"Sandstorm!"
Seth's voice tore through the night sky of Jerusalem.
At this moment, the yellow sand was surging like a raging wave, swallowing up the capital of the Hebrew Empire.
Under the moonlight, his figure was looming in the sandstorm, and everything around him that was visible to the naked eye was in a cycle of burning and extinguishing.
Wherever Set, the god of storms and chaos, went, the earth cracked and buildings collapsed.
"His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh has ordered! Avoid this desert god as much as possible!"
"He was summoned by evil magic and fell into a frenzy!"
"Don't get close, everyone retreat!"
The great Aztec leader Montezuma roared, and not far away, war horses without riders were neighing in fear on the shaking ground.
The movements of sandstorms around Set, the god of storms and chaos, are difficult to predict. Sometimes, they seem to suddenly have their own consciousness and rush towards the crowd.
Therefore, the army of the Holy Egyptian Alliance that occupied the outer city at this moment was just trying to avoid the God of Storm and Chaos as much as possible.
Their originally neat formation had long been torn apart by the raging sand, and traces of sand scratches began to appear on their armor.
"ah!"
“Damn it!”
At this moment, a barbarian soldier was hit on the back by bricks and stones blown up by the storm. He fell to the ground with a "bang" and barely managed to stand up after a few seconds.
As a result, the barbarian soldier was half a step away from the troops in front.
He was just about to move forward to catch up with the army when he suddenly heard the whirring and rustling sounds of a sandstorm.
It was the shadow of Set, the god of storms and chaos.
He was getting closer.
The moment the shadow fell, his armor suddenly began to weather.
The metal that protected the body was now peeling off like rotten bark.
He looked down in horror and found that his fingers had been rubbed to the point of bleeding, and even the flesh connected to his nails was curling up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The skin on his arms cracked inch by inch, and blood and flesh flowed out from between the bones.
"My body?!"
"save......"
He had just opened his mouth when the cry for help stopped abruptly.
His whole face suddenly collapsed, like a hollow sandbag.
The helmet fell to the ground with a clang, and was then blown up high by the violent sandstorm, before falling heavily again and breaking into pieces.
This scene was seen by Aztec warriors.
Those warriors who were originally charging in the front suddenly changed direction and ran towards the rear.
Not to commit suicide, but to rush towards the wounded soldiers lying in a pool of blood, or those soldiers who moved slowly due to injuries.
There was even an Aztec cavalryman who dismounted and reached out to grab a barbarian warrior who had been shot in the leg.
"Give me your hand!"
The sound of the cavalry came through the eagle head ornament on his head.
The barbarian warrior just stared blankly.
You know, the barbarians and the Aztecs were still killing each other's soldiers a few months ago.
Looking at the Aztec warrior, his bloody hand hung in the air, his arm stiff.
"What are you daydreaming about!"
"Do you want to die?"
The cavalryman grabbed his wrist, and the barbarian warrior's bone bracelet rubbed against the opponent's iron gloves, making a "cracking" sound.
"Now, we all belong to the Holy Egyptian Alliance."
"If you have any dissatisfaction, wait until the war is over!"
When the Aztec warrior carried the barbarian soldier onto the back of his horse, he cried out "Ouch".
But the Aztec warrior simply slapped the barbarian soldier on the back.
"Aren't you barbarians the best at enduring the pain from wounds? Hold on for me!"
The barbarian soldier's originally slightly dazed pupils suddenly focused, and he cursed something in the tribal dialect, but he still grabbed the Aztec warrior's collar.
"Mortals are nothing but ants."
The voice of Set, the god of storm and chaos, caused the stone slabs within a radius of 100 meters to crack.
"The gods are approaching again, hurry up!"
The soldiers quickened their pace. Behind them the ruins began to disintegrate. Wounded, immobile horses, their legs twisted like melted wax figures.
It could only watch its body disappear, unable to escape.
One soldier after another was swept into the sky, their armor twisted and deformed in the strong wind, and their screams were drowned out by the whistling of sand.
"The earth will tremble at my storm!"
Set, the god of storm and chaos, seemed to be laughing wildly, his power pouring out without restraint.
In fact, the divine power has not weakened, but is still increasing.
The city collapsed beneath his feet and the tiny people could only try to avoid his sharp edge.
At this moment, a ray of golden light broke through the sandstorm.
That was Ramses, the god of the desert and the Nile.
His figure swept across the battlefield like a meteor. Although his body was only the size of an ordinary person, the golden light on his body became incomparably dazzling.
It's like a little sun.
His golden skin glowed with a gleaming light, and his eyes were as dazzling as the sun.
Time froze under his feet. At this moment, he was light, a very fast light.
"Holy ancient god of Egypt."
"Set, the god of storms and chaos."
His voice pierced through the raging storm and reached Set's ears.
"The Holy King of Egypt commands you to stop immediately."
Seth turned his head suddenly, and the sandstorm around him became more and more violent.
He roared, and there was only chaos and destruction in his voice.
Obviously, that makes no sense.
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