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!

It swallowed up all the green in the fields, and even the air was filled with the smell of despair.

Moreover, these locusts have not left yet and are still wreaking havoc.

Not only did they devour food, they also began to erode people's homes, pushing this ancient land to the brink of collapse!

"We've tried everything from fire to poison, but these locusts seem to have endless vitality and their numbers are increasing instead of decreasing."

If you keep on gnawing, you might end up wasting all the food in the granary!

Even if the granary is not destroyed now, the locusts cannot enter the granary, and they themselves dare not open the door of the granary casually, which is almost the same as not having any food inside!

The minister's voice was low and heavy, and every word was like a hammer hitting Pharaoh's heart.

“These damn bugs!”

The Pharaoh roared, his voice echoing in the empty hall, as if even the air was filled with depression and anger.

His eyes were as sharp as torches as he scanned the devastated scene around him, which was the devastation left behind by the locust plague.

The ministers' bodies trembled even more violently under the Pharaoh's majesty, and their voices were almost squeezed out of their throats:

"My king, how should we...how should we deal with this sudden disaster?"

Their faces were filled with helplessness and fear, as if the whole world was about to collapse.

However, at this critical moment, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence in the room.

A soldier rushed in with an incredible look of joy on his face:

"King! Quick, go check! The wind is blowing outside, and... the wind is extremely strong, blowing towards the west. It seems... it seems to have blown away those damn locusts!"

Upon hearing this, Pharaoh frowned and was about to scold for this untimely interruption.

But the soldier's next words were like the sound of nature, making him stand up suddenly.

There was a glint of disbelief in his eyes:

"What did you say? The locusts...were blown away?"

Without thinking too much, Pharaoh rushed out of the hall at full speed.

Following closely behind him was a group of ministers and soldiers who were equally full of hope.

When they stood on the high platform of the palace, the scene before them made everyone hold their breath.

——I saw an extremely strong west wind coming from the horizon, like the roar of nature, blowing the locust swarms that once frightened the Egyptians into pieces.

They struggled, but ultimately could not withstand the force and were ruthlessly pushed into the distant desert, disappearing from everyone's sight.

This moment.

The whole of Egypt seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Those people who suffered from the locust plague cheered and celebrated this sudden turn of events.

Pharaoh's heart was filled with mixed emotions, feeling both relieved that the disaster was over and in awe of the unknown power.

He strode out of the palace and came outside the city to personally witness this gift from God.

"The locust plague is over!" Pharaoh was extremely happy.

However.

Just as the atmosphere was gradually relaxing, a figure slowly walked out from the shadows. It was Moses, the leader of the Hebrews.

His appearance made the Egyptian soldiers, who had been relaxed, instantly tense up and on the verge of a fight.

Pharaoh's eyes instantly turned cold. He glared at Moses, his tone full of threats:

"Moses, do you really think I can't kill you?"

Egypt suffered heavy losses due to the locust plague.

There is no doubt that it is the work of the Hebrew God again!

Moses had clearly agreed to delay for seven days, but the other party went back on his word and still launched the eighth plague. He and the other party had become mortal enemies!

The other party actually dared to show up openly!

Moses' face remained calm. He knew the reason for all this, but he could do nothing about it.

"Ramesses, I am well aware of your anger and disappointment."

"But please believe me, I cannot stop the will of Heavenly Father either."

"He has his own considerations and arrangements. Although this locust plague was not my intention, I did my best to bring you this rescue wind."

After all, the power of the Ten Plagues came from God, and Moses was just an agent.

In order to let the Egyptians witness the power of the gods, he sent down a plague of locusts.

Moses pleaded for a long time before he brought a west wind that blew away the locust plague.

There was a subtle sadness in Moses' words.

Pharaoh's expression became even gloomier after hearing these words.

He waved his hand violently, as if to dispel the fear and anger in his heart:

"Enough! Take those Hebrews away! I don't want to see them again, and I don't want to suffer any more punishment from your gods!"

There was unquestionable determination in his voice, as if he was making a final struggle against despair.

After only seven days of respite, the fields of Egypt were almost desolate.

Those crops that were once full of vitality are now left with only bare branches, telling silent sorrow in the breeze.

Another such blow would destroy Egypt's granary.

The entire country will fall into an unprecedented crisis!

The Hebrews are a bunch of plague gods!

Moses heard this and a bitter smile appeared on his lips. That smile contained too much helplessness and bitterness:

"I also want to take them away immediately, but... Heavenly Father believes that the Egyptians have not yet truly realized their mistakes."

"His punishment is not over yet."

As Moses' words fell, the sky seemed to respond to his proclamation.

The few remaining rays of sunset glow quickly dissipated, and the whole world was shrouded in a thick haze.

Pharaoh's face turned pale in an instant, and he looked towards the sky in horror, as if he saw the end of the world.

“This…what’s going on?!”

His voice trembled, filled with fear of the unknown.

Moses' voice sounded particularly heavy in this oppressive atmosphere:

“This will be the beginning of the ninth plague, a darkness like never before that will cover all of Egypt for three days and three nights.”

"This is God's response to your disrespect and a final fight for the freedom of the Hebrew people."

He paused, his eyes flashing with determination:

"In addition to letting the Hebrews go, you must also prepare a large number of sheep and cattle as an offering to our Lord to show your sincerity."

"I know it's hard, but please believe me, this is the only way out."

Pharaoh's eyes widened, filled with disbelief and anger.

He knew very well that this demand was tantamount to asking Egypt to cede its last hope of survival.

"This is absolutely impossible!" he roared, every word filled with despair and unwillingness.