Cairo.

The hot wind blows.

On the convertible off-road vehicle, Russell raised his hand, pressed his headscarf, and looked up at the yellow sand flying in the distance. The more you leave the city, the sparser the greenery. In the end, apart from the short bushes, there are only buildings standing far away.

In this ancient and closed country, everything seems to have nothing to do with outsiders.

The residents live peacefully, day after day, even if there are occasional travelers from afar, they can only enjoy the beauty here and cannot really enter their lives.

No matter how enthusiastic the smiles are, there will always be a gap between them.

Even people who go out to study or work occasionally rarely talk about life in their hometown with others, although there is no difference here and there.

Can't tell whether it is indifferent or arrogant.

The self-sufficient, self-reliant life is less than the outside world, and I don’t care about what is happening outside.

Under the control of Pharaoh, this country has stretched for thousands of years, and it is bound to continue.

But now, the mighty motorcade winds along the road and drove into the city.

Passing through the gates, in the end, only one car stopped in front of the last square.

The black robe old man who had been waiting for a long time looked unhappy.

"You guys are a bit late," he said, "it's almost out of time."

"Something happened on the road, sorry."

"I heard about the Golden Dawn. I did a good job, but I still can't use it as a reason."

The old man did not entangle too much on being late. After beckoning, he led the way and walked in a hurry: "You guy is never on time... Even if you don't look at the occasion, you still have to look at the person?"

"Russell, be serious. After you pass this village, there will be no such shop. You have to cherish the opportunity."

Russell was puzzled, "Why are you more anxious than me?"

"Maybe because I'm not a stupid idiot who always puts a **** that I don't care about on his face, but actually I care about dying, right?"

"Hey, we haven't seen each other for decades, can't you be kinder?"

"No, I'm not friendly."

The old man turned his head and glanced at him, "If time is not tight, I would still want to hit someone. Thirty years ago, I would just break your dog's neck with a stick."

I can feel the anxiety and urgency in the expression of the old friend.

"Well, my fault." Russell raised his hand and surrendered: "Actually, I have tried my best to keep the contract, but the **** of Golden Dawn always make trouble.

There are always accidents, my friend. "

"But there are some things that shouldn't be."

The host of the Egyptian pedigree, the high priest of Thoth said: "You'd better hurry, faster."

"what happened?"

"Your Majesty is going to fall asleep early. I don't know how long it will take to wake up next time." The high priest of God Thoth said, "The only thing I can arrange for you is this side."

"Thank you." Russell Surong expressed his gratitude.

"Before returning to Egypt, I was also a member of the Utopia. If you want to reorganize the pedigree of the kingdom of heaven, I will naturally not sit back and watch. But I am afraid that is the only thing I can do for you."

The high priest hurriedly said: "Half an hour ago, Your Majesty has just issued an imperial order to lock the border. Starting tomorrow... If you come one day late, I am afraid that you will not be able to enter the territory of Egypt.

This time in the battle of the worlds, Egypt will not participate in other than the necessary defense. "

"so serious?"

Russell was stunned: "What happened?"

"I don't know, but your Majesty has his reason for doing this."

The high priest's footsteps paused slightly, and finally turned back to remind seriously: "I know you like to tell jokes, but here, it is best to show respect... if you still want your Majesty to make predictions for you."

"I will."

Russell nodded, no more laughing.

In front of the dark gate is the last palace of the noble emperor in the world.

The mausoleum.

The palace of Pharaoh's death, or...the cage.

Waiting for him in it was the seventeenth Pharaoh named ‘Amenhotep’, and he was also the most far-sighted one among the many human incarnations of the nine pillar gods.

His talent is prophecy.

The established prophecy.

All the pharaohs far beyond, combined with many divinities, can be called absolute foreseeable power.

Anything he said will inevitably happen, and there will inevitably not be any discounts or reversals. There is no word game, nor any fluke.

An absolutely correct prediction.

Prophecy that cannot be changed.

But the price is far more divine distortion than the pharaohs of the past.

He was reticent throughout his life, and apart from a few occasions of will, he never said anything. Despite this, he was forced to live in the tomb in advance at the age of thirty-four, relying on the secrets in the pyramid. The meter suppressed the boiling blood in the body.

In the solemn chants and prayers, Russell took off his clothes, washed away the dust, and put on a robe.

Step by step into the darkness.

Without anyone's company.

Stepped into the huge maze alone.

The more you descend deeper, the greater the power you can feel. It was as if the hideous trapped beast was gasping in the cage, swallowing its own blood hoarsely.

Endure the pain.

The solemn praise and the rich incense can't whitewash the essence of this gradual solidification.

In the end, Russell even began to wonder whether he was walking in the present or walking through the palace of the ruler in hell?

Even more exaggerated than that...

What he had to face was the eternal emperor created by the divine power of the Nine Pillars God, the Pharaoh who had struggled for decades in the quagmire of solidification and distortion.

This creepy surging darkness is not a prop he used to deliberately mock the guests, on the contrary, it is to protect the guests themselves.

And now, after passing through the deep corridor, he finally came to the hall where the end and appearance were invisible.

Above the darkness, the dim light illuminates the outline of the throne and the thin figure.

His long hair is like flowing water, winding through the darkness, illuminated by the jumping lights, making it difficult to distinguish whether it is material or illusory.

Faintly transparent.

The face is blurred, no matter how intently I stare, I can only see an elusive shadow.

There are no courtesy officials, no followers, and no witnesses.

The declining pharaoh was far away from Russell.

There was a hoarse whisper from the high platform, like a dream, making people unclear.

"His Majesty."

Russell stroked his chest and saluted.

"The extra words... don't have to say more..."

The Pharaoh's voice echoed in the darkness, but he could not tell whether he was old or immature, thick or sharp, just like the darkness itself.

The emperor on the throne panted, enduring the distorted pain, "I know what you are here. I will respond to your request. But Russell, you have to be clear...The prophecy is not without cost."

He said:

"——The price of prophecy is the prophecy itself."

In the long steps, Russell smiled and nodded.

"I will be happy."

In the darkness, there was a long silence.

There seemed to be distant eyes down.

So cold, so indifferent, overlooking all the changes in the world.

Insight into the future.

At that moment, Russell heard a voice from the future.

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An hour later, the high priest waiting outside the tomb again saw Russell walking out of the darkness.

Smiling calmly.

It's like returning from an outing, relaxing and cozy.

At the moment when they passed by, the two nodded to each other and finally saluted. Without saying anything, the two who once belonged to the ideal country said goodbye, knowing that this would be the last time the two sides met.

The high priest walked into the darkness again.

And Russell went outside the palace.

Behind him, the gate of the palace was closed for the first time, and as he left, the ship of death turned into a phantom, disappearing into the eternal storm and mist.

Two hours later, Russell handed his and Marcus passports to the checkpoint for inspection. After being stamped, the last car left the border of Egypt.

The iron gates on both sides of the checkpoint slowly closed inward.

This ancient country once again locked its borders.

On both sides of the winding road, countless greenery gradually sprouted, and the wind blowing on the face seemed to have become gentle, blowing distant moisture.

"Spring is coming soon."

Russell raised his hand, put on his sunglasses ~lightnovelpub.net~ and unscrewed the radio, so in the rustle of electricity, there was singing from a long time ago.

I couldn't help humming softly.

In the co-pilot, the sleeping Marcus woke up and quietly looked at the scenery outside the window, with mottled white hair fluttering in the wind.

Hearing his vague singing, his muddy eyes seemed to become clear.

Back to the bright days of youth.

"Russell, are you happy?" he asked suspiciously.

"Yes."

Russell nodded happily.

Seeing him dancing with joy, the old man asked curiously: "What happened that made you smile so satisfied?"

"Nothing has happened yet, my friend."

Russell thought for a moment and nodded: "I just remembered something happy--"

"About the future?"

"Yup."

"About us?"

"Yes."

Russell smiled and replied: "About us in the future, as well as them...and, everything. Whether it is good or bad, it is expected.

As long as there is a future. "

He looked back one last time, and the ancient country gradually disappeared on the horizon behind him.

Withdraw his sight.

In this way, gradually go away.

Happy, can't wait, full of joy and expectation, greet their own future.

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"Russell, the heavenly pedigree will finally usher in a rebirth."

In that solemn palace like a tomb, the pharaoh, who had been imprisoned in the dark, awakened from a long dream and revealed a prophecy of the future.

He says:

"——After you die."

This is the best thing in the world.

After I die, there will be no more floods.

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