69novels Chapter 129 Bad news from the history circle: Where is Egypt?
Chapter 129 Bad news from the history circle: Where is Egypt?
Chapter 129 Bad news from the history circle: Where is Egypt?
Ramses II's groundbreaking decision was like a depth charge dropped into a calm lake, sparking huge controversy within the main hall.
"To reveal one's real name and deeds to the whole world?! Pharaoh, that's too risky!"
Zhang Polun was the first to stand up and object, his brows furrowed.
"This is tantamount to exposing our greatest intelligence weakness to all potential enemies, especially the Black Faction and the World Government!"
"Indeed," Sasaki Kojiro added calmly, arms crossed.
"Knowing the true name means that one can specifically seek out the weaknesses of legends, the characteristics of Noble Phantasms, and even curse them. This is extremely unwise."
Even Merlin looked worried, it was hard to tell how much of it was genuine and how much was feigned.
"Your Majesty, we have witnessed your power firsthand and are filled with admiration."
"But such ostentation might attract unnecessary trouble. It might even lead to a correction by the will of this world," Shanks said, changing the subject as he raised another question.
"I remember when we first landed, we heard the people of Alabasta worshipping a dark sun. Merlin said it was Teskalipokka."
"Isn't he also a god from another world? Didn't he reveal his identity and even start accepting believers? It doesn't seem to have caused too much of a problem?"
Upon hearing this, Merlin chuckled and shook his head, then continued the conversation.
"They're different in nature, Master. The existence of the Smoke Mirror Tescatlipoca is more like a bonus that came with the arrival of the Rainforest environment of the Age of Gods. To this world, he's more like a suddenly appearing, rising new god, a future, ongoing faith."
"For gods with long lifespans, millions of years are just a blink of an eye."
Ramses II nodded proudly and replied.
"That is indeed the case. What I wish to proclaim is the unalterable past, already etched in the river of time!"
"It's a glorious, established history! This is completely different from a newly born faith!"
"I want to see if the past of this world can contain my profound reality from another time and space!"
During the argument, Napoleon looked around and suddenly realized that two people were missing.
"Where are the Flame Recruit and that Son of the Sun?"
Luffy suddenly remembered, "Ah! That's right! Ace went to help Whitebeard! We have to go help—"
"No need to worry."
Ramses II interrupted him, a subtle glint flashing in his golden eyes.
"There is a faint connection between me and that divine child of the sun, both of whom share the same solar attribute."
"I can sense that their breathing is steady at the moment, and they are not engaged in fierce fighting. Presumably, everything is going well and they will return soon."
Seeing that Pharaoh's mind was made up and that he seemed to have a deeper meaning, the crowd, though still having doubts, could no longer strongly object.
After all, this pharaoh's style of doing things has always been so domineering and unpredictable.
"Since that's the case, then let my great deeds shake the world!"
Ramses II rose from his throne, spreading his arms as if preaching to an invisible audience.
He began to recount his glorious life in an extremely fervent and proud tone, as if chanting an epic.
"These are words addressed to allies, and I do not wish to mislead you. Therefore, I will assume, based on the information we currently possess, that we are all from another world."
"Listen, mortals! I am Ramses II! Also known as Ozymandias!"
"He was the third pharaoh of the Nineteenth Dynasty of Egypt! Son of the gods, incarnation of the sun, and king of the earth!"
"Under my rule, Egypt reached its zenith! My iron cavalry swept across Canaan, and the Heterodactyl submitted!"
"The city-state temples I built will be remembered for eternity in Abu Simbel and Ramesseum!"
"My descendants number over a hundred, and our bloodline flourishes!"
"Although my victory at the Battle of Kadesh with the Hittites was not entirely achieved, I did sign the earliest peace treaty in history! My illustrious name will resound along the banks of the Nile until the end of time!"
He wove together humanities, history, myths, and legends, discussing everything in great detail and in an endless stream.
It's as if the most devout believer is singing praises to the God he believes in—and that God is himself!
The people inside the hall, especially Shanks and Roger, who had been pursuing the truth of history for many years.
Sabo, the Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army, who was extremely sensitive to history and politics, was dumbfounded!
This is clearly an extremely complete, detailed, and magnificent history of a civilization in another world!
An ancient kingdom called "Egypt," and a great pharaoh named Ramses II. However, combined with the pharaoh's earlier question about the truth of the world and Roger's silence, an even more startling conjecture emerged in their minds.
Could this history have some unknown, profound connection to their world?
Ramses II finished his speech amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd.
With a wave of his hand, magic gathered.
The magic coalesced into a scroll that shone with golden light.
It contained a detailed record of everything he had just said, and even included a wisp of his magic as a link.
"Then, Your Majesty, how should this truth be spread?" Weiwei asked.
Soon, the group came up with a simple and direct solution.
Yasopp, skilled in Observation Haki, locked onto a newsbird flying high in the sky.
The moment the Alabasta barrier opened, many newsbirds flew in and are now trapped inside, bumping around like headless flies.
Understanding each other's meaning, Yasopp and Napoleon simultaneously raised their hands and gracefully drew their swords.
The instant his gaze taught them again, he simultaneously triggered a hidden mechanism.
boom!
Two sharp gunshots rang out almost simultaneously, and two bullets flew past the newsbird's feathers with pinpoint accuracy!
The newsbird was so frightened that it squawked wildly and fell from the sky, landing right outside the temple.
The members of the Red Team, along with the crew of the Red-Haired Regiment and the resistance fighters, immediately surrounded them with smiles.
Ignoring the bewildered and terrified look in the news bird's eyes, the burly men stuffed the heavy golden reel into the backpack on its back.
Then, out of kindness, they opened a passage for it to leave the Alabasta barrier.
The passage opened, and the newsbird flew away without looking back, not daring to linger for even a moment.
That evening, the news bird, still shaken, desperately flew back to the headquarters of the World Economic News Agency, carrying a scroll that could overturn the world.
At this moment, President Morgans was in a terrible predicament and was lashing out at his subordinates.
"Useless! A bunch of useless trash! Dilt promised us exclusive news, but we haven't heard a thing yet!"
"I was planning to send you in, but look what happened?!"
"Alabasta is like an impregnable fortress now; none of the reporters we sent in have returned with any news! The Holy Grail War! Heroic Spirits!"
"What explosive news! And we can only watch helplessly!"
Just then, the poor newsbird flew in, wobbling and staggering.
He tossed the golden scroll, which exuded an extraordinary aura, onto Morgans's table.
"Huh? What's this?" Morgans picked up the scroll in confusion.
As soon as I opened it.
hum!
A phantom image of Ramses II, formed by light and shadow, was instantly projected into the air.
Although it is only the size of a palm, its domineering attitude of being the only one in the world is not diminished in the slightest!
"Mortal propagators, hear my true name and my great deeds!" The phantom voice boomed, beginning to recount that glorious history.
Morgans was so startled he almost fell off his chair; he thought some heroic spirit had descended upon him.
He almost knelt down, only to realize then that it was just a magical illusion.
Even so, the content was enough to drive him crazy!
Ramses II? Ozymandias? The Nineteenth Dynasty of Egypt? The time period is the 13th century BC? The Battle of Kadesh? The Hittites?
The Nile?
Every word was like a heavy hammer blow, slamming into Morgans' heart!
His news sense instantly soared to its peak, and every feather on his body seemed to bristle with extreme excitement!
"This...this is...the history of our world?!"
Morgans' voice became sharp and distorted with excitement.
Is this Emperor Ramses II some kind of ancient emperor from our world?!
Where is Egypt?!
What does "19th Dynasty" mean? Is it because there were 18 dynasties before it?!
What is the Gregorian calendar?! And what does it have to do with our Western calendar?!
He astutely noticed that the Pharaoh's proclamation did not explicitly state that he "came from another world."
This guy is stating things in an ambiguous way, as if he belongs to this world!
Regardless of whether it is true or not, there is a lot of room for maneuver here!
"The world government is about to explode! History is about to be rewritten!!"
Morgans was incredibly excited. He immediately realized that this was a super news story that could shake the entire world!
In some ways, it was even more shocking than the Holy Grail War! Because it directly shook the very foundations of world history!
"Quick! Quick! Get all the printing presses running! Front page headline! Extra big edition!!"
Morgans roared like a madman.
"And a video Den Den Mushi! Worldwide broadcast! Play the Pharaoh's proclamation on repeat! Immediately! Right now!!!"
The massive machine that is World Economic News is operating with unprecedented efficiency.
That evening, newspapers printed in urgent quantities were carried by newsbirds to every corner of the world.
The video, displayed on public Den Den Mushi screens on major islands around the world, lit up simultaneously and began playing Ramses II's manifesto in light and shadow on a loop!
The whole world seemed to have been put on pause, and then it completely exploded!
Donghai, Windmill Village.
The village chief and villagers stared at the majestic pharaoh's phantom on the Den Den Mushi screen, listening to a history they had never heard of before.
They all stared wide-eyed, completely unaware that the bottles of wine had fallen from their hands.
"Egypt? What's that? Is it more powerful than the Kingdom of Goa?"
Xihai, the study of an archaeologist.
An elderly scholar was looking at the newspaper when his hands trembled violently, and his glasses fell to the ground and shattered.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! There has never been any record of Egyptian civilization in the world!"
"But the details are so rich—Kadesh, the Nile—this doesn't seem made up!"
"Could it be that all the history we've studied our entire lives is fake?!"
The Grand Line, on a certain prosperous island.
The square was packed with a dense crowd, all of them looking up.
They stared in disbelief at the Pharaoh's declaration on the screen, letting out thunderous exclamations and discussions.
"Ramesses II?! What a powerful name!"
"My God! This Pharaoh has over a hundred children?!"
"1200 BC? — How many years ago is that? Longer than the blank century?!"
"Where exactly is Egypt?! Is it the New World? Or some lost island?"
The naval headquarters was now completely empty, as most of the officers and soldiers had been taken away by Sengoku.
Staff Officer He looked at the intelligence report, his face turning ashen.
"That bastard Morgans! How dare he?! How could he say something like that!"
"And that Heroic Spirit! What exactly is he trying to do?!"
Her expression was more grave than ever before: "Egypt—the Pharaoh—this is truly a huge problem. Does the Warring States period know about this?"
Revolutionary Army Headquarters.
Because of the Holy Grail War, Ivankov, who had been rescued by Dragon ahead of time, looked at the newspaper and fell into a long silence.
The emergence of this history seems to have revealed another corner of the truth about the world that they were seeking.
Egherd, the island of the future.
Vegapunk himself stared at the phantom of Ramses II and those keywords on the screen, and the tool in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
He seemed to be suffering from some kind of illness, his eyes were fixed, and he kept muttering to himself, repeatedly repeating that name.
"Egypt—Egypt—Ramses, the sun god Ra—could it be—could that legend be—true?!"
"No—the time doesn't match up, but—AD—BC—this calendar—this calendar—" He seemed to have grasped something crucial, yet he was plunged into even greater confusion and shock.
The whole world is engulfed in a frenzy of speculation, questioning, research, and euphoria surrounding Egypt!
The historical community has been hit by an unprecedented mega-earthquake!
Countless historians either wept bitterly or were overjoyed!
The name Ramses II, with its invincible domineering presence and unparalleled historical weight, spread to every corner of the world overnight!
And in the secret chambers of the most luxurious ship bound for Alabasta.
The five elders were so angry they were trembling.
"Absurd! Utterly absurd! Where did this fabricated history come from that dares to pass off as world history!"
"The news must be blocked immediately! This is a lie told by a heroic spirit from another world!"
"But will the public believe it? That declaration was too persuasive."
Garin and the other members of the Knights of God remained silent.
In a luxurious, secluded room.
Im was quietly watching the footage from Morgans Global Broadcast.
On the screen, the phantom image of Ramses II proudly proclaims his achievements.
Im's face was expressionless, and his eyes, which held the birth and death of stars, were unfathomable, and no one could fathom his true thoughts.
He simply watched quietly, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the armrest of the throne.
"Egypt—Ramses II."
The sound echoed softly in the sealed room, then returned to eternal silence.
"I see, these guys are anchors. They want to overthrow the world?"
"Send orders to accelerate the advance; they must arrive within a day!"