As soon as the words fell.
The air around seemed to freeze for a moment.
Then, except for the six of them, the whole world seemed to be in a state of crazy acceleration.
Buildings, trees, and even the sky in the distance were moving at an incredible speed.
It was as if time itself lost its constraints at this moment, isolating the six of them in a static bubble of time and space.
The sun seemed to be fast-forwarded.
It rises, hangs high, and then quickly sinks into the horizon.
This happened three times, and time seemed to be ruthlessly compressed, jumping directly to three days later.
Yun Yang looked at this sudden change, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes:
"It seems like we've been jumping timelines a lot since we came to the Royal City."
There was a hint of confusion and curiosity in his tone.
Upon hearing this, Mai Xuan laughed heartily, his laughter full of heroism and anticipation for the unknown.
"Haha, this is the sign that we're entering the main storyline!"
"Pharaoh's refusal to let the Hebrews leave is the prologue to this grand narrative."
"There's still a long story to go, and of course we have to skip ahead a bit now and then to avoid getting lost in lengthy details."
Hearing this, Feng Feng frowned slightly and muttered to himself.
"It's a very long story..."
His eyes became deep, and then he raised his head with a firm look.
"Boss, please don't go into the rest of the story yet. Now that the story has begun, the test of the illusion is bound to come."
"As soon as you tell me the sequel, the illusion will skip this part of the plot, and we are likely to miss some key information."
Upon hearing this, Mai Xuan nodded in agreement.
…
As night falls, the stars begin to appear.
Feng Feng and the other six walked with heavy steps, following Moses's resolute and unyielding figure, through the winding palace corridors.
Straight to the majestic halls of the Egyptian royal palace.
The air was filled with tension and anxiety, as if even breathing could stir up an invisible storm.
Inside the hall, candlelight flickered.
The image of Moses and Pharaoh confronting each other was stretched out.
Their eyes met, like the collision of a sharp sword and a solid shield, sparks flying.
Moses' voice, deep and powerful, pierced the silent hall:
"My king, the three-day deadline has come, but why has the release you promised not yet arrived?"
The Pharaoh sat on the throne, his face stern and a barely perceptible sneer at the corner of his mouth.
"When did I, the King of Egypt, ever promise you to leave?"
His voice echoed in the hall with unquestionable authority.
When Moses heard this, his face suddenly changed and his anger surged out like a tide.
He clenched his fists, as if he wanted to turn the anger in his heart into substance and smash the cold palace to pieces.
"What do you mean?!"
Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, filled with endless indignation and confusion.
Just when the atmosphere was tense to the extreme, the door of the hall suddenly opened.
A fully armed soldier strode in, knelt on one knee, and reported loudly.
"Report! Your Majesty, all orders have been delivered to all locations. From today on, the Hebrew labor quota will be doubled!"
Upon hearing this, the Pharaoh's lips curled up in satisfaction, as if everything was under his control.
"good!"
He responded briefly and forcefully, his voice revealing unquestionable determination.
"What?!"
Moses seemed to have been struck by a bolt from the blue, and he staggered back involuntarily.
His eyes were wide open, full of disbelief.
He asked in a trembling voice:
"Pharaoh, are you going to kill them?"
"They have already endured endless suffering. To add double the suffering would be tantamount to pushing them into the abyss!"
Pharaoh sneered, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's as he stared at Moses.
"Hebrews, you claim to believe in God and that good people can go to heaven and be with God after death."
"Then, isn't my action helping you and allowing you to meet God earlier?"
"Isn't this my mercy as a king?"
"Not only did I let you go, I also helped you go directly to see God. Isn't that merciful enough?"
"Or do you think these Hebrews are lazy and greedy, destined to never see God and go to hell?"
Moses was furious, his chest heaving violently.
He knew the Pharaoh's true intentions, but still tried to awaken a trace of conscience in the other's heart.
"How can you be so cruel! They are human beings, not tools! Their lives and dignity cannot be trampled upon like this!"
A hint of contempt flashed in Pharaoh's eyes.
He slowly stood up and walked in front of Moses, his voice low and cold.
"Moses, you may not understand that the Hebrews, as slaves, were vital to Egypt."
"They are hardworking and efficient, and are indispensable cogs in keeping the country running."
"Once we lose them, all of Egypt will be plunged into chaos."
"I, as the King of Egypt, cannot allow this to happen!"
Moses smiled bitterly: "It turns out that hard work is also wrong."
Moses' body couldn't help but tremble slightly, anger and despair intertwined into a torrent, surging in his chest.
He clenched his teeth, his eyes red as blood with anger, as if they could spit out flames.
"You have broken your promise and violated justice. The wrath of the gods will surely befall you!"
Upon hearing this, the Pharaoh's expression suddenly changed, with a barely perceptible hint of panic mixed in with his majesty.
He suddenly stood up and approached Moses with steady steps, his voice filled with unquestionable determination.
"Moses, I acknowledge your talent and courage, so I am willing to show some leniency and let you go alone."
"As long as you promise not to interfere in this matter again, I will guarantee your future safety."
"But if you insist on provoking this unprovoked disaster, how can Egypt fear your power alone?"
At this moment, a long bell sound came from the depths of the hall.
With heavy footsteps, a priest holding a golden scepter and wearing a gorgeous robe slowly walked into the hall.
He has a dignified face and deep eyes, as if he can see through everything in the world.
The appearance of the high priest undoubtedly added a bit of mystery and tension to the confrontation.
"Remember, Moses."
The Pharaoh's voice echoed in the hall.
"You Hebrews are not the only ones who believe in gods in this land."
"Our Egyptian gods also possess the power to change the world, enough to rival the God you're talking about!"
Moses' hand trembled slightly, but he stretched it out firmly, as if declaring war on an invisible fate.
"Even so, I will never give up on my compatriots, nor will I give up my desire for freedom and dignity."
The Pharaoh laughed in anger, his voice revealing unquestionable majesty.
"Well, since you are so stubborn, let me see if your determination can withstand the torrent of fate!"
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