"There are people in the sand!"

Seeing someone flying from afar, the gunners, who were originally squatting on the top of the train, all shouted in surprise.

They were all outlaws loyal to Mr. Hafez, and most of them had been market scoundrels or black slaves.

Mr. Hafiz, a hereditary knight, currently works as director of the British Empire Museum, a position that may seem unaffordable to others, but for the aspiring Hafez, he feels that he is at least a candidate for prime minister, and what he does here is absolutely overkill.

It's just that no matter his connections or qualifications, he is destined to have absolutely no possibility with the prime minister in his life, so Sir Hafez, who feels neglected, begins to spend his energy elsewhere.

As the world's largest thief exhibition center, Hafez used his authority to easily consult the treasures of various countries, and the treasures of countless ancient civilizations were all plundered in the name of archaeology or research, and became the capital of the empire on which the sun never sets.

Originally, Hafez didn't believe in those things recorded in ancient books, because if there was any evil god, then how could Britain become the number one in the world?

But the strange events in Cairo eight years ago made Hafez suspicious, even if a bunch of experts and scholars said that what happened at that time was actually just an anomaly caused by abnormal weather, but Hafez himself was one of the most knowledgeable experts in Britain, and naturally knew that his colleagues were all talking nonsense!

So he immediately began to study the ancient Egyptian epic mythology, and with the blessing of a large amount of information and his own knowledge, Hafez soon found clues.

The ancient Egyptian high priest Immorton, who was buried alive with a scarab beetle 3,000 years ago, was briefly resurrected and sealed again, and he only needed to find the Black Book of the Dead or the Golden Book of the Sun to resurrect him again.

Of course, Hafez is not a good old man, and he certainly won't do anything that is not profitable.

Is Immorton dead or alive, and has a half-dime relationship with him? What good can you do by resurrecting the other person yourself?

So even though Hafez knew about it a few years ago, he didn't even think about digging the other party out.

The first is that he doesn't know where Immorton was sealed, and the second is that he won't do this kind of loss-making business!

It wasn't until half a year ago, when a woman claiming to be the reincarnation of Anna Sue came to him that Hafez made up his mind to resurrect Immorton.

Because the woman told him that if he was willing to help resurrect Immorton, then she could persuade Immorton to give him the stewardship of Europe.

The temptation to become the emperor of Europe was too great, so Hafez agreed to the other party's request without hesitation, and then used his power to recruit a group of rabble, and began his vain attempt to unify the world.

Of course, Immorton alone, even if he has profound mana, cannot rule the world, so he needs some small help.

The guards of Anubis, the legendary Egyptian god of death, are the best way to make wishes come true.

"Shoot! Shoot! ”

Seeing the figure in the wind and sand getting closer and closer, the market scoundrels crouching on the roof of the car immediately shouted in panic, and then began to pull the bolt of their guns, trying to kill the other party before they arrived.

After all, the sudden appearance of a guy floating in the air in this vast desert is really terrifying!

'Looks like these people aren't very friendly!' Feeling the sparse bullets coming at him, someone thought with a frown.

It is impossible for this kind of ordinary firearm to cause any damage to him, not to mention the magic shield around his body, even if he stands still and lets them fight, with his current physique of 100 points, it is not something that a mere rifle can break through.

Even Barbara's fatal hit him could only shatter his own wrists, let alone these ordinary bullets!

It's just that although these attacks can't hurt him at all, the behavior of these guys still makes him a little annoyed.

'Wind Blade! ’

He waved his hand lightly at the men, and an invisible wind blade immediately rolled towards the top of the train.

The crowd who were still aiming and shooting only felt light, and then they all fell off the roof of the car with a puff.

If you had fallen from the top of a speeding train, you would have been killed, but the train was slow, only about thirty or forty yards, and it was surrounded by soft desert, so except for a few unlucky people who fell on their heads and broke their necks, everyone else was unscathed.

It's just that no matter how slow the train is, it can't be caught up by manpower, and when they react and want to catch up with the train, they find that the train doesn't know where to go!

How they can survive in the middle of the desert without any food or water is anyone's concern.

He casually dismissed the scum who dared to shoot at him, and then dodged into the train.

A group of guys with red bandanas in the carriage all looked nervous, and many of them took out their guns, although everyone knows that firearms may not be useful for this kind of guy who appears out of thin air, but it always feels safe to have a gun in hand.

"Put down your guns! Put it down! "Sir Hafiz, who was much wiser than his rabble, was a man who dared to deal with the devil, so he immediately ordered his men to put away their guns, and bowed.

"Great hermit, we don't mean to offend, we just pass through here, if you have any requests, please do not hesitate to command!"

I have to say that qualified to be the director of the British Museum, Hafetz's knowledge in the professional field is still quite strong, as long as it is the language and writing of the ancient civilization, he knows everything well, and this pure Beijing film makes someone a little surprised.

This guy is actually more standard than he said, if it weren't for his appearance, I would really think he was from the old capital!

"Where's your mage? What is this place? Someone walked into the carriage with Shi Shiran, first shook off the yellow sand on his body, and then directly picked up the kettle and washed his hands.

"Lord Immorton is in the back carriage, this is Egypt, the Sahara Desert!" Hafez hurriedly replied.

"Immorton? Ancient Egyptian High Priest Immorton? Someone who was washing his hands was slightly stunned, and then asked in surprise.

"Yes, are you friends with Lord Immorton?" Hafez looked at the strange man in front of him, curious.

"Welcome, great mage!" Before anyone could speak, the door at the back of the carriage was opened, and Immorton, who was dressed in civilian clothes, walked out directly, accompanied by Anna Sui.