Nitokris has a pure and intelligent character, and has the ability to remain calm in the face of danger and crisis, and guide the best options and methods to solve danger and crisis...... Normally this should be the case, and normally Nitokris with such abilities would not be afraid of any enemies and dangers, but the truth is that there will always be [occasionally] repeated mistakes at such critical moments, not the kind of mistakes that turn success into failure, but mistakes that make perfection imperfect, and a slight flaw in a problem that could have been solved 100%. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

These mistakes are not due to bad luck, nor can we blame the development of the situation for being unexpected, but simple, very simple, helpless and do not know how to blame, that is, in the depths of Nitokris's heart, she has a burning will, if you use Alice's words, that is, every time there is a critical moment, Nitokris will "burn", even the blood will "burn", the more important the critical moment, her "burning" The more lush, the more blazing.

Because of the "burning" flame in her heart, Nitokris did not choose a simple and limited method to solve this crisis, did not choose the most "efficient" method, but chose "the most powerful and gorgeous method", rather than simply defeating the enemy to win, she hoped to be able to solve the enemy without leaving it all, more perfect, more gorgeous, more brilliant. Although there is no difference between the two, in terms of the two options and the two methods, the final result is not different, of course, that is without any accidents and Menes does not intervene.

She didn't know that the great enemy in her cognition thought that she shouldn't be able to make a move, and the pharaoh on the other side and Amenghotep, who was called the strongest in the previous generation, had been paying attention to her, and for her, a female pharaoh, she sent out the praise and praise of her predecessors to her juniors, that is, Nitokris was regarded as a real enemy of the same level and the same level, and she needed to use all her strength and rack her brains to think of a way, without any room for mercy.

And in Menes' mind, in Egypt, in the Nile Domain, among the countless heroes of the heavens, only the former Amon Hotep, the current Ramses, Tutankhame and the female pharaoh Cleopatra deserve to be treated with a serious attitude, and even equally outstanding pharaohs such as Khufu cannot deserve such an honor.

"What is a Pharaoh? Is it just a man of great power? Is it only the blood of a god and the status of a child of a god? Is it a talent of his own that no one can match? Or does he need the support of the people, the prestige that no one can match, and the establishment of great and immortal feats and deeds that can be recorded in the history books and praised by the people, in order to be crowned the crown of the Pharaoh? Can he be worthy of the most honorable title under the god Pharaoh?"

"No, no, no, it's all wrong, it's not these things, it's all wrong. ”

Sitting on the top of the chair all the time, with one hand supporting his head and the other holding the golden scepter, Menes reflected the figure of Nitokris in his eyes, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and said unhurriedly, for Nitokris's tricks, for the next blow that may be suffered, he did not show the slightest panic and anxiety.

"There are countless children of the gods, and so are the children of the Pharaohs, but not all of them have the title of Pharaoh, and they can carry the crown of the Nile, and the so-called power, the so-called prestige, the so-called talent, these things can be acquired and cultivated, and as long as the brilliance of the gods is still in us, then these things will always be in our hands. ”

"The so-called Pharaoh is the ruler of the land that rules over the people, and at the same time the one who will eventually become a god, the one who will eventually hold up the crown and enter eternity, and the intermediate stage from man to God. ”

"Well, Nitokris did not have the strength of Tutankhamen, nor the wisdom of Cleopatra, nor the strength of Ramses, nor was she outstanding among all the pharaohs, and she did not make any impressive results for three years after ascending the throne of the pharaohs, and if she were to be graded by points, she would not even be able to pass. ”

"Are those great gods dizzy? Give a mediocre person a position below God and above men. Or is there a great god like Zeus who took a fancy to her and brought her to this position in order to win her heart?"

"No, no, no, it's not like that, in my opinion, she is indeed worthy of the name and has the talent and strength that matches the title of Pharaoh, she is a glorious person, she is the darling of the times, she is a strong person who subverts and changes the whole society and the entire Egyptian order, and she becomes the king of Pharaoh as a woman, and she can be compared with me and that sinner just by virtue of such merits. ”

Looking at the pharaoh in the distance, who was still only a maiden, Menes exclaimed.

His evaluation of Nitokris is not inferior to Ramses and Tutanka Moe, so now, he also has to show his strength to deal with it, which is out of respect for the opponent, but also out of the incomparable arrogance in his own character, no matter how powerful the opponent is, there will be no chance of winning in front of this body.

"The first female pharaoh, right here, at this moment, show me, the first pharaoh, your strength. ”

He stood up from his chair, took a book from his bosom with anticipation and enthusiasm on his face, and opened one of the pages of the book.

As the book opened, a viscous magic, with the magic of death, decay, disgusting, and foul smell, began to appear around him, and the light emitted by the sun hanging high in the sky was weakened by these magic around Menes layer by layer, and finally disappeared completely, which also caused the place where Menes was standing to fall into darkness without the slightest light, like an enchantment enveloping him.

Because the light was swallowed up, people outside could not see his movements, and inside this lightless place formed by the gray ** force, Menes had a solemn face, just like the solemnity and sacredness of the most devout believers facing the gods they believed, and he was spitting out the words clearly and clearly chanting the incantations recorded in the books without any fluctuations.

It was a spell of God

It is the language of God

It is a text that can only be written on artifacts

And in the main plane, there are only the sons of God, those who have the divine nature, who can sing with their mouths, with words, and with their voices, and only those who are qualified to chant.

"Here, there is bait for your body, cold water for your throat, sweet breeze for your nostrils, and you are satisfied. ”