"Phew, good thing the Underworld Pharaohs of the Songhai Empire still have some sense and didn't pull the lousy stunt of a 'dual speaker-in-charge' at the last minute."
Inside the bridge of the Millennium Quicksand, Murphy sat in the captain's chair, looking through the psionic projection of the Orb of the Afterlife.
Through Afeng's adventure assistant, he watched the entire funeral grand ceremony of Tutmosis II and the "king-selection" ritual of the Songhai Empire in the form of a "livestream."
Given the distance between his current maintenance zone of the Vanguard of Origins and the Holy City of the Moon, it far exceeded the maximum connection range of the Far-Calculating Orb. However, with the technical support of Lady Rose—the "strongest network administrator in another world"—Murphy got to experience in advance the powerful feature of the "World Wide Web Wi-Fi."
That picture quality.
Tsk tsk, needless to say, it was simply like being there in person; he could even see the fading hickey on the back of Triss's neck crystal clear.
At the final moment of the king-selection ritual, Triss produced the artificial divine spark and handed it over to the Underworld will as an expression of sincerity, promising to fulfill past agreements as a condition to win the ancient kings' recognition of Freyr's succession to the throne. When Mamluk finally jumped out as the hidden bastard, Murphy knew that his and Bayek's scheming had finally reached its final step.
That brainless idiot, the King of Wraiths, had been outmaneuvered by Bayek during the Battle of the Black Flame Crater, getting recaptured and thrown back into the seal of the Abyss of Wraiths. Having not experienced the process of the Lord of the Hunt's fall, that fellow naturally did not know that Murphy still possessed such an outrageous gadget as the