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Chapter 622 Resurrection, my love!

"The Great High Priest of the Yellow Sands is turning!"

"The target headed straight for the Tel Aviv area, and sure enough."

The battle took place in the Middle East, but the defense ministries of all participating countries were closely monitoring the situation. The result was that modern armies were utterly useless against the 'High Priest,' whose route of advance suggested he was primarily heading towards the destruction of the 'Middle Eastern Little Tyrant.'

Dragon-level/A-level!
"This is going to be good,"

"The Middle Eastern little tyrant is finished."

"That area will be Egyptian territory from now on, right?"

The so-called battle, no, the mere 'advance', was completely devoid of any excitement.

Rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble~~~~!!

The gigantic, bald priest, his body shimmering with golden light amidst the yellow sand, walked there, followed closely by the surging sand; like hunting dogs groveling at their master's feet, it would immediately pounce on any army or city it encountered. And then—

There's no after that.

Faced with the surging yellow sand of tens of millions of tons, tanks, armored vehicles, and skyscrapers were all instantly submerged under tens of meters of sand, torn apart, crushed, submerged, and flattened into thin pancakes—including those who ran, screamed, and begged for mercy like ants.

That's it.

They've returned to their homeland?

Perched on the shoulder of the giant golden bald priest, Amir looked down at the ever-advancing 'battle line' and couldn't help but feel dazed.

What his fathers and great-grandfathers had failed to achieve in their entire lives was now accomplished so easily: although the high priest's methods were extremely 'brutal' and this place would probably be uninhabitable for a while, at least it could be considered a successful 'revenge'.

Father, rest in peace.

"They're nothing but a bunch of runaway slaves,"

As the giant bald priest strode forward, a straight line of yellow sand engulfed the entire land, swallowing thousands of lives every second; faint red hues flew in, and because their quantity was so vast, they formed a crimson river that continuously converged on the shoulders of the giant priest statue.

The surging, flowing 'essence of flesh and blood' continuously condensed and compressed during flight, then merged into a section of golden bone.

As a large amount of crimson blood flowed in, the skeleton slowly began to 'grow'.

First, the vertebrae form, then the ribs and pelvis.
The surging yellow sand engulfed the city on the ground, as easily as a tsunami destroying a mud sculpture on the beach. It was hardly a battle: the Middle Eastern tyrant claimed that "everyone is a soldier," but so what? Facing a dragon-level transcendent, it couldn't even tickle him.

"Even when it comes to escaping, we can't run as fast as we did in my time."

Flesh and blood began to cover the skeleton, and the high priest named Imhotep gradually took on a human form.

"They're all too weak, not enough, far from enough!!"

The journey was a true "desert burial," swallowed up by the yellow sand. But how much "calorie" could an ordinary person possibly extract? For a high priest like Imhotep, it was a drop in the ocean.

It's not even good enough for shaping!

"High Priest, ahead lies 'Rishon Lezion,' where there are ample offerings for your use."

Rishon LeZion is a satellite city of the Tel Aviv metropolitan area: like most coastal cities in the world, the core of this Middle Eastern powerhouse is this very Tel Aviv metropolitan area that was first developed.

As for that 'holy city'?
It was seized by force, including most of the territory, with guns and cannons paving the way: to this day, it has almost annexed what was once Palestine.

As for the Palestinians? Confined within high walls and narrow 'concentration camps,' they live on international aid, awaiting their deaths.

This approach, which originally belonged to Sandezi, has been put to practical use by the Middle Eastern tyrant.

Now, the high priest has no interest in listening to their nonsense.
Just bury it in yellow sand.
Then it begins to absorb the 'essence of flesh and blood'.

From the moment she entered the grave to the moment she was buried, it didn't even take more than half a minute.

It was so efficient that even Amir felt a little melancholy; this kind of revenge wasn't 'satisfying' at all.

Well, with Lord Imhotep's strength, it would be strange if there were a fight that was 'evenly matched', right?

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.

Tel Aviv-Yafo
This city, located on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean, was once famous for its long coastline, golden beaches, and clear waters, but now it's in complete chaos.

"What did you say? Rishon LeZion is buried by yellow sand?"

"Damn it, the government has abandoned us!"

"Escape! To the sea!"

Countless people drove towards the coastline, only to be stuck in traffic and forced to get out of their cars and run.

To maintain morale, the government did not disclose specific information about the enemy; however, as Imhotep traveled, the colossal, golden-headed priest formed from the sand was visible to anyone who wasn't blind. People in many places also captured these images before being swallowed by the sea of sand.

Under normal circumstances, national-level internet control can restrict the spread of this information, but don't forget, there is still a 'cyber god' in this world.

The fictional deity 'Ghost,' a sailor-uniformed girl, is currently doing a live stream with KYG on the island of the Sea Kingdom. She even interjects with comments like a host from time to time: the only way to cut off the internet in front of her is for the local government authorities to blow up their own cell towers and power supply systems.

Obviously, it's impossible.

Or rather, given Imhotep's pace of advance, instead of spending time on this, they might as well run for their lives sooner.

Yes, the country's top officials have already fled en masse: since staying wouldn't stop that ancient Egyptian high priest anyway, they might as well preserve their 'useful selves' and endure for the time being.

Perhaps one day Yahweh will favor them again?

Even a dog would shake its head at their myth.
But there are always some people with inexplicable self-confidence who think the whole world owes them something.

Without direction, modern society is hardly any better than ancient times: countless vehicles clog the roads, and crowds surge toward the coastline like ants, trying to board ships to escape. Little do they know that ships overflowing with people have already left the docks and are heading toward the Mediterranean.

"Do not!!"

You can't do this—

"Don't abandon us! That demon hasn't arrived yet, and there's still room on the ship!"

Countless people who rushed to the dock watched the departing ships in despair, desperately pleading for them to take them aboard; but how could these ships possibly stop, for that demon could strike at any moment:
Whoosh—Boom!

A beam of light shot out from afar, instantly piercing through, igniting, and exploding a fully loaded ship!
This is highly concentrated 'sunlight' emitted from a football-sized diamond, serving as a symbol of the power of the Egyptian pharaohs;
Now, it is a high priest who has returned, who uses it as a long-range attack method: shooting out from the eyes of that huge golden priest statue, which can cross dozens of kilometers in an instant!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As ships at sea were blown up one by one, the earth trembled slightly in the despairing eyes of those who turned back.

On the distant horizon, a tall figure is slowly approaching.

The high priest of ancient Egypt has arrived! "Wow!"

"Lord, please save your devout believer."

"Don't stay here, run! Or find a plank and paddle out to sea!"

The entire coastline erupted into chaos. As everyone descended into confusion, even the few who remained conscious were swept along, unable to move. At Imhotep's speed, a massive tsunami of yellow sand, tens of meters high, soon surged towards the city.

"Oh God!"

"Spare your life——"

Whether praying, begging for mercy, running wildly, or collapsing to the ground, the boundless yellow sand surged past, indifferently engulfing all the tall buildings, people, and vehicles.

A massive amount of yellow sand surged into the Mediterranean Sea, stirring up towering waves: apart from the sound of the surging sea, there was no other noise.

Only the all-encompassing yellow sand slowly halted its advance.

Half of Tel Aviv was destroyed on the spot!
!!!

Anyone who observed all of this through high-tech instruments such as satellites, reconnaissance planes, and cell phones and cameras on ships that managed to escape was left speechless.

Admittedly, this country has been wandering for thousands of years, hated by gods and demons. No matter which country they are in, they are a bunch of vampires: because they will never identify with other countries in their bones, and naturally they cannot integrate into them. When the country is in trouble, they only care about money. If such people don't die, who will?
But no matter what, they are still 'humans'.

The shock of watching a modern city be instantly crushed and submerged by yellow sand, leaving not a trace, is unimaginable.

At least the Nine-Tailed Bane could be escaped, Ijen's objective was very clear, and the Burning Legion's invasion also had a buffer period; in the other battles between powerful figures, although the aftershocks caused heavy casualties, some lucky ones were always able to survive.

Wherever this ancient Egyptian high priest went, nothing grew; the yellow sand covered everything, and life ended.

It has a cold, indifferent feel to it, like saying, "What does it matter to you if I destroy you?"

New Cairo, Egypt.

"Isn't this the true form of a 'god'?"

The Egyptian president, who was also watching the 'battle' live, couldn't help but sigh.

Imhotep, in ancient Egyptian mythology, was the god of wisdom, medicine, and architecture. Of course, this high priest was far from the legendary 'embodiment of peace'; but his power was undeniable.

He could withstand a nuclear bomb in the face without his hair getting messed up, leaving only yellow sand in his wake; this was not a battle at all, but a complete massacre.

"No, there should be an element of establishing authority and testing the waters in it."

The Egyptian president shook his head slightly. Even though this high priest's personality differed from that in mythology, he was not the kind of person who would do something pointless.

In the context of the Book of Exodus, it was perfectly normal for the returning high priest to discipline his former slave.

And the 'Yahweh' behind these guys.
The fact that there has been no movement so far proves that:
Yahweh probably won't care about these guys who call themselves 'the electors'.

To be honest, it's hard for anyone who has read the Old Testament to have any respect for Yahweh: who would respect a busy nanny?
"Hmm? This is—"

The Egyptian president was taken aback. The high priest, who had slaughtered millions, did not continue forward but instead raised his hands.

Amidst the vast expanse of yellow sand on the coast, a pyramid rises abruptly from the ground!

The giant sand priest walked to the pyramid and knelt on one knee: on its shoulder was a person exactly like the giant statue—or rather, the giant statue that slaughtered half a country was modeled after this person.

The bald priest, draped in a long black robe, flew out, his body still bearing many withered marks.

But he couldn't wait any longer; compared to his own broken body, he longed for his lover's return.
"Three hundred thousand souls are ready."

As he floated to the top of the pyramid, even the high priest with his high nose, deep-set eyes, bald head, and fierce appearance could not suppress the heaving of his chest.

The time has come.

"Anubis, the ferryman of the jackal-headed one, the master of the Sands of the Underworld!"

An ancient, distinctive voice echoed from the top of the pyramid; apart from Amir, who knelt on the giant's shoulder, only a large number of high-tech detection devices remained, silently aimed at this spot.

Could it be——

"In the name of the scarab beetle turning the sun, and by the blood sealed in the seven volumes of the Book of the Dead;

I summon you to the underground river of Duyat, to unveil the shroud binding the corpse, and to rekindle the withered heart!

As the high priest proclaimed, a magnificent, golden coffin rose from below and appeared atop the pyramid.

"Split open the decaying coffin, and let Ba and Ka reunite in their beautiful bodies!"

As he chanted incantations, the bald priest, whose body was covered in signs of decay, waved his hand, and the lid of the golden coffin slid open out of thin air.

"Come back—"

Flesh and blood are the boat, bones are the oars, only your judgment is the authority for rebirth!

？！！

As countless eyes watched intently through technological means, a delicate hand grasped the edge of the coffin.

The next second, a beautiful ancient Egyptian woman with a graceful figure and a powerful presence sat up from her golden coffin.

"Iimorton?"

The woman seemed somewhat disoriented and tentatively began to speak.

“It’s me, my dear Ansunam.”

The bald priest stepped forward, bent down, and helped the beauty up.

"This time, no one can separate us, not even the gods!"

After saying that, the two embraced and kissed passionately, like lovers who had been separated for a long time and couldn't help themselves.

Well, it would be even more perfect if it weren't for the half-modern city that remains at the end of the yellow sand.