A sudden sound sounded above the city walls.

On the city wall, Zhang Yaopi, who turned into an Egyptian warrior, was stubborn, and he was the one who just spoke.

Priest Pyramid Grim Reaper.

Zhang Yao was curious about what was in the pyramid, or the process of becoming a priest. Even at the risk of being seen through the disguise by Immorton, he had to open his mouth to see if Immorton would be dark.

"Good, you're good!" Immorton's gaze only swept over Zhang Yao's body, and he didn't even stop for a second before he looked at the others again.

"What about you, you cowards, are you already scared and want to cry?" Immorton didn't doubt Zhang Yao's identity, or in his heart, he didn't think that Zhang Yao, who had disappeared for three days, would once again disguise himself as an Egyptian warrior and appear in front of him in a grand manner.

Formalism kills people, Zhang Yao stood on the city wall with a smile. In the perception of many people, his smile is proud, but only Zhang Yao himself knows that he laughs because Immorton does not know people and mistakenly treats him as an ordinary person.

It's dark under the lamp, and it's dark under the lamp.

Zhang Yao enjoyed the gaze of a hero or a fool, resisted the urge to fly down the city wall, and trotted down the city.

When Zhang Yao walked down the city, in front of the Sultan's death squad, there were already hundreds of Egyptian guards.

Not everyone is unresponsive to the word coward. At least after the death of 2,000 brave people, hundreds of Egyptians still stood up, although this stand up was based on the premise that Zhang Yao was the first bird.

Zhang Yao, who was a first-of-its-kind bird, was still so inconspicuous when he wanted to blend in with the crowd. He tried to dilute his sense of existence, and rarely communicated with people in his eyes, just holding the spear in his hand, looking like no one would enter.

The pretended indifference on his face made many Egyptians who wanted to talk to him hesitate and retreat.

Immorton's gaze lingered on the Egyptian for a moment. In the end, he still chose the large number of Sudanese, perhaps in his heart, these hundreds of Egyptians are almost like sending them to death.

Immorton chose to pay attention to the Sudanese, and Zhang Yao was also happy to hear about it. Although Zhang Yao is very confident in his disguise, Immorton is the existence of the peak of heroes after all, and Zhang Yao is also worried that he will be seen through the disguise, so he does not dare to be careless.

"Each of you, you have an hour to enter. It hasn't come out after an hour, and I don't need to introduce the consequences! ”

Standing in front of the pyramid, Immorton looked at the tens of thousands of Sudanese slaves and spoke, and finally turned his gaze to the camp of the Egyptians, and said with a smile: "The Egyptians have never lacked warriors, but among these tens of thousands, you are the only one!" ”

"Huh!" With Immorton's words, the remaining tens of thousands of Egyptian guards who did not stand up suddenly turned red one by one. And these so-called warriors who accepted Immorton's praise also cast disdainful eyes on their companions behind them.

"Ready to enter!" Immorton didn't talk to the crowd for long, just smiled and waved open the door to the pyramid.

The heavy stone door of the pyramid slowly opened with a click.

Looking at the road to death that opened in front of them, although many people have been mentally prepared, they are still reluctant to turn back.

Sudanese look back at their families, Egyptians look back at their homeland. Only Zhang Yao stood in place very unsocially, with little expression on his face from beginning to end.

"Enter!" Immorton held the Bible of the Dead and stretched out his hand a little towards the pyramid.

The neat queue of "Kua Kua Kuaku" is like an ancient march under the supervision of the white-robed sacrifice. The gate of the pyramid is about three meters high and four meters wide, which is enough to pass through five people at a time, which allows a team of more than 10,000 people to enter the pyramid in no time.

After waiting in place for a few minutes, it was finally time for Zhang Yao to enter the pyramid.

Zhang Yao is just like those ordinary Egyptians, he tries his best to let himself see and think less, for fear that at this last moment, Imorton will see a flaw.

Fortunately, Immorton's gaze did not pay attention to the poor creatures who had entered the pyramids. Or for Immorton, this is the only person who has come out of the pyramid that deserves his attention, after all, it is enough to do it once.

"Who is this man? It looks familiar! At the last second when Zhang Yao stepped into the pyramid, he looked back at Immorton slightly.

Immorton and Zhang Yao's eyes looked at each other, although Zhang Yao turned his head in the next moment, but the eye contact still made Immorton aware of it.

It's a pity that this perception was too short-lived, so short that when Immorton didn't have time to pay attention, Zhang Yao had already stepped into the pyramid.

Step by step, step by step into the pyramid, Zhang Yao knew that he had deceived Immorton and really let him enter this pyramid of cultivating priests.

Inside the pyramid, there are relatively abstract murals.

Zhang Yao, who walked into it, found that he and the others were not in the corridor, but tens of thousands of people were standing in a hall.

In the hall, which is large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people, a corrosive smell wafts through it. Zhang Yao looked back and saw the gate when he entered. Behind him was a wall entirely, and under the perception of his telekinesis, Zhang Yao also knew that this was a real wall, not some tricks.

"Damn the Sultan, what do you want to do?" There was a sudden sound of controversy, and the hall was clearly divided, and tens of thousands of Sudanese and hundreds of Egyptians were looking at each other, each with a different look in their eyes.

The Egyptians' eyes were filled with contempt and cruelty. The eyes of the Sudanese were filled with cringe and resentment.

It's just that there are too many Sudanese here. The gap in numbers of up to 100 to 1 made it more and more difficult for the Egyptians in the midst of the confrontation, and no one knew whether such a confrontation would turn into a fight.

The question of whether it is a civil fight or a martial arts fight is meaningless to Zhang Yao. Zhang Yao directly ignored the warnings or united gazes of the people around him, but looked at the murals on both sides as if no one was around, looking at these murals attentively.

In the mural, there are samurai wearing kobold masks and mummies with scimitars at their waists.

Although these mummies are very abstract, Zhang Yao still looks at them very seriously, just because of these patterns, the complete record of the mummy-making process.

Making mummies, whether for ordinary people or for Zhang Yao, is very fresh. Especially looking at a red-hot iron hook that pierced through the nostrils of a dead corpse. Then it extends to the brain, stirs up the whole brain, and finally hooks the brain with an iron hook to extract the picture, which really has a cruel beauty.

"My name is Kampo, and I turned out to be a boxer in Sudan. What is your name? Just as Zhang Yao was oblivious to admiring the mural, with a pair of eagle-like eyes, the young sultan named Kanbo walked up.

"Ignore me, if I were you, I wouldn't be gossiping here right now." Zhang Yao opened his mouth without replying, and his words were full of contempt.

"Hehe, we have 10,000 people here, it seems that you haven't understood what the gap is!" Kan Bo smiled angrily, and just when he was about to grab Zhang Yao's shoulder, he saw a picture that he would never forget in his life.