Chapter 380 Clearing the Clouds

Anubis's arrival was inconspicuous. Few gods cared about this remote and desolate underground world.

The boiling and flowing world power also concealed a lot of movement, especially the black and gold light that enveloped him. For the few beings who could perceive the collision of world power, this feeling was no different from before.

However, this was exactly what Anubis thought. He just wanted to spend some time in peace when he first came to a foreign land.

So he suppressed his previous doubts and began to think about the existence he should be wary of in the future.

Compared with Hemenu, which only had the Nile River and the desert flowing through the world, this world was still too big and mysterious for him. The broken memory of the red dragon could not let him understand the reality of this world at all. Many contents were like flowers in the fog.

So before developing the tribe to a certain extent, Anubis just wanted to hide underground and be a thorough hide-headed man while developing the dog-headed man.

"...Isis, I, the existence behind the dragon clan, I know of three outsiders, and I don't know if there will be others. Compared to Hermeneus, Chaos is much more open, and more powerful than him."

"According to the logic of the operation of a world, He should have received many more powerful outsiders before, otherwise my arrival would not be so smooth."

Anubis' eyes flickered slightly, and he felt that perhaps someone among the remaining nine pillars of gods could escape.

The battle between the two worlds was not a crushing end, and Hermeneus had some ability to resist from beginning to end. In this case, it is not surprising that someone could escape like him.

"Others are easy to say, everyone is here to escape, but I can't let Isis find my trace. If Ra survives, it's better to stay away from him."

He secretly thought, there is no need to say more about the former, the other party is a traitor, and although Anubis is the betrayed party, it does not mean that he can forgive you with a wave of his hand, and then the two sides will not interfere with each other.

He said that he didn't hate the other party, but would Isis believe it? Anubis himself wouldn't believe it anyway, not to mention that he was a fish that escaped from the terrible foreign god.

Although he didn't know what level of existence the other party was in this world, and what was Bira's status in Hermeneu, Anubis just wanted to stay away from Him as much as possible.

As for the problem of Ra, it was not that complicated. This was simply because Anubis didn't want to continue to mess with his old boss, nor did he want to attract too much attention from the local gods.

Once the king of the gods in another world, an existence above the true gods, if Ra died, it would be a natural end. If he survived, he would be like an oversized light bulb that could attract everything.

"In the final analysis, everything depends on the strength of the power."

"In my current state, there will probably be no weaker gods than me in the history of the whole world."

Shaking his head slightly, Anubis lost all authority and divine power and could only be tied to his race. His strength at this moment was as low as ever.

His race still only had a few eggs, and it was unknown how long it would take for them to reproduce. And most importantly, Anubis was surprised to find that in this alien world, the natural priesthoods born between gods could not be snatched from each other.

A god whose priesthood could not be snatched, was he still a god? For such a god, wasn't everything destined at birth? Anubis didn't quite understand this. You know, even the sun god position of Ra was snatched from the original god Atum.

Although Chaos' world was more powerful and orderly, the solidification of the priesthood really surprised him. This might be a good thing for the world, but it might not be for people like him.

"The only good news is that in the Red Dragon's impression, there is a kind of existence called 'totem spirit' and 'natural spirit' in this world. They are often originally beasts, plants or even rocks, and then for unknown reasons they have wisdom, thus developing beliefs, accepting sacrifices, and even being able to 'raise the country' and become gods."

"But this kind of existence seems to be able to be killed and their authority robbed."

The reason why the Red Dragon knew this in his memory was because he was attracted by the authority of a totem spirit that had not yet become a god.

In his impression, it seemed to be a humanistic priesthood called [Excavation]. The Red Dragon wanted to use this field to dig more treasures in the underground world, and by the way, to have more powerful power.

Now it is dead, but Anubis feels that this priesthood is destined for him.

"It just so happens that this is an underground world. As the birthplace of the dog-headed people, it is inevitable that excavation and smelting are needed. It seems that my luck is not that bad."

"The passage of time in Hemenu has been slower recently. I hope that before the end of that place, I can have a foothold here."

After making a decision secretly, Anubis hesitated for a moment, then he spread his dragon wings and gathered the eggs under him.

As a foreign god on his first day in Chaos, his first task was to hatch eggs.

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Shh——

Tick...Tick...

Hemenu, Set's fall is just the beginning.

In the black tide, it seemed that the breath of the spring of life on those humans was sensed, and several vacancies appeared in the tide, and no insects and ants were willing to approach.

And it was with this opportunity that Aaron successfully came to Kash.

Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for two legs to outrun horses, but in front of the insects and jackals everywhere, mounts become a burden.

After a short and thrilling fight, when Kash's weapon pierced the enemy's abdomen, Aaron finally succeeded in piercing his chest with a sword.

Tick-tock...

The blood flowed down the blade and splashed on the ground.

Aaron drew his sword and retreated. With a dull sound of "thump", Kash's body fell to the ground.

Looking at the corpse's wide-open eyes, Aaron covered the wound on his waist and abdomen. From the opponent's clothes and the items he carried, he recognized this sudden attacker.

The ruler of Nubia, the defeated general of Ramses II. Maybe just yesterday he was still imagining commanding the army to destroy the city and the stronghold, and after destroying the Hebrews, he would avenge his previous shame and defeat Egypt.

But now, he died so easily. There was no time to display his grand ambitions, and he fell in this inconspicuous corner.

"Sir, these insects are still attacking. Although there is no command, their movement lacks rules, but their numbers..."

"It doesn't matter."

Waving his hand to interrupt his subordinates, Aaron looked back at the towering tree.

In a short period of time, the tree has grown more than twice as tall, but there are more and more holes on it.

Rainwater seeped through it, and the sound of meteorites hitting continued, and even a few fell through the holes.

However, after just a rough estimate, Aaron felt that the problem was not big.

"It won't be a problem. God has seen our suffering. He has given the high priest more powerful power. This sacred tree that covers the sky is proof of it."

"Soon, this disaster will be declared over."

Speaking calmly, after this period of disaster, Aaron felt that he seemed to have grasped something.

"Maybe... there will be a great epidemic in the world soon."

"It's because of excessive rain, the lives that died, or it may be because of something else."

Before he finished speaking, Aaron saw the giant tree on the horizon tremble.

The tree shrank back and fell back to the place where it was born.

The rain in the sky lost its barrier, and the falling meteorites hit the earth directly. The earth without shelter seemed to be about to be flattened, but at this moment, Aaron smiled instead.

"This is the miracle that the Hebrews exchanged for their lives."

The next moment, the clouds in the sky were cut, and the falling meteorites turned into powder.

The sun shone on the earth again, and the rolling black tide fled.

The survivors knelt on the ground, devoutly thanking the gods for their protection; the corpses were exposed on the ground, white pieces.

Aaron waved slightly, signaling the people around him to approach him.

"Get ready to go back."

"Go back to the city and thank the high priest for the grace brought by the gods."

"... Yes, sir."

The surrounding soldiers looked a little strange. In their opinion, Aaron led them to fight the enemy and came up with various ways to solve the problem.

However, all of this was not as good as Moses' miracle. He only had to sit there and pray, and express his views with compassion, as if he was the savior.

If the gift of the gods did not fall on him, but on Aaron, would they not have to suffer so much and could have left Egypt long ago?

The answer was unknown, and no one dared to question it.

The soldiers began to collect the bodies of their companions and then returned to the city under construction.

They wanted to bury the bodies so that the souls of the dead could rest in peace.

…

Under the sunlight, cheers came from all over the city.

In the core of the new site of the city, Moses held the scepter that had returned to its original state.

Perhaps because of the nourishment of the fountain of life, or perhaps because of the watering of blood, the appearance of the scepter became more and more ancient and mysterious, and the power in it increased day by day.

When he realized that simple defense could not cope with the attack of natural disasters, and when he saw countless insects and ants pouring in from the outside world with the help of the perspective of the sacred tree, Moses subconsciously wanted to destroy them, and then he succeeded.

The giant tree turned back into a staff, and then burst out with power beyond his imagination.

The clouds were separated by Moses' will, the falling stars turned into dust, and the ant beasts that invaded the city were annihilated. However, holding this staff, Moses could not feel any happiness.

The more suffering one endures, the stronger the power of the staff will be. But Moses would rather it remain an ordinary piece of wood, rather than the holy object that can call the wind and rain now.

"Almighty Lord, is it true that our blood is born with original sin? Even with your great power, do we have to atone for our sins before we can be redeemed?"

Somewhat confused and at a loss, the smell of blood lingered around him. Moses didn't know how many of the hundreds of thousands of people died, but his intuition told him that this must not be a small number.

"... High Priest?"

"Yes, I'm listening."

When Moses came back to his senses from his trance, he noticed that someone had come to his side.

He was looking at him excitedly, as if worshiping the miracles displayed by Moses.

"It's like this, you just dispelled the disaster, and people in the city are celebrating. I wonder..."

"I will go, but it's not me who dispelled the disaster, it's God who dispelled the natural disasters created by the gods of Egypt."

He opened his mouth to correct, and Moses nodded in agreement.

He really should go to encourage people, because they have suffered too many disasters recently.

...

The sky, where the nine pillars of gods are.

It didn’t take long for only five of the nine pillars that originally stood between heaven and earth to remain.

Thoth escaped for the time being only because strictly speaking, there was no so-called victory or defeat between him and Isis.

In front of Ra, there were only three available gods, Osiris, the god of the underworld, Nephthys, the patron of the dead and homes, and Geb, the god of the earth.

The scene was a little deserted. Nephthys was silent, Osiris’ eyes flickered, and Geb seemed to be frightened. After all, his wife, the goddess of the sky, Nut, was captured beside him.

The prestige that Ra had built up over tens of millions of years was almost gone, and none of the remaining gods were willing to take action again.

Everything before seemed to prove that taking action was a precursor to death.

“It’s meaningless to delay. If we continue in the current state, when the world perishes, everyone will naturally be judged as the loser.”

Sitting upright on the celestial sphere, Ra said calmly.

He seemed to realize that he could not force the gods to take action, so he chose to persuade them with words.

"...But if we both have to die, dying late is better than dying early. And no one can guarantee that there will be no turning point in the future."

The field was quiet for a moment. Seeing no one to answer, Osiris did not look in the direction of Ra, but stared at Thoth on the opposite side.

"Besides, if there is anyone who is more likely to win the last game, isn't it you, Your Majesty?"

Among the remaining gods, Geb was at a loss, and he was afraid that he would not be able to escape death. Thoth might be Ra's diehard, and it is unknown whether he has any plans.

As for Osiris himself...he originally had no backup plan, but when he found out about Isis's betrayal, he suddenly realized that this might not be the case.

You know, who was the person who had prepared a wedding with Isis? Wasn't that him?

Although he later learned that it was just a substitute created by the other party to fake his death, it was precisely because of the other party's involvement that he, a god of agriculture enjoying the sun on the ground, became the god of the underworld underground.

If Osiris felt wronged before, and even secretly angry about Isis's foreign offspring from nowhere, it's another story now.

Traitors are good. When others suspect you are a traitor, you'd better be a real traitor, not a fake one.

From all the current signs, Isis has indeed boarded the ship of the foreign gods without knowing when.

As a member implicated by the other party, I don't know if I still have a chance to turn from darkness to light.