"Oh, that's right, but I've heard that they're coming across the sea in iron warships, and my magic is only effective on deserts and land, and it will be greatly diminished on the ocean." Immorton said with a frown.

"It's okay, I can deal with their warships. I will take a 10% of my soul as a reward, and the rest will be yours. Li Mu said.

"Thank you so much." Immorton was very grateful to Li Mu, if it weren't for Li Mu, he would probably only be able to guard Ansuna for a hundred years now, who only had mortal life.

"It's okay, I'm not without a request, just give me the Grim Reaper bracelet as payment." Li Mu said lightly.

"Yes." Immorton was desperate to resurrect Ansuna, not to mention a Grim Reaper bracelet, even if he was willing to offer him the whole of Egypt.

While the two were negotiating, a bunch of black-clothed cavalry swept the yellow sand and came to the front of the two, led by the bearded man in the plot, he held a spear in his hand, and yelled at Immorton, "Immorton, you have been dead for a thousand years, why are you still obsessed, the underworld should be your destination, go back to the underworld, the world is not for you." ”

"Hehe, that's how the descendants of the Pharaoh guarded the land of their ancestors back then? Allowing foreign armies to trample on their own land, while they themselves retain their own strength and watch all this? If I were your ancestors, I would be ashamed to have such children. ”

Immorton has already known the history of Egypt over the years from Li Mu's mouth, especially in the last few hundred years, Egypt has been conquered by one alien race after another, but these black-clothed people have always retained great strength and are indifferent, but they shout and kill this person who kills the alien army. These people were in his eyes a bunch of rebels whose brains were filled with water, the kind that needed to be hung on the walls to dry.

"Immorton, you have been dead for a thousand years, why are you still obsessed, the world no longer belongs to you." Blackbeard continued to count.

"No, you never know, this world belongs to the strong." After Immorton finished speaking, he turned into a gust of wind, and many yellow sands gathered into a huge human face, and the huge human face opened a large mouth, swallowing all the many black-clothed cavalry. When Immorton reappeared, his body was more perfect and strong, and the souls of those men were taken by Anubis's carriage.

"I know where they're hiding." Immorton said.

"Let's go, I don't think you want to leave any trouble." Li Mu said.

"That's right," Immorton nodded, "just like they left me back then." ”

Buckingham Palace, United Kingdom.

"What the hell is going on?" The king patted the report on the table and said, "Tens of thousands of troops have disappeared like this, and the investigation report actually tells me that it was a strange wind and sand that swallowed them, and if it was the wind and sand that swallowed them, then why did the people of Egypt have nothing to do?" Could it be that the wind and sand can still distinguish between nationalities? ”

"Your Majesty, now is not the time to pursue responsibility, the most important thing now is to stabilize the situation first, Egypt must not lose." The Chancellor of the Exchequer below exhorted.

It's 1920, the First World War has just ended, all countries are suffering from a lot of vitality, Britain has almost wiped out the old bottom, if it weren't for the blood transfusion of the colonies, I'm afraid it would have been unable to hold on. Even now, Britain is barely maintaining the face of a strong country by relying on India's blood transfusion, otherwise, he will soon fall off the altar and become a second-rate country. Even domestic stability will collapse. The lessons of Charles I are likely to be repeated.

Thinking of this, sweat ran down George V's forehead, "Tell me to mobilize half of the home fleet and army to Egypt to find out the truth about the disappearance of the garrison, and Egypt must not be lost." ”

"Understood, Your Majesty." The crowd slowly retreated. Begin to convey the execution of the orders of His Majesty the Emperor.

A month later, a mighty army was advancing toward Egypt.

Vatican City.

"Your Majesty, this is a report of the disappearance of the British army in Egypt, according to some sources, it is related to necromancy, maybe it is the resurrection of the person at the level of the great sacrifice over there." A man in knight's armor bowed and prayed.

"I see, get the ship ready, I'm going to see it myself." An old man in a white robe pondered for a moment before speaking faintly.

"His Majesty the Pope." The knight was visibly taken aback, and he was interrupted by the Pope just as he tried to stop it.

"Nearly 100,000 troops were wiped out in an instant, this is not just the level of the high priest, if I don't take a look again, when he really recovers, I'm afraid we will no longer have the ability to suppress him." The Pope said faintly, "Alright, go and prepare, by the way, call the remaining cardinals, I have something to announce......"

"My subordinates understand." The knight nodded with difficulty and stepped back.

The Pope looked down at the holy text in his hand, "Could it be that this time it is really impossible to reverse the situation?" There is no chance, the glory of standing for a thousand years cannot be cut off in my hands, even if it is a fight for my life......" The old man held the holy book in his hand hard.

On the dock in Britain, groups of young girls stood on the pier holding flowers, and they watched as groups of soldiers stepped onto the ships, and steel warships pulled anchors and set sail, and the huge procession slowly drove in the direction of Egypt. For the warriors who defend their colonies, they don't mind offering their own hot kisses. In their eyes, these people are heroes.

A white cruise ship sails in the calm Mediterranean Sea, the blue water, the clear sky, the mild sea breeze sweeps, removing the hot air, many people lie on the cruise ship's open-air lounge chairs, enjoying the comfortable Mediterranean sunshine.

An old man sat quietly in the cabin, holding a heavy book in his hand.

"Your Majesty, the port of Alexandria is ahead...... one of the knights whispered.

"I've stepped down from office, and I'm just an ordinary monk now." The old man said lightly.

"But......" Just as the knight was about to say something more, a violent explosion suddenly came out from outside, "Guy inside, come out, I feel you......"

"What people!" The knight drew his sword from his waist.

"You're not his opponent, he's coming for me." The old man stopped the knight, and then his eyes showed a gleam, and he slowly stood up, and walked towards the outside of the cabin step by step.

Above deck, the crowd that had been standing here chatting and enjoying the sun had disappeared, replaced by a large cracked hole in black smoke and a scorched smell. The old man frowned, and he looked out to sea, where a huge white battleship lay like a hill in front of the cruise ship.