Moses' voice was firm and powerful, cutting through the surrounding noise:
"Ramesses, it's time to set the Hebrews free! Let them leave this cursed land!"
Although the Pharaoh was exhausted, there was still an unyielding light in his eyes.
He held on to his body and responded in a hoarse voice:
"Moses, forget it! The gods of Egypt will always protect us. What can the God of the Hebrews do to us?"
However.
The pus on his face and his frail body made these words seem so pale and powerless.
It seemed like a cover-up for his inner fear.
Moses sneered when he heard this.
That smile showed both helplessness towards the Pharaoh's stubbornness and confidence in the impending divine punishment.
"In that case, let Egypt once again suffer the wrath of the gods!"
After saying this, he flashed and disappeared from everyone's sight again like a phantom.
Only six people were left: the Pharaoh, his personal guards, and Feng Feng on the banks of the Nile River.
Jin Shile frowned, looked around, and felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.
"This scene always feels like it's missing some key element," he muttered to himself.
Yun Yang heard this and nodded thoughtfully:
"Yes, Moses didn't cast any obvious spells this time. Could it be that this disaster will be different from previous ones and delayed?"
Just as everyone was talking about it, Mai Xuan suddenly interrupted their speculation.
"No! We can't take it lightly." He said in a quick and firm tone.
Since the disaster has already struck, he no longer needs to hide it from others.
"Everyone, take cover! This disaster is serious—it's hail!"
As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a thunderclap.
The other five people's faces changed drastically and they exclaimed in unison.
"What?!"
hail?
In this hot desert country, hail is undoubtedly a fantasy.
But Mai Xuan's serious expression forced them to believe it.
Mai Xuan's tone was full of urgency.
"Moses' hasty departure did more than likely delay the disaster."
"It could also be that the banks of the Nile River are simply unable to effectively protect against the coming hailstorm!"
"We must act now!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Feng stretched out his body and rushed out first like an arrow.
"Everyone, follow me and run!"
The cultivators mobilized their spiritual energy, their bodies becoming light and swift;
Tanai chanted a spell and summoned a magic shield to protect himself.
They no longer retained even the subtle manipulation spells they normally used to isolate the ash from the air.
All his strength was now transformed into the motivation to escape from danger, and he rushed towards the royal city with all his strength.
Fortunately, Mai Xuan had known about it for a long time, but he just couldn't say it. They deliberately scouted a sturdy stone house located deep in the military camp.
It now serves as a safe haven, strong enough to withstand the impending natural disaster.
When they just stepped into the stone house.
The noise and panic from the outside world came like a tide.
Outside the door, people exclaimed one after another:
"Look, what's happening to the sky?!"
Everyone looked up at the window at the same time, and saw that the originally peaceful sky suddenly became hideous and terrifying.
The dense hailstones fell like sharp blades from the sky, mercilessly hitting the earth.
What's more, there are actually blazing fireballs mixed in, ice and fire intertwined, forming a spectacular and terrifying picture.
"Ice and fire, this... this is a doomsday scene!" someone said in a trembling voice.
The outside world quickly descended into chaos.
Some people ran in panic, but could not escape the fate of being hit by hail.
The wailing and cries for help intertwined together, forming a sad melody.
The ordinary simple wooden house was shaking under the ravages of hail.
It eventually collapsed, and countless innocent lives were ruthlessly swallowed up.
…
The hail poured down like the wrath of the gods, raging all night long.
It was not until the dawn that his fatigue gradually began to ease.
The sky was still gloomy, as if it was a deep sigh from nature, covering the entire land of Egypt.
The streets were in a mess, and the once prosperous scene was covered by a thick layer of ice.
All the surviving Egyptians huddled in their houses, fear and helplessness intertwined into an invisible net that tightly bound their hearts.
However.
In this despair, Feng Feng and the other six had recovered a lot of their strength after a night of rest.
They resolutely stepped out of the shelter.
Although the hail had not completely stopped, it was no longer enough to stop them who had regained their strength.
They shuttled through the broken streets, each step seeming so heavy and firm.
Nearby, tragic scenes came into view:
The figures of those Egyptian servants who failed to escape in time were forever frozen in time by the huge hailstones.
Along with those innocent livestock, they became victims of this natural disaster.
The air is filled with the smell of death, which makes people feel cold.
Feng Feng did not stay for long, as they were concerned about the royal palace further away.
Passing through the palace gate covered with layers of ice crystals, he once again stepped into the magnificent yet now unusually quiet royal palace.
Pharaoh sat in the hall with a dark face.
Fortunately, when Pharaoh came out yesterday, he rode in a carriage that was isolated from frogs, flies, lice, and ashes.
The sudden hailstorm yesterday did not kill him.
I was just hit on the arm by hail and suffered minor injuries.
But the scars on his arms were undoubtedly a testimony to his anger and shame.
He clenched his fists, his eyes were sharp, and he kept repeating himself.
"Damn Moses! I will make the Hebrews pay a heavy price!"
His words were filled with hatred and unwillingness.
All the ministers in the hall were silent.
He was afraid that any sound he made would arouse Pharaoh's wrath and make him the next unfortunate victim.
At this moment, an old man dressed in gorgeous priest robes slowly walked into the hall.
His appearance seemed to bring a subtle change to the depressing atmosphere.
Seeing this, Pharaoh quickly stood up to greet him, his tone unable to conceal his anxiety:
"High Priest, have you contacted our Egyptian gods? Are they willing to quell this disaster?"
A hint of helplessness flashed in the high priest's eyes.
He shook his head slowly and said in a deep voice:
"My king, the affairs of the gods are beyond the comprehension of mortals like us."
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