I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 625 Restoring Ancient Customs (Not Really)
"It's pointless,"

As the angels flew away, a high priest released billions of scarabs to engulf the holy city, wiping out all the creatures within. Qiong Mei pouted.

I originally thought I would be able to see ancient Egyptian priests battling angels under Yahweh;
After exchanging a few words, the two sides actually shook hands and made peace?

Boring, I want to see rivers of blood!
It's no wonder that Qiong Mei is like this. She's with You Dai every day, and all she talks about is cultivation and fighting. She's almost turning into a 'bloodthirsty spectator'.

"That angel isn't stupid,"

For this,

Yu explained helplessly.

"To fight to protect a group of 'heretics,' even 'Lord' wouldn't be so benevolent, let alone a 'lord angel.'"

In mythology, angels are divided into nine orders.

The strongest are the four 'Seraphim': Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and Uriel, who symbolize the four elements of fire, water, wind, and earth.

Below these four are the 'Cherubim', symbolizing knowledge and wisdom, and the 'Throne Angels', symbolizing transcendence: these 'higher angels' stand around the Lord, receiving the initial 'divine revelation' and 'completeness,' and their titles all indicate their essential similarity to the Lord.

Below the Seraphim, Cherubim, and Thrones are three categories of "middle-ranking angels": those who fight for the "Lord," spread faith, and promote force.
The Archangel, the Power Angels, and the Virtues.

As can be seen from the name, it represents the Lord's command, the Lord's power, and the Lord's might.
As for the lower-ranking 'lower-level angels': Principal Angels, Archangels, and Angels—they can be seen as squad leaders, cannon fodder, and messengers.

"According to the classification we are familiar with, that 'Archangel' is around the Ghost level in strength. Even if he wields a 'divine artifact,' he might not be able to defeat the ancient Egyptian High Priest."

Why would He fight in this situation?

"That makes sense,"

Disappointed at not seeing any action scenes, Qiong nodded.
However, there are no action scenes, but the dramatic scenes are quite good:

At least the expressions of that certain race changed three times in an instant.

It is truly exceptional.

"Will the Middle East fall under Egypt's control from now on?"

"Unless the supreme good god or the supreme evil god of Persia intervenes."

The Middle East is next to Persia, and Persian mythology is based on 'dualism': everything in the world is divided into opposing dualities, including good and evil, light and darkness.

The war between the supreme benevolent god Ahura and the supreme malevolent god Angra lasted for three thousand years until a certain religion invaded and mosques were erected all over the land.

"Don't mention those two unlucky guys,"

Yu's assessment of these two guys, who had even abandoned their own place of faith, was 'shameful'.

No, it's shameful: the two have fought to the death for thousands of years, and then someone else 'reaps the benefits,' so it's better not to embarrass themselves in public.

"Even if they were still alive, those two would only fight each other to the death, so let's just pretend they don't exist."

The real reason is simply that someone is lazy.

And what is the origin of Persian mythology?
Xerxes' immortal army? Or the Sands of Time from the Prince of Persia? Surely it can't be Ali Baba and the Genie, right?
"Ok?"

Qiongmei picked up her phone, glanced at it, and then chuckled to herself.

"A message came from the Egyptian government,"

"They are about to hold a grand 'return' celebration."

"To celebrate the return of High Priest Imhotep, and—"

Rebuild the glory of ancient Egypt!
"Brother, are you going to the ceremony where governments and extraordinary individuals from various countries are invited?"

"No, it's too much trouble."

Yu waved her hand in refusal without hesitation, and after thinking for a moment, added:
"If you're interested, you can take a trip there: there are quite a few 'sunlight' type spells over there that you can learn from."

"Brother, are you referring to the force of 'pulling'?"

Qiong Mei tilted her head and thought for a moment.
"But in the past, wouldn't I have been considered a heretic who 'blasphemed' the gods?"

Putting aside the fact that she was on her own turf, wouldn't she, a superhuman wielding the power called "Huang," be killed on the spot as a provocateur if she stepped into the domain of another "Sun God"?

"Won't,"

Yu answered with great confidence.

"You might even receive some unexpected 'treatment'."

?

"All right,"

Since Yuu has made such a guarantee, then it wouldn't hurt for Qiong to go and take a look; anyway, it won't take long. She's already studying how to 'fly in light,' and once she's proficient, any place on this planet will be within her reach in an instant.

Of course, it can only be considered 'fast' on the surface of a planet;
Once placed in space: it would take eight minutes to reach the sun.

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.

New Cairo,
"Quickly, quickly, bring the red carpet over!"

"Be careful not to break it! This is ancient pottery from three thousand years ago!"

Outside the city, in the welcoming procession stretching for dozens of miles to the east, a large number of government staff were busy: due to a shortage of manpower, even citizens were mobilized to help with the arrangements.

People are wrapping gold leaf around the palm trees on both sides of the hastily moved red carpet, the leaves making a soft metallic clanging sound in the wind: according to the ancient Egyptian aesthetic, brilliance is beauty! The more dazzling the better, so as to win the favor of the sun god 'Ra'.

At the same time, drones flew into the sky, forming a huge swarm, and rehearsed urgently in the sky to simulate the giant 'Eye of Horus'.

And most importantly:

"Come on, repeat after me: @#￥%"

"@%#￥##,"

"Wrong, let me demonstrate again."

Government linguists are training a group of officials and dignitaries who need to stand at the forefront in ancient Egyptian honorifics.

These people, dressed in linen robes, also need to repeatedly practice the angle at which their canes touch the ground when they kneel in worship.

Egypt,

They do not speak Egyptian.

Their official language is Arabic, and of course, English is also widely spoken: the reason is that modern Egypt has always been English territory.

In short, the citizens here have not only changed into 'traditional clothing', but also have to start learning the difficult 'ancient Egyptian' language.

But this did not dampen their enthusiasm at all; each syllable slowly emerged, showing their complete concentration.

Even if most people wanted to learn, they wouldn't be qualified!

Who are you? And do you also want to learn a standard language?

My great ancient Egyptian civilization, with thousands of years of history, is now restored to its ancient ways as our high priest returns. You, speaking fluent English, must be a barbarian from the north. Get out of here!
When the giant quicksand carried the three back, this was the scene that came into view.

"Yes, a lot of people,"

Ansu Nam was slightly taken aback. The sheer number of people before her surprised even this blood warrior from 'three thousand years ago'.

Countless crowds lined up in the desert to welcome them, forming two welcoming lines. A huge, wide red carpet stretched as far as the eye could see, with golden palm trees swaying among the crowd. In the sky, some kind of 'device' formed a giant 'Eye of Horus': like a tearful pupil with extremely long eyelashes.

“I guess these people don’t know about our relationship with Horus.”

Ansunam chuckled. The two of them had died at the hands of the 'Golden Eagle Warriors', who were all offshoots of those who had awakened the Horus bloodline.

"It's alright, I have plenty of time to make them understand who the true god is."

The two were speaking in the language of 'Ancient Egypt'. Although Amir had been cramming on this knowledge recently, he had only learned the basics: the meaning of these words would only resonate in his mind if the high priest made him 'hear' them.

"High Priest, welcome back!"

The Egyptian president, accompanied by a group of cabinet ministers, led a procession out and knelt on one knee in the distance toward the three figures who were being carried by the yellow sand—or rather, the bald priest leading them.

"You are the singer of stones," "the weaver of life,"

In legend, this high priest was revered as the god of architecture and medicine.

"The forger of eternal benchmarks,"

"Builders of the Time Ladder,"

"Sacred script carved!"

He is also known as the god of wisdom and the creator of the first Step Pyramid—his image is that of a wise, bald priest holding a scroll.

Although the muscular 'Imhotep' before them returned with the menacing aura of someone who had just slaughtered millions, the Egyptian government could only praise his name based on 'legend'; in theory, they had done a perfect job, but—

"You guys are good,"

The familiar ancient Egyptian language resounded, its powerful meaning echoing in the minds of Egyptian cabinet officials.

“This was indeed my former ‘honorary name,’ but it has been abandoned.”

? !
In a flash,

The Egyptian cabinet officials, kneeling on one knee, were all sweating profusely, their heads bowed even lower.

The high priest's power has already been demonstrated to the whole world: the Middle Eastern tyrant who was wiped out in just one hour is a prime example.

If a war really breaks out, Egypt won't be much stronger than the Middle Eastern power: the other side at least has more than eighty nuclear warheads!
Although they were all thrown out, not a single hair on the high priest's head was harmed.
No, the high priest has no hair.

In short, if the high priest gets angry, their fate will not be good.

"High Priest, please forgive our ignorance."

The president at the very front reacted quickly, immediately bowing his head to the ground and respectfully requesting instructions:

"Your humble servant listens to your esteemed name—"

"Listen carefully,"

Carrying the thick slate books, Amir stepped forward. As Imhotep's apprentice, it was naturally his turn to take the stage.

"The Helmsman of the Ferry of the Dead,"

"The Spellweaver,"

The Egyptian president was slightly startled; these two passages represented 'death' and 'magic'.

"The Holy Script Flame Bearer,"

"Lord of the Echoes of Duart,"

"The voice of the immortal twilight!"

? !
These three sentences mean, respectively, burning truth on the border between the reed plain and the desert, overturning the hourglass that reverses the flow of the pyramid's shadow, and weaving a shroud of stars where the sun boat sank!
"Remember?"

The boy's voice made the president, whose mind had gone blank, subconsciously answer.

"remember."

The president, who was also cramming on ancient Egyptian knowledge and language, was stunned and stood there dumbfounded; however, the other officials were simply impressed but didn't quite understand, so seeing the president's dazed expression, someone immediately crawled forward to help him up; others respectfully stepped forward:
"High Priest, Mistress."

“Your humble servants have prepared a carriage; please allow us to lead the way for you two.”

"Um,"

Imhotep answered through his nose, while the ancient Egyptian beauty Anshunam, who was holding his arm, looked at the carriage ahead with great interest.

This is an ancient Egyptian-style carriage made entirely of gold: an open, half-height carriage that opens to the rear, allowing one to step inside with just a lift of their leg; it is moved by two golden wheels; and powered by two magnificent racehorses at the front, adorned in ornate battle robes and tassels, quietly awaiting their master's arrival.

Simple, yet practical.

The standard design of an ancient Egyptian chariot:

In fact, in ancient Egypt, only pharaohs, priests, and nobles could travel by horse-drawn carriage.

Naturally, the drivers were usually these same people: in ancient Egypt, the pharaohs' favorite thing to do was to kick the driver off the chariot and drive the car to chase their prey.

“Darling, please.”

First, a gentlemanly man took his arm and helped Ansunam into the carriage, then Imhotep jumped into the carriage himself and gave the reins a jerk.

"drive!"

Two well-trained racehorses immediately set off, pulling the magnificent golden carriage slowly forward.

As the golden chariot moved forward, the people on both sides knelt down to welcome their high priest, their king!
The people in the front row shouted various words of praise in ancient Egyptian, while those in the back who didn't have time to learn ancient Egyptian only needed to shout out a name:
"Imhotep! Imhotep! Imhotep!"

The cheers of hundreds of thousands, even millions, blended into a thunderous torrent that echoed across the skies of 'New Egypt'; the sound even reached as far as 'Old Egypt' and the Nile River, creating a long and resounding echo.

Meanwhile, the flower girls in the procession on both sides began to scatter flower petals to clear the way for the golden carriage;
Everyone was welcoming the return of the city's and country's 'king,' showering him with praise, blessings, and flattery.

"not bad,"

The beautiful woman named 'Anzunam' watched all this and smiled.

Being cheered and praised by such a large number of people kneeling down made the newly resurrected 'ancient Egyptian queen' feel happy.

This is human nature, and even a "blood warrior" cannot escape it.

"We can hold it every day, as long as you like."

Imhotep turned his head and smiled indulgently.

As for Amir?
Of course, he was carrying the 'Dark Gladiator' and walking behind the golden carriage.

Is this the power of the High Priest—no, the Teacher?

With a flick of the wrist, a nation is destroyed, and all people welcome it with reverence.

He tightened his grip on the book.
The boy's heart also burned with passion. Just a few days ago, he was a refugee worrying about what to eat next week; now, he was a disciple of the High Priest Imhotep.

Second only to one person, above ten thousand?

This is how life should be!
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.

"Mr. President, are you alright?"

Amid cheers from millions lining the streets, the golden carriage slowly entered New Cairo, bringing a collective sigh of relief to members of the Egyptian government cabinet.

Having witnessed the methods this 'High Priest' used to destroy the Middle Eastern tyrant, who would dare not be afraid of him?
Therefore, in their view, it was understandable that the president was somewhat dazed from fright.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

Having regained his composure, the Egyptian president rubbed his temples and forced a reply.

He is seventy years old, but he still looks as sharp as a fifty-year-old. However, he is not as decisive, fearless, and resolute as he used to be.

Is this really a good thing?

Gazing at the golden carriage entering the city, the president murmured to himself.

"Sir, it's not a question of good or bad, it's that we have no choice."

The cabinet official next to him misunderstood and replied with a wry smile; however, his tone was relatively relaxed because—

"There's no need to worry too much. Lord Imhotep seems reasonable enough; and the mistress is there too. As long as we please her..."

Seeing how devoted the high priest is, he'll surely be willing to heed the mistress's advice; and perhaps even gain supernatural powers—it's not impossible!
Upon realizing this, many officials abandoned their previous apprehension and opposition, and became elated.

Only the president remained silent.

The ambition contained in that honorific title was quite obvious.

Egypt will likely never be peaceful again—alas, what can a mere mortal like myself do?

(End of this chapter)