My Chat Group Is Really Strange Chapter 643

Beyond these doors lay the Sun King's throne room.

No matter what, as a fellow Pharaoh, she could not commit the rude atrocity of riding a creature inside.

"O Sun King, Nitocris and the travelers of prophecy request an audience with your radiance."

At the Queen's words, which clearly lowered herself beneath him, the entirely golden doors slid smoothly open to either side.

The next moment, Chaldea's group beheld a vast, solemn hall that displayed splendor in its purest form.

All along the walls, beneath golden reliefs, faint streams of light glimmered like enormous magical circuits. They continuously brightened and dimmed as though responding to the rhythm of breathing.

Comfortable, brilliant radiance like sunlight descended from the empty vault above, illuminating the entire hall.

And one beam among those countless rays had gathered at the far end of the hall opposite the gates, upon the lofty throne.

The figure seated upon that throne had nearly merged with the magnificent scenery itself.

Brown skin, golden ornaments wrapped around every part of his body, and a tremendous sense of presence and pressure that Nitocris could not possibly compare to.

Should an ordinary person meet his gaze, they would likely bow their head and submit without a second thought.

One hand casually supported his chin, while the fingers of his other hand lazily tapped the throne's armrest, the slow rhythm carrying the weariness of one who held everything in his grasp.

Though his eyes were half-lidded, as if he were neither awake nor asleep, the surging magical energy surrounding him and his air of supreme self-regard made everyone who had just entered—Artoria, Cú Chulainn, and the other Servants included—feel the formidable power emanating from him.

Just as Mo Wang had said before, Ozymandias now possessed power on the level of a god.

Nitocris