Not long after, many people came into the outside of the Holy Egyptian Palace one after another.
Of course, in the eyes of the people of Cairo, they were just ministers or officials rushing to court.
But what they don’t know is that, in fact, these people are all coming for His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh.
To be precise, it was to "test the medicine" and "treat" His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh.
So, when they entered the palace, they almost ran.
“Quick! Quick!”
"Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh must be cured!"
"If we can help such a great man as Saint Pharaoh, how will our descendants view us?"
"This is secondary! Saint Pharaoh has been kind to us, and we must protect him even if we have to sacrifice our bodies!"
"Quick! Let Saint Pharaoh try our medicine first!"
The priests of Might, the sea healers of Atlantis, and the Amazon warriors rushed into the hall almost at the same time.
The priest of Maite was wrapped in a heavy black robe and carried crocodile dung and a bronze basin.
The Atlantis sea therapist holds a crystal bottle in his hand. The sea water in the bottle is pure blue and emits magical light.
The Amazon warrior carried a bulging leather bag on her shoulder, from which emanated a strong medicinal smell: some rare, strong-smelling herbs.
At this time, Lin Ke was half lying on the couch next to the throne. His face didn't look very good and his lips were cracked.
The blue blood vessels bulged suddenly under the skin, as if they would burst at any time.
Lin Ke only looked at the three people and immediately invited them to come forward: "No need to be polite, let's get started."
Priest Maite was the first to step forward.
He took out a piece of dried crocodile feces from the cloth bag and threw it into the copper basin.
Then he chanted a spell in a low voice, flames leaped out of the incense burner, and the feces began to burn.
Gray-black smoke rushed out and twisted into a blurry crocodile shadow, floating towards Lin Ke with its teeth bared.
He stared at the smoke, frowned, and shouted, "Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh!"
"This smoke can burn away the foul air in your body!"
The smoke hit Lin Ke's face, carrying a fishy smell, like the mud that had risen from the bottom of the Nile River.
Lin Ke closed his eyes, and the smoke entered his nose, stinging his throat.
He waited for the power to seep into his body, but after a while, his chest was still as cold as ice.
No effect.
He opened his eyes, shook his head, and said in a hoarse voice: "This technique is useless, you can go down."
Priest Might's face froze and he immediately retreated.
"Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh!"
Then, the sea magic therapist came up with a cold face. He shook the crystal bottle in his hand, and the water inside glowed with an even bluer light.
She whispered a spell, then tilted the bottle, and the sea water turned into a thin stream, slowly flowing towards Lin Ke.
When the water touched his skin, it made a sizzling sound, as if it was burning something.
She looked at Lin Ke with some expectation in her eyes: "Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh, this clean water can wash away the pain."
“How do you feel?”
Lin Ke looked down and watched the water climb up his arms.
The water droplets hung on his skin, gleaming slightly, and were soon absorbed by the skin.
Of course, wherever I look, the skin is visibly better.
But......
This is not a beauty treatment!
So, Lin Ke shook his head: "No, it's still useless."
The sea healer bit his lip, tears glistened in his eyes, and stepped back.
The Amazon warrior strode forward and pulled out an herb from her leather bag that gave off a strange fragrance.
She crushed the herbs with her hands, put them into a stone bowl, added some water, and used a wooden stick to stir them into a paste.
She squatted down, smeared the paste on Lin Ke's arm, and whispered: "Holy Pharaoh, this is the holy medicine of our tribe, it can even connect broken bones!"
"You will definitely get better if you use this!"
Her hands were very strong, and when the medicine paste was applied, Lin Ke's skin turned slightly red.
But Lin Ke didn't care, he just stared at the green paste.
It's a little warm, and the muscles are also slightly hot.
It seems to have a good effect on muscle recovery, but it is still useless and cannot treat the root cause of the disease.
Lin Ke could feel that the consciousness and core of his body had not changed at all because of their treatment.
So, he still shook his head: "It still doesn't work."
The Amazon warrior's hand paused, her eyes full of disappointment, as if she didn't believe that her medicine would be useless.
The hall was eerily quiet. The three people stood there, their faces filled with disappointment and anxiety.
Lin Ke did not get angry, he knew very well that if these methods were useless, one possibility could be ruled out.
That is, the disease he had might not be an ordinary one, or in other words, it might not be a disease at all.
He knew that his body was neither completely like a living person nor completely like a dead person. There was a force within it that kept everything stable.
But it seems that due to excessive use of the spirit, this balance is now broken.
But......
Ramses's power was indeed useful.
It can't be said to be completely cured, but it can be recovered, even if it is time-limited.
Divine power?
At this moment, Lin Ke immediately thought of a picture.
He remembered that although the picture was not big, there was a god with a very strange appearance in it.
He turned to look at Nan Tong and said calmly, "Nantong, do you remember the path that the second prince Ramses and I went through when we were little?"
Nan Tong was stunned for a moment, rolled his eyes, and nodded: "Remember, Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh."
"You're asking this?"
Lin Ke nodded, and he stood up on the couch: "Take me there."
They walked down the corridor and came to a hidden entrance.
Lin Ke walked slowly, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.
The walls of the passage are covered with murals depicting various stories and characters, but not many of them are about gods.
Lin Ke's eyes swept across the wall and suddenly stopped on a painting.
Ah, that's it.
It was a lion-headed god holding a scepter in his hand and with a sun wheel-like pattern on his head.
In the mural, she was casting golden light on a fallen mortal. The man was covered in blood, but once he was covered by the light, he was completely healed.
Lin Ke stared at the painting and asked, "Nantong, which god is this?"
Nan Tong walked forward and took a closer look.
The shadow of the lion's head was reflected on his face.
Then he whispered, "Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh, this is the lioness goddess Sekhmet."
"The goddess of war and healing."
Lin Ke didn't say anything, just looked at the mural.
The lioness goddess Sekhmet?
That's right, a god who can exert healing powers.
Nan Tong saw Lin Ke staring at the mural, so he whispered, "Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh, Sekhmet is a god of ancient Egypt."
"The lion's head represents her anger and power."
"The scepter can heal the dying."
At this moment, Nan Tong seemed to suddenly understand something: "Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh! Could it be you?"
At this time, Lin Ke just looked at Nan Tong indifferently and nodded.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
