The slave's dwelling was an ugly, cramped little place, and even if it was a slave of the pharaoh, the place where he lived was called a "shack" was a distorted compliment. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It's a bunker with branches on it.

The tall goddess stood outside the door, but she couldn't think of a way to get in, and the divine power around her was pervasive, and all around her was quiet.

Just then, an old man walked up to the shack.

"The beautiful goddess Nephthys lives in the desert

She is the owner of pearls

Beautiful and charming

You, this beautiful waterfowl

Why not stay there

To know in the palace of the pharaohs

We slaves always take you and sacrifice them to the nobles. ”

The old slave did not seem to be weakened, and he casually said a few words to the goddess who had transformed into a swan, and went into the shack.

"Ah, Thoth, the master of wisdom

Although you are also my master

But I always have to speak ill of you

Because wisdom is like that

The gods are being played by you

In the end, there is no way to resurrect it

Clever, but mistaken by cleverness. ”

Although he kept saying sarcastic words, the old man took out a clay tablet and placed it under the statue of the baboon, and began to chant.

It is a long, complex poem, an ancient Emangkai spell that never appeared, the Countess was the first human in the whole world to know its contents, and the second was the magician who played the slave, Amun.

As the ritual progressed like a theatrical play, the altar had expanded into a space beyond imagination, with a glorious court of gods and an endless desert, with a ruined shack at the foot of the majestic pharaoh's palace, where the young magicians involved in the ritual struggled to support themselves in the power of the gods, marveling at what had happened, but unable to make a sound.

Once again, Amun's performance exceeded their imagination, he recited the long poem purely from memory, without pause, without mistakes, and at that moment, his face looked as if it belonged to a great god.

"Mortals make mortals inferior to mortals

The gods make the gods higher than the gods

Be smart, think you're smart

He probably doesn't know you. ”

As the long poem nears its end, Seth appears.

The master of the sandstorm summoned a fierce wind that covered the sky and the sun, and the black clouds were like a curtain, and the sky and the earth were the same color, and they were drowsy.

"I will send you to Osiris,

Learn to worship him, mortal!"

The giant god raised his hand, the spear appeared, and the slave was about to die, but at this moment, the old man still had a smile on his face.

"The gods were deceived by Thoth

I was in a state of panic

It can be seen that there is no wisdom to win power

Osiris was silent

The power of the great god is boundless!"

Seth had a furious look on his face, his entire face distorted, but after a short moment, the god sent his spear forward.

Then Nephthys appeared.

The goddess of protection blocked the deadly spear with her wings, and she showed her true face before the tyrant, shouting for him to stop.

But the owner of the sandstorm refused.

At that moment, the furious god brandished his spear, and the world seemed to have come to an end, and the whole of Emankai trembled in the sandstorm.

Nephthys was no match for her, grabbing the slave and flying into the sky, but Sandstorm chased after him, and Seth chased after him with his spear raised and his foot on the black storm.

All the gods saw the furious chase, mortals praying on earth, and they had foreseen the outcome.

Nephthys was not spared.

The tyrant's carriage eventually caught up with his prey, and he threw a spear that slashed through the air and sliced into the goddess's wings, splattering blood.

"I will not allow the gods to murder the gods!"

Osiris, who had never left the courtroom, raised a hand, but he did nothing.

"Seth!"

Nephthys screamed and flapped her wings, leaving behind a trail of golden blood, and escaped like lightning.

The tyrant stood like a beast whose prey had been snatched away, and stood in the middle of the hunting ground and raised his head and roared, and the sandstorm surged and roared like his rage, and spread all around, but at last it calmed down and gradually dissipated.

"Osiris!

Thoth toyed with the gods

And you're the mastermind

The gods are just barely breathing

You will be resurrected to wisdom

What can he do?!"

Osiris on the throne snorted coldly and said nothing.

Three days passed in a flash, the court of the gods reopened, the gods arrived, and there was an extra slave behind the square.

"The time has come

The trial continues

Unless you have found the believers of Thoth

Otherwise, there is no need to say more

The results are known to all. ”

Pharaoh stepped forward to bow to Osiris, and then let the old slave stand before the gods.

This is Thoth's followers

Although he came from a humble background, he was extremely intelligent. ”

The gods were uncharacteristically calm.

No one except the performers who played the gods knew that the danger lurking during the ritual was approaching.

"There are many people in the world who claim to be wise

Those who are willing to follow the gods

But not everyone who was a believer in Thoth could do it

How can you know that a person knows wisdom

Just look at his face?"

The debate between the gods finally reached the final step: they had to test the slave's wits with a puzzle, and if he could answer it, it would be enough to prove that he was a believer in Thoth.

Despite the insistence of Nephthys and Horus, Seth insisted that Osiris had to do so, and eventually, as everyone expected, Osiris agreed.

"There will be a puzzle before you that even the great gods do not know the answer to. ”

Osiris announced his decision in a way that had always been so simple as to be incomprehensible, and then the Lord of the Underworld stood up.

"The author is ......"

A loud roar began to sound outside the altar.

"Sphinx...... Sphinx. ”

There were four tremors in the earth, the whole altar shook, a great wind roared in the sky, and then a violent wind came down with dust and sand.

The head of a giant beast appeared on the altar, a face belonging to the pharaoh covering the sky.

It was a winged lion, standing upright with its two front paws on the edge of the altar, flapping its wings for balance, its golden mask with no expression on its face, and the only thing in its eyes that wasn't covered by cold metal was nothing.

"Descend at the call of the gods

I am the Sphinx, the author of the impartial question

O proud man

No matter how brave you are

Listen to me

If you can't find out the answer to the mystery

The end can be described as tragic

If you don't have wisdom with you

It's better to turn around. ”

The slave laughed.

"I love the puzzles

The life of a slave was not idle

Fetch water in the dry season and farm in the rainy season

The Nile is constantly moving

If only the gods had mercy

A little time

Guess the riddle no matter how late it is. ”

The massive monster nodded like a machine and began to tell its riddles.

No one knows what is happening at this moment.