On the way to Stonehenge, the Atlantean soldier's attire immediately attracted many people in Cairo.
The crowd turned their eyes over there, first they looked on curiously, then they began to point.
The soldier's armor was stained with blood, which was very different from the common equipment of the Egyptian army. The shape of his helmet was also more rounded, which had nothing to do with the Egyptian style.
This is very novel to people who only live in cities.
"Who is this? He doesn't look like one of our soldiers."
"I heard he came from outside. Maybe he's a deserter."
"Outsiders? Can you enter Stonehenge? It's the holy place of the Pharaoh!"
People began to discuss in low voices, and some even moved closer, trying to see more clearly.
A few daring young men even tried to climb over the fence and get closer, but the guards quickly stopped them.
There was some commotion among the crowd, and the murmurs grew louder.
Obviously, they were very unhappy that this outsider was about to enter Stonehenge.
Everyone's eyes were on the soldier as he was carried through the crowd in the direction of Stonehenge.
"Why was this person allowed in? Who allowed it?"
"This is a sacred place. Even the Holy Pharaoh would not let his subjects get close to it easily!"
“This is so weird!”
At this moment, Prime Minister Kamul, dressed in a neat robe, appeared from the other side of Stonehenge.
His steps were steady, his face was stern, and he was followed by two guards holding shields.
Seeing the old Egyptian prime minister Kamul approaching, the noise in the crowd gradually subsided.
Kamul stood still, glanced at the onlookers, and then said in a low but clear voice: "Don't make random guesses. I am following the will of His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh."
As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd immediately fell silent.
Someone was about to open his mouth to refute, but swallowed his words back.
Everyone looked at each other, curiosity and doubt written all over their faces, but no one dared to ask any more questions.
"Is this the will of the Holy Pharaoh?" A voice sounded softly at the back of the team.
"Yes, if it was His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh who gave the order himself, then how dare we make random guesses here." Another person added.
Gradually, the people who were originally whispering about the foreign soldier now began to whisper in agreement with Kamul's words.
Some people bowed their heads, clasped their hands together, and bowed in the direction of Stonehenge. Some elders also knelt down and saluted, muttering words of praise to the holy pharaoh.
"So that was what Saint Pharaoh meant. We just said too much."
"Yes, since it was arranged by His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh, it must be for our great Egypt."
"How can we mortals understand Pharaoh's great plan!"
Following Kamul's order, the Egyptian soldiers continued to escort the foreign soldier into Stonehenge.
But the crowd stopped talking and just stood where they were, not moving forward to chase after him.
The noise a few minutes ago has now turned into a chorus of devout admiration.
They watched the "outsider" enter the "Stonehenge" and still did not leave, but just watched quietly from a distance.
“Whoosh!”
In an instant, a golden light appeared in the "Stonehenge".
"Oh! That's the power of God!"
The golden light faded away, and the surroundings became silent for a moment.
The onlookers were still gazing into the distance, while the soldier who had just been carried into the "Stonehenge" walked out with a completely changed look.
Someone stared with wide eyes and whispered, "Look at the totems on him, they are completely different from the ones we have here!"
"Yeah, look at his shoulder guard! The lines on it look like waves!"
Another rubbed his hands together, trying to describe it with the words he knew, but nothing came to his lips.
All he knew was that the pattern had never been seen on any Egyptian artifact.
Someone couldn't help but pull the arm of someone else, pointing at the slightly blue sash around the outsider's waist: "Look! There's light shining on his waist, as if the decorations themselves are glowing!"
An older farmer frowned and whispered, "I've seen something like that. It represents... Oh! Atlantis!"
"Atlantis!"
"He's from Atlantis?"
The discussions around gradually became louder, and from time to time someone would stick their heads out, wanting to take another look at this outsider.
Although no one could accurately describe what was so special about the armor and decorations, they knew that it belonged to a completely different civilization.
It was a place they had never seen with their own eyes and only existed in people's conversations.
At this time, the soldier called "outsider" walked slowly out of the center of Stonehenge, his steps slightly slow.
He raised his head and glanced around, from the unfamiliar high walls to the golden flags swaying slightly in the distance.
Even the dirt beneath his feet made his gaze pause for a moment.
"Where am I?"
He whispered to himself, his voice full of doubt and confusion.
His hand unconsciously touched his chest, and the area that was still slightly bleeding had healed.
Suddenly, a faint blue light appeared in his palm.
The light flowed out slowly from his fingertips, like a gushing torrent, circling at the highest point for a moment before slowly dissipating.
He was stunned, with his hands spread out, staring at the gradually disappearing light.
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