But now, theocracy is subject to royal power!
Everyone looked up and saw the scene of Lin Ke standing side by side with the majestic new god, and their hearts were filled with unprecedented shock and pride.
"Long live His Majesty the Pharaoh! Long live the great Egypt!" Someone shouted first, his voice trembling, but it quickly ignited the entire crowd like a flame.
The people waved their arms and shouted the Pharaoh's name, while the warriors raised their spears with blazing eyes and shouted in unison, one wave higher than the other, like the tide.
People high-fived each other in celebration, and joy and pride washed away the long-standing haze of suffering.
"Our Pharaoh is the true Lord of Destiny!"
"Glory to His Majesty the Pharaoh! Glory to the great Egypt!"
"Long live! Long live!"
At this moment, the cheers from the royal capital shook the heavens and the earth. The shackles that had oppressed them for decades were completely released at this moment.
However, at this time, Lin Ke just raised his hand and signaled everyone to be quiet.
He stood on a high platform, wearing the Pharaoh's crown, with the Ulaeus serpent in the center shining with golden light.
"Although the war is over, the situation in the capital is still precarious." His voice was steady and powerful. "All soldiers, listen up. Immediately help the people put out the fire in the city and ensure that the remaining houses are safe."
As soon as the words fell, the soldiers immediately straightened up and responded in unison: "Yes, sir!"
They immediately turned and ran towards the neighborhood where the fire was spreading. The people also took action spontaneously, picking up buckets and tools and joining the fire-fighting team.
Lin Ke looked around and said to Nan Tong and several ministers standing nearby: "Gather all the remaining officials and gather in the meeting hall of the palace immediately. The king needs to arrange the next matters."
All the officials responded quickly with solemn expressions, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.
"Your Majesty, the guard just reported to me that Kamul has arrived in the capital with reinforcements."
Lin Ke lowered his eyes slightly and tapped his fingers twice on the armrest of the throne, as if he was recalling something long ago but profound. After a moment, he raised his head with a calm expression.
Kamul was a "vizir".
That is, the person who is responsible for managing state affairs for the pharaoh, similar to a prime minister or prime minister.
In Lin Ke's memory, when the royal capital was about to face difficulties, this loyal prime minister immediately went out to seek reinforcements.
He knew very well that Kamul's journey out to find reinforcements would be extremely difficult.
"Got it. Let him rush to the palace immediately."
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