Truly Baffling

Several days later, at the Eagle's Nest and the Evening Bell Temple, a thick night enveloped everything.

The crisp, lingering sound echoed within the quiet room.

Samael lowered his eyes, gazing at the neatly cut gold and blue scepter on the table. He picked it up, played with it, and stroked it, a pleased smile curving his lips.

"It seems you've lost your mind?"

"I have failed in my mission. Although I took their heads twice, I have only brought back this useless thing..."

The shadows, blending seamlessly with the environment, gradually solidified. The black-clad skeleton swordsman, moving through the darkness, pondered and replied with considerable regret.

He had clearly severed the Pharaoh's head, yet within the Radiant Composite Temple, his Feather of Death could not prevent the resurrection of Ramesses II.

"Gods are not so easy to kill."

Samael took a sip of his sweet and sour drink, weighed the gold and blue certificate in his hand, and responded nonchalantly.

That is indeed the case.

The gods are currently the pinnacle of combat power on Earth, under the constraints of prohibitions. Unless there are special circumstances, they are not so easily defeated.

In the Battle of the City of Seven Hills, Cyrus made numerous preparations in order to assassinate Divine Ancestor Romulus.

Heroes from Egypt and Persia nearly swarmed out, creating chaos; several Hassan from the Assassins' Order infiltrated the Pantheon, undermining its foundations and disrupting its divine blessing; a combined attack from three powerful deities forced a weakness into its defenses; finally, this Grand Assassin unleashed a thunderous strike, shattering its divine core.

It can be said that Cyrus the Great did everything he could in this assassination attempt, from manpower and timing to location and tactics, in order to barely succeed.

Previously, Samael had also laid an ambush against Cyrus the Great.

He used two provinces as hunting grounds, nearly 70,000 Roman elites as bait, and also arranged for 5,000 Amazon Warrior as support.

In the end, it still fell short.

Cyrus risked serious injury to escape, and the emergence of the Angra Mainyu, the Dark God nearly caused a natural disaster. In the end Samael almost lost his life.

Therefore, even though the old man was Grand Assassin, when he went to Egypt alone, he was fighting against the remnants of the entire Egyptian pantheon.

It was truly remarkable that he was able to behead Ramesses II twice when he was completely isolated and helpless; it was simply a feat of extraordinary skill.

As for the resurrection of Ozymandias, that's a perfectly normal occurrence.

The exterior of the Radiant Composite Temple is that of a pyramid-shaped pharaoh's tomb, representing the alternation of death and life, and containing divinely granted immortality.

Osiseus, the first pharaoh of Egypt since the Age of Gods, was envied by his brother Set, the god of the desert and death, because he controlled fertile land and a large population.

At a banquet, the pharaoh who brought prosperity to Egypt was murdered by his brother through a conspiracy. He was then dismembered into fourteen pieces and his remains were scattered in various corners of Egypt.

His wife Isis, despite her best efforts, only managed to find thirteen pieces of his remains. Even so, Osiseus was resurrected.

Therefore, the pharaoh's resurrection is a traditional art, and it would be an accident if Ozymandias, the current Pharaoh of Egypt, didn't have this.

"Old man, don't worry about it. According to our calculations, this Pharaoh is more valuable alive than dead."

After a brief moment of thought, Samael smiled, his gaze meeting that of the Old Man of the Mountain in mid-air.

"By the way, you shouldn't have been exposed, right?"

"Following your advice, I only chose to act when Ramesses II was alone, and never showed my face in public. This should not have escaped the Pharaoh's scrutiny."

The old man's blue-green light dissipated, and he changed back into his home attire of a coarse cloth robe. Sitting opposite him, he nodded slightly to Samael and spoke frankly.

"Kings are always suspicious. It's not good to be too suspicious about some things. They tend to believe the answers they find themselves, especially the proud ones."

Samael smiled, his grasp of human nature was meticulous.

Then, the ancient snake paused, looked at the Old Man of the Mountain Bi with a solemn expression, and its gaze softened.

"Besides, I've dragged you onto this pirate ship again, so I can't betray your trust, can I?"

As long as no direct evidence is left and no one readily admits it, rounding up is equivalent to not having done it at all.

Since this matter in Egypt won't reach the ears of that Great Persian Emperor, you and the religious order need not worry. Everything can continue as usual, and you can rest easy."

Samael raised the corners of his lips, revealing a mocking smile.

"After all, this Pharaoh has a sense of shame..."

"This also makes it easier to frame the Persian Empire."

The old man glanced up at his nominal superior and finished the sentence he hadn't said.

"Despicable?"

"No, it's the wise thing to do."

"That's right. In an unequal game, it's not shameful for the weak to use the Rules and scheme to create favorable conditions for themselves. Another interpretation of conspiracy is wisdom."

The struggle between humans and gods is just like this!

Samael tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, his tone deep and his gaze distant.

"Been taught a lesson..."

The Old Man of the Mountain carefully pondered the meaning behind it, and nodded slowly as he pondered.

Talking to smart people is simple and worry-free. Samael nodded in satisfaction, finished his drink, got up and walked out of the Evening Bell Temple. He looked down at the gold and blue scepter that his wife was playing with, and chuckled softly.

"Judging by the time, my greetings will arrive soon."

Meanwhile, in Egypt, the Radiant Composite Temple.

Click...

A crisp, rustling sound echoed in the empty hall. The two Female Pharaoh, Hot Sand Sphinx and feeling somewhat drowsy, were suddenly jolted awake. They immediately lowered their heads, looked down at their noses, and stood obediently.

Click...

Another creaking sound came from the throne. Nitocris, her curiosity piqued, glanced at the Pharaoh who was holding his head and moving his neck from side to side, and muttered to herself.

When did Wang develop this problem?

"What are you looking at?"

"No... it's nothing. I just felt that Your Majesty might be too tired from handling government affairs. You've been having neck pain lately. I know some folk remedies. Should I ask you for them? And could you also concoct some Magic Potion?"

Suddenly, a faint, cold snort echoed in Nito's ears, and the Female Pharaoh's ears immediately perked up. She first stammered in rebuttal, and then poured out her thoughts like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.

"I am the King of Kings, the Omnipotent God! All things and myriad things are in my hands, how could I possibly suffer from such a minor ailment!"

Having precisely stepped on a landmine, Ramesses II's face darkened, he frowned and snorted coldly, his gaze towards Nitocris gradually turning sinister.

However, before the Pharaoh could delve into the matter of the subordinate who had reprimanded him, an urgent letter arrived at his door, causing him to clutch the envelope embroidered with rose petals, his eyes flashing with surprise.

A letter from the Romans? Interesting...