"It's over! The flood is coming into the city! What should we do?"
"It's all over now... I've lost my home and my food..."
There were cries and shouts in the crowd, and everyone understood that it was too late to do anything now.
The city lord shouted loudly, trying to calm the troops: "Don't panic!"
"We still have a chance! We can still stop it!"
But this time, his voice was drowned out by the wind, rain and crying.
The flood has overflowed the base of the city wall, and the turbid waves are hitting the stone walls, making a roar like lightning cutting through the air.
The ditch failed completely and the remains of the dam were scattered by the water.
The soldiers tried to pile up new stones, but the water flow was too fast and the stones were swept away as soon as they were put down.
"Lord City Lord, it's useless!"
"The current is too strong, we can't stop it!"
The city lord looked at the scene before him and felt indescribably uncomfortable.
"Guards! His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh has asked us to protect this city!"
"Now, the flood is coming, we must be the first to fight!"
"Come with me!"
Upon hearing this, his guards immediately stepped forward and followed: "Yes! City Lord!"
He personally led the team to rush to the collapsed site. The flood had already reached their knees. The cold water carried the rubble and hit their bodies.
The soldiers tried to block the breach with stakes and rocks, but the water flow was relentless and they were unable to do so.
One soldier was even swept out of the city gate by the rapids, his head rose and fell in the flood a few times and then disappeared.
Seeing that the situation was out of control, another soldier grabbed the city lord's arm and shouted, "Lord City Lord, please retreat quickly! It will be too late if you don't leave now!"
When the city lord heard this, he angrily said, "Retreat?"
"The people are still on the high ground. As the city lord, where can I go?"
"Keep blocking it!"
"If we can't stop this, we'll die here!"
But the flood became more and more severe, and the gap became larger and larger.
The team was gradually dispersed and the soldiers were swallowed up by the water one by one.
The city lord stood in the front, holding a wooden stake tightly with both hands, trying to fix it.
"Lord City Lord, come back!"
An old man screamed, his voice torn apart by the wind: "You can't die!"
The city lord did not look back.
He felt the ground beneath his feet slipping and his body was almost carried away by the current.
The flood water hit his chest, freezing cold, as if it was going to drag him into the abyss.
Despair surged in his heart, and he was ready to die at the bottom of the river with Memphis.
"Well done, Lord of Memphis."
At this time, a voice came from above.
That is the Holy Pharaoh.
He, several others, and a god of golden light were standing on the head of a giant snake.
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