Tribute to the Demon King

This incident has always worried Ramses II.This directly led to the fact that during Muwatar's tenure, Egypt and the Hittites had no tendency to reconcile, but instead fought more and more fiercely for more than ten years.

This plot is very similar to another sample in Zhou Yi's mind.

That's Arash - the war he ended is also in such a predicament.The people of the two countries are very tired, internal friction is serious, war weariness is intense, and the original hatred is almost resolved... But this is a game of pushing hands in which whoever pulls first is tantamount to admitting defeat.Any party trying to make peace will be threatened by the other party.Even if the other party wants peace.

Arash's solution to this problem is to use the power of Ahura Mazda to shoot an arrow that ends the war.An arrow shot out of the border, marking an end to the dispute between the two countries.Therefore, Arash is also worshiped by the people of both countries as the "brave who ended the war".

But it's a pity... Neither Egypt nor Hittite has such a brave man who can end the war.The occasion for the truce was the death of King Muwatar and the harassment of both sides by the more belligerent Assyrians.After Hittite's new king Artusirish gave the blame to Muwatar with peace of mind, he took advantage of the opportunity and signed a peace treaty with Ramses II.

Therefore, after Muwatar angered Ramses II with "Moses", history has cleverly returned to the right track-in any case, it is impossible for Ramses II to make peace with a person who tried to threaten him with Moses.

"—Yes, Muwatar."

After a long period of silence, Ramesses II laughed: "Hahahahaha, I've been investigating Yu very well... You actually know how to threaten Yu with Moses. Indeed, if you threaten the life of Moses If so, Yu might really give in, maybe..."

Listening to Ramses II's laughter, Aisha couldn't help shivering.

That kind of cold and greasy laughter reminded her of a snake spitting out letters.Although it was full of complicated emotions, there was no joy in it, all of them were immersed in the bone-chilling chill like a freezing hell.

After laughing out loud---

In an instant, the eyes of Ramses II, who was overlooking the earth, cast a sharp gaze.

The next moment, the sky behind Ramses cracked open.

The gloomy and dark sky was suddenly torn open, and a pair of huge golden hands protruded from it.

That was the hand of Amon - the art of summoning gods that can only be performed by a pharaoh who has inherited the position of the earth god of each generation.Originally, it was just a ritual to summon a giant hand made of pure light, but after he became a godslayer, it was a little different.

It was as if it had really summoned Amon's hands.

"madness."

A cold voice sounded.

In the dark night, Ramses II, whose whole body was wrapped in brilliance, announced: "Since you have the guts to threaten Yu with Moses, you must have already figured out your own end. Let's choose, Yu will be handed over by Amon." Torn to shreds, or burnt to ashes with the rest of the country."

After that, eyes full of enormous killing intent cast towards Muwatar from the sky.

Although Moses miraculously killed the eldest son and elder brother of Ramses, and even killed the eldest son and even all the firstborn animals of all Egyptians... But this kind of blood feud is and can only be between him and Moses. people's grievances.

But facing Ramses II's threat, Muwatar just sneered and said, "It's just the sun. I've killed three of them, and they're all the same thing. It's just stupid."

"that……"

At this moment, Zhou Yi cleared his throat, and said shyly: "Although, if you want to find Moses, it's not impossible..."

"……what?"

Hearing Zhou Yi's words, Muwatar didn't realize what Zhou Yi meant at the first time.On the contrary, Ramses II was stunned for a moment, looked up at Zhou Yi without saying a word.

"But, you are looking for the wrong person today, uncle."

Zhou Yi looked at Muwatar with a smile, and slowly opened his squinted eyes.

The faint light that emerged from his opened pupils was a pale golden color that was as clear as running water and as pure as sunlight.

In an instant, Zhou Yi's expression changed from gentleness to disgust.Those pale golden pupils are full of the sun's radiance that Muwatar detests——

"Are your eyes beautiful, King of Iron Sword?"

Zhou Yi ignored Muwatar, hummed with a low smile, "Really, it's extremely ridiculous——"

Hearing this, Muwatar cut off Zhou Yi's head with his sword without hesitation.

I don't know what's going on...but it feels very ominous.Just in case, don't give him a chance to speak... just hack him to death.

——However, a miracle was born at this moment.

Even if the head was cut off, Zhou Yi unexpectedly did not die.

Muwatar could clearly feel the sensation of the blade cutting through the muscles and severing the spine.But Zhou Yi seemed to be a phantom, without any injuries on his body.

Unbelievably, he swung his sword again and slashed at Zhou Yi's neck.The same feeling came from the hand, and the same blood spurted out—but after his sword left Zhou Yi's skin, everything seemed to go back in time, and even the blood was sucked back.

"Unpopular, without friends, wanting to become a king just by desire and brute force? What do you think of a king, as long as you have the power, you can ravage and squeeze the cash machine at will?"

The intact Zhou Yi crossed his arms and looked at him with a sneer: "I don't agree with Ramses' evaluation of you. I have seen a king who really captured people's hearts with his own desires... that is the real one. A hero is a king."

"shut up!"

Muwatar let out a low cry, pierced Zhou Yi's forehead with his iron sword, and stirred it vigorously.It was like a kitchen knife piercing the tofu without encountering the slightest obstacle.

But Zhou Yi didn't even feel the pain, just grinned and continued to laugh at him: "Without compassion and empathy, you simply don't have the ability to bear the people's expectations and desires. Don't say no You are a qualified king, you are incomplete as a qualified person."

"Or, the gentler you is not a clone you created at all... but your master personality?"

"shut up!"

Under Zhou Yi's calm gaze that seemed to penetrate everything, Muwatar finally lost his composure, stabbed the blade into Zhou Yi's head, pinched his neck and growled in a low voice: "I am, Muwatar!" watt--"

His words came to an abrupt end.

As if getting an electric shock, Muwatar suddenly let go of the hand holding Zhou Yi's neck, and turned his head to look at the rainbow-colored circle that Zhou Yi had carved on the ground before.

The gentle sun's rays rippling in that magic circle, and the light of a clear spring surges from the completely dark world, illuminating the sky like a bonfire.

But it was not for this reason that Muwatar stopped suddenly.