He turned to look at Nan Tong: "So, she is hiding, probably because..."
Nan Tong swallowed and immediately understood: "Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh, are you saying that she is afraid that she can't control herself?"
Lin Ke frowned slightly and whispered, "That's right."
"This god is probably also a man with a bad temper."
At this time, Ramses stood next to the statues, golden light seeping from his fingertips.
He was silent for a moment, then said, "Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh, there are traces of her divine aura."
He pointed to the foot of the statue, where a few dark red lines were faintly visible on the sand. "Her aura is hidden in these bloodstains. There is a way to summon her."
Lin Ke frowned slightly and said calmly: "Okay, tell me."
Ramses looked at Lin Ke and said, "We need the blood of His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh. Only in this way can we arouse her wrath."
He pointed to the statue again: "We need strong liquor to bring out her violence."
"Blood and wine blend together, and the ritual can begin at an altar in the sand."
Nan Tong narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh, I have heard some rumors that Sekhmet likes blood and hates drunkenness. Although this method is dangerous, it makes some sense."
He paused, frowned and said, "But if this liquor is not strong enough, I'm afraid it won't be able to calm her anger."
Lin Ke smiled calmly: "She is afraid that her anger will get out of control, so we will force her to show up."
He walked slowly to a statue, drew the dagger from his waist, and gently cut his finger.
Blood drops fell on the sand, scarlet seeped into the dark red lines, and a bloody smell spread in the air.
Ramses said coldly: "Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh, the ceremony has begun."
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