Yun Yang took over the conversation, his tone somewhat thoughtful.

"The Hebrews had God's protection, and once they were gone, the Egyptians would likely experience a population decline."

"If the Hebrews had stayed and helped farm, the food supply for the winter would have been several times greater, and more people would have survived."

"He knew that the reason why the Pharaoh asked them to help was far-fetched, but he was trying to find a way to keep innocent Egyptian people alive," Yun Yang explained.

Feng Feng's brows were furrowed, his eyes full of anxiety and worry.

He murmured softly, "The Hebrews will have to stay in Egypt for another week..."

"It feels like the night is long and full of dreams..."

There was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice, as if every second of waiting was a test of his will.

As long as the Hebrews did not leave Egypt, the three remaining plagues would be like a sword hanging over their heads, and they would have no peace of mind at all.

The three disasters that have not yet arrived are like three silent judges, hanging quietly in the sky above their heads.

Ready to inflict even more severe punishment at any time.

The air was filled with an extremely depressing atmosphere, which made every Hebrew feel heavy in their hearts and difficult to let go.

The illusion around them seemed to sway gently with their discussion, and no one paid any attention to them at the city gate.

These special features remind them every moment that this is not reality.

Mai Xuan looked into the distance, his eyes showing both determination and uncertainty:

“Indeed, no one can predict the road ahead.”

The illusion has changed, and Mai Xuan may not be able to predict what will happen next.

"After all, we have helped Egypt overcome several disasters. They will surely be able to get better and better."

"It's impossible that after we help them, their situation will only get worse, right?"

His words were full of encouragement and confidence, trying to dispel the haze in his companions' hearts.

However, things in the world are unpredictable and often go beyond everyone's expectations.

It's not getting worse.

But just when everyone thought everything was getting back on track.

The eighth plague came silently like an uninvited guest.

…

A new day.

When the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds and shone upon the royal city of Egypt.

Pharaoh was standing on a high place, directing the work of the Hebrews in an orderly manner.

After experiencing several previous disasters, the entire royal city miraculously showed a vigorous vitality of rebirth.

However, this tranquility did not last long.

In the western sky, near the Nile River, an ominous gray color quietly spread.

At first, people just raised their hands curiously to block the glaring sunlight, trying to see the true face of the gray cloud.

But they soon realized that this was no ordinary dark cloud.

Because the speed at which it moved was beyond imagination, it was approaching rapidly with a low and heart-pounding buzzing sound.

"What the hell is that? Is it going to rain?" People in the crowd began to whisper.

But soon, this speculation was replaced by horror.

An old man's face suddenly changed, and his voice trembled with fear:

"Hurry! Go protect the crops! Those are locusts! This is an unprecedented insect plague!"

As soon as the words fell.

The "dark cloud" then revealed its hideous true appearance—it was not a dark cloud, but a terrifying army composed of densely packed, black locusts!

They circled and gathered in the air, forming a shadow of death.

They are like black waves, swallowing up all the green along the way.

Wherever they passed, only devastation was left, which was shocking.

People panicked, pushed each other, and stumbled towards the farmland.

Trying to save the crops from becoming food for the locusts.

However, all efforts seemed so futile.

An east wind suddenly arose, carrying the locust swarms with irresistible force to every corner of Egypt.

Wherever it passed, all the green disappeared, leaving only bare land and cries of despair.

Pharaoh stood on the high platform of the royal city and witnessed this scene with his own eyes.

His eyes were full of disbelief and anger.

"What on earth is going on?"

He muttered to himself, his heart in turmoil.

It is clear that some consensus has been reached in the negotiations with Moses.

Why does the shadow of disaster still hang over this land with no sign of retreating?

Did Moses deceive him?

A mixture of anger and confusion.

The Pharaoh turned around and strode towards the temple.

He is going to find the high priest to find the answer behind all this and the possible way to salvation!

…

Inside the temple.

In the dim light, the high priest looked particularly lonely.

He sat dejectedly on the ground like an abandoned stone statue.

Broken pieces of divination instruments were scattered around, each fragment reflecting an ominous omen.

"High Priest!" Pharaoh's voice was filled with undisguised anxiety.

He walked quickly forward, his eyes fixed on the old man who was always calm and composed.

"What kind of calamity is this? Why did even your divination tools suffer the same fate?"

The high priest slowly raised his head, his eyes full of helplessness and confusion.

His hands were shaking and his voice was hoarse:

"My king, I am also puzzled. But what I see with my mind's eye is that this disaster is the wrath of the gods!"

"That anger was like a violent storm, destroying the bridge to my dialogue with the future."

"This god seems to be dissatisfied with us. With his boundless power, he is warning our world."

Upon hearing this, the Pharaoh's body swayed, as if he was hit by an invisible hammer.

He muttered to himself: "How is it possible... How is it possible..."

He had clearly discussed this with Moses!

The high priest seemed to be upset by something and was unable to communicate, so the Pharaoh could not get an answer in a short time.

But the reality did not allow him to indulge in shock. The shadow of the locust plague had covered the entire land of Egypt like a dark cloud.

He simply forced himself to remain calm, left the temple, and ordered the soldiers to mobilize urgently.

We vow to defend the only remaining granary, which is the lifeline of the Egyptian people!

I was waiting anxiously in the palace.

…

In the palace, time seemed to stand still, and every second was filled with endless torment.

Pharaoh paced back and forth in the empty hall, fear and hope intertwined in his heart, waiting for the news that would decide his fate.

finally.

As the last rays of sunset shone into the palace, ministers came hurriedly to count the losses.

The paper scroll held tightly in his hand felt like a heavy burden, weighing down his heart.

Pharaoh took it with trembling hands, and saw the shocking losses listed on it.

——The locust plague was like a greedy beast, eating up almost all of Egypt’s food except for the food sealed in the granaries!