I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 628 'Gift'

This massive 'magic temple' is naturally in the ancient Egyptian style.

But unlike the common perception of ancient Egypt as a land of barren sands, the real ancient Egypt also loved greenery and water: this massive building, which rose from the ground in an instant under the magic of a high priest, is surrounded by a river.

Clear water flows through the temple, where ancient Egyptian-style papyrus boats with upturned prows and sterns are moored.

The main body of the temple is made of golden boulders, with steps leading up to it. Various tropical plants are planted on both sides, and black jackal statues lie at the end of the steps, both majestic and full of life, truly worthy of being the work of Imhotep.

Don't forget, he once held a clergy position in 'architecture'.

On the top floor of the massive temple, in a huge swimming pool, a high priest is soaking in the clear water, letting the ancient Egyptian beauty beside him feed him, showing affection as if no one else is around.

It wasn't that there was no one there; on the contrary, there was a large group of people nearby, respectfully presenting gift lists.

"England sent 3,000 artifacts from the Predynastic and Early Dynastic periods."

"France sent a thousand artifacts from an ancient kingdom, and three hundred thousand sinners from the Middle East."

The so-called sinners in the Middle East are, of course, those who survived in the destroyed territories of the 'little overlords': Imhotep's trip only swept through half of Tel Aviv and the Holy City, leaving Haifa and other northern cities behind. How could a high priest have the time to deal with them city by city?

What a joke!
Who has the time to step on and kill ants one by one?
Moreover, he didn't even need to lift a finger; the surrounding nations were all busy cleaning up for the high priest.

"Let these slaves build the city."

"Yes, High Priest."

Egyptian government officials immediately nodded in agreement. Although the word 'slave' was somewhat unfamiliar in this era, what did it matter?

Anyway, what a certain ethnic group did in the past has nothing to do with 'civilized people'; now that they've fallen to this state, they have only themselves to blame. What I hate most is that people who keep talking about how many of their own people were slaughtered. If they're so capable, why don't they go find San Dezi themselves!
Speaking of San Dezi...
"Your Excellency, we have brought you the leader of the sinners. Please grant us your instructions."

San Dezi's officials stepped aside, revealing a prime minister known as "Chamber Pot": to prevent him from committing suicide or talking nonsense, they directly put an alloy gag on him.

"Your Majesty!"

Two officers in black military uniforms,
He kicked him in the back of the knee, and the guy immediately fell to his knees.

As for why he's here, it's because these high-ranking officials fled to San Dezi seeking refuge.

That's right, among the countries that support the Middle Eastern hegemon, Sanders is the most staunch supporter! Second only to the United States.

The reason, of course, is the 'legacy of history'. Chancellor Sanders even stated: 'The security of the Little Tyrant is Berlin's highest national interest'.

But that was in the past. The so-called 'awareness of historical responsibility and sense of guilt' is insignificant in the face of extraordinary power; the high-ranking officials of the Middle Eastern tyrant who fled to Sandezi were caught and sent here.

"Such a weak leader,"

Imhotep glanced at the little tyrant prime minister, who was merely 'weak wolf level', and shook his head in disappointment.

"Throw it to the lions."

No, the lions of this era are equally weak.

"Amir, it's up to you now."

Seeing the boy with the stone "Dark Gladiator's Book" hanging from his waist ascend to the top floor, Imhotep casually gave the order.

To him, it was just something he casually bestowed upon his disciples.

"is teacher."

Amir bowed in thanks. Whether it was a feud with his father or simply plundering the other party's cards through 'dark gladiatorial combat', it was a good choice.

Besides these 'ordinary' diplomats, there are also some extraordinary individuals!
For example, a knight fully armored with a cross hanging from his waist;

They stepped forward and bowed amidst the clanging sounds.
"Your Excellency High Priest, the Royal Knights of England, on behalf of Princess Charlotte, extend our greetings."

"Charlotte?"

The bald high priest, soaking in the pool, turned his head slightly.
"It is said that the eldest princess possesses a holy sword called 'Delander'?"

? !
Upon hearing the high priest's question, the knight who was bowing broke out in a cold sweat.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not interested in your holy sword."

The high priest did not make things difficult for the knight; his magnetic voice rang directly in the knight's mind.

"You can have your eldest princess come over when you have time,"

???

Just as the knights were growing even more shocked and enraged, the high priest continued with his next words:

'I need to discuss some confidential matters concerning the extraordinary era with her.'

So,
He still thought so.
"Yes, please allow me to take my leave."

As the member of the English 'Royal Knights' withdrew, extraordinary individuals from other countries stepped forward to pay their respects; however, the bald high priest merely responded with a faint nasal snort, for none of their strength could attract Imhotep's attention.

too weak!
The difference in levels is too great.

They're not even qualified to be pawns, let alone 'collaborators'.

Ok?
splash,

As he stood up from the pool, without the muscular high priest making any move, the water on his body vanished into thin air.

As the high priest raised his hand, the ancient Egyptian beauty Anshunam, standing by the pool, picked up the black priest's robe placed on the table beside her and draped it over her lover.

"A guest has arrived."

?

Who could be referred to as a 'guest' by this ancient Egyptian high priest?
Just as everyone was wondering, a flash of light appeared in the sky!
The next moment, a figure floated above this 'New Cairo', and with a slight turn of his gaze, he noticed the ancient Egyptian high priest dressed by the pool.

A figure floated over, wearing a classic black trench coat with red clouds, and a wind chime hat that tinkled in the wind. Although the face was not clearly visible, the ring on the left ring finger and the character 'Qing' on the ring silently identified the newcomer.

Akatsuki member: Qinglong!

Of course, those in the know even knew she was that 'principal's' sister, but they couldn't say that. If the big shot wanted to 'hide his identity,' then everyone should just cooperate.

If you insist on exposing me—you have some nerve, here's a black and white rabbit for you!

"Your Excellency Qinglong,"

"Greetings, Lord Qinglong."

Whether they were diplomats from various countries or extraordinary individuals, they all bowed their heads in respect.

Behind this person is not only the 'principal' from Tokyo, but also the mysterious 'Rokudo': with Lord Rokudo's power to save the world twice, who would dare to disrespect him?
Most countries speculate that the "Six Paths" is likely a high-ranking deity from the island nation, but they are unsure which one.

What is the purpose of this 'Azure Dragon' coming to Egypt?

Recruit?

condemn?

declare war?

still--

"The High Priest's return is something to celebrate, hmm."

A hoarse, falsetto voice rang out from under the straw hat.

"I have come to exchange magical techniques with the High Priest."

? ?
Qiong Mei is an otaku after all, and her conversations with people other than acquaintances are always stiff and awkward.

These words left everyone puzzled: it sounded like they were there to offer congratulations, but it also sounded like a provocation. Could it be that they were there to have a friendly spar?

"Step back,"

High Priest Imhotep casually waved his hand, and a gust of wind swept across the top of the temple.

By the time the diplomats, superhumans, and Egyptian officials came to their senses, they had already been swept away to the foot of the temple: clearly, they were not qualified to eavesdrop on the ensuing conversation.

"Lord Amir, this—"

The officer from San Dezi was escorting a certain 'chamber pot' toward the young priest.

"Well, leave it to me."

The boy planned to take this guy back and torture him first, and then, once they were evenly matched, hand him over to his companions for a dark gladiatorial contest to seize his card; as for the teacher above the temple?

In his mind, the teacher is the strongest!

Even that Akatsuki organization couldn't beat the teacher.

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.

In fact,
There were no signs of conflict above the temple.

"Please take a seat,"

Imhotep raised his hand in greeting.
The golden floorboards beside the pool kept rising to form a seat.

Imhotep, who had created a sand chair behind him and sat down with an imposing air, asked the Akatsuki member 'Azure Dragon' sitting opposite him in a deep voice.

"What kind of magic do you wish to discuss?"

"For certain reasons, my current strengths lie in yellow sand, death, curses, and insect bites."

"I want to discuss techniques related to 'sunlight'."

Qiong Mei interrupted the high priest directly, saying that she always spoke her mind directly, or rather, she was socially awkward and didn't know how to communicate tactfully.

Perhaps a fight would be more direct?
"Oh?"

The high priest revealed a strange smile. Logically speaking, he was not good at sunlight magic, which was the specialty of the Pharaohs.

Even if he could unleash sunlight rays using the 'Millennium Eye'—that football-sized diamond—it was essentially relying on a magical artifact, not his own ability. However:
“I have witnessed the use of sunlight magic over the past three thousand years, and I would like to exchange ideas with you.”

The high priest smiled and spoke. He had died from these very spells back then, so how could he not be familiar with them?
Half an hour later, Qiong Mei got up to say goodbye.

After she vanished in a ray of light, Anzunamu, standing beside Imhotep, spoke up in confusion.

"My dear, you are communicating with this alien god using magic."

That's fine, but why—

"You want to ask me why I gave the Sun Sutra to that person?"

Imhotep stood up and looked towards the east where Qiong Mei had disappeared. The high priest smiled slightly.

The so-called "Sun Book" is one of the two great sacred books of ancient Egypt.

Another book, known as the Book of the Dead or the Book of the Dead, was controlled by the high priest. Only pharaohs and members of the royal family could use these prayerful texts. These strange incantations, carved on the inner walls of the pyramids, are known to later generations as the 'Pyramid Inscriptions'.

The Book of the Dead is a sacred book that protects souls and records various underworld magic.

The Book of the Sun, of course, belongs exclusively to the Pharaohs and records various light-based offensive spells!
"With the return of the gods, the struggle for power will naturally continue."

"There is only one blazing sun in the world; there is no need for a second 'sun god'."

After he finished speaking, the high priest turned around and put his arm around Anshunam, the beautiful woman from ancient Egypt, as if she had just realized what he meant.

"When Ra's solar boat approaches this world, it will surely be furious at the alien gods who have coveted its power, right?"

In this way, they will gain a kind of 'assistance' out of thin air.

In comparison, a book he cannot use;
It's hardly a loss at all.

(End of this chapter)