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Chapter 223 There is no place for fence-sitters! (Please subscribe, read, vote and comment)

Ra's light continuously poured out from the Temple of the Sun, passing through the golden sun ship cruising in the sky, illuminating the entire sky so that not even a cloud could be seen.

The army of gods that rushed out from the obelisk were all covered in the light of the sun, with the gods standing behind them. The word "holy" was so appropriate to describe them.

But the soldiers who crawled out of the Red Nile had no light on them, their bodies were still stained with blood, and traces of sand had not yet disappeared.

The towering dusk giant, dragging the rose-red sunset in his hand, did not interfere with the command of the army below him.

The moment the former officers crawled out of the sand, they began to organize the messy crowd, assign tasks in an orderly manner, quickly organize the army, and form three lines of defense.

The reason why the army of slaves and labor organizations was able to launch a major riot in Egypt and fight back and forth with the aristocratic priests was because they were more disciplined and organized, and secondly because they mastered bows and crossbows and iron tools.

The officers cheered their comrades on the defensive line:
"Brothers and sisters, raise your swords, draw your bowstrings, keep your eyes on our enemies, and keep our steps steady."

"There's nothing to be afraid of about the army of the gods. We're not even afraid of staying alive, so why should we be afraid of those bastards?"

Amid the officers' cheering voices, the three defense lines on the earth were completely stabilized. They were loosely distributed on the earth, staring closely at the army of gods rushing down from the sky.

The pharaohs, still wrapped in bandages, were initially afraid of the towering Twilight Giant, but when they saw that the nameless pharaoh did not make any movement, these pharaohs became bolder.

In the eyes of these pharaohs, the only threat is the nameless pharaoh. As for the army composed of peasants, aren’t they just cannon fodder?

They are driving the army of gods. Only warriors who believe in gods devoutly and worship gods day and night are qualified to be pulled into the obelisk and become soldiers guarding the Temple of the Sun.

These warriors were outstanding nobles when they were alive, and were favored by gods after their death. How could a group of guys who crawled out of the mud compare with them?

One wave, just crush them and it's done!
The pharaohs' rigid minds did not become smarter after experiencing death, and their concepts of war remained stuck in the past thousands of years.

When facing rebellious slaves, they did not need to be flexible. All they had to do was rely on the powerful force in their hands to crush them.

This is the usual routine used by feudal monarchs to punish thieves.

No matter how many tactics the rebels have, or how many times they can survive and die, as long as the power of the dynasty remains, they will be able to suppress the flames of unrest time and time again.

"Warriors, charge! Use the blood of these filthy people to sacrifice to the great Sun God!"

With a point of the Pharaoh's scepter, the army of gods with various animal heads began to split up and attacked the scattered slave army on the earth from the sky.

In terms of numbers, the army of the gods also had the advantage.

Even Martin couldn't predict how many warriors' souls were stored in those obelisks. If he wanted to kill them, he had to kill Ra in the Temple of the Sun first.

Although dealing with these minions was a thankless task, in order to strike a blow to the arrogance of La and its vassals, Martin had to defeat the enemy's army first.

Most of the guys in the Temple of the Sun are fence-sitters. If Martin can show a strong style, he can force them to remain neutral and create a good environment for a decisive battle with La.

On the contrary, those fence-sitters will succumb to the power of Pull and become Martin's enemies.

Big tears fell from the eyes of the Dusk Giant, and the Red Nile was stirred into turmoil. Waves hit the shore and mixed with the sand on the earth, becoming angry warriors. With a little reminder, they joined the battlefield in teams to support various positions.

He was full of confidence, thinking that as long as he could rush to the front of the battle, he could chop off heads as easily as cutting grass. However, after he divided his troops, he suffered a head-on attack.

"Shoot these bastards down from the sky!"

The officers saw the right opportunity and issued an attack order to the long-range troops equipped with a large number of bows and crossbows.

The fully drawn bowstring suddenly relaxes, making a buzzing sound as it pierces the air, pushing the arrow out. The arrowhead equipped with stone or steel rotates and rubs against the air, making a harsh sound.

One stick, ten sticks, a hundred sticks, a thousand sticks.
Dense arrows instantly covered the sky, turning all the god soldiers covered in the light of the scorching sun into a hornet's nest.

Fresh red blood spurted out from the wounds of the corpses, falling from the sky like rain. The soldiers standing behind the shields stepped forward one step at a time, brandishing their swords and cutting the fallen god soldiers into pieces to prevent them from standing up again.

The officers in the slave army realized that they were temporarily at a disadvantage in numbers, and began to urgently withdraw troops from the second defensive position to support the first position.

While the gods' army was split up to attack, the supporting forces joined the battle, formed a local numerical advantage, surrounded the gods' army, launched a fatal blow to them, and strived to quickly eliminate these surrounded enemies.

"What are you afraid of?"

The pharaohs rebuked their servants who wanted to change their tactics. They said coldly: "These peasants are only arrogant for a while! Without the blessing of the gods, their physical strength will soon be exhausted, their swords will become blunt, and their arrows will run out."

"We are blessed by the great Sun God, and death is far away from us. Even if we are killed, we will be reborn in the Sun Golden Ship and in the Obelisk."

This is the Egyptian version of "You have a mace and I have a skull."

But we have to admit that for the Pharaoh and the army of gods who are blessed by the gods, this tactic of filling the battle line with lives cannot be called bad or stupid.

They won't die or even get tired anyway, so why not use that to your advantage?
However, these pharaohs obviously underestimated Martin. In order to intimidate the enemies in the Temple of the Sun, he did not take any action, but various divine powers had already been deployed.

Neith, daughter of Horus, goddess of hunting and war before the lioness Sekhmet, who followed her dead and resurrected father on the side of slaves and laborers.

Her divine power allows warriors' weapons to continue to protect their masters even after they are damaged.

Therefore, the weapons in the slaves' hands did not become blunt, and even if they were broken, they were wrapped in divine power and became sharper. The arrows shot out, as if they had eyes, turned and launched a second and third attack.

In such a battle, the image of the goddess Ness gradually became clear. She slowly walked out from the dusk fire, holding a bow and arrow, inspiring the courage of her own warriors.

There are also struggles between gods!
As a remnant of the Horus era, Ness was marginalized after Ra ascended to the position of sun god.

Her faith was also taken away by Sekhmet, and theocracy was divided, from the god of war to the god of battle, which was one of the important reasons why she turned against her.

When she walked out of the Dusk Fire, Ness in the Temple of the Sun disappeared.

There is no longer any memory of this goddess among the gods. Even Ra only remembers that when the Age of Gods passed, Ness could not hold on and died in the tide of the times.

When the goddess of battle walked out of the dusk fire, the situation on the battlefield began to be equalized.

Although the gods' army was endless, like a river pouring down from the sky, constantly attacking the slaves' three fronts, it was difficult to gain any advantage.

The two sides engaged in a tug-of-war over the first line of defense. A small piece of position was constantly fought over by both sides and changed hands several times, but neither side was willing to give up even a single point.

"Damn the Creator! He, as a god who came out of the primordial hill, actually stood on the side of mortals." "If it weren't for the power of Atum, that nameless pharaoh would have been captured by us long ago, thrown into the deepest part of the underworld, and exiled to the endless darkness."

"These peasants are really going to make a fuss. They are really going against the will of Heaven!"

Inside the Temple of the Sun, the gods were arguing about the fierce battle. When the goddess Ness walked out from the dusk fire, everything became quiet instantly.

La, enveloped in light, sat on the throne, looking at the quiet gods below, and was not angry.

He knew very well that the reason why the nameless pharaoh did not directly attack the Temple of the Sun, but let the mortals start the war first, was to intimidate these fence-sitters.

And the other party's goal has been achieved.

Silence means escape, and at this critical moment, escape certainly means not wanting to take responsibility.

If it weren't for the threat from the nameless pharaoh, La would have killed these fence-sitters first, but he really couldn't do that now, otherwise he would be a knife to the enemies on the ground.

"Since you hate the enemies on earth so much, let's go and kill that damned rebel!"

Are you serious? Let's go fight that nameless pharaoh?
The gods under the throne stared at Ra who was surrounded by light and felt it was extremely absurd.

As a god of the past, Atum had already been deprived of his power over the sun. At that time, the gods under Ra could still fight him. But with the power of the founder, no one dared to say that they would win.

After he combined with the nameless pharaoh, he instantly regained his former power. Even if he only used ordinary divine power, he could not be defeated by ordinary gods.

"Great Ra, we are your humble servants. We should give everything to protect the royal power. However, that nameless pharaoh is not our match."

We all know it, but it’s what comes after that that’s important.

It is no longer thousands of years ago, the era of the gods has passed. There is nothing wrong with playing private competitions, but only a fool would risk his own life to play a season without rewards.

"In our opinion, only by sending out the two lords, Scarab Khepri or Holy Snake Rice, can we gain the upper hand!"

Although the gods were passive and unwilling to fight, they did not make up stories. Facing the nameless pharaoh, only Ra and his two personal guards could cause effective damage.

If others rushed forward, they would only be giving away their heads.

But La didn't care about that. He said firmly: "Even if you can't deal with the nameless pharaoh, can't you deal with those ordinary mortals? As long as you join the war, you can break the battle line of those mud legs, which is also a great achievement."

Since they have decided to be fence-sitters, even though the gods dislike those peasants, they are unwilling to join the battlefield.

It’s not because they suddenly felt kind-hearted, but because they were afraid that the nameless Pharaoh would suddenly turn around and launch a surprise attack on them, and no one would be able to withstand it.

"Although the peasants deserve to die, the gods still have their own majesty. Such a massacre will probably affect our image in the hearts of mortals."

Bullshit!

La was almost amused by these shameless bastards. When these guys were in control of their respective city-states, they would chop off the heads of anyone who violated their orders.

Now you want to just sit back and watch, and pretend to be good people?

"Are you going or not?"

La roared, and the sun's flames surged. The scorching breath directly roasted the gods closest to him into charcoal.

Under the threat of force, the gods finally realized that they could not afford to offend the nameless pharaoh, let alone the sun god Ra.

A bunch of gods stopped resisting, turned around and rushed out of the Temple of the Sun. Passing by the obelisk, they looked at the scarab that had turned into a human form, cursed in their hearts, passed by the Sun Golden Ship, and rushed directly to the Earth.

Hequet, the frog goddess; Khnum, the ram god; Wadjet, the snake goddess; Tavorit, the hippopotamus goddess; Apis, the bull god
Not to mention the ancient gods, there are not even many second-generation or third-generation gods among them. Ancient gods like Set had long since died in the turmoil in Egypt because of the struggle for power.

Although the remaining four or five generations of gods shared the authority of the ancient gods, they did not have the power of the former, which is why they wanted to be fence-sitters.

In a real struggle, they actually have no right to take sides. They can only wait for Ra and the nameless pharaoh to decide the winner, and then submit to the order of the winner.

Thousands of years ago, the nameless pharaoh suddenly disappeared, and Ra won the final victory.

What about today?
They want to repeat what they did thousands of years ago, shrinking to the side, waiting for the moment to decide the winner, and then submitting to the winner.

But Martin was not willing to give these speculators a chance to take sides. When a bunch of four or five generations of gods were thrown out of the Temple of the Sun, a strong dusk fire burst out behind him.

At dusk, the gods of the past were pulled out one by one.

Horus, Isis, Shu, the wind god, Tefnut, the rain god, Nut, the sky goddess, Anukate, the Nile goddess
These gods who died for Egypt crossed the boundary between life and death in the twilight fire and came to the twilight giants.

"Go ahead, Martin!"

As the former king of gods, Horus took the lead in unfolding his divine form, transforming into a giant with an eagle's head and a human body, holding the sky, the sun and the royal power in his hands.

He knew of Martin's existence, and shouted to his former comrade-in-arms, "Leave these bastards to us. Just focus on killing the bastard who usurped my position and ending the decisive battle thousands of years ago."

These main gods all knew how much Martin paid in order to stay in their Egypt. Even when he disappeared mysteriously, no god blamed him.

Horus spread his wings, brandished his crook and flail, and charged directly into the enemy camp. All the obelisks could not hold on and fell to the ground with a bang.

The pharaohs who prided themselves on being noble were also stained by the dust. The god soldiers lost their advantage in the sky and could only adjust their tactics in a panic.

Shu, the god of wind, and Tefnut, the goddess of rain, blew up wind and rain, sweeping across the battlefield and blowing away the curse released by the pharaoh and the priests.

Isis stood on the rainbow, protecting the advancing slave army. The goddess of the Nile took over the red Nile to ensure that there were sufficient troops on the front line.

Boom!

The earth shook, and a few heavyweights finally jumped out of the Temple of the Sun.

　There may be one more!
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