Egyptian Mythology: Daily Life of the Desert God

The top leaders of the Baisha tribe are nothing more than young clan leaders, commanders, elders and the like.

Every tribe basically has this set of classes.

Soon, the Son of God of Nice came back with the trembling senior officials.

Seth's clone glanced at the thirty senior officials in front of him and said, "Who is the young patriarch?"

The senior executives looked at each other, and finally the oldest old man knelt down and answered in fear.

"Honorable sir, the Baisha tribe does not have a young leader."

"What about the son of the patriarch who just died?" Seth's clone said impatiently.

He didn't take a fancy to this tribe, so naturally he wasn't willing to spend time on this tribe.

I just want to quickly elect a clan leader and leave the mess to him.

The senior leaders of the Baisha tribe looked at each other, and finally looked at the old man who just spoke.

The old man could only reply respectfully again: "Noble sir, the dead patriarch had no son."

"The daughter?" Seth's clone asked again.

"No, my lord," the old man said.

The corners of Seth's clone's mouth twitched. The dead patriarch's appearance and figure were clearly one that should not have any other advantages besides giving birth to children.

But I didn't expect that he didn't have any children.

Since the patriarch had no children, Seth's clone asked again: "What about the great elder?"

"Died yesterday..." The old man lowered his head and his voice gradually became smaller.

Seth's clone's face darkened, what a coincidence.

You really didn’t target him intentionally, this unlucky tribe!

The senior leaders of the Baisha tribe were almost crying.

I was complaining in my heart about why the great elder died yesterday!

The people of the Baisha tribe who were watching also saw that the existence in the sky asked whoever it was, either it was not there or it was dead.

Set's clone stared closely at the senior officials.

This makes these senior executives feel like they are in the desert on the nights of the new moon!

The monster doesn't know when or in which direction, it pounces on whom to attack!

"Where is the commander of your tribe?" Seth's clone said calmly.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the senior executives changed, and they all looked at the old man who answered on their behalf.

The old man swallowed, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and he whispered: "Your honorable sir..."

"The commander-in-chief, he was assassinated a few days ago..."

As soon as these words came out, there was deathly silence.

The son of God in Nice sighed in his heart. He had seen countless human tribes in the past two hundred years.

This is the first time I have seen such an unlucky tribe, a tribe that happens to have bad luck time and time again.

When Seth's clone heard that answer, he didn't bother to look at them again.

He instead focused on all humans throughout the White Sands Oasis.

The next moment, the voice of Seth's clone rang in the ears of all humans in the oasis.

"In the name of the God of the Desert, who is willing to become the leader of the White Sand Tribe?"

Some people were scared, some were thinking, and some knelt down to pray...

"I am willing!"

Someone answered immediately, surprising Seth's clone.

He originally thought that it would take some reaction time.

He looked up and said that what he wanted was a young slave with a middle-finger-long scar on his left cheek and clothes that were ragged but not dirty.

Set's clone used divine power to bring the slave to the door of the patriarch's house.

The eyes of the people surrounding here naturally focused on him, and they all recognized him as a humble slave.

The faces of the senior officials turned ugly.

"In the name of the God of the Desert, we announce that he is the new leader of the White Sand Tribe!" Seth's clone said loudly.

No one said anything.

Some don't want to, some don't dare.

Set's clone fell in front of the slave who answered yes and said: "You were chosen by the God of the Desert to become the leader of the tribe who believes in the God of the Desert."

"From now on, the God of the Desert will protect you and watch over you."

"It will be your duty to bring more believers to the Desert God!"

After saying that, Seth's clone gave the slave a ray of power.

Although he is just a clone equivalent to a weak lower god.

However, he can also give strength to humans.

At this moment, the slave only feels a steady stream of power coming from his body!

At this moment, even if he faced a group of desert wolves, he still dared to fight!

He did not indulge in power, but knelt down devoutly: "Menna, a believer in the God of the Desert, swears to always believe in the noble and great God of the Desert, no matter life or death!"

"Very good." Seth's clone was satisfied.

At the same time, there is some expectation that this new clan leader can bring changes to the Baisha tribe.

Maybe there will be a White Sand Empire in the future.

Of course, change can also be bad.

The Baisha tribe will be killed by other tribes.

Seth's clone didn't care, and he asked the divine son of Nice to take care of Menna.

Then he left the Baisha tribe and went to the next oasis.

Menna respectfully watched Seth's clone leave until the clone's back was no longer visible.

He then looked at the senior officials of the Baisha tribe and smiled.

"Okay, let's discuss tribal affairs."

Several elders looked ugly and were about to explode on the spot, refusing to acknowledge Menna's status as the patriarch.

The divine son of Nice coughed slightly and said: "As a tribe that believes in the desert god."

"You'd better know that if the God of the Desert is angered, divine punishment will come immediately."

This is not a threat. With that person's character, he would definitely do that.

The senior officials all thought of the tragic situation of the dead clan leader.

and their reverence for the desert god.

Ordinary members of the Baisha tribe are already shouting at the clan leader.

To them, the original clan leader was not a good clan leader himself.

Now God stepped in and replaced a new patriarch.

Their tribe will definitely be better than before!

Only a woman who looked to be in her forties panicked and quietly left the crowd.

She had no choice but to panic.

Because the new patriarch is one of the slaves she bought back.

Moreover, she also beat and scolded the new patriarch to vent her anger.

You will definitely be retaliated against, so you must run away first and leave the Baisha tribe!

Menna noticed the departure of the woman who bought him and didn't care.

By the way, he should thank that woman.

After buying him from a slave merchant, he had the chance to become the leader of the clan!

Menna looked to the horizon.

During his days as a slave, he had been able to tell the time by the color of the sky.

If nothing else, the sun will rise when there is another sun.

It must be good weather during the day today.

Underworld.

Saiga held the spider thread of fate in his hand, his face pale and weak.

It was he who underestimated the power of wasting in weaving the spider's thread of fate.

In addition to the power of faith, a large amount of divine power must be expended to dispel the death energy gathering from the underworld!