Everywhere there are traces of post-battle destruction, and everywhere there is chaos.

Occasionally, a few rays of magic glowed, and they were also slammed down by a few huge sand and stone giant hands, splashing huge dust in the desert.

Looking at the more than four hundred yellow sand bags in the inventory, and the more than four hundred more souls in the yellow sand space, Qin Ren couldn't help but smack his lips.

There weren't many of them.

More than four hundred and fifty, for him, it can only be said that it is better than nothing.

But this is only the small head, and the big head is the stronghold of each organization in the memory of this group of people.

The Qin people's gaze once again swept over the newly added blue ball of light in the yellow sand space.

In the memories of these people, the transcendent people in those organizations are the big heads.

Qin Ren opened all the bags, and while the yellow sand gold coin rose to 73w, none of the E-level vouchers were added, the F-grade vouchers increased to 701, and the G-grade vouchers increased to 2022.

After conversion, the number of D-level credentials is 9.

Almost.

Glancing at the 50% of the blue volume left, the Qin people chose to retreat without stopping at all.

The goal was achieved, so there was no need to continue to stay here and wait for the fish to enter the net.

Waiting here is not only no good, but it may also wait for the god killer.

With a wave of Qin Ren's right hand, the bodies of all the Sand Giant Divine Soldiers collapsed and disappeared in an instant.

One by one, huge figures collapsed into quicksand, kicking up a cloud of sand and dust.

Before you leave, though, you can draw a little more attention to yourself.

The hands were spread out, the high-speed rotating wind and sand condensed into a vortex, and the surging sand lan let out a high whistling sound, flying out of the hands of the Qin people, rushing out in the east and west directions.

Shalan!

And the Qin people themselves...... Hunting Rhythm!

With a lion's roar, the entire body disappeared and left the place.

Only ten minutes after Qin Ren left, a blonde young man wearing black sunglasses appeared at the scene.

The open black short-sleeved shirt exposed his not strong chest, and if you replaced the gray-blue denim with shorts, it would be no different from a tourist on the beach.

However, he is not an ordinary tourist.

The King of Swords, Salvatore Toni, slew four powerful godkillers of the Disobedient Gods, including the Celtic god king Nuada.

"Ah..... It doesn't seem to be here anymore. Tony scratched his head, his gaze sweeping over the giant saloon scrolls that were rushing in either direction.

"This power, not bad." He stretched out his right hand, lowered the black box in his hand to the ground, and grabbed a broken cane on the ground.

As he grabbed the cane, his entire right arm turned silver in an instant.

Torn Silver Hands!

The power usurped from the Celtic god-king and the king of warriors, Nuada, when activated, the hand of flesh will transform into a silver arm.

Anything that is held by the Silver Arm, even if it is not a sword or even a weapon, will be entangled with immense power.

It's easy to cleave the earth, change the terrain, or break through the sea, and the items held by the Silver Arm will be given the ability to cut through everything, becoming a magic sword with a power similar to that of the sword of light, Claimh Solais.

The moment the broken staff was grasped by Tony, the divine mana obtained from killing the god of disobedience poured out of the silver hand and wrapped around the broken staff.

In an instant, the entire cane was transformed into a pitch-black magic sword, and the prototype of the cane could still be identified from the faint lines on the magic sword.

"Sure enough, I'm still not good at this." Looking at the magic sword in his hand, a smile appeared on Tony's face, he has extremely high swordsmanship talent, but magic talent is almost zero, before he became a god killer, he even had a physique that could not store magic power in his body.

Transforming something else into a magic sword is something he's not good at.

Still, it's enough to deal with these things.

Grabbing the black box in his left hand and the magic sword transformed from the broken staff in his right hand, Tony's gaze was fixed on the raging Shalan.

In the next moment, with a bang, the ground cracked and his body disappeared from its place.

And Shalan, who was raging towards the east, suddenly stagnated.

Then, like a dinner knife cutting through the pudding, the dark salon roll and sandstorm wall that swept through the dark clouds were cut through it.

In the next second after Sha Lan on the east side was cut in two, Sha Lan, ten kilometers away on the west side, was also cut in two by one in the middle.

The severed Shalan collapsed and dissipated, raising a cloud of sand and dust.

And Tony, the king of the sword, carried the magic sword in this way, walked on the road in the center of the sandstorm that was broken in two, and walked towards the city of Cairo in the north.

Not only physical matter, but also disembodied gases, liquids, spirits, and so on can be easily cut off.

......

North of Cairo City.

After draining the soul of a pharaoh, Horus's body became somewhat illusory, and his body gradually detached from the human form.

A long and narrow glow like the sun rising on the horizon.

"I only need to absorb ten more pharaoh's souls, and I can enter the posture of Rahoru Eckert."

He chose to absorb the power of the pharaoh directly and raise his own strength.

Although, doing so will weaken his royal power.

He Horus is the god of kingship, the protector of kingship, and the stronger the people's faith in kingship, the stronger the number of pharaohs, and the promotion of himself.

It is precisely for this reason that the practice of killing the pharaoh to absorb power will weaken his royal power.

This was also an act of desperation, and the "betrayal" of the pharaoh's soul made him realize that he could not rely on the royal power to restrain and control the pharaoh when he thought of dealing with that strange evil god.

Horus shook his hand and threw out the pharaoh's soul that he had drained of power.

The pharaoh's soul, which was left with only a soul shell, instantly turned into dark blue ashes and dissipated into the air.

Not even a single trace was left.

"Why ....."

The guardian of the mausoleum, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar figure in the sky, muttered to himself.

Why did the guardian of kingship, the god of kingship, kill the pharaoh's soul?

Was it because the pharaohs didn't keep their faith, they kept Egypt, and let outsiders occupy Egypt?

In any case, the tomb keepers who have been given the task of guarding the mausoleum are unwilling to believe that the god of kingship will be the evil party.

He made up the reason in his head.

This is the wrath of the god of kingship against Pharaoh's incompetence.

However, although he thinks so, no one else thinks the same way.

Horus killed Pharaoh, causing the wrath of a young grave keeper.

He put his hands on his forehead, and brushed his hands over the metal forehead:

"The one-eyed god of the eagle, beholdeth the eye of all things, and purifies the evil gods with that divine radiance!!"

Horus, who was about to attack, paused.

The one-eyed god of the eagle is synonymous with Horus.

However, there was only a pause, and his right hand was raised, and a blazing flame shot out, burning the young man and all the other grave keepers to ashes.

"No one can stop me."

Horus's left hand was raised, and a dark blue soul was sucked out of the mausoleum on the left.

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