Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 680 - 239 Sacrifice_2

Sasa...

"Speak less, this is the will of All Gods, we just need to obey. Even if we die in battle, our spirits will be protected by God, and our names will be sung by others after death."

Somewhat gloomy, Senid stood up, watching the world under the curtain of rain.

Although he didn’t want to stay here, he was after all a devout follower of All Gods. Even though God did not destroy the Sin People immediately, it did not impact his faith.

After all, compared to All Gods and the Pharaoh, his vision was surely not as far-reaching—

"Hmm? What is that?"

Out of the corner of his eye, it seemed like he caught sight of something, Senid pointed into the distance.

At his side, Wadi also stood up alertly, complaints aside, he wouldn’t be careless when his life was at stake.

Sasa...

"Is that... the water turning black?"

From a distance, Wadi was somewhat uncertain for a moment.

The black tide slowly flowing from afar seemed different from other waters; it was heading straight for this city under construction.

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In their midst, an Egyptians’ camp was situated there, with thousands of soldiers stationed.

However, it looked like the rolling black tide had no intention of avoiding, but was instead charging right through.

"What is this thing, black but a tide... no, it’s an enemy attack!"

Upon closer inspection, Senid’s face suddenly changed. He still couldn’t see clearly what the black tide was, but he saw a pair of cavalry standing in the tide.

That was definitely something being manipulated, perhaps those were the legendary sorcerers? But no matter, the Egyptian army had not anticipated an attack from behind, they were wholly unprepared.

Or rather, in such heavy rain, the guards that should have been in place were hardly doing their duty, only the sentries watching the Hebrews were still trying their best.

"Quick, let’s go back—"

"Quick, let’s run—"

"Tatatata—"

"Lord Aaron, enemy attack!"

Pushing open the wooden door, the sentry said with a trembling voice.

While originally reviewing the construction plans, Aaron furrowed his brows slightly, feeling a bit surprised.

Were the Egyptians attacking? That shouldn’t be right.

The Pharaoh’s previous actions seemed more inclined to wear them down slowly, only delivering a fatal blow at the most critical moment.

As a result, Aaron had already advised Messe to abandon any illusions and simply break through with as many people as they could manage, utilizing his Scepter.

But Messe had stated he would never willingly abandon these people, to which Aaron had no solution.

But now, were the Egyptians unable to sit still?

"Go on."

With a calm tone, under which the young sentry also stabilized a bit.

"My lord, it was like this, I was originally on the lookout for any unusual movements from the Egyptians."

"But just a short while ago, I saw..."

"..."

"—what?"

Facing changing slightly, Aaron felt as though he was listening to a mythological tale from his childhood.

Swarms of snakes, insects, mice, and ants forming into an army, manipulated black tides, thousands of Egyptians nearly a third wiped out in the blink of an eye, the rest looking hardly capable of resisting...

"No."

Cooling down, suppressing the idea of reprimanding the sentry, Aaron suddenly realized he was now living out a mythological story.

A God’s followers faced accusations from barbarous nations, enduring trials and tribulations, eventually finding a way out under the Prophet’s guidance... Since this was a mythology, what else is impossible?

"Notify the guard to assemble, we must—no, the hastily produced Stone Spears might injure humans, deal with large beasts, but are useless against those rats and ants."

"Moreover, as they came from all directions, we can’t possibly cope with them."