they died, when their gods made a decision, they all appeared here together.

Sure enough, all beings are equal in the face of death.

“No, it’s still not equal.”

"There are gods, there is an afterlife, and even death has highs and lows."

Aaron glanced at the crowd of people showing all kinds of lives, and he was not afraid, because he probably knew that he didn't need to kill all his opponents, he just had to try his best to survive to the end.

At that time, the 'Messenger of God' will naturally display his 'miracle' once again and wipe out all enemies on earth.

"Red water gushed out from the earth, like the blood of a foreign god."

"They flow into the Nile like blood running through it."

"This is the eighth punishment God brought upon Egypt. It should be recorded and passed down from generation to generation."

Perhaps because of the continuous death of the gods, some things that were originally difficult to see became clearer. Faintly, Aaron felt that he seemed to be able to see a giant bleeding in the sky.

The whole world seemed to be saddened by his pain, but unable to do anything.

From top to bottom, from inside to outside, it is like a piece of broken porcelain that has been pieced together. At this moment, the land of Hemenu is so fragile and yet tough.

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Spiritual world, fifth level.

At the center of the world, there is unprecedented peace and tranquility.

Just like the sea surface before a storm, endless undercurrents are hidden beneath the bottomless abyss.

The black and white colors correspond to each other up and down, and the four-color apertures rotate continuously.

The east is sky blue, the west is dark blue; the south is fiery red, and the north is yellowish brown.

It is not that they appear in the corresponding directions, but in the fifth spiritual world of chaotic time and space, they anchor the directions of east, south, west and north, just like the positive and negative energy interfaces anchor "up" and "down".

It was like a rotating diamond, but there was some interaction between them. Everything seemed so orderly, but if you went deeper, you could clearly see that the light point in the north was much dimmer.

Unexpected, but also reasonable.

As long as the cycle is formed, theoretically the earth, water, wind and fire can grow and decline at the same time, and finally reach a stable concept.

At that time, a sudden surge in power on one side will not cause any problem; it will only slowly return to balance under the action of the cycle.

However, that was all after the cycle was accomplished, but now the earth, water, wind, fire...something seemed to be lacking.

Set, the god of war, desert and storm, whose bones are made of metal underground, is the most powerful among the gods.

As one of the nine gods of Egypt, and even in some later records, he briefly reigned over the world. The power he possessed was undoubtedly great.

However, the "earth" contained in the theocracy of "Desert" is much different from the other three.

Therefore, the current cycle between earth, water, wind and fire was imposed by external forces, and they did not start the spontaneous first rotation. The core of the fifth spiritual world was therefore not stable enough and could not complete the final evolution.

But this is only temporary, because the nutrients sent from the outside world... are far from over.

wow——

The sound like flowing water rang out again in the dead silent void, like a surging tide, beating along the "river channel".

At a certain moment, a dark red mist like blood suddenly appeared in the center of the fifth spiritual world. It circled in the void, and then quickly flowed towards the yellow-brown light spot like a whale returning to the sea.

In an instant, the other three flashing spots of light shrank, and the power they possessed began their final compression and settling.

The space-time barrier covering the core of the spiritual world disappeared without a trace. In the entire fifth level of the spiritual world, countless eyes also looked in this direction.

"..."

"That's... the core. Can we enter there?"

"My kingdom of God is shaking... Fortunately, I have the support of others to help me stabilize the kingdom. If I had relied on myself alone, I'm afraid it would have fallen apart long ago."

"I feel this depressed, and I don't know what has changed there. Once it stabilizes, maybe I should go take a look..."

"There's new movement... I have to send down the oracle quickly and pass on the news here."

"It's better not to affect me. I just raised the country, how could I encounter such a thing!"

"..."

Curiosity, avoidance, joy...for a moment, the vast and boundless five layers of the spiritual world were all tense because of the sudden change.

No one knows whether this change is good or bad. Some people see it as an opportunity, some people see it as trouble, but in any case, it will not change due to the attitude of the viewer.

They just silently accumulate strength and accept the power coming from the void.

Until the last stream of light sank in, as if it had accumulated to its limit. At the core of the spirit world, four-color light spots exploded.

(End of this chapter)