"Nitocris!! Stop!!"
A furious roar, filled with anger and warning, cut through the storm and reached everyone's ears.
"I'll stomp!"
Da Vinci sensed something was wrong and slammed on the brakes. The all-terrain vehicle skidded for over ten meters in the sand before coming to a stop. Artoria reined in her horse, also stopping.
"My King! It's the King's voice!"
Nitocris was incredibly excited. For her, hearing the King's voice was an honor.
Immediately after, the storm in the sky changed form. Magical energy condensed, forming a giant human face.
"Greetings, great King! May your light illuminate the entire world."
Nitocris jumped out of the vehicle and knelt beside it. Her devout attitude caused the sandstorm-face in the sky to pause. This doesn't seem like a traitor, does it?
Did he misunderstand something?
But then he looked at Artoria, and his eyes grew wary again.
"Stand up, Nitocris. Tell me, who are these people?"
The giant face intended to give Nitocris a chance to explain. If there was a problem, the large electric orb in the Great Temple would show these intruders what "excitement" truly meant!
"Your Majesty, these are the people from Chaldea whom you foretold. They have already repaired five Singularities and are now preparing to repair our world."
Nitocris spoke truthfully; she dared not hide anything from this King.
"The people of Chaldea, hmph. So, this knightly lady isn't the one from the capital, then?"
The sandstorm-face looked at Artoria, who remained expressionless and silent. Nitocris quickly replied.
"Yes, Your Majesty, this lady is not the same person as the one in the Holy City, but they seem to have some connection…"
Nitocris truly couldn't understand the relationship between Artoria and the Lion King. She didn't know much.
"...I see. Well done, Nitocris. Come in, I await you in the Great Temple."
Having gotten the information he wanted, the sandstorm-face spoke and then dissipated. At the same time, the sandstorm parted, revealing a path leading into the architectural complex.
Nitocris happily jumped back into the vehicle, and everyone continued forward.
Meanwhile, the man sitting inside the temple frowned, waved his hand, and began to arrange his temple.
"Wow, there are a bit too many pyramids here. Did they move all the pyramids from Egypt here?"
As they drove, one dazzling pyramid after another lined both sides of the path. The surging magical energy made Da Vinci covetous, wishing they could immediately pull out a magical energy condensing machine and absorb a good amount.
But unfortunately, Nitocris didn't give them the chance.
"We're here!"
Nitocris pointed forward to the largest pyramid.
"Is this the pyramid where that King resides? It's truly magnificent, just as he would have it."
Mash exclaimed in admiration, looking at the pyramid. In fact, based on Nitocris's descriptions and accidental slip-ups, they could already guess who this Pharaoh was.
*Rumble!*
The base of the pyramid opened, revealing a passage.
Everyone disembarked from the vehicle and their horses, and under Nitocris's lead, entered the temple. Then, Nitocris froze.
As soon as she entered, she was startled by the two giant golden statues flanking the entrance. These were statues of the sun god, grand and majestic, but they hadn't been there before.
With a slight murmur in her heart, Nitocris continued to lead the others forward. As she walked, she noticed many new things inside the temple.
Pure gold statues, pure gold relief carvings, pure gold weapon decorations, pure gold… mummies?
Finally, entering the main hall, Nitocris didn't dare to lift her head. She lowered it and advanced, kneeling on one knee again.
"Your Majesty, they have arrived."
Nitocris finished speaking, then looked up, her mouth agape. Her small, cherry-like mouth was wide enough to fit an egg!
Above, on the throne, sat a black-haired man. On either side of the throne were two pure gold sphinx statues in a recumbent pose. Looking at the man himself, he wore golden armor and jewelry, shimmering with golden light. In short—
He was incredibly lavish!
"Wow, is this guy really that extravagant? Doesn't he get tired wearing so many things?"
Da Vinci whispered to Mo Shuying beside him.
Mo Shuying also whispered back.
"Do you think… is it possible he's showing off?"
"Watch your words, outsiders!"
A dark line appeared on the man's forehead on the throne. This was the Great Temple; nothing could be hidden from him within it. Mo Shuying and Da Vinci's whispers were no different from speaking directly into his ear.
"Before you stands the greatest Pharaoh, my name is Ozymandias, King of Kings! A monarch who transcends the gods! The very manifestation of Ra! Why do you not bow before me!"
Ozymandias's tone was displeased. So many people had entered, yet only Nitocris had knelt. His pride was somewhat bruised.
But even after he finished speaking, no one else knelt.
"I am the King of ancient Britain; there is no reason for me to bow down to the ruler of another country."
Artoria said calmly. Ozymandias listened, a dark line appearing on his forehead.
"Haha~ Same here. I am the oldest king, the true Golden King. Hey, with that outfit, are you trying to steal my title?"
Child Gil burst out laughing, looking at Ozymandias's attire. Child Gil felt his "Golden Flash" title might be in jeopardy.
"…Gilgamesh, even if you've gotten smaller, you're still just as annoying."
Ozymandias scoffed. He and Gilgamesh had a bit of a history.
Then, Ozymandias looked at the others.
"I am the son of the Sun God."
Karna said indifferently. Bow down? Sorry, he wasn't in the habit of it.
[Alright, alright, you're impressive. Next!]
"This old man only kneels to heaven, earth, and his parents. As for others, I bow to none."
Li Shuwen said calmly, hands clasped behind his back. Well, none of Mo Shuying's four Servants paid any mind to Ozymandias.
"Good! Very good! What about the rest of you?!"
Ozymandias felt like his head was about to explode from anger! He glared, shouting.
Nitocris, kneeling below, trembled! Didn't we agree not to cause trouble?
"As for me, hehe~ None of them bowed, so if I did, wouldn't I lose a lot of face? Don't you think?"
Da Vinci said to a somewhat conflicted Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"Ah, well… you're right. Cough, cough. Bowing is a bad custom; it should have been abolished long ago."
Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced at Nitocris, saying it with a bit of embarrassment. Mash, beside them, nodded repeatedly.
"…"
Ozymandias suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness. He suppressed his anger and looked at Mo Shuying, saying coldly,
"No need to say it, you won't kneel either, will you?"
Mo Shuying smiled broadly and nodded vigorously, a look of finally, it's my turn on his face.
He took a step forward, one hand on his hip and the other pointing forward, saying with a dramatic expression and full of momentum,
"I am a pure materialist warrior! I will strike down all monsters and demons!"
Ozymandias: "…"
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