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Chapter 13: Seal of Osiris (End)
I am sorry that it is only now, for the first time, that I respond to your prayers..
The Goddess reached out his left hand to stroke Peterson's forehead, his colorful wings spreading beneath his arms like the murals of Ancient Egyptian tombs.
Peterson looked at the Goddess Isis with sorrow in his eyes, which gradually welled with tears: "So.. I.. I can still.."
Of course you can. You still possess the right to happiness and eternity..
The Goddess waved his arms gently, his multicolored wings sweeping across Peterson's battered body; his arms, torn apart by battle, returned to their original places, the blood stopped gushing.
Th-this..
I am the Goddess of Life Magic, your ancestors were once my most devout believers.. Even though you no longer believe in me, I have also failed your people.. Moreover, you were severely injured only because you were caught in the grudge between Set and us; I have an obligation to heal you..
Th-thank you..
Peterson looked at the shimmering Goddess with a sob in his throat.
The Goddess stood up and walked toward Master and Wood, who was disheveled and draped in Master's trench coat after the battle ended by the ruins.
“Thank you—"
Just thanks?
Master's smile held a deep meaning.
Isis smiled slightly, revealing the Seal of Osiris that she had been holding in his palm: "This is the promised reward."
And what else?
And..
The Goddess looked at Wood: "You have given me a sense of surprise like I have never felt before."
Th-thank you for the praise, Goddess!
Wood was overwhelmed by the unexpected honor.
The Goddess reached out, his palm radiating a faint golden light as she gently stroked Wood's cheek. "Because of my request, you have offended Set.. In the future, you will inevitably be hounded by him repeatedly, encountering countless troubles.."
To be able to help the Goddess is already—mmph!
Wood's mouth was covered by Master, who looked at the Goddess Isis in an elegant and shrewd manner: "Besides the promised reward, is there no additional thanks?"
.. Mister Master, as a forgotten ***, you are truly very shrewd.
Isis's tone was subtle.
Master gave a faint, ambiguous smile.
Wood, breaking free from Master's hand covering his mouth, asked in confusion, "Boss, what is ***?"
Want to know?
Master whispered seductively.
Wood nodded.
At that moment, the melodious sound of sistrums suddenly rang out from the high sky in the distance.
Immediately after, the Ancient Egyptian Sacred Procession, carrying the shimmering Golden Ship, gradually appeared before the crowd.
It was already approaching dusk, the golden procession descended from the sky. Robust men dressed as Ancient Egyptian Priests stood in orderly rows on both sides of the procession, holding glowing paddles similar to glow sticks. The light spread out in droplets like a waterfall, shimmering alongside the streetlights lighting up both sides of the New York streets, appearing like a flowing river of light in the sky.
This is..
Ancient Egyptian Civilization believed that the periodic flooding of the Nile was a cycle of life and death, much like their sun god, who undergoes a cycle of life and death every day. To commemorate the life and hope that the Nile brought to the people of Ancient Egypt, the Pharaoh would organize the priests to carry the Sun Boat in a grand procession involving the entire nation at a fixed time every year. This ritual is known as the Opet Festival, also called the Valley of Opet Festival.
Master explained in a low voice.
Only then did Wood realize that the Goddess Isis, who had been standing beside him, had vanished at some unknown moment. A vast, golden river descended from the heavens onto the streets of New York, accompanied by ancient and sacred chants.
.. May the gods worship the Mistress.
It is she, the one and only Mistress.
Fear Isis.
His image is eternal.
Fear Isis.
She is the Mistress of the West
Her image is eternal.
The Two Lands (referring to Upper and Lower Egypt) are His throne.
Fear Isis.
She is the Mistress of the West.
She is the Eye of Ra, highly praised among all the Nomes.
Two Lands is His throne
Fear Isis.
His vision is eternal..
Wood stood up solemnly, gazing blankly at the Ancient Egyptian Sacred Procession that had descended into the Mortal Realm through five thousand years of time.
Leading the procession were the dignified and noble Red-robed Priestesses, marching in neat, orderly lines. Their meticulously braided black hair was adorned with crowns made of gold, they held incense burners and Myrrh pipes in their hands, their lotus-like beautiful eyes gazing straight ahead.
Behind the Red-robed Priestesses was a large group of expressionless young male priests, dressed in white Ancient Egyptian attire and adorned with jewelry symbolizing protection and blessings, steadily carrying the golden Sacred Sun Boat as if they were spreading the light of the sun.
Following the first Sacred Sun Boat was a luxuriously decorated chariot. The High Priest, wearing a blue turban, stood upon the chariot and sang with passion and intoxication. After finishing the Hymn to Isis, he sang the Hymn to Amun; his voice was loud, melodious, ancient, piercing, enough to immerse everyone who heard his song in divine radiance.
Next were the priests carrying the second Sacred Sun Boat, the white-robed priestesses singing and dancing, the priests carrying the Sanctuary..
The procession was grand and resplendent, accompanied by the mystical chants unique to the rituals and a sense of solemn dignity. Everyone—even the most fanatical believers who detested pagan faiths—could not help but shed tears at this ancient and sacred moment, as if they had also returned to Ancient Egypt five thousand years ago, bathing in the sunlight at the moment of sunrise or sunset, feeling the fertility of the Nile..
So beautiful.. so sacred..
Wood couldn't help but say.
Faith stems from humanity's beautiful imagination of the unknown.
Master spoke softly, looking toward the second Sun Boat that was about to pass by him.
As if sensing his gaze, the silhouette of a middle-aged man wearing the crowns of Upper and Lower Egypt and possessing skin the green of life faintly emerged from within the Mummy Sarcophagus placed in the center of the second Sun Boat.
The man flashed Master a friendly smile.
Thank you, after I have already returned to the Underworld for good..
I have no intention of helping you, but he by my side hopes that the Mortal Realm can continue to exist for a long time.
Master mouthed a response to Osiris.
Osiris nodded, glancing at Wood, who was completely immersed in the Opet Festival, a gentle smile played upon his lips.
..
..
The Ancient Egyptian Sacred Procession from Ancient Egypt did not dissipate into golden dust with the rising of the Sun until dawn.
Although the citizens of New York could not remember what had happened last night, nor could they use any means to record the divine, ancient ritual that had appeared before them like a dream, a sense of holiness, both familiar and strange, welled up from the depths of their hearts as they drew back their curtains to see the morning sun rising in the east, as if..
Boss, is this how it ends?
Wood looked in disbelief at the streets, which were filled with ruins and debris after the great battle—the combined power of Osiris and Isis had caused everyone who had experienced last night to forget the mythic battle between giants that occurred yesterday evening; everything before them was caused by the hurricane. The hurricane had swept through their neighborhood, destroying houses, but fortunately, the nearby police, fire departments, emergency rescue teams acted efficiently, resulting in only a single-digit number of fatalities.
Thank God!
The survivors expressed their excitement, out of politeness, they went near Nancy's house to offer their condolences to the unfortunate family of four who had perished.
—They have even forgotten Mike's bizarre death, believing that he died alongside Nancy in yesterday's disaster!
The human brain is inherently full of manipulatable loopholes in its memory, not to mention they are all devout monotheists who would rather believe the block collapsed due to a hurricane than believe that pagan gods truly exist in this world.
Master spoke gently, with a wave of his hand, a motorhome came to a silent stop by the roadside.
You must be very tired right now, in desperate need of some energy replenishment.
The man whispered into his ear, his tongue brushing against the burning earlobe.
Mm.. Ah?
Coming back to his senses, Wood suddenly felt a restless surge of heat within his body: "This.. this is.."
What do you think?
Master retorted.
Wood nodded to himself, "I understand.. By leveraging the Boss's power, I successfully played the part of a great hero saving the world, but my body also, because of this—has started to become addicted to the feeling of every cell being filled with energy, longing to be filled with the Boss's power once again.."
Your understanding is simply—
“A perfect score?”
Wood looked at the Boss with pure joy, his moist eyes resembling those of a newly weaned puppy.
The man nodded and opened the car door: "If you wish, we can.. right now.."
Of course.. I, I..
Wood blushed, wrapped his arms around Master's neck, whispered, "I want to become the vessel—"
..
..
How have you been lately?
In the park during a morning run, Wood encountered Peterson once again.
After a month of recuperation, he had basically recovered, though his complexion remained haggard.