Hurried footsteps came from all directions.

Inside the hall where the statue of Hanubis is enshrined, there are a total of eight passages. At this moment, in every passage, there are faint footsteps, indicating that there are definitely not a few things to come.

"It's something, so many footsteps!" Camper and the old man leaned close together, their heads like rattles, patrolling the eight passages back and forth.

Under the unknown power, the only thing ordinary people can do is to repent of the crimes they have committed.

In the Tower of Hamna, it is not a place where ordinary people can be presumptuous. Here, not to mention a boxer like Kanbo, even if the real boxing champion comes, he has to walk gently like a cat, otherwise he will definitely be pinched to death by an unknown existence.

Faced with the fear of the unknown that might come, Camper holds the boning knife that belongs to the mummified maker, and keeps the guard with the old man.

They listened to the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, until an Egyptian warrior, covered in blood, stepped through the shadows of the passage.

"Egyptians!" Looking at the familiar leather armor and spears, Campo discovered for the first time that the Egyptians, who were disgusting, actually made him feel more intimate one day.

"Sultans!" The Egyptian warrior who walked out of the passage also raised his eyebrows, but when he saw Zhang Yao floating in the air, there was also a little more joy in his originally wary eyes.

Now Zhang Yao's dress is still the appearance of an Egyptian warrior. The Egyptian who walked in from other passages didn't know Zhang Yao's true identity, so the first time he saw Zhang Yao, he respectfully walked to Zhang Yao's side.

"Great and powerful, Lelouch, I would like to pay you high respect!" The Egyptian warrior Lu Luxiu, who regarded Zhang Yao as his own, did not pay attention to the two of them, and looked at them with a smile rather than a smile.

Lu Luxiu saluted Zhang Yao respectfully, and in his eyes, the eyes of the two of them were naked jealousy. Jealous of them the Egyptians, there was a great being who entered the pyramids. conAd1();

"Hmph, slave, it's useless to be jealous" Lu Luxiu, who thought he had found a backer, swept the two of them with contempt in his eyes.

Kanbo and the old man of the Sultan glanced at each other, and only they understood what a terrifying existence Zhang Yao was. So when Lelouch mistook the unidentified Zhang Yao for a strong man in Egypt, they didn't mean to explain at all.

"Damn Egyptians, laugh, make trouble. When you know that the so-called Egyptian powerhouse in your mouth is the real demon, I don't think you still have a smiling face! For the arrogance on Lelouxiu's face, Kanbo and the old sultan were very interested in it.

When people are most hopeful, it is the most fun to bring them despair.

The two couldn't wait to hope that the Egyptians would survive a few more, and then struggle to die in this hopeful despair.

The appearance of "Collapse" Lelouch symbolizes that those who have passed the first two levels have moved towards the third level.

In the eight passages, there are footsteps getting closer and closer. As if there were gods in the underworld, hearing the prayers of the two Kampas, when people came out of the eight passages, there were nearly twenty Egyptian warriors who survived.

Twenty Egyptian warriors in leather armor and spears confronted hundreds of Sudanese survivors. Among the mummies in the first level and the ghouli-eating beetles in the second level, the surviving Egyptian warriors are obviously much larger than the survival of the Sudanese.

Of the more than 100 Egyptian warriors, 20 survived. Of the tens of thousands of Sudanese slaves, only a few hundred survived to the third level, which undoubtedly shows that the Egyptians, who were born as professional soldiers, were far ahead in the survival category.

"How did you survive?" Zhang Yao still played the role of observer, he looked curiously at the Egyptian warriors around him, wondering why the survival rate of these people was more than ten times that of the Sudanese.

"My lord, we are all professional soldiers, and we are not short of weapons and courage. conAd2(); The mummies were very strong for us, but because we were relatively small, we stayed together in the first hall, and by the time we entered the mural of the mummy, many of us were not separated. ”

The Egyptian warrior's answer was comprehensive, first explaining the reason for the weapons and fighting qualities, and then talking about the fact that because they had been staying together, most of them were also assigned to the same mural when they were forced into the mural by Zhang Yao.

There were only a hundred Egyptian warriors, who were assigned to two or three adjacent frescoes, and these Egyptians, who originally belonged to the same soldiers, were obviously more united.

When Zhang Yao heard such an explanation, he no longer wondered about their chances of survival.

After all, a boxer like Camper, after raising his arms, can lead dozens of ordinary people to kill mummies when more than half of them are killed or wounded. And these Egyptian warriors, who belonged to professional soldiers, apparently only through effective cooperation. Defeating one mummy, plus three mummymakers, is not that difficult to do. The real reason for their heavy casualties is probably the corpse-eating beetle in the second level.

"Yes, soldiers who have undergone rigorous training are more able to adapt to crises than ordinary people."

When Zhang Yao heard the reason why these soldiers survived, he nodded in agreement. However, after a short period of approval, a new reason emerged, that is, the second wave entered the pyramid, but there were more than 200 soldiers, why did not a single one of them survive.

The mummies in the first level are obviously not enough to leave more than two hundred soldiers.

The ghoul beetle in the second level, although it may cause a large number of casualties among the Egyptian warriors, should not be wiped out.

It's not the first level, it's not the second level. Then what really caused the mass death of these people is likely to be the third level to be faced, or other challenges after that.

"Boom, boom, boom" followed the last survivor alive into the second hall. The eight passages leading to the second hall all closed with a roar.

With the closure of the eight passages, the entire hall suddenly became gloomy and terrifying. conAd3();

Twenty Egyptian warriors, all gathered around Zhang Yao. And those Sudanese who had no support also spontaneously formed their own small groups, watching the surroundings with a wary expression.

"There's no mummified frescoes in there." One of the Sudanese looked around and spoke to the people around him.

"There aren't damn man-eating beetles either." Another man spoke, and his voice trembled at the word beetle.

"No mummies, no beetles, no passages. What does this mean exactly, and what do you want us to do? This time it was the Egyptian warrior who spoke, and his eyes involuntarily looked at Zhang Yao, as if Zhang Yao, who had never spoken, was their real backbone.

"Boom!" Just as many people stood in the hall in a daze, a violent shaking came from the middle of the hall.

The shaking position comes from the middle of the hall. As the ground continues to collapse downward, a black statue of Lord Hanubis slowly rises from it, carrying a long offering table.

A black statue of the Grim Reaper, with a long bluestone offering table. As soon as such a combination appeared, everyone present couldn't help but hold their weapons to guard against a possible surprise attack.

After a long wait, there were twenty minutes left until the hour.

The expected attack still did not come.

Everything around was silent, everyone clutching their weapons and holding their breath. Zhang Yao was the only one floating in the air, looking at the statue of the god of death that appeared, and he didn't know why, he always felt that something was missing from this statue.

"Something's missing!" Zhang Yao looked at the statue of the god of death rising from the hall, whether he looked up or down, left and right, he just felt that something was wrong with this statue, but he couldn't tell what was missing from this statue.

"What's the matter, there's no monster in here!"

"It's going to be an hour in ten minutes, if we can't get out, won't we die here!"

Time passed little by little, and more and more people fell into a panic. Many people present at the moment are eager to have a few mummies, after all, compared to the visible danger, this kind of countdown waiting for death is undoubtedly more chilling.

"This is an offering table, I saw it when the priests worshipped the god of death!" It was a very inconspicuous Egyptian who broke this silence.

With the Egyptian's words, everyone's eyes couldn't help but look over, even Zhang Yao was no exception.

Under Zhang Yao's cold gaze, the Egyptian looked a little nervous, and quickly explained: "Really, I have really seen this kind of offering table, and I have also seen this kind of statue of the god of death. But this time it was different from what I saw, the offering table was full of offerings, but there was nothing here, there were no sacrifices for the god of death."

"Sacrifice, to the god of death" Hearing the Egyptian's explanation, Zhang Yao suddenly had a feeling of sudden realization.

He finally knew why he felt wrong. Because the Grim Reaper's offering table was empty, it seemed a bit out of place.

"But we don't have any sacrifices here!" Just when everyone suddenly realized, a sudden shout broke the peace,

"Yes, we don't have sacrifices?"

After a short period of silence, many people's eyes became subtle.

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