My players are so fierce

Chapter 1120 1118. Khufu: I will praise the sun from now on!

Faced with the two suggestions put forward by Mr. Bayek who "raised his coffin", Murphy said that this is really to my liking!

Look!

What does it mean to become mature with age?

Others came to Murphy for help when something happened, and Murphy had to use his "amazing wisdom" to help wipe the mess. As a result, old Bayek not only proposed a solution, but even gave Murphy an action plan. Carefully prepared.

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

After all, the chief priest who can assassinate people at the headquarters of the Church of the Dead Moon without anyone noticing is the only one left in the entire continent, apart from Sarifu Shadow Blade who holds the Black Fang, there are probably only assassins of Shani's level left. Only a master can barely do it.

But even Bayek himself didn't care about the assassination, and Murphy naturally wouldn't dwell on these details, as if dying once was just a gentle and gentle scene for the chief priest.

By the way, for those who play with the power of death, how many times in your life will you die, are you really embarrassed to say hello to your colleagues?

Murphy asked directly:

"So, you have already made some guesses about who is the mastermind in Hades, 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 undermine the order of the empire. And there is only one person who has such a close relationship with Hades. My brother, he thought he saw the truth clearly and made a desperate move. , and ended up almost dragging the empire into the abyss, the Mamluk King of Wraiths.

We suppressed him in the abyss of resentment where he was defeated and died, and used the power left by the Creator to destroy his ambition. Based on my understanding of Mamluk, he has since hated and resisted the majesty of the Creator and turned to the fallen The Holy Lord of Original Sin is also a high probability.

The power used to seal the Abyss of Resentful Spirits comes from the destiny of death in the underworld. With Mamluk's talent in the field of death spiritual energy, it is not impossible for him to find opportunities to spread that dangerous belief among the pharaohs of the underworld. thing.

The mistake we made was getting too hung up on the sealing effect.

Of course, the sudden withdrawal of power by the Creator also made the explosion and fission of this matter so fast that people were caught off guard.

In short, the trap proposed by the old man is here. When the death ceremony of Tutmons II is held, according to the tradition of the Songhai people, the inheritance of the twelfth Pharaoh will be determined at that time. Those The Pharaohs of Hades who are dissatisfied with the existing order will inevitably use this as a reason to forcibly interfere with the inheritance of power in the world of the living, and may even cause confrontation and division in Hades.

I guess that if we want to forcefully maintain the succession of the Ptolemaic family throne, then the Mamluks will inevitably show up to question our abandonment of tradition, and then obtain a perfect cause of war. In this way, the rebels in the world of the living and the rebels in the world of the dead will The rebels will truly unite.

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

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

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

"Wait, there's a problem!"

Murphy reached out and interrupted Bayek's description. He said:

"The rulers of the Hades plane are the eleven Pharaohs, that is, the ancient kings. Their opinions can represent the attitude of the Hades. Do you think it is possible that the extreme ideas represented by the Mamluks have penetrated into the world? The level of the kings of Hades?”

"impossible!"

Bayek categorically denied:

“Whether the Songhai people are the Creator’s favorite children is indeed open to question, but the connection between the Hades plane 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 its giving. In other words, the ancient kings are actually the mouthpieces of the consciousness of Hades, unless the Mamluks and the Twilight Force behind him The supernatural power is so vast that it can persuade the will of Hades to switch sides, otherwise this matter would not rise to the level of the ancient king.

However, at this point, the old man suddenly remembered a secret passed down from generation to generation by the chief priests of the Death Moon.

It is said that when the Creator asked Hades to exist as a vassal plane of the material world, he made a promise to the consciousness of Hades. The Creator promised that Hades would eventually become the 'shadow of the present world' and the 'belonging of all living things.' He promised that Hades and matter The world will eventually become two sides of the cycle of life and death.

Just as the Songhai people worship the sun and the moon, they represent the two worlds of the living and the dead that will eventually reach balance and equality.

However, thousands of years have passed, and the rules of Hades still only exist in the territory of the Songhai Empire. According to legend, there is also an entrance to Hades in the Callum Empire, but this is obviously still far from the stage of becoming a 'shadow of the living world'.

Therefore, if the consciousness of Hades is also eager to take this opportunity to ask the Creator for the fulfillment of the promise, I am afraid that this matter will eventually fall on you. "

"If the Creator really made that outrageous promise, then wiping His ass is what I have to do."

Murphy sighed and said:

"In addition to the above, I have another question about the internal stability of the Dead Moon Church. What happened in the Capital of the Burning Sun has proven that even the Faith Walkers are dissatisfied with the current status quo of the Songhai Empire.

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

If the dissatisfaction within the Church of the Burning Sun was exploited by Berdinos and eventually turned into a shameful rebellion, then I think the situation within the Church of the Dead Moon will definitely not be much better. The reason why you did not rebel is not because no one thought about it. It’s just because there are the kings of Hades pressing down on it.

But hidden dangers are always hidden dangers. I think it is better to take advantage of 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 Death Moon Church."

"What?"

Priest Bayek, who had maintained a scheming attitude since meeting Murphy, was dumbfounded.

He manipulated Nefertari's body to make a suspicious gesture of rubbing her eyes, and then rubbed her ears, thinking that she had heard wrong because of her age. After a few seconds, he looked at Murphy and said:

"What?"

"I said, we create a god of death according to the rituals and teachings of the Death Moon Church."

Murphy loudly said in Bayek's ear:

"Praise Hades, the demigod of the sea scarab as a symbol of death, to the altar, so that this guy will not cause some bad things like his brother in the future."

"This kind of thing"

The old man thought about it and still felt shocked. He whispered:

"I heard you talk about this kind of thing as casually as buying groceries on the street. So, can you even arrange this kind of thing?"

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

Murphy sighed and said:

“But right now, I do have something in my hand that can allow Hades to easily step onto the altar.

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

Now that the Creator will not be able to come back for a while, the Songhai Empire should indeed have a god of its own to sit in the realm of faith to prevent worse things from happening. "

"Can you really arrange it?"

Mr. Bayek gave a thumbs up in shock and said with conviction:

"As expected of the Creator's chosen one, the people of Songhai are truly blessed to have received 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 lid of the coffin, just took a step back and heard Mosna say to him:

"Sir, didn't you say that in order to confer a new god, you need to obtain the authorization code from the Sentinel Legion's great think tank? You have no friendship with that place 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 binds the artificial godhead in the star realm, if the Sentinel Legion sends people to check the situation, give them the resume to look at. I think it is regaining the engine of creation and pushing the authority of the Creator to a new highlight. In time, the Sentinel Legion will give me face as an agent of the Creator. "

Murphy rubbed his chin and said:

"I'll leave my phone number on my resume. Thinking on the bright side, maybe we can actually get in touch with the Sentinel Corps through this?"

——

In the green palace, the haggard Khufu sat alone outside the palace where his sister was resting. There was an hourglass in his hand, which was the countdown to the Millennium Quicksand's departure for the Ptolemaic City to carry out the recapture operation.

There was less than an hour left.

But Khufu will be very entangled, just like the entanglement, helplessness, pain and confusion that have been accumulating in his heart for the past few days.

Previously, Khufu had been running around with Governor Murphy, leaving Khufu with less time to think, but now in the dead of night, those heavy myths suddenly came to his mind, giving him mixed feelings.

Khufu considered himself not a weak person, but his tears still poured out involuntarily in the cold night, flowing down his cheeks.

That's fine too.

At least no one will see it.

"Just wipe it. The crown prince of a country will be laughed at if he shows such a cowardly attitude."

As Lord Murphy's voice sounded, a delicately scented embroidered handkerchief was handed to His Highness Khufu, who stood up in a hurry and wiped his eyes randomly.

Murphy patted Khufu on the shoulder and looked back at the queen in the palace sitting by Fulier's bed wiping her daughter's face. He said to Khufu:

"I'm here to answer Fulier's previous question, but she needs to rest, so I tell you the same. Before she fell into coma, Fulier asked me if there were any other ways to save your father, and the answer was.

there is none left.

I can cleanse the Pharaoh from the corruption of Chaos.

Actually, I could have done that the night he was assassinated, but the toxin Dusk used on your father was specially made, and we met a Gnoll Chieftain on the Genoa Peninsula who drank the same toxin, this thing Will open a door within your father directly to the Shadow of Chaos.

Therefore, when I purify your father, his body that has been selected as the 'Chosen of Chaos God' will also disappear under the wash of purifying 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 you have about the Creator at this time may also be the result that Dusk hopes to see.

Painful disappointment will turn into hostility, eventually planting a seed of doubt in your heart. When this seed is watered by malice and loss, when it germinates in the future, you or Fulier will become one of those who sing the praises of the "Original Sin Saint". Lord's one of the madmen.

I have only known your father for a short time.

But I am certain that his belief in the Creator is very devout, and he longs to be recognized by the Creator.

Don't be used by evil."

"I will protect my sister! I will not allow any evil to get close to her!"

Prince Khufu, who was haggard but had grown up overnight, held the hilt of the sword at his waist and said in a deep voice:

"Actually, I also have something to discuss with you, Mr. 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 all this on those villains. On the body.

I have become their accomplice, and there is nothing to wash away. "

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

"Therefore, I believe that I am no longer qualified to inherit the power left by my father, and I don't intend to do that. Berdinos, who was supposed to protect his sister and the country, abandoned his responsibilities and personally killed Songhai. The sun of the empire fell.

That's a responsibility no one wants to take on anymore.

Especially after seeing the choice of High Priest Puffy with my own eyes, I thought that maybe I could walk on the Lost Path of the Burning Sun as my own exile.

This sea of ​​sand needs a majestic and fair sun!

Come to illuminate the earth under the people's feet and the future before them. I will do what Bodinos is not willing to do.

As for the throne"

"And your sister. If my son wants to be the everlasting sun that shines on the sea of ​​sand, then your sister can also become the bright moon that comforts the common people."

In a trembling voice, Her Royal Highness the Queen, who has always been delicate and apolitical, appeared at the door of the palace at some point. She heard what her son said, and her tear-filled eyes were filled with pain and pride.

Painful that his son had chosen a thorny road of exile, but proud that after his husband was killed, the last man of the Ptolemaic family finally shouldered his due responsibilities, although not as a pharaoh. The way Wang wants to see it.

The queen did not persuade Khufu to give up his deviant ideas.

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

"Lord Chosen of God, regarding my husband, just follow the advice of Archduke Hathor. I know what my husband is like. He will not be willing to become an accomplice of those villains who try to bring trouble to the empire, and go to the underworld to join his ancestors. It is indeed the fate of the Pharaohs to be in their ranks.

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

He will watch over the mortal empire in the underworld and look forward to seeing his family again.

However, I have one last request! "

The queen looked back at her unconscious daughter. She wiped away her tears and bowed deeply to Murphy, saying seriously:

"You are the chosen god of creation, and you are the master of the Songhai people's destiny. No one else's authority can be equal to yours in terms of belief. You represent the ancient legal system that the Songhai people have adhered to since thousands of years ago! Everything that happened these days All prove that you are the savior worth relying on in this sea of ​​​​sand that is about to enter chaos.

Therefore I ask you

No!

I ask that you ensure the smooth transition of the lineage of Pharaoh's authority to my daughter, and that you witness and acknowledge this as the Chosen One of the Creator.

My husband worked hard for the prosperity of the empire during his lifetime, and I hope that when he enters the underworld, he will be able to resolve his greatest worries. "

Murphy nodded.

He said in a deep voice:

"In the name of the God of Creation! I guarantee that your children will inherit their father's legacy! I also guarantee that the glory of the Creator will not dim in this sea of ​​sand, but it is time for you to set off now. Khufu will follow me. The warriors went to rescue the Ptolemaic City, and Princess Fulier had to shoulder the first test on her way to royal power.

Now that the Titan Soldiers of the Sun are preparing to attack the Holy Land of Origin, we need the Titan Soldiers of the Dead Moon Church to also stand on the sea of ​​sand, and under the guidance of the Ptolemaic family, crush all the ambitions of the arrogant evil creatures.

Grand Duke Hathor, and Grand Duke Shani. "

Murphy turned back and looked at the Archduke of Secret Blood and the Archduke of Thorns who were strolling out of the cold night behind him. He said:

"Please protect the Queen and Princess Fulier along the way to complete this important matter related to the inheritance of the Songhai Empire and ensure that the Death Moon Giant Divine Soldier can be activated smoothly. I have already sent a message to the Blood Fear Grand Duke Pablo.

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

"Well, I make a promise to 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 blood clan princes were turned around in the land of the Songhai people by a blood clan earl like you. This is an unprecedented thing that has never been done before. Written by the Secret Blood Clan, On the scarlet book engraved at midnight, you will definitely have a strong mark."

"I don't want to either. If you can spend this eternal night easily, who would be willing to take part in this continuous tragedy?"

Murphy shook his head.

When Hathor and Shani left, he reached out and handed a thin book to them and said:

"From now on, as the Grand Dukes, you two will be familiar with this "Midnight Scripture". I think if you are as smart as you, I probably don't need to explain this more."

Hathor and Shani opened the book in confusion. After reading the first paragraph, their eyes widened. The two ladies with their own charms looked at each other and looked at each other's eyes. Shocked, he then looked at Murphy, who patted the handle of the Night Guard knife on his waist that was rarely unsheathed, and the two archdukes fell silent.

Let’s not talk about how Shani thinks.

How could someone as smart as Hathor fail to see the meaning contained in this scripture.

These lunatics!

When the Mystic Blood clan fled to the east, they actually reached a private agreement to create a midnight god in a real sense, no! They want to use this scripture to restrain the divine sin that was born and extend it to a new interpretation in the direction of divinity.

How can Lord Paying tolerate Murphy doing this kind of thing in private?

Doesn't this trigger the taboo of the vampire clan?

Or is Lord Paying actually one of these lunatics?

With this thought in mind, Archduke Hathor turned to the next page. As a result, in the final signature of the canon, she not only saw the stamp of Lord Paying, but also the stamp of Wolfsbane from the notoriously difficult old Edward. Right now, the only seven vampire clans left are the Secret Blood Clan, the Thorn Clan and the sealed Mad Blood Clan.

this.

I really underestimated this God of Creation.

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 with certain things, but now that the status of the "Midnight King" has increased, he must be asked to help him. It becomes more difficult to show one's superiority in certain life-and-death matters.

Blanch!

This is a rhythm that really drives people to death.

A few minutes later, Tris was also called to the Green Palace. Murphy was waiting for her at the door. When Tris came over, Murphy put something into her hand and spoke briefly. I told Priest Bayek about his plan.

He warned:

"If the will of Hades inquires about the Creator's promise through the mouth of the ancient king, I will give this thing as my sincerity to stabilize the power of Hades, and then activate the giant soldiers. The rest will wait until the Holy City of Origin is captured. Let’s talk slowly.”

Tris looked down at the artificial godhead in her hand, she sighed and said:

"I thought you and I wouldn't need this thing in a short time, but I didn't expect that it would have to be given away before it was covered for a long time. Are the Songhai people really worthy of you using this kind of thing as a price to exchange their future? "

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

Murphy rolled his eyes and said:

"My boss is a heartless bastard. It doesn't mean that my agent has no conscience. Just think of this as the precious thousand-year loyalty reward granted by the Creator to the Songhai people. Anyway, we won't be able to use it."