Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 710 - 252: Sunrise and Sunset

Chapter 710: Chapter 252: Sunrise and Sunset

“Messe!”

Calling out the name again, Aaron still couldn’t believe what he had seen.

A meeting, a joyful encounter reflected in the other’s eyes, the cost was life itself.

Just a simple sword strike, and the prophet who once could summon the wind and rain was dead. Aaron had foreseen the Pharaoh’s betrayal, but he had never expected such a result.

Swish—

The sword sliced through the air, stabbing an Egyptian guard through a gap in his armor; only the ministers who followed the Pharaoh remained before Aaron.

However, these powerful figures were just as panicked, clearly, they too had not anticipated the Pharaoh would do such a thing amidst the encirclement of the Hebrews.

Even if in their eyes, these sin people merely scavenging for arms were insignificant, this did not include letting them personally face danger and charge into battle.

The son of great wealth does not sit in a hall that collapses, the son of lesser wealth does not ride an unstable horse, and a wise ruler does not seek fortune by courting danger; although such sayings do not exist in this world, their logic does.

“What should we do now, tell me, what should we do now?”

“They have so many people! This is their turf! How could you kill their leader here, how are we supposed to escape now?!”

The voice was a bit strained, life-and-death battles unfolding before their eyes, in terror, even the Pharaoh’s dignity was forgotten.

But ‘Ramses’ paid no attention, these ignorant mortals weren’t worth his words.

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He just took a step forward, approaching the scepter standing on the ground.

Without its master’s handling, this previously mighty divine artifact now seemed as mundane as anything else. Reaching out, ‘Ramses’ tried to grasp it in his hand.

However, the next moment, as if he had touched red-hot metal, he quickly released his hold.

“…This sensation, it’s somewhat peculiar.”

“Forget it, now is not the time. Once other matters are dealt with, you won’t have anywhere to run.”

Frowning slightly, as if he had noticed something amiss, ‘Ramses’ ultimately refrained from forcibly picking up the scepter.

The changes now were favorable, the onslaught from the alien realm briefly pausing; he truly did not need to provoke Him now, regardless of whether the outcome would be good or bad.

“Heh, I’ll leave him to you then.”

Glancing at Aaron in the distance, ‘Ramses’ surveyed the ministers present.

Panic, anger, blame… truly inferior.

With a thought, the light of the Benben Stone no longer fixed on the quiet scepter, it began to emit a more intense buzzing sound.

Moments ago, the minister who had spoken out in rebuke suddenly awoke; it was no longer the past, the Pharaoh now possessed divinely bestowed power.

He wanted to say something, but ‘Ramses’ still ignored him.

Although most of these people were of little use, they could still be utilized for something.

Just let them fight it out, whether dead or alive, it didn’t matter.

A bright flash of light passed, and instantly, half the people in the place were gone, only those who had shown disrespect in the crisis of life and death remained.

Those who left were but a daze away from the exteriors of Sun City, where the Egyptian army camp was located. Following that, a command drifted through the air.

“Deploy troops.”

“I have mercifully forgiven these sinners, allowing them to leave, only to judge a worthy deceased. But they dared to resist, that is a capital offense.”

“Dispatch all soldiers, dispatch all Egyptians capable of bearing arms, kill these law-breaking sinners. Not a single Hebrew shall remain.”

Giving still useful people a task, ‘Ramses’ pointed a finger.

The Benben Stone immediately emitted an unprecedentedly bright light, echoing the increasingly intense sun in the sky.

Then it transformed into a streaming light, heading straight towards the direction of the sun.

The Mortal Realm ended, what remained, was God’s.

…

Cling—

Light connected heaven and earth, mixed with various cries.

Aaron parried the last guard’s weapon with his sword, stabbing into his vitals.

Amid heavy panting, Aaron saw the ascended Benben Stone and ‘Ramses’.

Legend had it that this was the Egyptians’ Gate of Heaven, connecting heaven and the Mortal Realm. Those who passed through it would partake in divine authority, and now, the legend seemed to have merged into reality.

But Aaron didn’t care about that, he strode forward, no one daring to stop him anymore.

He walked to where Messe’s body lay on the ground, staring at the blood that pooled around him. Hesitating, he finally extended his right hand and grasped the scepter.

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…

Three breaths passed, and nothing happened.

“… so it really is like this…”

His expression changed, and although he had anticipated this, it was only when the result actually occurred before Aaron that he had to accept this fact.

In his hands, the divine scepter was just a wooden stick. The powerful strength it once had was now gone.

Swipe—

With a sweep of his sword, he decapitated an Egyptian trying to ambush him. Aaron took a deep breath and shouted, “Gather, kill them, and then break through!”

“The Egyptians will not let us go, only by escaping their encirclement do we stand a chance!”

He hung the scepter at his waist and lifted Messe’s body on his back; with just a thought, Aaron knew where they needed to go.

Messe had told him, he had once seen a bush on a mountain, burning without being consumed and had received a divine revelation in the flames. He wanted to return there to explain the disaster they had encountered to God.

“Egypt… I will return.”

“And if I don’t, my descendants will.”

Looking back at the land one last time, Aaron turned and walked away.

He did not know how many people could successfully escape from the Egyptians’ pursuit, during the chaos even orders were hard to convey.

Hopefully not too few, the dangers along the way were still unknown.

…

In the starry sky, peace prevailed.

Unlike Chaos’s vast and expansive starry sky, Hemenu’s was so much smaller.

Without countless celestial bodies, only a few stars were the descendants of former Celestial Gods and Earth Gods.

Here, the Sun was the center of everything, nothing could compare with it.

Sitting on his golden throne, with the orb of the day sinking behind his head, yet at its center, a small point of light had appeared.

The Benben Stone was releasing its power there, after all, it did not possess great destructive power. As one of the first treasures born in the world of Hemenu, it was not designed for destruction.

The Oracle Stone Tablet could reveal fate and sustain everything, whereas the Benben Stone symbolized the source of all creation.

Rising from the Primordial Water, it had brought the world its initial vitality. Therefore, as long as it hung at the back of his head, La’s strength would never fade.

“It’s about time, that side’s power has reached a peak once again.”

“The fall of merely one or two Pillar Gods is no longer enough to grant me more power from the world, especially as the onslaught from the Alien Realm is waning, and the Outer God seems not in a hurry to reclaim the authority lost upon their fall.”

La’s designation of the Great Divine Power Level was just Laine’s own assessment, naturally unknown to La in Hemenu’s world.

He derived these subjective judgments by summarizing the different extents of greatness among Chaos’s strengths, while previously among the Egyptian gods, only La and Apep belonged to this realm, so it was beyond his measurement.

But now, with the continuous infusion of power from The Eight Primordial Spirits, La was gradually developing his own standards.

If he combined the two corresponding forces among The Eight Primordial Spirits into one, that would probably be the pinnacle of Great Divine Power. La even suspected that once it reached that point, the unified Eight Primordial Spirits might possess some higher-level characteristics related to the world’s root forces.

As for the complete unification of The Eight Primordial Spirits… it was almost synonymous with Hemenu itself. After all, ‘Hemenu’ is the literal transliteration of ‘The Eight Primordial Spirits’.

“The best outcome is that I fully embody the Absolute Void’s power and then forcibly control a portion of the Primordial Water through the Benben Stone—though the likelihood of achieving this is not great, it can only be seen as a goal.”

“A lesser outcome would be inheriting just the Absolute Void, which remains very difficult.”

“But difficult… is not impossible!”

Golden flames blazed fiercely, one moment it was only the sun, and the next, it was the entire starry sky.

La reached out, and Hemenu’s moon rose from a corner of the starry sky. It stood firm like a shield in front of the sun, many times its size.

Thoth was also once the ancient Moon God, preferring to walk the earth in the form of a baboon.

But he had since lost this authority; La had planned to bestow it upon a suitable new god, but it now seemed unnecessary.

It should be destroyed, smashed by the hands of an Outer God, because his power was still not sufficient to oppose an Outer God.

So right before La, Hemenu’s silver moon burst like a fragile bubble, effortlessly snuffed out.

“Heh…”

“Light—!”

With the Silver Moon and Stars shielding him, the heavens and the earth had already been plundered by the Outer God. At this moment, after so many years, the God of Sun once again exhibited all of his power within the world.

Boundless light, boundless heat, the Great Day was now the center of everything, and all things in the world revolved around it.

The lack of various authorities in the world was a loss, but in a way, this also made the Sun occupy a larger position in the remaining part of Hemenu.

Whether in heaven or the Mortal Realm, whether on earth or in the Void that confined the World-Destroying Demon Gods, at that moment, all life saw that bright light…

And the sound that followed.

“Separate.”

God saw that the light was good, and He separated the light from the darkness.

Over the Primordial Water, just as in the beginning.

Whether it was Messe’s death or the retreat of the world’s power, neither stirred a ripple in God’s heart.