Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 690 - 243 Dispelling the Clouds_2
Chapter 690: Chapter 243 Dispelling the Clouds_2
It was through this opportunity that Aaron successfully came up to Kash.
Normally, legs could never outrun horses, but in the presence of the widespread creatures, mounts turned into a burden.
After a brief and perilous scuffle, when Kash’s weapon stabbed into the enemy’s abdomen, Aaron also finally succeeded in running a sword through the chest.
Drip, drip…
Blood flowed down the blade, sprinkling droplets on the ground.
As Aaron withdrew his sword and stepped back, Kash’s body fell to the ground with a dull ‘thud’.
Looking at the bulging eyes of the corpse, Aaron covered the wound on his waist. From the opponent’s attire and belongings, he identified the sudden attacker.
The ruler of Nubia, a defeated general under Ramses II. Perhaps just yesterday, he had been reveling in commanding a massive army to destroy cities and settlements, and after annihilating the Hebrews, avenging his past humiliation, crushing Egypt.
But now, he died so easily. His grand ambitions had no chance to unfold and just like that, he had fallen in this inconspicuous corner.
“My lord, these vermin are still attacking. Although without someone to lead them, their advance lacks coordination, but their numbers…”
“It’s of no concern.”
Waving his hand to interrupt his subordinate, Aaron turned back and looked at that towering tree, as high as the clouds.
In just a short time, this tree had grown more than twice as tall, but the hollows on it had also become more numerous.
Rain seeped through, the sound of the falling Fallen Stars incessant, some even descending through the holes.
However, after a rough estimate, Aaron felt that the problem was not major.
“There won’t be a problem, God has seen the suffering we endured, He has already bestowed greater power to the High Priest, this sky-blocking Divine Tree is the proof.”
“Soon, this disaster will declare its end.”
Calmly opening up, after this period of ordeal, Aaron felt as though he had grasped something essential.
“Perhaps… soon there will be a major epidemic in the Mortal Realm.”
“It might be due to the excess rain, the dead lives, or it could be due to something else.”
Before he finished speaking, Messe saw the giant tree on the horizon tremble.
The great tree shrank back to its place of origin.
With nothing to stop them, the rainwater lost its obstacles, Fallen Stars hit the Mortal Realm directly. Without its shelter, the earth seemed about to be smashed into flatland, yet at that moment, Aaron actually smiled.
“This is the Divine Miracle the Hebrews traded their lives for.”
The next instant, the clouds above were cleaved, and the falling meteorites turned to dust.
Sunlight shone anew on the earth, and the dark tide scattered and fled.
The survivors kneeled on the ground, devoutly thanking the Deity for His protection; exposed skeletons whitened the surface.
Aaron slightly beckoned, signaling the people around him to come closer.
“Prepare to go back.”
“Return to the city, give thanks for the divine grace brought by the High Priest.”
“…Yes, my lord.”
The expressions of the surrounding soldiers were somewhat peculiar. In their view, Aaron had led them in fighting the enemy, devising various solutions to problems.
Yet, all of this paled in comparison to Messe’s divine miracle. He only had to sit there, pray briefly, and express his compassionate views, as if he were the savior.
If the gift of the God had not fallen upon him but upon Lord Aaron, would they not have had to suffer so much and could have left Egypt sooner?
The answer was unknown, and no one dared to question.
The soldiers began to gather the bodies of their companions and then returned to the city under construction.
They were to bury the bodies so that the spirits of the deceased could find rest.
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Sunlight shone down, and cheers came from all over the city.
At the heart of the new city site, Messe held the scepter that had returned to its original form.
Perhaps it was nourished by the Spring of Life or maybe it was because it was sprinkled with blood, but the scepter’s appearance became more ancient and mysterious, and its power increased day by day.
When Messe realized that simple defenses could not cope with the attacks of natural disasters and from the perspective of the Divine Tree, saw countless insects flooding in from the outside world, he subconsciously wanted to eliminate them, and he succeeded.
The giant tree transformed back into a staff, then erupted with a power beyond his imagination.
The clouds parted under Messe’s will, fallen stars turned to dust, and the invading ant beasts in the city were obliterated to ashes. Yet holding this staff, Messe felt no joy whatsoever.
The more suffering he endured, the stronger the power of the scepter became. But Messe wished it remained just a normal piece of wood, not the sacred artifact that could summon storms and rains as it now could.
“Sovereign Lord, do our bloodlines really carry original sin from birth, and even with Your almighty power, must we clear our sins to be redeemed?”
Feeling confused and helpless, the smell of blood lingered at his side. Messe did not know how many of the hundreds of thousands had died, but his instincts told him it was not a small number.
“… High Priest?”
“Yes, I’m listening.”
Snapping out of his reverie, Messe only then noticed that someone had come to his side.
The man was looking at him excitedly, as if in awe of the divine miracle Messe had displayed.
“It’s like this, you just dispersed the disaster, and all over the city, people are pouring in; I don’t know…”
“I will go, but it was not I who dispersed the disaster, it was God who dispelled the calamity created by the gods of Egypt.”
Messe nodded as he corrected him.
He indeed needed to uplift the spirits, as the disasters they had faced recently were too many.
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The Sky, the location of the Nine Pillars Spirit.
Not much time had passed, and of the Nine Pillars which originally stood between heaven and earth, only five remained.
Thoth had narrowly escaped disaster, simply because, strictly speaking, there was no winner or loser between him and Isis.
Before Ra, only three usable spirits remained: Osiris, God of the Underworld, Nephthys, goddess of protection for the home and the dead, and Geb, the Earth God.
The scene was somewhat desolate, Nephthys was silent, Osiris’s gaze flickered, and Geb seemed frightened, especially since his wife, the Sky Goddess Nut, had been taken right beside him.
The prestige Ra had built over ten thousand years was nearly gone, and the remaining deities were reluctant to act again.
Everything prior seemed to prove that to act was a prelude to death.
“There’s no point in delaying, maintaining this status will lead to the world’s end, and everyone will naturally be judged to have lost.”
Sitting on the Celestial Sphere, Ra spoke calmly.
He seemed to have realized that he could not force the gods to act, instead choosing to use words to persuade them.
“… But if death is inevitable, then surely it’s better to die later than sooner. And no one can guarantee that there won’t be a turn of events in the future.”
The place fell silent for a moment, and seeing that no one responded, Osiris did not look towards Ra, but stared at Thoth across from him.
“Besides, if one were to speculate who has a greater chance of winning the next round, would it not likely be Your Majesty?”
