Mythology: Spiritual Ruler

Crackle... crackle...

The fire burned, illuminating the surrounding buildings.

It was late at night, and there were few signs of human activity in the city.

Although some time had passed, the impact of the previous natural disaster had not yet passed. Especially after counting the number of people, everyone was shocked by the huge casualties.

Tat-tat--

"Dark clouds are pressing down on the city."

Walking up a tower on the city wall, Aaron looked into the distance.

The Egyptian army camp retreated a lot, because thousands of people had been killed before, and now they have learned to be more vigilant.

Pharaoh also sent someone to reprimand him for this. If they followed Aaron's idea, they should have killed the messenger directly, and then took the opportunity to break Memphis, looted it and left.

However, it is obvious that all his ideas are based on the power of Moses. If the other party disagrees, then Aaron will have no way.

As expected, Moses once again rejected Aaron's request, and his reason was still so naive.

"According to God's promise, all those who brought disaster have been punished. Without the continuous heavy rain, I can help everyone complete the construction of this city in a very short time."

"Robbing others is not what I want, nor is it what people who do good should do. Since the perpetrators of violence have paid the price, if we continue to retaliate against other Egyptians, what is the difference between our evil deeds and theirs?"

"I don't want my people to become slaves, but I don't want them to enslave others, so I don't agree with your idea. And Aaron--"

With a little incomprehension in his eyes, Moses looked at his brother.

"Why did you order the sacrifice of those people who have not yet understood the greatness of God? What you did to them, what you did to people with the same blood as you, how is it different from those Egyptians we cursed?"

"..."

"Damn... What a meaningless bottom line."

Hammering the bricks on the wall, Aaron was still a little helpless when he thought of the previous conversation.

With the help of Moses, countless stones turned into a solid wall in just three days.

The strict task set by Pharaoh seemed to be completed in a short time, but the quarrel between Aaron and Moses due to different ideas has always been in his heart.

"What is the difference? Of course there is!"

"If those people hadn't died, how could you stop the subsequent natural disasters... If so many people must die, why not let those who only cause trouble die first!"

"I made this decision for the overall benefit of all Hebrews, not for myself. With you by my side, I will not die anyway. If it is just to save my life, why should I do these things?"

"Besides, can't you see that everyone else supports my behavior, even if it is not accepted by outsiders? You are the great prophet of the Hebrews, not the prophet of all mankind!"

Take a deep breath and vent your emotions in a deserted place.

Under the deep night sky, Aaron quickly recovered.

Although there is no idealism in this era, he can understand it to some extent. But Aaron doesn't think this is a good thing. Unless you can make your wish come true, ideals cannot be separated from reality.

Click...

In the distant horizon, there were tiny lights in the direction of Memphis. Aaron knew that if he was close, he would probably see the bright lights there.

Ever since the long-lasting heavy rain finally stopped, an indiscriminate plague descended on the world.

"I remember that they hated dirt and feared frogs and beetles, and regarded them as sacred."

"I don't know what those Egyptians were thinking in the face of such a situation?"

A similar situation occurred in the Hebrew camp, but they had the last spring and Moses's scepter.

In contrast, although Aaron had no chance to understand the current situation in Memphis, he could guess a little.

"【The hand of God fell on the livestock of Egypt, that is, on horses, donkeys, camels, cattle, and sheep, and a severe plague broke out, almost all of them died. But the livestock of the Hebrews were separated, and none of them died. This shows that the life and death of livestock are in the hands of God. Isn't the survival of our lives also in the hands of God? But Pharaoh was not aware of it. This is the stupidity and ignorance of foreign nations!】"

Written on the papyrus one by one, under the light of the fire, you can see other contents on the top of the paper.

Others don't understand what he is doing, or what the meaning is, but Aaron is very clear that he is recording history.

Although there are omissions and contradictions between the real history and his record, it does not affect him to record it like this.

Click...

After writing this stroke, he looked up at the sky again.

Hail fell from time to time, but it was not so severe now. However, the traces of locusts can still be seen, so he picked up the pen again.

【The Pharaoh of Egypt still did not allow God's people to leave, so God ordered Moses to stretch out his rod toward Egypt. 】

【God caused an east wind to blow on the earth, which brought locusts all over the country. They were so severe that the land was dark because the locusts filled the land. They ate up all the vegetables and the remaining fruits on the trees, so that the unbelievers would know their rebellion.】

This is only a preliminary record, and modifications and order adjustments need to be made in the future... Putting the papyrus away, Aaron secretly decided that if one day they could leave Egypt and return to the place where the Hebrews were born, then he must These contents were compiled into a book.

He wanted to record the various hardships and the power of God they experienced on the way out of Egypt, and warn future generations that this was a journey under the protection of the gods believed by the Hebrews and their ancestors. Anyone who was their enemy would be punished and destroyed by God. them.

As for the people who died in the process... let's just mention it briefly.

God's preference can unite future generations. If God treats everyone equally, how can they produce a national heritage?

Only in this way, after their generation dies, will future generations be able to——

Kaka...

"--Um?"

Pressing the sword with his right hand, Aaron's eyes instantly became sharp.

Although he had just been immersed in making arrangements for the future, this did not mean that he had really relaxed.

Before, Aaron thought that the slight friction was caused by some animal scurrying in, but now it seemed that was definitely not the case.

Because at the end of his sight, the land trembled slightly. At a certain moment, as if it could no longer be restrained, a white bone hand poked out from it.

It seems to express its longing for the earth, just like a drowning person, constantly grabbing upwards but only air can be grasped.

Qiang——

Pulling the sword out of its sheath, the bone hand broke with a crisp sound.

Aaron's expression changed a little because he remembered the origin of these bones.

"Those cavalrymen who were killed by me, we collected the bones of our own people, but buried them here..."

"What is this? Do you want revenge after death? But I can kill you while you are alive. Am I afraid of your revenge after death?!"

laugh--!

Taking a step forward, Aaron inserted his dagger into the soil and stirred it. The Egyptian world also had legends about the souls who died after death, and they were not that surprised by this.

In the endless desert, there have long been legends of wandering bones. Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, there is nothing incomprehensible...

"ah--!"

A shrill wail sounded from the distance, and Aaron turned around suddenly.

The direction from which the sound came was exactly the center of the city.

Aaron was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered where it was - beside the spring of life, the corpses of the unbelievers were buried on the spot.

"...No way..."

He didn't care about these simple bones, one or two, hundreds or even thousands. But if they are born in the center of the city, or even the resurrection of the dead, can the living really kill them cruelly?

Some people will, and some won't. But as expected, even with Moses' scepter, another man-made disaster is just around the corner.

"Oh……"

As if awakened by the first scream, the city began to boil in the middle of the night.

Skeletons crawled out of the ground, with flesh and blood even remaining.

"It's another disaster. I don't know if the Egyptians have the same thing."

Scanning the outside of the city, the Egyptian camp that was destroyed in the black tide seemed to have white lights wandering around, but they seemed to be able to identify the direction and were heading straight towards the city.

Looking at the situation, Aaron had no hope.

If so, make a note that the evil Egyptian god desecrated the dignity of the dead, if not...

Naturally, it was skipped.

Turning around and running towards the city, Aaron wanted to go back and stabilize the situation.

Although he and Moses had ideological differences, the other party still believed in him in this regard.

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Boom——

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Snap——

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Memphis, in the Pharaoh's palace.

Ramesses II wandered around the palace with an expressionless face, his deep breath enveloped the palace, and everyone could see his mood at the moment.

Bang--

Slapping his palm on the table again, the Pharaoh's old but still sharp eyes swept across the ministers and guards in the palace.

No one dared to say a word, they all understood the reason for Ramses II's anger.

Several years after the god left, his dynasty remains stable. But since the oracle came down and he decided to target the sinners cursed by God, one disaster after another has followed.

It was better before. Although some people died and Egypt's agriculture was also affected, it was not enough to damage this huge dynasty.

However, as the heavy rain stopped, terrible natural disasters befell the Egyptians.

Abscesses, blisters, plague, locusts... Ice fell from the sky, and animals broke into their homes like crazy. There are even some rumors spread among the people, saying that this is the backlash of the sinners, and the persecution of them ultimately brought disaster.

Foreign gods defeated the Egyptians' guardians, and they must pay the price.

"absurd--"

Sitting back in his seat, Ramses II felt very depressed.

He was not afraid of his opponents, nor did he find the Hebrews difficult to deal with. But apart from the human realm, Egypt failed miserably in the divine realm.

The person who once came to meet him, the Hebrew prophet, had no scruples in showing his extraordinary power, and was even willing to help those Egyptians who were sick and desperate, as long as they were willing to pray devoutly to the evil god.

In contrast, the high priest of Egypt is even as far away as Heliopolis. He only organizes hymns every day and makes no other achievements!

"Ah...I forgot, there is me."

"As the ruler of Upper and Lower Egypt, I am the god of the world in the eyes of the people, but I can only sit here and watch my people die one by one."

After a sleepless night, the Pharaoh, who was over 100 years old, was a little tired.

He leaned back in his chair, with no intention of letting the waiting ministers leave.

They were completely useless, only complaining and carrying out tasks.

If it was before, Ramses II would think that these were the most useful subordinates, but now, he felt that they were an eyesore.

"God Ra... How can I complete the task you have given me, how can I lead the Egyptians through this difficult time."

Praying silently again, but the Pharaoh did not expect a response.

He had tried many times, even if the power of the sun was still protecting him, but he could not hear the voice of God at all.

It seemed that God had abandoned the Egyptians, and there was nothing else except the oracle of destroying the sinners...Falling into a deep sleep, with blurred consciousness, the Pharaoh felt like he was sinking.

Descending in the water, falling and rising in a dream.

At a certain moment, he seemed to have come to another place...

"..."

"... Ramses..."

"Ramses!"

"Who!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the old pharaoh was still heroic.

He quickly looked around, and then suddenly stood there.

He was no longer in his palace. This was a space that was difficult to describe in words.

The black and gold ocean collided under his feet, and the broken light pillars scattered in the air.

The golden red light enveloped him. Ramses felt that if it were not for this kind of protection, he might have disappeared the moment he saw the ocean.

However, although these were shocking, they were not enough to touch the pharaoh who had experienced a hundred years of vicissitudes.

What really made him happy was the existence in front of him.

At this moment, he was standing on a large sun sphere that seemed to be burning. In front of him, a god with a golden face was looking at him.

He had a human body, an eagle's head, and long golden hair behind his head. There was a golden red sun wheel on his head, and the streamer was circling in it.

"God Ra!"

Half-kneeling on the ground, the monarch of the world expressed his respect to the monarch of heaven.

"Disasters continue, your people are displaced, suffering from epidemics and injuries."

"Please put an end to all this, all-seeing Ra, as the king of the world you appointed, I offer you everything I have."

"... Everything?"

Ramesses seemed to be a little surprised to hear Ra's question. Because everything about people is meaningless to God, even if he can deal with Moses' ability, it is only because God has given him divine protection.

But since God asked this, Pharaoh would naturally not deny it.

He just repeated it again to express his piety to God.

"Very good, as the protector of Upper and Lower Egypt, as you wish."

"I will personally end these disasters."

Nodding slightly, Ra's eyes swept over Nephthys who revived the dead soul.

All the previous ones failed, and he didn't think the other party could succeed now.

For the struggle between the gods, others are just auxiliary after all, and in the end, only he can change the outcome.