Amid the crowd's admiration, Malacia turned her gaze in the direction of Lin Ke.
The great Holy Pharaoh just stood not far away like a statue, quietly watching the scene in Jerusalem.
The expression on his face was still as calm as ever.
The Holy Pharaoh's deep eyes reflected the fire in the distance, as if they contained the entire starry sky.
Malacia found that she couldn't look away at this moment, her eyes were completely attracted by that figure.
She just felt that even the word "legend" was not enough to match the name of the Holy Pharaoh.
"Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh..."
She whispered a few words and quietly observed Lin Ke's posture.
“Dongdong…Dongdong…”
Malacia suddenly found that her heartbeat began to speed up, and a strange emotion was brewing in her chest.
She turned her head at this time and saw that everyone was still discussing, so she dared to look at where the Holy Pharaoh was.
She saw the moonlight outlining the profile of Lin Ke's face.
Those lines seemed to be carved by the most skilled craftsmen, so perfect that they were beyond mortal imagination.
Of course, it is also possible that after going through so much, Marasia feels that His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh is becoming more and more charming.
But that is neither shyness in front of a loved one, nor admiration in front of a leader.
It was a feeling that Malacia had never felt before.
After all, she was a leader in her own right, and she had never looked up to anyone like this before.
Just then, Marasia noticed that the Holy Pharaoh exhaled softly.
The gently rising and falling chest and the slightly trembling facial wrinkles all made Malacia feel her heart beat faster for no reason.
"Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh...how did you do it?"
"You not only possess unparalleled military talent, but also possess such a subtle wisdom that can see into people's hearts."
"The leaders and emperors I have seen are either smart and hesitant, brave and reckless, or calm and clumsy."
"They become leaders because of some outstanding qualities in them and their special identities."
"But why are you so different?"
"You seem to have all the good qualities without any flaws or weaknesses."
"Perfect is the word that was created for you."
Malacia whispered softly, her eyes now reflecting the stars in the night sky.
And in the center of those stars, His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh stood there.
Lin Ke's figure was reflected in Marasia's eyes, surrounded by starlight.
"Ah...Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh."
Lin Ke seemed to have realized something at this time. He turned his head slightly and his eyes happened to meet Malacia's.
At that moment, Marasia felt a current running through her body, and she quickly turned her head to hide her overly eager gaze.
When she mustered up the courage to look up again, she found that the Holy Pharaoh had turned his gaze back to the city.
Marasia found herself still staring at the figure, unwilling to look away for a long time.
She gradually realized that it was not just admiration, but a kind of respect and yearning that belonged to her.
The existence of His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh itself is a kind of meaning to Malacia.
"Clan leader?"
Ramses moved closer to Marasia, lowering his voice, and Marasia seemed to come back to her senses.
"Oh, I'm fine."
She moved her eyes, finally stopping on Montezuma's lips, which were moving rapidly up and down.
"...That is why the decision made by His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh is so extraordinary."
“He abandoned all so-called traditional means and ruled not through fear and violence, but quite the opposite, by giving hope and dignity.”
“It completely overturned my understanding of power.”
"I never thought that there would be a winner or a king who would take the initiative to offer such generous conditions to the enemy!"
"According to common sense, this kind of goodwill will only encourage the enemy's arrogance, and may even backfire on them."
"But look at the reaction of the Hebrews. Not only did they not take the opportunity to cause trouble, but they worked harder than our soldiers!"
“It’s unbelievable!”
After hearing this, Arthas just smiled and nodded: "This is exactly the wisdom of His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh!"
"His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh has always acted in this way. He has long seen through the surface phenomena and looked directly at the core of the problem."
“When a person knows that he and his family can survive and live a dignified life, the will to resist will naturally weaken.”
"This kind of guidance is more effective than forcing."
"However, if this kind of guidance is not done carefully, it is very likely to lead to completely different results."
Arthas' words quickly won the approval of the leaders, and several leaders nodded.
"Yes! When I first heard the decision of His Majesty the Saint Pharaoh, I was a little surprised."
"But now it seems that His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh's foresight far exceeds ours!"
As they talked, they went to a high place and cast their eyes on the busy figures in the city.
"Look at their current state. They are completely different from the prisoners we saw when we entered the city yesterday."
King Arthas of Atlantis said this, and he even shook his head a few times with a smile on his face.
"When people know they can have enough food to eat, they are always particularly motivated."
"To be honest, my subjects are the same."
"The food from His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh has just arrived in the Mayan rainforest, and even my people have kowtowed to His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh to express their gratitude."
"Survival is more important than anything else!"
The words of Mayan Lord Bigtik made all the leaders nod their heads.
At this moment, the eyes of several leaders turned to a special building in the city.
In the devastated urban area, the building stood almost intact, and its unique shape was particularly eye-catching in the moonlight.
The pointed top, the regular geometric shape, and the rhythmic arched structure.
"What building is that?"
“I’ve never seen a building like this.”
Montezuma was the first to speak; he was somewhat curious about the novel building.
Marasia stared at it for a while. "It looks like some kind of sacrificial site?"
"No, it's not a sacrificial site, what is it called..."
Marasia closed her eyes and fell into deep thought, and Ramses' voice soon came.
"church."
As soon as Ramses finished speaking, Marasia's eyes widened and she nodded her head several times: "That's right! That's right!"
"That's what I'm saying!"
But the two leaders who were born in the rainforest and jungle had no idea what the "church" really represented.
Of course, the Barbarian King also had a similar reaction.
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