Egyptian Mythology: Daily Life of the Desert God

Chapter 69 God said, you deserve to die!
To the west of the water grass oasis.

At this moment, there was chaos, with hundreds of people surrounding twenty tribal warriors shouting.

People infected with Melasma include children, teenagers, and the elderly.

Without exception, they all have family members who are worried about them and want them to be cured.

So said the troublemakers.

"Why, why don't you let them save people?!" A man in his forties shouted at the top of his lungs.

The warriors of the tribe could only repeat over and over again: "They are madmen."

"The patriarch died in their hands."

"And they don't believe in the great, noble god of the desert."

After saying that, the tribal warriors would look back angrily at those lunatics and the traitors who betrayed the tribe!
As long as the traitors dare to get close, they will definitely kill them!
The ones called madmen were thirteen men wearing white robes and looking pious.

Seven men and four women, all around thirty years old.

Behind them, there were thirteen men and women with complicated expressions.

and eight young men wearing the cloth armor of tribal warriors.

Further back, there is a temporary residence separated by thorns.

Thousands of people were isolated here, emitting an unpleasant smell and wailing, moaning, and calling for help.

"The priest is here!"

Suddenly, a loud shout attracted everyone's attention.

Not far away, wearing a white linen skirt and white linen top.

With a golden desert pattern painted on his forehead, the childish-looking Damses held the statue given by the desert god.

He came over with the tribal leader, elders, and some slaves.

The people who were shouting for the tribal warriors to agree to the thirteen people's rescue were quieted down.

After Damses became the priest of the god, the tribe became more powerful.

In addition, the tribe always emphasizes its belief in the desert god.

The people of the tribe did not dare to be presumptuous in front of the prestigious priests and the statues of the great desert gods.

Naturally, there is another reason.

It's because they have a guilty conscience.

Thirteen followers of the omnipotent god.

They proposed that the condition for treating people infected with black spot disease is to believe in the omnipotent God.

According to the rules of the tribe, believing in the alien god is betraying the desert god!
What's more, the patriarch still died in the hands of these madmen.

Although they are doing it for their relatives and loved ones, it does not mean that they are not guilty.

Damses stopped not far from the troubled tribesmen, and he looked at them calmly.

A tribesman lowered his head in shame.

But some people decided to break the can!

The blacksmith Lepong, who had just gotten married ten days ago, pushed aside the crowd, walked up to Damses, and saluted respectfully.

"Master Priest, I beg you, I beg you."

"Please agree to let the tribe's people believe in the omnipotent god!"

"Blackspot spreads outside the oasis."

“The desert didn’t keep this disease out!”

"Even if the sick people are abandoned, all the tribesmen will eventually be infected."

“So why don’t we believe in a god who can cure melasma?!”

These words were sincere and true, and the people who came to make trouble were moved.

"Yes, Lord Priest, believe in the omnipotent God!"

"Lepong is right!"

"Master Priest, please hear our cry!"

The troublemakers echoed so loudly because they felt that Le Pong perfectly said what they wanted to say.

Moved, they looked at Damses expectantly.

Wanting to get affirmation from this young priest.

I'm sure they're not selfish, they're doing it for the tribe!

However, what they saw on Damses' face was indifference.

Damses looked directly at this strong blacksmith who could forge weapons for the tribe.

"Lepong, your parents went with the caravan to sell goods."

"But he died in a monster attack, leaving behind a hundred gold debt and nine-year-old you."

"The patriarch takes pity on you, pays off your debt, distributes his own food to you every month, and also teaches you how to read."

"I noticed that you have a talent for making weapons, so I sent you to be a blacksmith apprentice."

"After you left the army, did the clan leader ask you to pay back a hundred gold?"

Lepong didn't understand why Damses mentioned this matter, so he replied truthfully.

"The patriarch didn't ask me to repay a hundred gold, but..."

Damses sneered: "But what?"

"How did the patriarch die?"

"You were killed because you expelled the followers of the omnipotent God you wanted to believe in!"

"Lepong, in front of the desert god's statue, do you dare to say that you are worthy of the clan leader?!"

Le Pong didn't know how to answer the stern question. He opened his mouth, then lowered his head and said nothing.

Damssis looked at the fat man who shouted loudest just now and said coldly.

"Sifu, the day after your wife died, you spent money to buy a new wife."

"Are you worried about the wife you bought back?"

The tribal leader smiled disdainfully when he heard this and said, "This guy wanted to buy a slave a few days ago."

"That slave has just turned eighteen."

"As a result, I tried to use tricks to get it at a low price, but I was beaten up."

Fat Sifu's face suddenly turned pale, he felt embarrassed and lowered his head.

Damses coldly named the troublemakers one by one.

Damses, who had a problem with his character, pointed it out without hesitation.

He also named those people who had received favor from the patriarch. He grew up in the tribe and knew the tribesmen very well!
"For the tribe?" Damses sneered: "Does the tribe need a so-called omnipotent false god?"

"For a false god, are you going to betray the Desert God, betray the dead clan leader, and betray the tribe?!"

Two questions made all the troublemakers lower their heads.

Are you really ashamed?
Damses didn't feel that they were no longer worthy of trust for being able to come here to cause trouble.

However, now is not the time to deal with them.

At this moment, the thirteen believers in the omnipotent God who had been watching approached.

The one among the thirteen believers had a red mark between his eyebrows, and he spoke.

"Believers of strange gods, our gods are not false gods."

“Our God is our Master and He is the only true God.”

"The god you believe in is a false god."

"False gods have brought trouble to you, and this disease is caused by false gods."

"Believe in the true God."

“You are as lost sheep in the sight of the true God.”

"With guidance, you can get back on the right path."

The tribal leader and other tribal warriors looked at the believers in the middle angrily.

On the contrary, Damses was very calm. He held the statue given by the desert god and said calmly.

"Those who slander the God of the Desert should burn away their faults with fire."

Hearing this, the tribal warriors and tribal leaders understood and gathered around with weapons in hand.

Seeing this, the thirteen people who were being treated not far away, as well as the tribal warriors who had betrayed the tribe, rushed towards the leader and others.

Damses chanted a spell, and a wall of fire as tall as one person separated them.

After he prayed for the dead clan leader, not only his actual combat strength, but also the power of the fire magic he practiced increased hundreds of times!
The tribal leaders have already known about the changes in the priests.

But for the first time, the tribal warriors saw the magic of a wall of fire as tall as one person!
No matter what kind of magic it is, it is rarely used in combat because it is not as powerful as weapons.

This is common sense among tribal warriors!

Nowadays, common sense has been overturned, but they are excited, excited, and take it for granted!

Because Lord Damses is a priest chosen by God!
"Betraitors will also be killed," Damses said coldly.

"Yes!" The tribal warriors and tribal leaders responded loudly.

A cold wind blew.

The people making trouble looked at the wall of fire that was as tall as one person.

There was also a young priest who was holding the statue of the desert god in the moonlight with an indifferent expression on his face, and a chill arose in his heart.

The man with the red mark on his forehead shouted loudly: "O omnipotent God, grant your devout thirteen followers divine power!"

Twelve others shouted the same.

Boom!
The next moment, the believer with a red mark on his forehead was lying on the ground.

The tribal warrior commander stepped forward to add another leg.

The other warriors follow closely!
The Twelve tried to fight back.

However, numbers do not prevail, and strength does not prevail.

The tribal warriors tried their best to vent their anger tonight!

Seeing this, the traitor on the other side of the fire wall shouted.

"Stop it, stop it!"

"Beating the apostles will bring disaster!"

"The omnipotent God will bring disaster to us!"

After hearing this, the tribal warriors struck harder!

If the priest hadn't said that he wanted to burn them to death, the tribal warriors and leaders would have wanted to hack them to death bit by bit!

Hearing this, Damses raised the statue of the desert god he was holding and said loudly.

"The oracle of the Desert God, sinners who blaspheme the Desert God should be burned to death!"

"Burn to death!" the tribal warriors shouted in agreement as they fought.

Suddenly, the bodies of the thirteen believers who were beaten were bloody and unconscious, and a white light flashed on their bodies.

The wounds on their bodies healed quickly and their consciousness became clear again.

And, he overturned the tribal warriors.

The tribal leader dodged the sudden counterattack, drew out his close-fitting short knife and slashed at the neck of the believer with a red mark on his forehead!

when!
The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded!
The long knife made of red copper was actually blocked by human skin!
"A miracle!" the betrayers knelt down and shouted.

The believer with the red mark on his forehead looked at the tribal leader and said, "God said that the skin of his believers is like iron."

The tribal leader snorted, quickly retreated, and prevented other tribal warriors from going up.

Damses lowered his raised hands and chanted a spell in a low voice.

"God says that his followers are infinitely powerful!" the believer of the omnipotent God said again.

The other twelve believers also stood up and repeated the words of the Red Seal believers.

At this moment, they were glowing with white light.

The next moment, a fiery snake spit out from Damses' mouth and rushed towards the thirteen believers!
The fire snake was able to grow in the wind, and when it reached the thirteen believers, it was already ten meters long!
The fiery snake hit the thirteen believers!

The raging fire ignited the thirteen believers!
The stench of burnt flesh instantly filled the nostrils of everyone present.

"God said that his followers will not be harmed by fire." The red-seal believer, whose skin and flesh were carbonized and whose face was ferocious, said calmly.

The twelve believers echoed with the same calmness.

The white light flashes even more dazzlingly.

Thirteen believers recovered quickly from the fire.

At this time, the betrayers knelt down in reverence!
The troublemakers each had their own thoughts, looking at the thirteen believers who were safe and sound in the blazing fire.

The tribal warriors were prepared for a desperate fight.

The commander looked at Damses.

Damses stared at the thirteen believers calmly, chanting in a low voice the most powerful spell he had mastered!
Suddenly, Damses stopped singing and his eyes fell on the statue he was holding, as if listening to something.

After a moment, Damses smiled arrogantly, held up the statue of the desert god, and shouted.

"The desert god said, you deserve to die!"

(End of this chapter)