"Your forgiveness is a great gift."
"Your mercy is the holy light that illuminates all things."
"The storm will eventually subside, and Chaos will surrender."
Seth's voice no longer had the arrogance and contempt that it had just had.
And the golden light of Ramses flashed again between Set and the sarcophagus.
"Ennead, Set."
"Return, the banner of His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh."
As Ramses spoke calmly, the speed of the rolling dust around the sarcophagus began to slow down, and Set's figure began to shrink visibly.
He completely gave up resistance and allowed Ramses to infuse his divine power back into the mummy's body in the sarcophagus.
"What?"
"What is the situation now?"
"What the Desert and the Nile meant, could it be that this god will be accepted by His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh?"
A female warrior next to Marasia said.
She looked at the scene in front of her, and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly uncontrollably.
Of course, the reason for this is that just now this god was hunting down all the warriors of the Holy Egyptian Alliance.
If you get even a little bit close to a sandstorm, you'll be wiped out in an instant.
But in just one hour, the god became much more docile, and his appearance was completely changed.
Marasia raised the corners of her lips and shook her head gently, with a helpless but understanding smile in her eyes.
"Yes, he has agreed to submit to the Holy Pharaoh."
"Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh is still as merciful as ever."
Her gaze slowly moved downwards, finally landing on the Holy Pharaoh on the ground. Her pupils, which shone with the golden light of Ramses, flashed with undisguised approval and admiration.
The moment she saw the figure of the Holy Pharaoh, she couldn't help but sniff.
"Why in the world is there such a kind monarch?"
"The same is true for us in the Amazon, and for our friendly Maya country."
"Treat everyone in the Holy Egyptian Alliance the same way."
"Not conquering with force, but with a powerful, warm, irresistible gift that makes people willing to die for him."
As Malacia spoke, her voice became a little sticky, of course, that was because she was holding back her tears and snot.
But Marasia's voice caused the surrounding female warriors to be slightly stunned. After all, they had never seen this brave and warlike tribe leader show such a soft side.
The female warrior beside Marasia had completely lost all the murderous intent towards the enemy in her eyes. She looked at Marasia, sighed lightly, and then spoke.
"Yes, clan leader."
"Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh would rather walk into the sandstorm of that violent god."
"He would rather allow himself to be harmed than to summon the god of Holy Egypt and bring that god to his knees by force."
"This is the true meaning of defeating the enemy without even fighting!"
In addition to the Amazon warriors, many soldiers of the Holy Egyptian Alliance were also paying attention to everything that was happening before their eyes.
They looked at Set, who was gradually shrinking, with their eyes full of wonder and admiration.
"This is the merciful Saint Pharaoh..."
The Aztec leader, Montezuma, whispered in admiration.
"The ocean's mind is not even as broad as yours, young Saint Pharaoh."
The aged King of Atlantis raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the gradually shrinking Set with a look of compassion.
"The gods actually submit to His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh. It is true that seeing is believing!"
“No wonder His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh was able to awaken so many Holy Egyptian Ancient Gods in such a short time!”
"He is indeed not an ordinary person! He is a god!"
The Mayan leader Bigdik raised his hands high, cheering for the holy pharaoh to regain a powerful god.
Of course, although he lost a lot of soldiers, as long as Holy Egypt becomes stronger, Maya, as one of the members of the Holy Egypt Alliance, will naturally benefit.
Simply put, anyone who dares to attack Maya will surely suffer the wrath of Holy Egypt.
The wrath of the Holy Pharaoh!
So he cheered loudly, and the Mayan warriors behind him cheered too.
But on the other side, the Pope on the inner city wall looked pale.
His body was shaking violently, and he even bent over with a "vomit" and vomited out a lot of undigested things.
"The Pope! The Pope!"
"We...we might still have a chance!"
"You must not get angry! Your body's magic power is almost depleted. If you get angry again, your body will not be able to bear it!"
The Pope ignored the words of the two archbishops. He looked at Ramses viciously, and the bloodshot in his eyes covered the surface of his eyeballs like a spider web.
Veins bulged on his body, as if he would explode in the next second.
Even his body, whose magic power was almost depleted, began to emit a bloody mist.
Upon seeing this, the two archbishops were so frightened that they immediately took a step back, and did not even dare to step forward to hold the Pope's body.
"ah--"
"Your Majesty the Pope!"
“You…you can’t do this!”
The two archbishops began to be surrounded by red magical light, which was the result of them casting magic.
“Please stop!”
One of the archbishops said this, but the other archbishop had completely changed his appearance.
He frowned, and there was no awe for the Pope in his eyes.
"Stop begging!"
"He is planning to absorb our magic power and take our lives!"
"That's blood magic, it can't be stopped!"
When another archbishop heard this, he just uttered an "Ah" in surprise: "Why would the Pope do this?"
"You are the candidate for the next Pope!"
At this time, the Pope on the edge of the city wall turned around. At this moment, he was emaciated, like a skeleton, and even the close-fitting gorgeous robe on his body was about to slip off his body.
He just uttered long "uh" sounds one after another, like the cries of a dying person who is unwilling to give up.
"Although we consumed half of our magic power in performing the ritual, as long as we unite together, this old guy is nothing to be afraid of!"
"He doesn't have much mana left now, so we should act now!"
The frowning archbishop immediately unleashed scarlet magic power.
However, the Pope raised one hand, and his magic was completely stopped.
"Do it! You idiot!"
"What are you still hesitating about?!"
The archbishop, with a frown on his face, poured out his magical power, but beads of sweat immediately appeared on his forehead.
The other archbishop raised his arm.
However, there was no trace of magic power released from his palms.
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