Lin Ke continued to watch the scene displayed by Nephthys.
It was in the cemetery of Aswan late at night, and Nephthys was holding a scepter, trying to guide a new batch of dead souls.
"Open the door to rest."
"Lead the souls of the suffering dead to the peaceful Duat."
Duat is the underworld, and that is where Nephthys guides the dead souls to the underworld.
However, when her power touched those souls, it was rebounded by an evil force.
The purple divine power, which was originally able to soothe the suffering souls of the dead, now turned into corrosive acid, burning her divine skin.
After endless attempts, Nephthys in the picture became more and more sad and painful.
At this moment, Nephthys, who was showing it to Lin Ke, also sighed softly. Her voice seemed to echo in the abyss and could not calm down for a long time.
"My duty is to guide the dead, but every attempt only causes greater pain."
"As the suffering of the dead increases, my suffering multiplies a hundredfold."
Nephthys' voice actually began to choke at this moment.
"Once, I was almost attacked by the ritual I created and lost half of my consciousness."
"From then on, I never dared to attempt a large-scale induction ceremony again."
When Lin Ke heard this, he just felt a little confused.
Why did the divine powers of Isis and Nephthys completely lose their effect when faced with the plague?
"Why has your divine power completely lost its effectiveness?"
"Ramesses, how could the power of the Supreme God be so weak, or even backfire?"
"Egypt wasn't prosperous back then, and the power of faith wasn't as strong as it is today. Could it be that these factors affected their divine power?"
When Ramses heard Lin Ke's words, his eyes flickered slightly.
"Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh is absolutely right. By that time, the temple had begun to fall into disrepair, and the Egyptian people's faith had weakened."
“When disaster strikes, it is too late to pray and plead.”
"The two Supreme Gods appear to have used their divine powers, but I'm afraid their power is no longer effective against the people of Egypt."
"The divine power has weakened."
"If you use it again, it will only intensify the evil power, not purify it."
"Purification requires even purer and more powerful divine power."
"In my humble opinion, the divine power they exerted was less than one-tenth of their peak strength."
As soon as Ramses finished speaking, Isis and Nephthys looked at Ramses.
Obviously, they do not agree with this statement.
"God of the Desert and the Nile, you are but a mere deity. How can you perceive the events of the past?"
After hearing what Nephthys said, Lin Ke immediately denied it.
"The God of the Desert and the Nile is the most powerful deity in my Holy Egypt."
"Although you are the supreme gods, do you know your own power?"
Isis listened to Lin Ke's words and just came to Ramses.
She gently placed a hand on Ramses' body.
"Such divine power?"
"What was displayed was the power of the Lord God?"
"You are just the Lord God?"
Ramses gently grasped the wrist of the supreme goddess Isis.
"Supreme God Isis, you have been trapped in the past for too long and have lost your sense of being a god."
"Although you can still exert the power of the Supreme God, in reality, your power is seriously insufficient."
“Even, it’s on the verge of exhaustion.”
"That's why your divine power automatically absorbed the power of Nan Tong, the Great Sun Magician."
"Even unconsciously, you hurt the Holy Pharaoh's beloved general."
As soon as Ramses finished speaking, Isis took a few steps back, as if she was a little shocked by Ramses' words.
"Alright, Supreme God Nephthys, please continue."
"Please continue to tell us what happened to the king."
The Supreme God Nephthys nodded with a sad expression, and then continued to exert her divine power.
Now, the picture is of an abandoned village.
Nephthys was standing at a crossroads, and before her was a man whose entire family had been killed by the plague.
His eyes were empty, he was muttering the names of his deceased wife and children, and he was holding a sharp dagger tightly in his hand.
"The living."
"There, the living suffer more than the dead."
Nephthys spoke softly, and a sad atmosphere immediately enveloped the surroundings.
"They don't want to step into the silent water, but they can't survive."
The silent water that Nephthys referred to was the River Styx in the underworld.
That is death.
"Hope is gone, but the memory is more cruel and painful than the plague."
"I can't take away their pain, I can't change their memories, and I can't bring them relief."
"Because any intervention will only make the plague worse."
“And the suffering of the dead continues to grow as the number of the dead multiplies.”
As Nephthys spoke, her expression changed again, becoming even sadder.
And at this moment, the most terrifying scene appeared.
Deep within the temple, thousands of souls gathered like fireflies, forming a human silhouette.
It was the embodiment of plague, silently mocking Nephthys.
Every action of the goddess, every spell she casts, fuels its power.
Or perhaps, it is the embodiment of people's suffering, an illusion caused by the divine power of the two goddesses.
"It's absorbing my divine power."
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