"There's one thing

It is yellow in the morning

It is white at noon

It's red at night

What is it?"

The slave did not answer, and the behemoth waited silently. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The young scholars around the altar waited with great anticrity for the mystery to be revealed, and they had guessed many of the answers themselves, but they did not know what the only correct answer was.

Everyone was attracted to the stage play, they knew it was just a ritual, just a magic, but they were still immersed in a false story.

But they're all wrong.

It's a ritual indeed, it's a stage play, but not everything is fake.

The Sphinx, it's real.

In other words, the puzzle is real.

If Amun, who played the slave, could not answer the answer, he would be killed.

This is the true power of the Rite of Resurrection, which is calling back to reality the gods of Emenchet from the vanished history, without which there would be no power in this world that can resurrect Thoth.

Everyone looked at the slave, and then he answered.

"The sun. ”

The Sphinx was silent.

There was no expression on the golden mask, only a dead silence in his eyes.

Then the behemoth nodded slightly.

"That's right. ”

At that moment, the real world was cheering, and it was not an ethereal feeling, but a fact - the divine power that had supported Emanchet in the mythical age was enlivened by the smooth conduct of the ritual, and the hearts of everyone in the midst were relieved.

Then there will be no more debate about the outcome

We are the Thoth believers right before our eyes

Even though the gods have fallen for a long time

but still wisdom remains

Stop arguing

Now the time has come

We are up to us to fulfill our promises. ”

Osiris stood up, he announced the conclusion while Seth was about to object, and came to the corpse.

"Let's get started. ”

The god who had returned from the underworld spoke calmly, his gaze sweeping over the six gods, who could only bow their heads in agreement, and then accept the fact that the debate was over.

Divine power is stirring in the air, and the seven gods are gathered, and the final stage of the ritual is about to begin.

The seven gods began chanting together.

It was a language beyond human comprehension, and even the seven god actors who kept uttering verses from their mouths didn't know what they were talking about.

At this moment, they are puppets manipulated by the trajectory of fate, and the only end is ahead.

"As I expected. ”

A voice suddenly broke the frozen world.

At that moment, the whole world was torn apart, and a divine power sliced through the altar held up by the divine power like a sharp blade.

The one who spoke was the earl.

The ritual continued, and no one stopped, because if any mistake at this point could cause the ritual to fail, the scattered divine power would wash everyone present into a cloud of dust like the wind blowing away the sand.

"I have no intention of ruining the ritual, sorry. ”

The Count walked straight up to Magellan, who played Osiris.

"I had to make this sacrifice, and then, as I had learned from science in my dream, you yourself went up to the altar. He sighed and began to smear holy water on Magellan's face, "Your soul is noble, and it doesn't cause much pain. ”

Magellan continued to play the role of Osiris, allowing the holy water to cut its trail on his bluish-gray face, but he remained silent.

"Science, I offer you what belongs to you......"

The altar returned to calm, only the sound of chanting incantations continued, the fluctuations of divine power became more and more obvious, and this abnormal world became bigger and bigger.

Everything runs on a trajectory where the end can be clearly seen, and the Count's magic is like a parasitic vine on a tree, no matter how much the giant tree grows, it grows with it, and finally easily takes the life of the tree.

Magellan calmly waited for the final result, his face the six-pointed star representing science, and the great power in it was ready to move.

The count's chanting was coming to an end, and Magellan did not know where he had come, but he knew that the rite of the resurrection of the gods was coming to an end.

Then suddenly, the Count stopped.

He frowned and moved his lips, but he didn't continue to chant, as if he had forgotten the verse below.

Time has finally come to an end, and everything has followed its trajectory to where it should have stopped.

The ritual is finished.

A strange divine power appeared, followed by an unfamiliar voice.

"I've never seen your magic, it's amazing," a huge baboon stood in the middle of the altar, his voice low and hoarse, "it's a power I've never seen before, and your magic, it's amazing." ”

"Of course, you never hesitate to compliment, Thoth. ”

A woman's voice came from the sky, and the divine power that had firmly controlled this world loosened.

"To be able to bring together the power of many people is a realm that the gods have never touched. ”

"But they still failed. ”

The Count broke free from his confinement and turned to face the tall god.

It was a magic force that forcibly stopped his sacrifice, and it was the young apprentices around the altar who cast the magic, their strength was so weak that the Count ignored them completely, but the power was concentrated and the Count's plan failed.

"Thoth, I hate to laugh at you, but you always do. ”

The baboon stood calmly, then turned to look at Amun, who was dressed as a slave.

"You ......"

The god's loud words suddenly became distorted and sharp in the middle of his words, and he seemed to be unaware of it, as if the whole thing had been distorted.

A black cobra emerges from the air around him, and then a goddess appears.

"There are some mortals who are wise, but most of them are dead. ”

It was Isis, the last murderer to murder the gods.

"If the gods can't escape this fate, then their existence is meaningless. ”

The goddess looked around, this was no longer a small world, the completion of the ritual prompted some real change, and the whole world was completely different.

The people who had just finished the ritual were still standing in place, without changing their costumes, and among them stood two glorious gods and an uninvited guest. Around the altar were young apprentices who had been drained of their strength by magic, lying on the ground, barely having the strength to move.

And beyond this glorious altar is a vast world, where the power of the gods still spreads across the earth, mortals kneel down on the earth and pray, the Nile and the yellow sand follow the same trajectory for thousands of years, and everything in heaven and earth is praying for a name:

"Isis, the great sun god!"