“The world today is evil.”
"The gods have disappeared and cannot be awakened."
"Everything is based on Apep in the dark night."
"Only when the Great Apep destroys everything in the world can we return to the underworld and, with the help of the Great Apep, cross the River Styx and enter the Holy Land in the afterlife."
"We will go to the Holy Land and have thousands of virgins, millions of warriors, and tens of millions of believers."
"Endless grumpiness, endless supply of exquisite food."
"We will be there... in the Holy Land, the new, world masters."
......
As Remheb listened to the man chanting strange words, he felt cold sweat breaking out on his back.
The atmosphere here is weird.
The flames on the altar suddenly shot up and crackled as the man chanted.
The sparks jumped into the air and then fell down, as if some mysterious force was constantly lifting them up.
The firewood had been burnt black and a pungent smoke was rising. Even Remheb, who was far away, felt sore in the corners of his eyes due to the smoke.
It was as if something was added to the smoke.
But he glanced at the people around him, and no one seemed to react, as if they were not affected by the smoke at all.
Even Nan Tong didn't move at all.
Therefore, Remheb did not dare to make any noise on his own. He could only hold it in, even though his eyes were already filled with tears.
As for the two sheep, they had stopped bleating a long time ago, and their heads were tilted to one side.
The blood flowed from the throat and flowed to the edge of the altar, gradually surrounding the altar and forming a circle.
The wind blew across the dunes, blowing up fine sand that hit my robe, the rustling sound mixed with the crackling sound of fire.
That made Remheb feel very uneasy, but there was nothing he could do now but continue to wait.
After all, they still need to find ways to get more information.
He was well aware that he was carrying the responsibility entrusted by His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh, so even though his eyes began to turn red and swollen, and even tears began to flow, he did not raise his hands to wipe or rub them.
The people here stood like wooden stakes, no one dared to move.
Even their breathing was very light.
The shadow under the hood wavered in the firelight.
Remheb held his breath and glanced. He could only see the tip of the chin of a person next to him, which was as white as a dead person's skin.
White?
Remheb found this a little strange.
You know, in Bahariya, almost no one has skin of this color.
Even the skin of His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh is not so bright and white.
Remheb turned his head very slowly, little by little, trying to see more clearly.
But if he turned his head too obviously, he would immediately appear out of place with the people around him, because everyone was looking straight at the altar.
So, in the end, he just turned a little bit, and then strained his eyes to look towards where the man was.
His eyes, which were already slightly red and swollen with tears, shed two more big tears after this ordeal.
But he didn't care at all, he just wanted to see more clearly.
That's right.
It was fair, delicate skin.
Even the faintly visible red lips were completely different from those of all the Egyptians he had seen.
This person...
Not Egyptian!
At this time, there were several people in front holding wooden sticks with snake heads carved on the tops of the sticks, and the snake eyes were inlaid with red stones.
The fire flashed, and the red stone lit up, and the snake head seemed to come alive.
At this moment, the dark shadows beside the altar all raised their hands. There were bone beads on their wrists. The beads collided with each other, making a dry "tapping" sound.
They held the staff high, and the red stone continued to glow.
Nan Tong, who saw this scene, had a blank expression on his face. He immediately realized that those holding wooden stakes were magicians.
However, their strength is not that good.
At most, he is just a magic instructor or even a great magician.
Not as good as the Ultimate Magician.
He can't even be compared with Nan Tong, the great magician of the full moon.
The gap between them is like that between the sun and the ant, they are not on the same level at all.
It can even be said that they are not from the same world.
At the same time, the clouds in the sky pressed lower.
Those magicians were performing some strange magic, totally different from the magic of the Holy Egyptians and the Hebrews.
Those magic spells prevented the moonlight from entering the night sky, and the area around the sand dunes became pitch black within just a few minutes.
Only the fire from the altar was jumping, revealing a pulsating red circle, and outside the circle was darkness that was indistinguishable to the naked eye.
At this moment, a strange smell came into Remheb's nose.
The smell was like wet earth mixed with blood, like the smell of something so thick that it could not be dissolved.
He looked down and found that the sand at his feet had become wet without him noticing.
My feet felt sticky, as if I had stepped into mud.
“Anyone who does not support the creation of a new Egyptian state.”
"Anyone who does not regard Apep as the only god."
"They will all be our enemies."
"This is not a choice, but an iron law of our new Egypt, and the order of our great Apep."
At this time, a man was getting closer and closer to the altar. He raised his hands high, as if he was praying devoutly with his voice amplified.
Not only that, but even those holding wooden staffs formed a circle around the altar.
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