The priests sat around the altar, holding sharp blades and carefully cutting open the goose's pure white internal organs.
The blood flowed slowly, reflecting their solemn faces.
There was an indescribable solemnity and tension in the air, as if even the air was trembling, waiting for the verdict of fate.
Finally, the result of the divination was revealed:
"In this trial of blood and fire, a leader will be trapped in despair, and the one who saves him will surely become the ruler of a nation."
The trumpets of war soon sounded on the banks of the Nile.
Ramses, wearing golden armor and holding a spear, led the brave Egyptian warriors into the enemy camp.
Amidst the flash of swords and the shadow of sabers, he was like a god of war, invincible, but fate always seemed to show its cruelty inadvertently.
Just as the Hittite arrows rained down, almost swallowing Ramses.
A figure rushed into the battlefield like lightning. It was his brother Moses, who grew up with him and was as close as a brother.
Moses fearlessly used his body to block the fatal attack for Ramses.
The two were instantly stained red with blood, but at this moment, the chain of fate was tightly linked together.
Jin Shile picked up where Mai Xuan left off and slowly expressed his chilling speculation:
"The prophecy came true, but it also foreshadowed a quarrel between brothers. After a difficult ideological struggle, Ramses decided to kill Moses?"
Mai Xuan sighed deeply, a complicated look flashing in his eyes.
"The result is right, but the process is wrong."
"Game of Thrones never allows emotions to get in the way."
"Perhaps Ramses' heart has already been devoured by the lofty throne."
"Moses' life-saving grace, far from becoming a bond of friendship between them, has become an indelible shadow in Ramses' heart."
"Because he knew that a brother who was prophesied to be a ruler meant a challenge and a threat..."
"It also means the instability of my throne."
So, on that evening dyed red by the setting sun, Ramses made a decision.
He personally pointed the sword at Moses, his brother who had fought alongside him countless times and even sacrificed his life to save him.
At that moment, the brotherhood disappeared, leaving only the cruel contest of power and desire.
"There was no shortage of brothers and playmates in the Egyptian palace, but a brother who was prophesied to be the ruler was equivalent to stepping over Ramses, and the little affection between them instantly dissipated."
Mai Xuan said so.
Upon hearing this, Jin Shile shook his head slightly, his tone revealing helplessness and emotion.
"This... is indeed the unique style of that cruel and primitive society. The strong are kings, and emotions are just a luxurious embellishment."
A complex emotion flashed in Mai Xuan's eyes as he continued.
"However, Moses was Ramses' savior after all, and Queen Bishia's adopted son."
“This kindness and kinship prevented Ramses’ hands from being stained with blood.”
"So he concocted an ingenious plot and, under the pretext of investigation, exiled Moses to faraway Bedom."
"Under the pretext of gaining a deeper understanding of the Hebrews' living conditions, they were actually scheming to kill, sending cold-blooded killers after them."
The savior appointed by God certainly cannot be easily killed by the killer.
These killers eventually became part of Moses' suffering and training, and successfully escaped the control of the Egyptian palace.
“In Bedom, Moses witnessed unprecedented suffering and slavery inflicted upon the Hebrew people.”
"It was a place of despair, where tears and sweat blended into endless sorrow."
"By chance, he learned the secret of his life from the trembling lips of a Hebrew priest."
"This sudden revelation of the truth was like a sword piercing his heart, shaking his faith in everything in the world."
"So I chose to start a family in Bidong and have a child. We now have a six-year-old child."
"Just as Moses was immersed in the trivialities and tranquility of life, God, the legendary yet mysterious being, intervened in his life in an incredible way."
"After a period of struggle, Moses finally let go of his doubts about the gods and embraced the call from heaven."
“He embarked on a mission and journey to return to Egypt and save all the Hebrew people.”
Upon hearing this, Jin Shile couldn't help but smack his lips and spoke half jokingly and half seriously.
"Moses has a tragic fate. Being chosen by such an unreliable yet powerful 'evil god' is a blessing or a curse."
Feng Feng quickly made a gesture to keep quiet and reminded in a low voice.
"Keep your voice down. Don't forget that we are now inside a divine artifact created by this god. Disrespecting the god will only bring unnecessary trouble!"
Upon hearing this, Jin Shile quickly closed his mouth, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes, and he responded softly.
"Oh, I almost forgot about this!"
Just then, the Pharaoh in front finally stopped.
Feng Feng observed that the Pharaoh's destination was the temple next to the kingdom.
The temple, which has stood majestically for thousands of years, is like a guardian god, quietly gazing at every soul that steps into its territory.
The figure of Pharaoh Ramses stretched out in the morning light, appearing particularly lonely and determined.
He finally stopped, his destination pointed directly to the holy place dedicated to the goddess of war, Sekhmet.
Feng Feng and his group followed closely behind, their eyes full of inquiry and shock.
Ramses walked into the depths of the temple alone, dismissed all the priests, and left the room in silence and mystery.
He sat on the cold stone steps, clutching an ancient scroll crafted from precious animal skins.
His eyes were deep, as if he had traveled through time and space and was conversing with those ancient prophecies.
Ramses dismissed the priests and sat alone in the temple, looking at a scroll made of animal fur and thinking.
"What is he looking at?"
Jin Shile's voice rang out outside the empty temple, filled with curiosity and confusion.
Mai Xuan explained softly:
"It was the divination result when the Hittites attacked Egypt, which predicted that Moses would save him."
When Jin Shile heard this, a hint of realization flashed in his eyes, and then he returned to calm.
As the night deepens, stars dot the night sky.
Feng Feng and the other six stayed beside the Pharaoh, and time seemed to stand still.
Jin Shile couldn't help but yawn and complained:
"How could such a seemingly ordinary scroll of paper really make him so obsessed? Isn't that tiring?"
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