Egyptian Mythology: God of Gods

Nephthys turned back with a peaceful smile on his face, "You're here." "

Seth looked at Nefertis, and this time she was really smiling.

"Is Anubis okay?" Seth asked.

"Hmm." Nephthys nodded, walked down from the window, and said, "He's all right." "

"Are you okay?" Seth asked again.

"It's fine." Nefertis sat down and poured a glass of wine for Seth.

Seth naturally took it and took a sip.

The intoxicating scent of desert grapes melts in your mouth.

At this point, his body no longer had an instinctive reaction.

With his complete control over the desert, war, and power, he received Ra's real name.

The instinctive reactions of the body left by Seth were completely gone.

Seth still doesn't know why the original Seth had such an instinctive reaction to Nephthys.

However, Seth was not curious to explore. "640"

The most important thing these days is the authority of the underworld, and Ra's real name has always unnerved Seth.

"Did something happen?" Nephtis reached out, trying to smooth Seth's frowning brow.

Seth didn't like Nephthys' touch, so he dodged it and said, "It's nothing. "

Nephtis calmly withdrew his hand and mumbled.

For the rest of the day, no one spoke.

An atmosphere of awkwardness filled the air.

Seth didn't know what to do about this situation.

He remained silent for a while, then left Nephthys' quarters.

......

On a high ground far from the Nile.

It was not long before dawn.

Thousands of people are busy.

Some people polish and cut the irregular huge stones into uniform rectangular stones.

The half-human-high, one-man-long rocks were carried by dozens of men to the site where the walls had been built.

In addition to the people who cut and carried the stones, there were also people digging drains, carvings, and mud.

"Idiot!" A warrior of the Abydos tribe raised his hand and slapped a slave.

All the people of the tribe of Abydos have been given the power of Seth.

This slap directly knocked a middle-aged slave to his stomach, and his face was swollen.

The beaten slave got up and stood respectfully aside.

"Lord Sharawi said that when you make mud, you should add crocodile water plants." The warrior of Abydos said coldly.

"I didn't add it this time, when you forgot, next time, I'll grind you into it."

"Yes, sir!" The slave nodded hurriedly.

Glancing at the slave, the warrior turned his head to examine the other slaves and mud.

When the Abydos warriors left, the slave looked at him with hatred and quickly hid himself.

This mud is needed to bond the stones to the walls.

Only with good adhesion can the city wall be strong.

The three tribesmen of the tribes of Abydos, Sphinx, and Negarda took this very seriously.

After a dark time, the priests Tia and Maya decided to change the name of the tribe to the name of the oracle.

"You guy, re-engrave!" The tribal warrior who supervised the carving of the stone carvings shouted.

"What's wrong?" It was also the clan warrior who was wronged, and he was a little aggrieved.

The tribal warrior who pointed out the mistake slapped the claw part of the stone carving hard, and said with wide eyes, "Is the claw of the divine envoy so small?" "

"The claws of the gods are almost bigger than a man!"

"Is it that big?" muttered the carving warrior.

Syllable!

He was hit on the head again.

"Don't talk nonsense, do it well." Teach the tribal warriors of their companions.

Not far away, Shaarawi sat on a rock, teaching the children of the tribe.

"The God of the Desert has forgiven us for our betrayal." (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!) ）

"It also gave us the seed of God, as well as great strength and loyal allies."

"Everything of the Abydos tribe was given by the Desert God."

"Children, the belief of loyalty to the god of the desert will be engraved in your hearts and souls."

Thirty or so four- and five-year-olds nodded, as if they understood.

"Lord Shaarawy, we will be loyal to the God of the Desert!" A little boy shouted in a milky voice.

"I will also be loyal to the God of the Desert!" Another little boy shouted along.

Not to be outdone, the other children shouted one by one.

Shaarawy did not stop them, and the child would stop when he was tired.

Under a tree not far from Shalawy, the Sphinx lay on his stomach, enjoying the shade under the tree.

Listening to those little people shouting to be loyal to their masters, the Sphinx was naturally happy.

Masters waste precious time on these humans.

And let it guard this group of humans, in order to make them believe.

The Sphinx is not stupid, it guesses that the owner wants humans to believe in it, all for the sake of white sand born out of thin air.

However, the owner has not come to fetch the white sand himself lately.

It's all the owner's yellow sand bird, and the white sand ...

Is it that the owner doesn't value the white sand anymore...

The Sphinx flicked his tail and sighed, "If only the master didn't need this white sand." "

If the owner didn't need it, it wouldn't need to guard the humans.

Having previously helped several tribes annex and kill other tribes, the Sphinx was not bored.

Now there is no killing, it is very peaceful, it feels boring.

The monster's instinct makes it like to kill, and its intelligence allows it to always resist the urge to kill.

Restraint is painful, and indulgence is joyful.

Moreover, even if it is allowed to restrain itself, it would rather stay by its master's side and refrain from it.

Otherwise, it might as well go back to the monster race.

There are other sphinxes out there.

With its ability, it can find a dozen sphinxes as wives, and then give birth to a bunch of small sphinxes.

When the time comes, it can learn from Shaarawi to teach them to be loyal to their masters.

A bunch of small sphinxes surrounded it, shouting loyalty to its master.

The Sphinx was thrilled just thinking about that scene!

Its tail whipped the trunks of the trees around it.

The branches rattled and a bunch of leaves fell, but the Sphinx didn't know it.

In the distance, the warrior of the Sphinx tribe secretly said to his companions, "Look, Lord Sphinx is secretly laughing again. "

"The Divine Messenger has been like this lately." The companion whispered.

Another tribal warrior said, "Don't you think it's a little scary for the god to make the Lord laugh at 1.6?" "

The other two looked at the Sphinx, wearing the crown, and the sphinx, who was smiling secretly, swallowed.

To tell the truth, the human face of the Sphinx is handsome, but the human face on the head of a lion is handsome, and humans will only find it more weird.

"It's scary, indeed." The two tribal warriors said in unison.

"Don't speak ill of Lord Sphinx behind your back, go to work." An old tribal warrior said.

The discussion stopped, and the Sphinx in the distance did not know about it.

It was a little unhappy now, because it suddenly occurred to it that other Sphinxes had no intelligence except for it.

Can't communicate, can't learn, can't have intelligence, everything depends on instinct, that's a monster.

The sphinx sighed and muttered, "If only they had wisdom..."

"Ask your master to give them wisdom too."