To Four Thousand Years Later

flaming

As if the whole world in front of him had become an altar of Baal, dozens or hundreds of walls of flames circled the Taurus and rotated at different speeds. The scorching fire erupting from the ground was enough to burn the sky.

It was not ordinary fire, but the sacrificial fire of Baal. Just touching that flame is tantamount to making an offering to the **** Baal... burnt to ashes without a doubt.

"Rush over! Don't stop, all rush over!"

Renebo shouted in a hoarse voice.

Definitely can't be divided anymore! If you are divided again, you will definitely die!

Looking back now, there is a 100% chance of winning—they rushed all the way here, the hooves of the horses were injured, and the people were already very tired...The Tyrians behind rushed over in chariots, and those archers were all It retains most of its physical strength.

Renebo knew that the nasty Tyrians had been chasing after them, killing those who fell behind, or those whose horses stumbled and fell due to fatigue and injuries, and drove them like sheep...but he couldn't do anything. can't do it.

If it weren't for him constantly burning his magic power and maintaining the courage of the people around him with the power of God Amon, perhaps their morale had already collapsed and they fell into a desperate situation where they could not command.

Although the number and courage of the Tirians behind him were far smaller than his own... as long as he turned his head and rushed to the past, he might be able to disperse them again. Going back and forth a few times can kill them to pieces—after all, Tire is a country without gods, neither demon gods nor real gods exist, and no priests can guarantee their morale.

However, just turning around in their formation is already very difficult.

This road is very narrow. It was the trail they made when they sneaked into the territory of Tyre... It is already the limit to allow ten cavalrymen to pass at the same time.

They are stuffed to the brim now, how could they turn around?

And if they turned their heads directly, those people at the back would not be able to take the responsibility of charging first. If they faced the arrow rain of the Tyrians and hesitated even for a moment, stopping the horse or reversing it, it would be a disaster for the teammates behind.

So Renebo made the right choice right away.

There is no way to fight at all.

Going back is a dead end. It would kill more Tyrians, but that would mean nothing to them...

I can only rush through the wall of fire!

"Rush with me!"

Renebo roared, "God, look at me—"

At that moment, the black lines on his cheeks burned completely, leaving faint scars on his face, and Kinubal in his arms even smelled a faint smell of burning, and was almost frightened stupid.

Fortunately, I am a warrior blessed by God Amon, and my status is equivalent to that of a priest.

He promised to offer himself as a sacrifice to the **** Amun, and in exchange for that, he borrowed miracles from the gods in advance. In this way, when he returns to the country, he will be dedicated to God Amon by the priests... But it's not too much anyway.

In this battle, more than half of the fighters were lost because of that idiot Hada. Originally, he had no choice but to die.

And the dead don't die twice

That being the case... it is better to die early.

"God Amon, ah, ah, ah!"

Renebo's pleas and wailing were mixed together. All the black tattoos on the back lit up and turned into flames.

His clothes were also ablaze and he had burns on his back. Under the extreme speed of running, those flames dragged long traces backwards, looking from behind, it looked like short wings of fire had drilled out of Renebo's back.

As Renebo's whole body started to burn, the golden-red flames completely enveloped him. But the horse under his seat and the young son in his arms were unscathed.

At that moment, the temple of God Amon descended.

With Renebo at the center, the surrounding air became heavy and solemn. Those sky-high seven or eight-meter-high walls of fire were suppressed to less than half a meter, and they also stopped rotating. And the complicated golden words that emerged in the air were ignited mercilessly by the flames as soon as they appeared.

Although the fire was much smaller, the sun seemed to be three times more intense, and the people who were roasting could barely open their eyes.

A blurry figure roaring like a storm and a figure shining with dazzling brilliance emerged in the air at the same time. One is above the bull, and the other is above Renebo's head.

Finally, Renebo approached Taurus. He slowly slowed himself down, allowing the brothers around him to quickly pass by him.

Most of the Egyptian soldiers rushed over from the sacrificial range covered with obstacles. Only a very small number of people accidentally bumped into the flame column like a tree stump. If the reaction is faster, it will immediately roll off the horse, and if the reaction is a little slower, it will explode into ashes together with the horse.

But those two huge blurred figures just looked at each other. Maybe they are still communicating in a way that no one can understand...but they never attack, just keep a distance and confront each other.

Renebo breathed a sigh of relief.

The timing of the demon god's arrival and the miracles displayed depend on their mood. And their mood generally depends on the quality of the offering...

Although I don't know where those Tyrians got the gold to make such a big golden bull. He also had to admit that his status as a mere mortal was obviously different from that of the Taurus.

If God Baal chooses to attack himself...he also doesn't know whether God Amon will block his attack for him. No, definitely not.

After most of the Egyptian soldiers rushed out, Renebo didn't hesitate anymore, and rushed out directly with his horse.

And Baal just looked at God Amon and watched him go away.

With the departure of God Amon, the area where the two temples overlap gradually separated. The pillar of fire rose again, stopping the Tyrians who were chasing after them.

After a few more minutes, the two temporary temples separated and disappeared at the same time. It was as if the two demon gods had reached an agreement.

The ground near the golden bull was still hot, and the Tyrean horses dared not step on it at all; and Renebo's body was like a burnt firewood, becoming emaciated and dry, and his skin was scorched black.

God Amon's favor and magic power began to fade from Renebo.

— A man never dies twice. In the same way, God will no longer give power to a dead person or a sacrifice.

Pharaoh was the son of Ammon. Their ancestors had the blood of Amon, and when they were still in their mother's womb, this sacred blood was purified by Amon. Therefore, every current pharaoh has at least half the concentration of Amon's blood... just like Amon's son.

Thus the will of the Pharaoh is the will of Ammon. He is Amon's warrior, his power comes from Amon, and he will belong to Amon. The way Pharaoh executed him was to sacrifice it to Amon... But before the Pharaoh gave the order, he sacrificed himself to Amon in advance, in exchange for strength.

This is tantamount to taking advantage of a loophole in the rules and offering two things with one thing—sacrificing the same sacrifice twice.

…What is worse than feeding God cold rice is feeding God leftovers from the previous night.

In a sense, it can be said to be a blasphemy against God... But Amon forgave him, did not take his life immediately, and left him enough strength and life to return to Egypt alive.

Kinubal in his arms felt that the iron-like arms were no longer so firm and firm. If you want to break free, you can break free at any time... But he no longer resisted Renebo so much, and just looked at him blankly.

"Go back and ask Pharaoh to be your father... Do you know?"

He said to Kinubal in a hoarse voice, "This will keep you alive."

Kinubal finally nodded obediently this time.

On the other side, the people of Tire saw the huge golden bull looking directly at them, and thought of the miracle before, they got off the chariot one after another, knelt down and confessed to the bull.

The golden bull stopped the Egyptians first, in order to give the Tyrians a chance to take revenge; and it stopped the Tyrians later, which must have warned them to stop in time.

"My god... are you back again?"

The generals of the Tyreans almost had tears in their eyes.

This golden bull that appeared without warning on the escape route of the Egyptians was undoubtedly a symbol of Baal's return to them!

"Quickly... bring the golden bull back and present it to the king!"

A soldier who used to be a priest but became a general because God ignored them shouted excitedly: "This is a gift from God! It must be placed in the middle of the royal city—"

Although the Egyptians fled, the Tyrians fell into a thick jubilation and joy instead: "We have God again in Tire!"

"Tyre is about to rise again—"

They had never been so sure of it for a moment.