To Four Thousand Years Later

Its power is like the sea, its color is better than blood

The palace of Tire is burning. The monstrous flames turned the entire sky red, and the clouds rolled up above the sky.

The flames bit the wall like a living thing, and the wall curled and cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the decorations on it exploded and twisted, turning into ashes.

—By the time people realized something was wrong, it was too late.

Last night's party was a bit too much...nowadays, most people are drunk.

It can be said that there are very few people who can still be mobilized at this time. But relying on dozens of them alone, it is impossible to rush into the burning palace.

They brought water from a river not far away. Buckets of water were poured on the palace, but nothing changed at all.

Tire is rich in high-quality wood. This wood is their pride - and therefore, the main component of the palace of Tyre is also made of wood. Therefore, there are people patrolling everywhere in the palace at night, and there is a river not far away, and no one has ever worried about what to do if there is a fire.

But it's also because of this reason... when the palace was already on fire when they discovered it, they didn't even know how to solve it. The flames on the wall rolled violently, as if being irritated.

People worked hard and used wooden stakes to break open the closed gate. Only to find that no one escaped from it at all-as if they died inside.

"What, what should I do?"

"It doesn't look like a fire...the fire is too fast!"

Looking at the silent burning palace in fear, he was at a loss.

—Did someone set fire to it? That's not right either. Who can set off such a big fire in the face of forty or fifty soldiers who are watching the night in the palace?

"It's... the curse of God Baal!"

Someone shouted in fear in the crowd: "It must be that God Baal was dissatisfied with the sacrifice last night—"

When encountering things they cannot understand, they can only push the root of the problem to the gods.

So those who were still awake and able to work hurried to the statue of Baal in the center of the square.

But just as they ran over, they found out in despair that the same was true here.

Both the Taurus and the wooden frame under the Taurus began to burn. The surface of the Taurus was cracked, and the inside was filled with something black like an abyss. Flames burst out of the crack, making crackling noises and a pungent stench.

The people hurriedly called to the priests and offered sacrifices to Baal. But at this time Baal no longer accepts sacrifices, no matter what sacrifices are offered, it will not work.

Hearing the noise outside, the people who were still sleeping were awakened and walked out of the house one by one.

As soon as they left the house, they saw thick red clouds in the direction of the palace.

The city fell into chaos. Some said it was the curse of the **** Baal, some said it was the king of Tire who overturned the wine barrel and ignited the flames, some said it was the **** Baal who was dissatisfied with yesterday's sacrifice, and some said it was the **** Amon The revenge of ... In short, there are all kinds of things. The priest who performed the sacrifice yesterday was beaten to death, and the parents of the virgin boy and girl were pulled out to sacrifice to Baal, but nothing changed.

It continued until early morning, but the fire in the royal palace did not diminish at all. It was the golden bull, which had completely collapsed and turned into golden fragments and black ashes.

Although I still don't know what to do now... But people probably know it.

— Their king is probably dead.

The fire was so big, but they didn't come out, no matter how they looked, they were all dead. And not only the king of Tire died, but his children were also burned to death.

When the civilians fell into panic because they didn't know what to do, some nobles in Tire were the first to react, sending people to preach on the street, establishing their own prestige, and attacking and slandering other factions, even fighting violently.

At first, this kind of operation can be regarded as covert.

However, when people really found the body of the king of Tire, this situation immediately began to expand.

It was the second night of the great fire. The fire has basically dissipated. Although the wall is still hot, there are only sporadic fire debris still burning secretly.

Some daring people touched in, only to find the cracked wine barrels all over the floor. The palace was burned as if it was about to collapse.

Led by the gray-haired architect, they carefully broke open some doors. But they couldn't find the soldiers who were supposed to keep watch at night, only saw hundreds of wine barrels all over the ground and dumped all over the place—the wine inside was missing.

But when they found these soldiers, they were so scared that they almost peed out

All the people gathered in the outer court of the palace. It was the place where the king of Tire discussed political affairs with his ministers and cronies.

The charred king of Tire was sitting safely on his throne.

When his head was not on his neck, but on his thigh. His children and all the soldiers knelt on the ground facing the king of Tire, their heads neatly placed on the ground, and their hands pressing their own heads.

All of this was burned to ashes, and the burn was unusually uniform, as if everyone had been poured with wine. Except for their general size, these soldiers couldn't even tell who they were.

That scene was really too weird.

They didn't even dare to touch those people, they just roughly counted the number of people, and after confirming that everyone was here, they hurriedly retreated.

After confirming that the king of Tire was dead, the city fell into chaos immediately, and the degree of chaos increased day by day.

Some people packed up their things and tried to escape from the city, and some people entered the house with weapons and robbed other people's belongings. Under the deliberate instigation of some people with ulterior motives, different factions such as the maritime group, the priesthood, those who supported the eldest son of the king, and the relatives and brothers and sisters of the king of Tire gradually began to attack each other.

Those who are pro-Israel and those who are hostile to Israel; those who support the march to the west and those who do not—the army is also divided by people with various views. Only the main force that had just returned from the expedition could barely maintain neutrality.

This is by no means a cold day. Tire was originally in a delicate balance. Compared with the size of the country, Tire, which is too rich in real estate and has an island city as a retreat, makes its people even more proud.

The king of Tire tried to cross the Mediterranean Sea to attack the cities in the west, on the one hand to expand the territory, and on the other hand to distract the attention of various factions in the country.

The spiral of struggle that started on the second night of the fire has grown by the day. Everyone must stand in line and choose which side they support. People turned against each other—population and wealth became strength when kingship first fell.

Anyway, the leaders of these forces are more or less blood related to the King of Tire, and it is not unreasonable to insist on being king—if there is the support of the people.

In the end, it was the priesthood of Tire that prevailed. They used the fire to intimidate the people on the grounds that the rules of the priests of the king of Tire were wrong, explaining that in this case the eldest son of the king had no right of inheritance, and they should perform a great sacrifice to appease the **** Baal.

And the people who learned of the strange deaths of the people in the palace gradually approached the priests in fear. But without a king to judge them, the city became more and more chaotic and sinful.

Until the sixth day when the golden bull was transported into the city and the fire started from the palace, a news that some people had been waiting for a long time and others did not want to hear finally began to spread among the people, and spread like a spark among the people. Rapidly spread in the city.

—King Solomon, arriving in Tire tomorrow.

He took Gaza, the eldest son of the king of Tire, with him.