Immorton

From the beginning, maybe until the gray hair, in a quiet afternoon, those eyes will suddenly appear on the surface of the memory... The time and place are not right, his decision to let go of this is undoubtedly logical, but as a social animal, he himself can no longer perceive it. How deep and intense is the throbbing in that face-to-face meeting—the emotional oscillations it formed, as well as the associations and memories related to it, are being transmitted through countless time and space in the form of brain waves through unknown media, and, Before dying out, because of the effect of resonance, it was engraved into the depths of another soul in one of the universes.

Inadvertently, the gear of fate turned slightly.

[-]. Previous events

Temple.

The sacrifice began.

Amidst the chanting, expensive spices were thrown into the brazier, and the light blue smoke mixed with a strong and sweet aroma lingered and transpired, covering everyone's sight.Imerton wore a large black priest robe, with a solemn face, walked through the smoke and dust step by step, and walked up to the altar.The prisoner of war who was tied to the central altar had a gray face, closed his eyes, and no longer struggled.Emerton was standing on his head, lowering his head slightly, staring at the rapidly rising and falling chest, and leading the last prayer: "...the Nile always flows, witnessing the decline and prosperity of the world; in your eyes, the hero Go to the underworld, judge or glory, we bend down to receive; under your scepter, heroes go to the battlefield, blood and soul, we raise our hands to offer!" The voice changed from soft to loud, echoing between heaven and earth, and the last byte rang As he spat out, the dagger pierced the victim's chest.

Following the complicated lines, the red liquid steamed from both sides of the altar to the magic circle carved on the altar floor.The moment the graphics were fully displayed, a dazzling red light flashed, and the ground was as clean as ever.Only then did Imerton let go of the handle of the knife, turned around and looked up. The black and white bull hide hanging on the flagpole behind was painted with bright blood in a strange pattern.Relieved, he slowly raised his right hand, and immediately, cheers erupted under the altar.

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royal palace.

"My lord, Anubis has accepted the gift. They are preserving the body of the warrior." Imerton, who was dressed as a warrior, bowed slightly, his eyes lowered, "Your Majesty has been blessed by the Sun God and the guardian of the underworld for this journey. Will continue to sow the glory of God."

"That's great, my friend, that's great." In the beautiful garden, the Pharaoh, who was in his prime, smiled, "The army has begun to gather. If you don't bring good news, they will be disappointed."

"I live to serve this world, my master."

"I'll go out in five days, and this time you stay behind. Please don't rush to argue, my friend." Pharaoh calmly raised his hand to stop Imerton who was about to speak, "I know that as a priest, you are the most powerful, It is also the most favored by the gods, and your mind is getting sharper and sharper, and the blade is still sharp, but I am not young anymore, how many times can I lead the army myself? The crown prince's internal affairs experience is enough. For a young boy, he is now I need to see the battlefield more. Maybe you should accompany him to fight next time. But now, someone has to stay, isn't it?"

"As you wish, my lord."

"Very well. Then, I have one more personal request, my friend."

"Anything, my lord. My allegiance is to you."

"That's right, actually... You see, Ansuna and my children are having some difficulty getting along."

"I wonder if the princess is interested in coming to the temple to learn the ancient language of God?"

"I will send Ansuna to the temple. Little Nefertili will be happier in the palace."

"I will arrange for the priestess. The young priests who are not with the army already have a lot of lessons to attend."

"My friend, you are always so understanding."

"I am proud of it, my lord."

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Emerton had a headache.Ah, he wasn't ungrateful—the pharaoh's unreserved trust weighed heavily on him, but Ansuna was certainly trouble, big trouble.The Pharaoh cherished her and hid her—as the king's adviser and minister, he had never seen her, and no one outside the palace had seen her—yet she was not officially recognized, because it would hurt the crown prince and the king. The princess, and the crown prince has been inspired and loved, and the princess has always been loved... He has no idea what etiquette should be used to treat her.Of course it was his own fault, why didn't he take medicine, architecture, agriculture or smelting as a side course?He should not be a warrior: the priest serves the gods without bowing the knee to the world; the warrior serves the king and all that the royal power protects.Fortunately, the gaze of the gods has not been far away from his king. If that happens...he dare not think about it any further.The priests accompanying the army had already left, and he spent three days arranging for the remaining group of inexperienced and energetic little bastards to pray at the Sun God Statue, study the ancient divine language, learn spells, and go to the temple in the outer city for apprenticeship ...Anyway, don't come here to cause trouble in the Death God's Hall for the next three months, he has heard that Ansuna is extraordinarily beautiful.Also, the priestesses of the three neighboring cities have all been summoned, and there are not many of them in total. They have to worship the god of death and take care of the altar-this cannot be wrong, they are the servants of the gods first... who will seriously accompany Ansuna?She won't even have maids by her side - slaves and commoners are not allowed into the temple, except for offerings - and she's coming today!

When the apprentice priest came in to report the news, Imerton let out a long sigh in his heart, and cheered up to welcome him out.

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The main entrance of the temple opened slowly, and the guards lined up on both sides of the steps with neat steps.Then Imerton walked down the steps with the two priestesses behind him, and faced the cavalry phalanx on the square.Pharaoh stationed his horse in front of the battle, watched the high priest of the kingdom approach slowly, raised his sword and shouted: "For the glory of God!" Rolling between heaven and earth.Imherton stopped in his tracks, raised his head and replied, "God is watching!" Immediately, cheers and shouts went straight to the sky.The Pharaoh laughed and galloped away, and the hooves of the guards suddenly rang out.

Soon, the square returned to tranquility, only the dust was still flying.Emerton sighed slightly, and nodded behind him.The two priestesses approached a curtained cart and led it into a side door.After standing still for a while, looking up at the sky, he turned and went back to the temple.The apprentices pushed the door hard behind them, and a priestess greeted her and said livelyly: "She is at the statue of Anubis, and we are only halfway through the altar work, why don't you accompany her for a while? After dinner We will replace you?" He smiled helplessly: "Okay, let's go." The priestess smiled shyly, saluted and ran away.He smiled and shook his head, then turned into the corridor, the footsteps sounded softly in the quiet rock corridor, the murals on both sides extolled miracles, and the familiar coolness and cleanliness made people feel peaceful.

At the end of the aisle, the high and wide temple of the god of death is shining with fire, and the slim and fit backs of the women appear more fragile and small under the huge statue of the god.She tilted her head slightly, as if lost in thought.Emerton suddenly felt a little embarrassed, stopped and coughed lightly.She turned around and looked over in shock, and the metal ornaments on her body made neat knocking sounds.Those eyes fell straight into his heart somehow.At this moment, time and space seemed to stagnate or flow strangely on the established track for a moment. Countless pictures flashed before his eyes. He vaguely saw those eyes, on the face of a black-robed masked woman, next to the glory of God. The residence... Someone whispered Islam, Loulan, the desert, Egypt... in the language of a foreign god that he had never heard before... She immediately transformed into the woman in front of her, and resolutely pierced the sharp knife into her chest... …Is it an oracle?He woke up suddenly, took a step back, covered in cold sweat, and his mind was completely blank.

Ansuna looked at the man in front of her with an expression of shock that she couldn't hide, dense drops of water gathered and dripped between the smooth and firm young torso.The youngest high priest ever, the first advisor to the pharaoh, the wise man who knew everything, the brave warrior...he was sweating.She slowly put away the domineering smile that was habitually placed on her face, and her dark and bright pupils met this reckless and direct gaze.He stared at it with rounded eyes, as if it took a long time before he came back to his senses, and immediately turned his gaze away, nodded slightly, and said, "Please forgive my rudeness, I will call a priestess for you." His voice was hoarse and trembling slightly.Then, he walked towards her, with his vigorous body and warm breath, he walked towards the passage behind the statue.The moment she passed sideways, her body reached out and grabbed him as if it had its own will.

Emerton's heart was extremely chaotic, longing, shame, doubt, fear... Many emotions were kneaded together and quickly fermented and swelled.He hated his own weakness and panic, he needed to be alone and find peace... At this moment, that dry, soft but unexpectedly strong hand grabbed his arm.In an instant, fiery lava gushes out and everything starts to spin.In the dizziness, he vaguely felt the rough and cold stone ground behind him being crushed, as if to wake him up, but the flexible vines around him tightly wrapped around him, binding him, making him drunk, painful, and suffocating , until death.No one spoke, but the sound of shattered metal crashing continued, gradually forming a dense cloud, blinding people.Everything around was invisible, only the head of the statue of Anubis was still high above, and the jackal's eyes were always looking down on everything without emotion, witnessing his undoubted betrayal and blasphemy.

He knew that this was just the beginning of his downfall.

He can't stop.

[-]. Crime and Punishment

"what did I do?