I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 618 The Cycle of Gods
Tokyo,

Egypt announces nationwide infrastructure boom?

"Including but not limited to the construction of large stepped temples, city rivers, and giant seated statues."

"At the same time, corresponding regulations will be introduced for the clothing of all social classes, requiring all Egyptian citizens to pay attention to their attire—"

After putting down her phone, Qiongmei turned to look at You behind the desk.

"There's definitely something wrong here!"

"Yes, it's obvious."

Knowing full well what was going on, You pointed to Qiong's phone.

"There is only one possibility for the Egyptian government to change its faith on such a large scale in just a few days."

Ancient Egypt has descended upon us with extraordinary power!

Egyptian government sliding rails,

"Won't the surrounding countries be terrified?"

Regarding the changes in Egypt, Yu, who was thousands of miles away, was able to 'guess' it; other countries were not fools either, and naturally they could also figure it out.

The Arab League has lost a stronghold! Persia wanted to take the lead, but lacked the ability; moreover, ancient Egypt had enemies with almost all the surrounding countries, so the region was probably in a state of fear.

"To be able to pull off such a massive operation, is it a Demon-level monster?"

"Not always,"

Yu stroked his chin at Qiongmei's assessment.

However, whether it's a ghost or something else, it's a devastating blow to that area.

The major powers managed to get a share of the spoils from island nations and non-Libyan waters, although some, like England, were nearly wiped out. But as time went on, sporadic Tiger-level masters gradually emerged, especially after this 'King of Fighters World' disaster, which yielded considerable gains.

Because a certain 'demon god' took environmental protection as his responsibility, unlike 'heaven' who fought recklessly, no aftereffects were caused.

What? You're asking about people living in the Far East and Alaska?
Alas, some sacrifices are unavoidable.

Besides, aside from the unlucky people located on the 'cutting line',

The others rose into the sky at an altitude of 10,000 meters along with the mainland and are now happily playing with the giant insects. They're still alive, aren't they?
In fact, upon receiving the distress signal, the Great Mao was actively dispatching troops to the Sky Continent; ostensibly to rescue the residents, but their intention to seize the opportunity to capture giant creatures was all too obvious.

Of course, if you accidentally offend the 'Eight Heroes', that's another story.

Besides this sky continent, there are also those fighters!
Under pressure from numerous countries, Iori Kazuka reluctantly released the 'foreign' fighters.

These fighters were immediately escorted back by their respective national heroes and treated as honored guests: What? Someone was killed in the match? No big deal! What? Want to form a band? Musicians from all over the country are welcome to choose! As long as it's not against humanity, any request is negotiable.
To the surprise of many countries, these fighters all possessed shockingly high moral standards.

Moreover, before they could even speak, they all started their own schools and began taking on disciples and teaching, without holding back their knowledge, instantly creating a global trend of martial arts learning.

Life goes on, the fight never ends. This 'ideological imprint' secretly added by someone is almost engraved in the souls of these fighters: besides, in this era, you can't survive without fighting.

Unfortunately, there aren't many fighters in that region of the Middle East.

Besides, even if it exists,
It was impossible to stop that high priest.

"In short, that's something that happens thousands of miles away and has nothing to do with us."

The straight-line distance from Tokyo to Cairo is about 9500 kilometers. It's impossible for that high priest to conquer the island nation without having to fight his way through the Middle East, Persia, and Bharat.

Moreover, You knew very well that whether it was a task given to him by the 'god' behind the High Priest or his own selfish motives, he would never come here.

"The main theme of the Egyptian pantheon is 'reincarnation,' and things will soon get lively over there."

"We just need to watch the show,"

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"The main theme of the pantheon?"

Upon hearing this word, not only Qiongmei, but also Yiye and Xiaoying, who had come here to play, perked up their ears.

"Well, you can think of it as a kind of 'style' or 'rules'."

To make it easier to explain, Yu held up one finger.

"For example, island nations,"

"The main themes of the pantheon are 'eternal lineage' and 'staying at home'."

Not only are the gods and royalty reclusive, but the island nation is also extremely closed off: if it weren't for the 'black ships' attack, it could have remained closed off forever.

For example, the Norse pantheon: battles of honor and the inevitability of Ragnarok.
The Persian dualism of good and evil gods.
As for the Greek pantheon?

It's probably just fate and 'silver party'.

“And the main theme of the Egyptian pantheon is ‘reincarnation’.”

"Life and death, sun and night, are an important part of Egyptian mythology."

Even Ra, the so-called creator god, loses much of his power with the arrival of night; this is the core of Egyptian mythology: 'reincarnation'. This concept can even be expanded upon:

"The decline of ancient Egypt is also a kind of cycle."

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"So, is Egypt's rise now inevitable?"

Yu simply shrugged indifferently at Qiong's conclusion.

"That's hard to say, after all—"

The world isn't just about the Egyptian pantheon.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Cairo,
45 kilometers to the east, in the new urban area.

This area, known as 'New Cairo,' is a newly built district in the desert by the Egyptian government to address the problem of overcrowding in Cairo.

Construction has been underway for ten years, and although government departments have moved here, 20 million Cairo residents are still crammed into the 'Old City' along the Nile River and are unwilling to relocate.

But now, with the 'help' of machine guns and tanks, a large flow of people began to move in this direction. Moreover, these people were all dressed in simple white robes and long skirts, making it look like a large-scale period drama filming set at first glance.

However, those who were able to "respond" to the government's relocation at this time were actually civil servants, wealthy people, and certain well-informed individuals.

In short, they are all from the 'elite' class.

"Your Excellency, there are not only 'Nine Pillars Gods' in the world."

Inside the new government building, a group of people anxiously offered their advice to the president, who was dressed as an ancient Egyptian nobleman.

"If God returns, how should we conduct ourselves?"

Other countries might just watch the spectacle from the news, but for the people living in this country, it's like the sky has fallen!

The scriptures they had recited their whole lives were abandoned, the temples where they prayed every day were to be renovated, and they couldn't even wear suits anymore—these elites weren't stubborn, and they weren't prepared to defend their 'faith' with their lives.

But if 'God' returns, their current behavior will change.
"Gentlemen, does anyone think we have the right to bargain?"

The man sitting behind the president's desk stood up, adorned with gold and jewels, looking like some kind of nouveau riche.

The main god of ancient Egypt was Ra, the sun god. Anything associated with the sun and light was considered beautiful and valuable: precious metals, gemstones, and bright, sparkling eyes were all seen as objects of beauty. Therefore, the ancient Egyptian nobility's glittering attire was not a display of wealth, but rather a reflection of their religious aesthetic values.

"This is not a political negotiation, not a compromise."

The president raised his hand and pointed out the window: the Grand Mosque, originally intended as a landmark building for 'New Cairo' and covering an area of ​​45 square meters, has now been transformed into a giant golden pyramid. The ability to make such a dramatic change in an instant is, of course, the work of a certain high priest.

"Gentlemen, look out the window, this is our current predicament!"

Betting on both ends?

Will some people remain to believe in Allah?
To be a fence-sitter, one must first be able to withstand the storm: given the power and ruthlessness displayed by that high priest, slaughtering this city of twenty million people is not impossible.

"All commands were given by me, and if that day ever comes, I will bear all the divine punishment!"

"you--"

With his gaze sweeping over the crowd, the Egyptian president calmly continued speaking.

"It's just following orders."

"Sir, you are the greatest man in this country."

"I offer you my highest respect."

Since the president had said so, the officials present could only bow and accept the order.

This is not the era when one could easily swear oaths in the name of 'God'; if 'Allah' were to return one day, the current president would surely suffer a fate worse than death.

But he still chose to bear everything, earning everyone's admiration.

"Don't be too discouraged,"

After setting the tone for the future, the president looked at the enormous pyramid: at its apex gleamed a diamond the size of a football!
In the sunlight, this diamond reflects a riot of colors, perfectly matching the aesthetics of ancient Egypt.

And below the pyramids, a herd of cattle and sheep is being driven in.

"Our priest Amir is about to demonstrate the power of 'God'."

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"Brother Amir, you...you really became a superhuman?"

A girl in a black robe hesitated and tried to confirm again, but was interrupted by several teenagers nearby who spoke up in displeasure.

"Fatima, what are you questioning!"

"I'm not"

The girl instinctively shrank her shoulders; to her, it all seemed too surreal: suddenly being taken from a refugee camp to a five-star hotel by the police, surrounded by gourmet food, a swimming pool, and a group of people meticulously serving her—all because her brother Amir had become a superhuman.
"Don't overthink it, I am indeed a superhuman."

Amir, also dressed in ancient Egyptian style, in a black priest's robe, raised his hand to comfort his companion.

In fact, the others were just as nervous: they were all afraid that everything they were enjoying now was just an illusion, and that they would return to that precarious refugee camp.

"Soon, you too will become extraordinary beings."

The high priest Imhotep was still reading his memories, while Amir, with Imhotep's permission, began experimenting with the magic in the 'Dark Gladiator'.

If his experiment succeeds, then his partners can also become superhumans.

"Your Excellency Amir, one hundred cows, one hundred sheep, and one hundred catties of wheat."

A middle-aged general approached and respectfully requested instructions.

"Ready."

"it is good,"

Turning to look at the cattle and sheep that had been driven there, and the piles of wheat, Amir unfolded the heavy rock book in his hands.

"Initiate the sacrificial ritual!"

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As he finished speaking, an altar appeared out of thin air beneath his feet, with countless moving hieroglyphs spreading out in circles: the cattle and sheep remained unmoved, but the soldiers who were driving them away all had their pupils contract and their muscles tense.

If it weren't for the military's deeply ingrained principle of 'following orders,' they would almost certainly have turned and run away.

What I see here doesn't look like anything good, and that young priest just now:

I mentioned a 'sacrifice ritual', right?!

Regardless of what they thought, Amir had already begun to cast the ritual magic:
"Lord of the gates of Duarte, guardian of the heart of the scales!"
Apply holy oil to the eyes, and soak the heart in myrrh.
We offer up golden wheat and crimson blood.

May your wolf head look down upon us, and may the scales of Maat tip in our favor!

As Amir sang, the area suddenly darkened: although the sun was shining brightly, it gave people a chilly feeling.

It was as if death had gently touched them, or as if all things had returned to silence, causing everyone on the battlefield—the people, the cattle, and the sheep—to pause.

"Accept the heart of this traitor to God—"

Crush the potter's wheel under your claws,

Reconstructed into a body that fears not Seth!

Letting the enormous stone book float before him, Amir drew his sacrificial dagger and slashed his palm.

滴、

As a drop of blood fell from his palm, a gust of cold wind swept by, and amidst the mournful cries of 'baa' and 'moo,' the hundred cattle and one hundred sheep that had been driven into this area collapsed one after another.

These animals quickly shrivel up, becoming like dried corpses in the desert in just a few seconds.

Correspondingly, the blood falling in front of Amir emitted a crimson glow;

It is as dazzling as a ruby.

Guru,

Witnessing this drop of blood,
A series of swallowing sounds rang out among those present.

Even the refugee teenagers who knew nothing felt an instinctive urge to swallow this drop of blood!
"Next,"

Amir's gaze swept over the trembling soldiers, then settled on the middle-aged general.

"Sir, would you like to give it a try?"

Faced with the young priest's raised hand gesture, the general's face trembled, and finally he squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth.

"it is good!"

Ten seconds later,
"Power?! Extraordinary power!!"

Like anyone who has just gained superhuman power, the middle-aged general swallowed the drop of blood and was overjoyed: the feeling of being able to punch through sand dunes and catch up with the gale was something no one who had ever experienced could remain calm.

"It worked,"

Ignoring the ecstatic general, Amir turned to look at his dumbfounded companions.

"Do you want to become superhumans too?"

A frantic chorus of nods!
(End of this chapter)