"It is you, Elder."
Remheb stared at the face whose mask had been slapped off.
The man in black robe was Elder Jacob.
Remheb ripped off the other's robe and threw it on the ground.
He took a step forward and frowned: "Elder, why are you doing this?"
"Why did you lead everyone to rebel?"
"Mingming, now you can all get the protection of Holy Egypt."
Nan Tong stood aside, his hands hanging on the edge of his robe, the white light from his fingertips still blindingly bright.
He said nothing, but just stared at the elder, his robe puffed up by the wind.
That made Nan Tong look even more terrifying.
Elder Jacob collapsed on the ground, with sand and sweat mixed into lumps on his face.
He looked down at the sand and didn't say a word.
Remheb frowned again: "Tell me, why did you betray Holy Egypt?"
"Elder?"
The elder still didn't move, his eyes lowered as if he hadn't heard.
Nan Tong just raised his hand slowly, opened his palm, and pointed his fingertips upwards.
In an instant, the surrounding sand seemed to come alive and began to move.
Quicksand surged in from all directions, blowing towards the elder with a strong wind.
In the blink of an eye, the sand completely wrapped around his legs, sticking tightly to his skin, and quickly submerged his waist.
The sand was very dense and pressed his skin and flesh tightly.
The elder was almost squeezed into a ball, with only his head sticking out.
As a result, the elder was so shocked by this sudden change that his eyes widened and rolled around.
The quicksand had already reached his neck, and the fine grains of sand rubbed his chin as it continued to slowly climb upwards.
"If you don't tell me, I will keep repeating this process."
"Don't worry, I have plenty of time."
He couldn't breathe, his face turned red, and a loud noise came out of his throat. Finally, he shouted, "Don't! Don't kill me! I said!"
The sand stopped temporarily, but it was still stuck around his neck, as if it was going to swallow him up at any time.
Nan Tong didn't put down her hand, just stared at him: "Tell me quickly, who ordered you to do that?"
The elder swallowed, the sand squeezed his chin and made his mouth tremble violently.
"Someone asked me to do it! But we have been enslaved by the Hebrew Empire for so long, and Egypt has never sent a single soldier!"
"The Hebrews have taken our land and burned our houses. Where is the Holy Pharaoh you mentioned?"
"He did nothing! We can only rely on ourselves, and the power of Apep, to drive the Hebrews out!"
"If you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for coming at this time!"
"We were not originally meant to deal with you, but with the Hebrews!"
He became more and more anxious as he spoke, and even his voice broke: "I don't want to betray Egypt, but it's good enough to keep the position of elder..."
"So, when someone showed me a way, I just... I did it!"
Remheb listened, his brows furrowed even more.
He took a step forward, stared at the elder and asked, "Who told you this so-called 'bright path'? Explain it to me clearly!"
The elder rolled his eyes, opened his mouth, and then closed it again.
Nan Tong raised his hand and the sand started moving again, climbing a few centimeters toward his chin.
The elder noticed the movement of the sand and shuddered in fear: "Don't kill me! I, I really don't know who it is!"
"As you can see, no one here shows their face. That's the rule!"
"They only said that as long as we awaken Apep, we can establish our own order and go to the final holy place!"
"The reason I did this was just to find a way out for everyone and myself!"
Nan Tong stared at him, his eyes narrowed.
But his hand did not move at all, and the sand was still stuck on the elder's neck, making it difficult for the elder to breathe.
Nan Tong walked up to him and looked down at him: "Elder, your life was saved by Remheb."
"If it weren't for him, you would have died long ago."
"But if you don't tell the truth, I will bury you here right now. You know I can do what I say."
When the elder heard this, he trembled even more violently.
The sand squeezed his neck and the sweat on his face flowed down his face, making the feeling of suffocation grow stronger as time went by.
He took a breath with difficulty. "I really didn't lie to you! The Hebrews have occupied this place for so many years, but I just can't accept it! I just can't accept it!"
"People here always get beaten every day and have no food to eat!"
"So, when someone came to me and told me that if I woke up Apep, I could drive the Hebrews away and take revenge on Egypt, I believed it!"
“That’s really the case!”
He paused and glanced at Nan Tong: "I don't know who they are either. They cover their faces and only show up at times like this, then leave quickly."
"I don't even know who he is!"
Remheb stared at him, into those eyes.
He didn't think at first that the black shadow was actually this elder.
"You are quite courageous, elder."
"Even though His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh was in the midst of war, he never gave up on Holy Egypt."
"You are so lucky that you just surrendered and became Egypt's enemy."
He turned his head to look at Nan Tong and raised his hand as if to indicate something.
Nan Tong didn't move, but raised his hand slightly. The sand pressed the elder's chin so hard that it became crooked.
The elder was breathless, "Everything I said is true!"
"Don't kill me! I really don't know who they are!"
Nan Tong looked down at him, moved his fingers, and the sand moved up a little, starting to rub the corners of the elder's mouth.
"I can't help it. Your actions today are treason."
"Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh did not even take a step back from the Hebrew angels, yet you think that the Apeph you believe in can bring you victory?"
"I'll ask you one last time, who ordered this? If you don't tell me clearly, I'll bury you in the sand."
The elder's eyes were bulging with fear, and sand had already covered his mouth. He opened his mouth and shouted, "I really don't know! They didn't show their faces, they just said they wanted to destroy Holy Egypt!"
Sand was stuck in his mouth, he was gasping for breath, his face turned purple, and tears came out.
Remheb stared at him and said slowly, "Master Nantong, if he doesn't tell the truth, there is no need to keep him any longer."
Nan Tong nodded and raised his finger. The sand moved up a little more, covering the elder's chin, leaving only his nose and eyes exposed.
The elder's voice came out from the sand at this time: "They, they went to another city!"
"I can take you there, and you can dress up as my magicians!"
"Now you know everything! Woo woo..."
Sand poured into his mouth, and then Nan Tong let him go.
The elder coughed violently a few times and felt that he was about to die.
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