Ramses' eyes flickered, and he was sure that the other party had indeed lost his mind as the Holy Pharaoh said.
Then, with a flash of golden light, he moved close to Set's side.
His movements were so swift that they did not even cause a disturbance in the storm.
Set roared and stretched out his arms, and a deadly wind and sand immediately swept towards Ramses.
But Ramses had already predicted it, and his figure flashed like a phantom.
"You shouldn't vent your anger here."
"Come back to the great, Holy Pharaoh—"
Ramses whispered, his tone gentle, firm, and unstoppable.
At this moment, he took action.
There was a flash of golden light, and Ramses' palm gently touched Set's chest.
That palm was stained with the blood of the Holy Pharaoh.
In an instant, the raging storm stopped for a moment.
The pupils of Set, the god of storm and chaos, contracted violently, and his dusty body trembled slightly.
His roar gradually turned into a low whimper, and the chaos in his pupils slowly faded away, replaced by a gradually obvious clarity.
"Where is this?"
What kind of voice is this god? It sounds like the echo coming from the abyss.
Suddenly, the power of Set, the god of storm and chaos, began to decline rapidly.
"God of the desert and the Nile!"
"OK!"
Nan Tong's eyes flashed with magical energy. He used his magic power to throw a heavy stone coffin towards Ramses in the air.
However, to be precise, it should be a mummy.
Lin Ke's grandfather.
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