When Iskandar's gaze turned to himself, the Qin people on a whim also gathered quicksand-

Under the gaze of everyone, wind and sand were wrapped around his body, and the fierce storm swept the yellow sand, enveloping his body.

His body suddenly began to change.

The body gradually rises and becomes stronger.

The condensed quicksand covered his skull, forming a sand-gold, eagle-like helmet, and the curved and upturned armor covered his chest and shoulders.

As the quicksand wrapped around his arms, turning into sand-gold armor, his legs twisted with a soft sound, forming curved feet that resembled less human and more like eagles.

Rustle Rustle –

In the yellow sand beneath his feet, a soldier in armor condensed from the yellow sand rose from the sand in a kneeling posture, his hands raised high—

In his hand was a long scepter, like a cone of crossblades and sun wheels, that connected to the long grip.

The Qin people stretched out their hands and grabbed the scepter.

Buzz –

On top of the armor, which gradually became brilliant, there spread out a series of fine, shining lines, like the emblem of the sun.

Looking at the army in the distance, the Qin people raised the scepter in their hands and walked forward, and the low voice with echoes resounded throughout the desert:

"Shurima! Your Emperor is back! ”

With each step, the scepter in his hand struck a lonely tone in the yellow sand, echoing above the empty desert.

Then they saw soldiers in delicate but tattered armor like old statues, standing up from the yellow sand.

Several, dozens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands.

When the Qin people took the fifth step, tens of thousands of Huangsha soldiers had already stood behind him.

"Shurima"

Everyone present heard the unfamiliar word.

This word does not exist in any chapter of history, nor does it exist in any heroic epic, but everyone can hear that this unfamiliar word is not made up out of thin air.

"Is this your real body, your army?"

Iskandar looked at the Qin man who had incarnated into a half-eagle form, and at the huge army behind him that was no different in number from his own.

The army is made entirely of sand.

He could see that those yellow sand soldiers did not have a will of their own.

Those, not so much warriors, are golems.

However, for some reason, he seemed to have a feeling that these "golems" had souls.

Ramses II and Nito on the side looked puzzled.

There is no doubt that this image is Horus, the god of the sky and kingship, or Ra, the supreme sun god and king of the gods.

However, the name Shurima, these two ancient Egyptian pharaohs who lived more than 2,000 years ago and more than 1,000 years BC, do not have any impression.

"The Lost History of an Ancient Dynasty?"

The two pharaohs glanced at each other, just like the Scorpion King and Menes, who had no detailed historical records, and there were more mysteries and even a completely lost history.

Shurima, is it the name of the kingdom of Horus or Ra God before?

Naturally, the Qin people would not answer that this was the name of an ancient dynasty in another world, nor would they answer that they were playing the last emperor of Shurima.

The Qin people plunged the scepter in their hands into the yellow sand.

Even though this land covered with yellow sand is embodied by the mental images of Iskandar and the heroic spirits, as long as it is yellow sand, it is under his control-

"My empire lives in every grain of gravel."

In the memory of the Qin people, a familiar line sounded.

Shaking his head slightly, the scepter in Qin Ren's hand was held high:

"Ho-ahhh!!h

A fierce storm swelled, and scorching quicksand gathered towards the sky.

Rotate, converge.

In the Qin people, above the heads of the soldiers of the yellow sand, a huge solar disk condensed and appeared in front of everyone, floating in the sky.

The huge solar disk, which was more than 100 meters long, floated in the sky like this, casting a scorching and divine light on the already scorching earth.

Above the huge solar disk, the sacred and strange rune lines could be faintly seen.

"Is it really a god!?"

Webb looked at the huge figure, and no matter how lonely he was, he couldn't help but think of the gods described in ancient Egyptian mythology.

At this moment, Iskandar's loud laughter rang out:

"What about the gods!"

"Come on! My Warrior!! ”

Without hesitation, Iskandar raised his saber and ordered:

"Ravage! My unparalleled army! ”

"Yes!!"

In response to him, the shouts of the warriors, the invincible army that had once swept across Eurasia, launched an assault.

And the Qin people also raised their left hand, and an echoing, deep voice sounded in the ears of every Huangsha soldier:

"Go ahead! My loyal soldiers! ”

"Click!!

As his order sounded, all the Yellow Sand soldiers raised their spears in unison, and the Yellow Sand Forbidden Army raised their giant shields.

With the roar of the servants and the silent but firm steps of the soldiers of the yellow sand, the combined army of nearly 100,000 collided together.

For the sake of the Emperor, this peerless servant brandished his weapon, shot down the weapon of the Yellow Sand Soldier, and then cut the body of the Yellow Sand Soldier.

One by one, the yellow sand soldiers were knocked down and shattered.

However, in the next moment, those shattered yellow sand condensed again.

For the sake of the emperor, this loyal soldier revived again, did not dodge or dodge, and when the opponent's weapon penetrated him, he used the spear condensed by quicksand to penetrate the servants in front of him.

Everyone has seen the strength of these yellow sand soldiers.

They are immortal, and even if they are defeated, they will rise again when the wind and sand surge, gather in front of the enemy, behind them, or under their feet, and use their weapons to kill these combat-proficient servants.

The Macedonian soldiers, without any hesitation, would firmly swing their weapons and knock them down again with a firm swing of their weapons, until they were exhausted and knocked down by the undead yellow sand soldiers who stood up again.

However, such a disadvantage did not discourage Iskander, on the contrary, he laughed, raised the sword of Sepulut, rode his beloved horse, and launched an attack on the leader of the enemy army and the Qin people-

Along the way, all the Yellow Sand soldiers who stood in his way were smashed into yellow sand by his matching sword, which was as wide as a giant sword, but as narrow as a short sword against the backdrop of his figure.

This conquering king rushed straight towards the Qin people.