The Supreme Ruler in the Dark spoke as he slowly turned around and took a step towards the Pentagram Formation.
The old man's gaze stayed on the Supreme Ruler King. He could clearly see that the space around him was even slightly distorted with his movements.
There was actually a slight change in those scarlet eyes.
Then, the deep voice of the Supreme Ruler King once again echoed in this dark space:
"That Holy Pharaoh is no mortal."
His tone was so cold, and every word was filled with deep hatred.
The old man subconsciously tensed his body, because he knew that the enemy who could be mentioned by the Supreme King in such a tone was definitely not an ordinary person.
Not to mention, the other side defeated the Holy Pharaoh of the Hebrew Empire.
However, although he had heard many rumors about the Holy Pharaoh, the old man had never actually seen him.
"That holy pharaoh can create 'miracles' and awaken gods."
"You can even 'distribute' your divine power to others."
“But in the old man’s opinion, no matter how powerful he is, he is now completely incomparable to you.”
"Even if he is a god, he can never be your opponent."
When the Supreme Ruler King heard what the other party said, he actually snorted contemptuously.
"You think he is just a king with 'divine power'?"
The Supreme King said, sneering again.
This time, there was a hint of hatred in that sneer.
He will never forget that shame.
When the news of the Hebrew Empire's army's defeat reached the capital, it was a shame.
He can still remember that day clearly.
......
The blood-soaked messenger stumbled into the palace of the Hebrew Empire.
When the Supreme Ruler saw the messenger's eyes filled with despair and fear, he had already anticipated the outcome.
"Defeated! Our army was defeated!"
"The whole army... was completely wiped out..."
"The whole army was wiped out!"
The messenger's hoarse voice echoed in the hall, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell heavily to the ground.
The ministers in the hall were instantly in an uproar.
The counting sticks in the Chancellor's hand fell to the ground, and the old marshal staggered back.
Everyone's expression was one of fear.
"impossible!"
"We have the help of angels and gods, as well as an army of hundreds of thousands!"
"Even if the Greek Federation sees this amount of troops, they will have to give way!"
"How could it fail!"
The dying messenger simply raised his hands tremblingly, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.
"The gods...are all...defeated!"
"completely annihilated!"
Hearing these words again, the Supreme Ruler King on the throne slowly stood up.
No one dared to look him in the eyes.
There was an eerie silence in the palace as everyone just knelt down before the Supreme Ruler King.
"Block the news."
Although the Supreme King's voice was eerily calm, he was already somewhat unsteady on his feet.
"Anyone who knows about this is confined to the palace and is not allowed to go out."
"The defeated army is not allowed to enter the city."
"Send the order immediately!"
But it's too late.
At noon, the scattered remnants of the army staggered onto the outskirts of the city.
Most of them were burned beyond recognition, with festering flesh exposed under the charred armor.
Some people were wailing at the city gate while holding their broken arms. Many more people were repeating with dull eyes: “All dead… All dead…”
The bazaar in the royal capital instantly fell into chaos.
The vendors were busy packing up their goods and mothers were dragging their children home.
Even the drunkard in the bar suddenly sobered up and stumbled towards his home.
By evening, the wailing had echoed throughout the city.
The families of the fallen soldiers gathered outside the military camp, the women tore their hair and the old men beat their chests and stamped their feet.
The most horrific thing is the families who have not yet received notification of the deaths.
They stood silently on the street corners, their eyes fixed on every herald that passed by.
Deep inside the palace, the Supreme King was alone in the palace.
He first stared at the map in silence, but suddenly tore it into pieces in anger.
And the regiment, which symbolized the Hebrew army, was trampled under his feet.
"Holy Egypt!"
"Holy Pharaoh!"
Even the guards outside the hall heard a terrible shattering sound coming from inside. It was the sound of the victory monument being smashed, which had been passed down for hundreds of years.
At dawn the next day, people found the palace gates closed.
What’s even more horrifying is that all the generals who participated in the formulation of the battle plan were found to have committed suicide at home.
From that day on, the gate of the palace was never opened again.
......
When the old man heard this, his expression became a little solemn.
He had heard of that battle. Of the tens of thousands of the most elite troops of the Hebrew Empire, only a thousand returned alive.
"So, you have to understand that the most terrifying thing about the Holy Pharaoh is not his 'divine power'."
The High King stood up suddenly, darkness surging around him like a living thing.
“It’s here.”
As he said this, he tapped his temple.
The old man looked at the expression of the Supreme Ruler King and just nodded thoughtfully.
"Now, why do you think he is sitting outside Hebron?"
"If it were any other leader, they would have already begun attacking Hebron by now."
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