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Chapter 617 The Legitimate Egyptian Power in Cairo (Resounding)

Riding on a 'mummy horse'

Amir sped towards Cairo.
This magical horse's defining characteristic is 'speed': it returned to the heart of Egypt in just half an hour.

As scattered buildings came into view in the distance, Amir had to stop the mummy horse he was riding.

If he just ran straight into the city like that, he would definitely be surrounded and even arrested, right?
"Let me see. I've got it."

As Amir opened the thick slate book in his hand, his gaze fell on a card.

"Dispel Summon,"

First, he made the 'Nightmare Horse' disappear, and then the boy placed his hand on a new card.

"Summon the Invisible Angel".

The next second, the air rippled like water, and Amir's figure vanished on the spot.

The 'invisible angel' he summoned possessed the ability to become invisible: it would also become invisible upon touching a target; otherwise, there would be a ridiculous scene where a bunch of equipment would run away on its own.

Using the characteristics of this summoned beast, Amir, who had become a transcendent priest, headed towards the refugee area in the southern suburbs of Cairo.

His power comes from Imhotep, and he also possesses the other's 'Gladiator's Book,' so he can be considered a 'trainee priest.'

"Ok?"

The further you go, the denser the streets and buildings become: apart from the 'modern' square reinforced concrete and tile structures, those with a little history are all Arabic-style domes: mosques and minarets, making unsuspecting people think they have come to the Middle East.

A gust of wind blew by, and the passerby tilted his head in confusion.

It looks like something ran past?
"You're scaring yourself."

Amidst the whispers of passersby, the invisible Amir had already strode quickly toward the 'refugee camp' where they were.

The city is surrounded by more than 20 million people. Located on both banks of the Nile, the city center is the most prosperous part of Cairo. It not only has high-end hotels and government offices, but the Nile River is also a beautiful sight at night under the lights: provided you can tolerate that strange smell.

However, other areas can only be described as 'old, dilapidated, and outdated,' with buildings of various eras and styles haphazardly piled up. Especially after the influx of a large number of Middle Eastern refugees, the situation can only be described as chaotic.

Even the Egyptian government attempted to replan and build a modern city in the 'new city area', but unfortunately, due to the arrival of the extraordinary era, it had to be shelved.

As for when work can resume, only God knows.

Returning to the 'refugee camp' filled with tents, Amir removed the 'invisible angel' and strode towards his living quarters.

?

something is wrong,
He was, after all, a superhuman, whose five senses had already surpassed the limits of humanity.

Although the heightened sense of smell caused discomfort, other senses such as hearing and vision were significantly enhanced.

Why are there fewer and fewer people in this area?

Even through the tent, he could vaguely sense whether there was anyone inside: and those suppressed breaths and rapid heartbeats didn't seem like those of ordinary people.
"Ali! Fatima?!"

Walking quickly to his tent, Amir didn't step inside, but instead called out his companion's name.

At such close range, he could already sense that there was no one inside.

tap tap tap,

I heard hurried, heavy footsteps behind me and all around me.

Without turning around, the sound of military boots hitting the ground made Amir sigh.

Is it still too late?
Damn it, the Egyptian government usually drags things out for weeks, how come they're reacting so quickly now?
The current situation was something I had anticipated on the way here;

Although Amir hoped he was wrong.

"bring it on!"

"Remove the gladiator panels—"

The huge stone book in his hand opened automatically, revealing stone slabs resembling door panels.

Besides a 'gravekeeper sorcerer' wearing a mysterious black robe, gold ornaments around his neck, and holding a crescent-shaped staff, there are also stone slabs depicting quicksand traps, a giant sphinx, and a chaotic scene.

Five stone tablets protected Amir in the center.
With just a thought, he can unleash summons, magic, or even traps.

brush--

The boy, who was on high alert, turned around and, sure enough, saw a row of soldiers!
But so what?
He was no longer an unarmed refugee, but an ancient Egyptian priest with extraordinary powers.

On the massive stone slabs floating around him, ancient sorcerers, quicksand traps, and giant sphinxes emitted a mysterious light, glaring angrily and stretching their bodies, ready to pounce out of the slabs at any moment.

Boom! !

A series of knee-slamming sounds rang out, so loud that even Amir was taken aback.

"Please calm down!"

These soldiers knelt on the ground, foreheads touching the earth, hands outstretched; their words, though pleading, were delivered with great force.

This is the ancient Egyptian 'prostration ritual,' a custom where people pay homage to the pharaoh or high priest, expressing submission or seeking protection.

"Your companions are all safe and sound and are currently visiting 'Mogama'."

Please believe us, we mean no harm!

???

Amir, bewildered by the sight of the soldiers kneeling before him, looked closely and noticed that these men were not carrying any guns, nor did they possess anything that could be called a 'weapon,' if their fists could be considered one.

"Are all my friends in the Mogama Building?"

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

The middle-aged general leading the group gave a resounding answer.
Aside from the 'Marshal' rank during the war, he was already among the highest-ranking military personnel in Egypt: he was the one who volunteered for this mission first.

Let alone whether those old generals can still kneel down, even if they have to kneel, it should be someone like him, young and strong, who should kneel down!

What's wrong with kneeling before the extraordinary? This is a rare opportunity in this day and age!

The general, who was respectfully prostrating himself on the ground, glanced over slightly.

All that could be seen were Amir's legs and the lower parts of several huge stone slabs floating around him.

Extraordinary! Extraordinary power!!

This caused his inner desires to surge like the overflowing Nile River.
The Egyptian government is indeed known for its 'slowness', but only in ordinary matters.

Given the terrifying mobility of the superhuman era, those who don't react quickly enough won't even know how they died: After discovering the eerie pyramid, the Egyptian government immediately dispatched reconnaissance aircraft at full speed to confirm the ground effect vehicle left outside the pyramid.

Following this lead, the government, operating at full speed, immediately identified Amir as their guide!

Almost at the same time that troops were sent to the pyramids, the friends who remained in the refugee camp were "invited" away by a large number of police.

This was a true race against time; even a moment's delay could result in thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands or millions of casualties. In particular, when the high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft sent in that direction transmitted back an image of a boy galloping on horseback, the Egyptian government was so excited that it almost jumped for joy.

Great! That's wonderful!

Regardless of how this 'Amir Karim Noor' acquired his supernatural powers, the government now only needs to consider one thing:
"Your Excellency, the car is ready. Please proceed to Mogama."

We need to welcome and win over this newly minted superhuman!
".good,"

Amir, having retrieved the several large stone slabs floating around him but still holding an open book, walked toward the soldiers who were respectfully prostrating themselves on the ground. At the end of the road they had cleared, a black government motorcade was ready to welcome him, with open car doors and a red carpet laid out on the ground.

This made Amir feel disoriented for a moment, and at the same time, he realized a fact once again:
I'm no longer a refugee!
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Mogamma Building
This is a landmark building in downtown Cairo.
The crescent-shaped building is fourteen stories high and extends to the left and right; it can accommodate more than 30,000 civil servants and was once the center of power in Egypt.

However, due to the large number of people handling their affairs, the narrow aisles and counters were often packed with people, and dealing with Mogama once became a nightmare for Cairo citizens.

Four years ago, the government offices relocated, leaving the space vacant. It was then converted into a hotel: the building is surrounded by the Grand Egyptian Museum and several high-end hotels; you can even enjoy views of Tahrir Square, the Nile River, and the Giza Pyramids from the windows.

Hundreds of millions of dollars were invested, and as a result, an extraordinary era arrived!
There are still many tourists visiting Egypt, but most of them head straight to the pyramids, temples, and ancient city ruins. Who has the leisure to come to a five-star hotel for entertainment?
Time is power, my friend!
In this extraordinary era, if you don't participate, plenty of others will.

So when Amir stepped out of the presidential limousine and saw this landmark building, he was slightly taken aback.

He never imagined he would one day step into this place. It was like two completely different worlds.
"Welcome, welcome!"

Just as the boy was lost in thought, a group of people quickly approached him, knelt down on one knee, and stood in front of him.

"Your Excellency Amir, your presence has brought joy to the entire Nile River."

???

Amir lowered his head.
He sized up the strangely dressed guys in front of him.

Wearing a sleeveless, tight-fitting white robe on the upper body and an exquisitely embroidered loincloth on the lower body; a huge gold necklace hanging from her chest, covering her shoulders; leather sandals on her feet, and eyeliner on her eyes—is this an ancient Egyptian nobleman who has traveled from some 'New Kingdom' era?!

wrong,

The middle-aged man leading the group has a distinctively broad forehead and a large mouth. Isn't that the president of Egypt?
"Mr. Cecily, what brings you here?"

"Ah, this is the attire intended to welcome you. You don't like it—?"

As he spoke, the president, who was seventy but looked as if he were fifty, made a gesture as if he were trying to take off his ancient Egyptian aristocratic attire.

"No, no, it's nothing."

Amir couldn't help but want to raise his hand to his forehead, but he stopped himself in the end.

"Please rise, sir; I am just an ordinary person and am not worthy of such a great bow from you."

No, no, no, how can you be considered an 'ordinary person'?
Now it's the Egyptian president's turn to complain.

This president is no weakling. Born a commoner, he entered a military academy at a young age, served in the army, became a battalion commander, and then climbed the ranks to become a military region commander and director of the military intelligence agency.
He ultimately won the presidency with a high vote share of 96.91%, and is now in his third term.

Under his leadership, Egypt may not be able to rival the major powers, but it has at least developed steadily, which is quite remarkable.

"Sir Amir, your friends are resting here; shall we go in first, or—"

"go in."

Faced with the president's respectful request,
Amir took a deep breath and stepped toward the massive building surrounded by coconut trees.

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"Mr. Ceci, thank you for your hospitality."

After meeting and comforting his terrified friends, Amir went alone to the reception room to meet with the Egyptian president again.

“I’m not an adult and I don’t understand politics, so I’ll just say it bluntly: Mr. President, what is your purpose?”

"Your conversation hit the nail on the head, Mr. Amir. You are a mature adult."

The Egyptian president, speaking with a smile, first complimented Amir before abruptly changing the subject:
"I'd like to know, where is that 'High Priest Imhotep' now?"

The troops sent out to inspect the pyramids naturally maintained contact with the rear: numerous cameras transmitted back everything they encountered in a clear and detailed manner.

This includes the pyramids turning into giants of yellow sand, the sandstorms engulfing everything with a wave of the hand, and the announcement of the 'High Priest's' return.

Despite being a mysterious and unknown language, its meaning resonated in everyone's minds.

"Lord Imhotep?"

Amir was well-prepared for the question posed by the Egyptian president.

“I am right here, right in front of you.”

"Any questions?"

The next second, a magnetic voice rang out from the boy's mouth: it was the unquestionable, commanding tone of someone in a high position.

"Now you can speak!"

"High Priest,"

Faced with the drastically changed Amir, the Egyptian president showed no sign of panic.

In fact, Egyptian government advisors had already simulated this scenario: supernatural occurrences have been happening for more than a year or two, and events in other places can serve as a reference.

The probability that 'Imhotep' is possessing Amir is 76.5%.

"Please forgive my intrusion, but I would like to know why you have come."

Previously, this president was able to kneel before Amir; now, he can face this high priest from three thousand years ago without fear.

Three separate instances of receiving over 96 percent of the vote prove that he is by no means a product of compromise.

"Are you the pharaoh of this era?"

Imhotep, who was attached to Amir, glanced down at him.
"Courageous,"

"Unfortunately, his strength is too poor, not even as good as an ordinary samurai."

That's right, this Egyptian president is also an extraordinary person!
However, a single bottle of extraordinary potion could only make him a 'Strong Dog Level' extraordinary being.

He had neither any other extraordinary encounters nor much combat experience, and given that he was already seventy years old, his strength was definitely insufficient.

The extraordinary desert is no joke.

"I am not the Pharaoh, but the leader elected by the people."

The Egyptian president remained unperturbed by the high priest's assessment.

"Extraordinary powers have been extinct for thousands of years. For a great figure like you to return, there must be an important mission, right?"

"You are very smart,"

The boy gave a compliment.
“I did come with a mission, though I care about other things more.”

"Since you are the one in power in this era, can you explain to me what those are?"

Pointing to a domed building outside the window, the 'young man's' strange words from above made the Egyptian president's pupils shrink and cold sweat trickle down his temples.

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Half an hour later,

Amir has returned to his friends, while the Egyptian president has urgently summoned all cabinet members.

"Pass down the order: government staff are not allowed to wear suits."

"You must appear in traditional ancient Egyptian clothing!"

"Women are prohibited from wearing headscarves and must replace them with wigs."

Egypt is an Arab country with a particular religion, and headscarves are almost an integral part of daily life; even the president's wife wears a full-face veil year-round.

But now, everything must change immediately: architecture, decor, and even language!

"Mr. President, the people—"

"The people will understand."

The president waved his hand and coldly continued to issue orders.

"Cancel all leave and put all military regions on standby!"

He climbed his way up from the ranks of the military step by step, and anyone who dares to voice any dissent at this point will face destruction.

"Personal sacrifice is always better than the destruction of a nation: all reforms begin with me!"

The president, now dressed in ancient Egyptian attire, stood up.

"We too have the blood of the Nile flowing in our veins; we are the rightful heirs of Egypt!"

Since 'God' will not perform miracles, they can only 'return to their nature': the president believes that if he dares to refuse, what will happen next is the scene of yellow sand destroying Cairo.

That's just how times are; what could he do?
Since we are powerless to resist, let's accept it positively; perhaps—

Can the revival of ancient Egyptian civilization be accomplished in our own hands?
(End of this chapter)