Chapter 975 Sweet Child O' Mine (Thanks to Li Erzhuang for Being the Leader)

Cairo.

Hot wind blows on my face.

On the open-top off-road vehicle, Russell raised his hand, pressed his turban, and looked up at the yellow sand flying in the distance. The farther away from the city, the sparser the greenery becomes. In the end, apart from the short bushes, there are only buildings in the distance.

In this ancient and closed country, everything seems to have nothing to do with outsiders.

The residents live a peaceful life day after day. Even if there are occasional tourists from far away, they can only appreciate the beautiful scenery here and cannot truly enter their lives.

No matter how warm the smiles are, there will always be a cold barrier between them.

Even those who occasionally go out to study or work rarely talk to others about life in their hometown, even though there is no difference between here and there.

I can't tell whether he is cold or arrogant.

A self-sufficient, self-care life, less contact with the outside world, and no concern for what is happening outside.

The country has endured for thousands of years under the rule of the Pharaohs, and will continue to do so.

But now, the mighty motorcade winds along the road and enters the city gate.

After passing through the gates, at the end, there was only one car parked in front of the final square.

The old man in black robe who had been waiting for a long time looked unhappy.

"You guys are a little late," he said. "You're almost running out of time."

"Something happened on the way, sorry."

"I've heard about the Golden Dawn. They did a good job, but it still can't be used as an excuse."

The old man did not bother about being late. He waved and led the way, walking in a hurry: "You are really never punctual... Even if you don't care about the occasion, you still have to care about the person, right?"

"Russell, be serious. After passing this village, there won't be this store anymore. You must cherish the opportunity."

Russell was confused, "Why are you more anxious than me?"

"Maybe it's because I'm not a stinky idiot who always pretends that I don't care, but actually I care to death."

"Hey, we haven't seen each other for decades, can't you be nice?"

"No, I'm not friendly."

The old man looked back at him and said, "If time were not tight, I would still want to hit someone. Thirty years ago, I would have broken your dog's neck with a stick."

You can feel the anxiety and urgency in the expression of your old friend.

"Okay, my fault." Russell raised his hands and surrendered: "Actually, I tried my best to keep the promise, but those bastards of Golden Dawn always made trouble.

There are always surprises, my friend. "

"But some things shouldn't be there."

The presiding officer of the Egyptian genealogy, the high priest of the god Thoth, who was less than one person and more than ten thousand people, said: "You'd better hurry up and hurry up."

"what happened?"

"Your Majesty is going to sleep early. I don't know how long it will take to wake up next time." The high priest of God Thoth said: "This is the only thing I can arrange for you."

"Thank you." Russell Surong expressed his gratitude.

"Before returning to Egypt, I was also a member of the Utopia. If you want to reorganize the Kingdom of Heaven's lineage, I will naturally not sit back and do nothing. But I'm afraid that's all I can do for you."

The high priest said hurriedly: "Half an hour ago, His Majesty just issued an order to close the country's borders. Starting tomorrow...if you come one day late, I'm afraid you won't be able to enter Egypt.

In this war of all realms, Egypt will not participate in anything other than necessary defense. "

"so serious?"

Russell was stunned: "What happened?"

"I don't know, but His Majesty certainly has his reasons for doing this."

The high priest's footsteps paused slightly, and finally he turned back and reminded seriously: "I know you like to tell jokes, but it's better to be more respectful here... If you still want to let His Majesty make a prophecy for you."

"I will."

Russell nodded, no longer smiling.

In front of the dark gate is the last palace of the noble emperor in this world.

Sleep in the mausoleum.

The palace of the afterlife of the Pharaoh after his death, or... the cage.

Waiting for him inside was the seventeenth pharaoh named 'Amenhotep', who was also the most far-sighted among the many human incarnations of the Nine Pillars.

His gift was prophecy.

Established prophecy.

Far more than any pharaoh in the past, after combining many gods, he can be called an absolutely foreseeable power.

Whatever he said will definitely happen, and there will definitely be no discounts or twists. There are no word games, nor any luck.

An absolutely correct prediction.

A prophecy that cannot be changed.

But the price was a far greater degree of divine aberration than any pharaoh in history.

He was a man of few words throughout his life, and had never spoken any words except for a few decrees. Despite this, at the age of thirty-four, he was forced to live in the tomb in advance, relying on the secrets in the pyramid. Yi suppressed the boiling divine blood in his body.

Amidst solemn chants and prayers, Russell took off his clothes, washed away the dust, and put on his robe.

Step by step into the darkness.

Unaccompanied by anyone.

I stepped into the huge maze alone.

The deeper you go down, the greater the power you can feel. It was like a ferocious trapped animal panting in a cage, swallowing its own blood hoarsely.

Live with the pain.

Solemn praise and rich incense cannot disguise this gradually solidifying essence.

In the end, Russell even began to wonder, was he walking in the present world, or walking through the palace of the ruler in hell?

Even more exaggerated than that...

What he has to face is the eternal human emperor created by the divine power of the nine pillar gods, the pharaoh who has been struggling in the quagmire of solidification and distortion for decades.

This creepy surging darkness is not a prop used by him to deliberately mock the guests. On the contrary, it is to protect the guests themselves.

And now, after passing through the deep corridor, he finally came to the hall with no end or appearance.

Above the darkness, dim light illuminated the outline of the throne and the thin figure.

His long hair was like running water, winding through the darkness and illuminated by the jumping lights, making it difficult to tell whether it was material or illusory.

Faintly transparent.

His face was blurry, and no matter how intently he stared, he could only glimpse an elusive shadow.

There were no ceremony officials, no attendants, and no witnesses.

The declining Pharaoh is far away from Russell.

There was a hoarse murmur coming from the high platform, like talking in a dream, making it difficult to hear clearly.

"His Majesty."

Russell touched his chest and saluted.

"There is no need to say more..."

The Pharaoh's voice echoed in the darkness, but it was impossible to tell whether it was old or young, rich or high-pitched, just like the sound of the darkness itself.

The emperor on the throne gasped, enduring the pain of distortion, "I already know your purpose. I will respond to your request. But Russell, you have to understand... prophecy does not come without a price."

He said:

"——The price of prophecy is the prophecy itself."

Under the long steps, Russell smiled and nodded.

"I will enjoy it like a cake."

In the darkness, there was a long silence.

There seemed to be a distant gaze cast down.

So cold, so indifferent, overlooking all the changes in the world.

Insight into the future.

At that moment, Russell heard a voice from the future.

An hour later, the high priest waiting outside the tomb once again saw Russell walking out of the darkness.

Smiling calmly.

It's like coming back from an outing, relaxed and comfortable.

The moment they passed each other, the two nodded to each other and paid their last respects. Without saying anything else, the two people who once belonged to the Utopia said goodbye like this, knowing that this would be the last time they would see each other.

The high priest walked into the darkness again.

Russell walked outside the palace.

Behind him, the palace door closed for the first time. As he left, the ship of the past life turned into a phantom and disappeared into the eternal storm and mist.

Two hours later, Russell handed over his and Marcus' passports to the customs for inspection. After being stamped, the last car left the Egyptian border.

The iron gates on both sides of the level slowly closed inwards.

This ancient country has once again closed its borders.

On both sides of the winding road, countless green plants gradually sprouted, and the wind blowing against our faces seemed to become gentle, blowing the moisture from the distance.

"Spring is coming soon."

Russell raised his hand, put on his sunglasses, and turned on the radio. Then, among the rustling sound of electricity, there was a song from a long time ago.

You can't help but sing along.

In the passenger seat, Marcus woke up from his deep sleep and looked quietly at the scenery outside the window, his mottled white hair flying in the wind.

Listening to his muffled singing, the cloudy pupils seemed to clear up.

Return to the bright days of youth.

"Russell, are you happy?" he asked doubtfully.

"yes."

Russell nodded happily.

Seeing his beaming expression, the old man asked curiously: "What happened to make you smile so contentedly?"

"Nothing has happened yet, my friend."

Russell thought for a moment and nodded: "I just remembered the happy things——"

"About the future?"

"yes."

"About us?"

"That's right."

Russell smiled and replied: "About us and them in the future... and everything. Whether it is good or bad, it is all exciting.

As long as there is a future. "

He took one last look back, and the ancient country gradually disappeared on the horizon behind him.

Look back.

Just like that, gradually fade away.

Overjoyed, impatient, full of joy and expectation, welcome your own future.

"Russell, the lineage of the Kingdom of Heaven will eventually be reborn."

In that palace, which was as solemn and cold as a tomb, the Pharaoh, who was imprisoned in darkness, woke up from his long dream and revealed a prophecy from the future.

He said:

"—after you die."

That's the best thing in the world.

After my death there will be no more floods.