All kinds of attacks followed, and the Pharaoh fought back, blocking the killer moves of Zhang Yao, Gandalf, and Immorton in a row. Finally, when he was exhausted, he was half a step slower than Dracula's movements.

Masters compete, fight is this step, or half a step.

Dracula was too fast to catch, and the Pharaoh, who was half a step slower, was still slow even though he had raised the Golden Book of the Sun to resist.

The blade of Yao Jiaxin was firmly inserted into Pharaoh Saiti's chest.

Pharaoh Saiti looked down blankly, only to see that the black mist in the dagger was swirling, and the power belonging to the artifact was absorbing his life force.

"Am I defeated! How is this possible, I am the great Pharaoh" The Pharaoh trembled and stretched out his hand to pull the dagger out of his chest. But before his hand touched the dagger, Yao Jiaxin's blade had already automatically flown back into Dracula's hand.

"Tick, tick" As the dagger detached from the pharaoh's chest, drops of liquid flame continued to drip from the pharaoh's chest.

These dripping flames were the blood of the Pharaoh's heart. He wanted to say something, but Immorton on the side couldn't wait.

"Kill!" Immorton let out a low cry, and this time instead of using the power of the Undead Bible, he took out the Spear of Judgment that killed the Scorpion King.

The spear of judgment pierced the Pharaoh's chest again.

Immorton stood proudly with his spear in hand, and the Pharaoh stretched out his arm in pain, as if to grasp something, but in the end it fell silently.

The fall of the arm of the pharaoh heralded the complete loneliness of a dynasty.

The ultimate overlord of the Pharaonic dynasty eventually died at the hands of the high priest he relied on because of a woman.

"The Pharaoh died, and the Pharaoh dynasty fell!" With the Spear of Judgment in hand, Immorton lifted up the corpse of Pharaoh Seti and roared at all of Cairo.

"It's dead, the Pharaoh is dead" All the holy guards who heard the news raised their heads in disbelief one by one, and looked blankly at the Pharaoh who was picked on the tip of the spear.

The fall of the Dingdong Pharaonic Dynasty rewards the host with a chance to draw a lottery.

Ding Dong destroyed the Pharaonic Dynasty of the Great Advent Force and rewarded a teleportation crystal. Collect seven teleportation crystals to escape from this world.

The voice of the system came as scheduled, resounding in Zhang Yao's mind.

Zhang Yao's face was expressionless when he heard the news, he walked step by step in the void, walked to the body of the Pharaoh, and grabbed the Golden Book of the Sun in the Pharaoh's hand.

One or two strokes, although the pharaoh was dead, the golden book of the sun was still held in his hands, and Zhang Yao pulled it twice in a row, but he did not open the golden book.

"If you don't let go even if you're dead, it's really innocent!" Seeing that the pharaoh was unwilling to let go, Zhang Yao shook his head slightly disapprovingly. Then he raised his arm slightly, and a sharp blade extended from his arm.

The flickering blade was raised high, and Zhang Yao slashed down with a knife, cutting off all four fingers of the Pharaoh, and causing the Golden Book of the Sun to slide down with it.

The slippery golden book of the sun was grabbed by Zhang Yao in his hand.

Zhang Yao casually looked at everything recorded in the golden book. Most of the spells in this book are related to the sun or fire. And the golden book itself is also a spell amplification artifact, and it has nothing to do with his power.

"Chicken ribs" In a short period of time, the Golden Book of the Sun was flipped aside by Zhang Yao.

Zhang Yao sighed with some regret, for him, this golden book of the sun was useless at all. Although the spells described above are very powerful, they are still light and fire in terms of attributes, and the premise of using these spells is to believe in the sun god.

The premise of the cultivation of a golden book of the sun is actually to believe in the sun god, which is somewhat funny to Zhang Yao.

Although selling one's faith is nothing to those who seek power. However, after experiencing the sacrificial rites of Hanubis, Zhang Yao was extremely vigilant about these things, and would never think that these so-called beliefs were just as simple as talking.

"Gandalf!" Zhang Yao closed the golden book of the sun, and shouted in a low voice without looking back.

"Your Majesty!" Gandalf was a little confused, but he still walked in front of Zhang Yao.

"You cultivate flames, and this thing is of some use to you. But I advise you on one thing, faith is not a joke, you have to think clearly! "Zhang Yao threw the Golden Book of the Sun to Gandalf, as one of the two mages in the empire who cultivated flames, the Golden Book of the Sun was definitely more useful in Gandalf's hands than in Mario's hands. If Gandalf can go further, it will also be a tiger with wings for the empire.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Gandalf, who had won the Golden Book of the Sun, couldn't close his mouth with joy. The strength of the Pharaoh is obvious to all, if it weren't for Zhang Yao coming at the end, the three of Immorton would not have killed the Pharaoh, I'm afraid it would be good not to be killed by the Pharaoh.

With such a powerful artifact given to himself, Gandalf fiddled with the Golden Book of the Sun like a child who had been given a beloved toy.

Immorton on the side looked at Gandalf with some envy, and tightened the Bible of the Dead in his hand, but did not object.

The Golden Book of the Sun is the Bible for restraining the dead. This is something that Immorton has never denied.

However, although the Golden Book of the Sun is good, it also depends on who it is for.

In the hands of the Pharaoh, the Golden Book of the Sun is a presence that terrifies Immorton. But if the same thing changes its owner, it doesn't mean the same thing.

Orange is orange born in Huainan, and orange is born in Huaibei. The leaves are similar, but the taste is different.

Immorton, the high priest of Hanubis, did not mean to compete for the Golden Book of the Sun. He glanced at the expressionless Dracula beside him, and the two of them smiled indifferently and looked together at the Pharaoh's guards below.

"Your Majesty, these holy guards" flung the Pharaoh from the air on the tip of his spear, and Immorton pointed the spear of judgment with a distant point below.

The person who was targeted by Immorton was the holy guard brought by the Pharaoh.

One by one, the guards wept bitterly below, still silent in the pharaoh's finger of death. Even after the body of the pharaoh was thrown from the air by Immorton, several people rose into the air and snatched the body of the pharaoh back.

Retrieving the body of the Pharaoh, the guards knelt in a circle. He didn't care if he was on the battlefield or not, and his face was full of grief, and he said his last prayer for the Pharaoh.

"Loyal dogs, this is a group of loyal dogs!" Looking at these loyal holy guards below, Zhang Yao pondered for a long time, and then waved his hand: "Let them accompany the Pharaoh, with the company of these heartfelt subordinates, the Pharaoh will not be alone." ”

Zhang Yao's eyes swept over, and the fate of these people had already been decided as soon as he opened his mouth, bringing another wave of killing.

At Zhang Yao's command, Dracula took the dagger and took away one soul after another.

These holy guards prayed around the body of the pharaoh. Although one of his companions was stabbed to death by Dracula, as long as he was alive, he still sat on the ground motionless, and none of them chose to resist, but only sang the praises of the Pharaoh's merits loudly until he died.

"Your Majesty, it has been dealt with, and there is no living mouth." After a series of killings, Dracula quietly returned to Zhang Yao's side, the dagger in his hand still dripping blood.

"Good!" Zhang Yao's gaze enveloped the whole of Cairo, and at this time, in the city of Cairo, the people who were still alive walked out of the ruins one by one to save each other's relatives and friends.

A big war has come to an end, and the most injured are always ordinary people.

Ordinary people have no room for resistance in front of the advent, the only thing they can do is to wait for the arrangement of fate, and life and death are all under the destiny of heaven.

"Cairo is ruined, and at least three-quarters of the area has no survivors alive." Following Zhang Yao's gaze, Gandalf, a good old man, was overflowing with compassion, and the corners of his eyes gradually moistened when he looked at the victims one by one.

"What are you crying about, you should laugh, laugh at these people are still alive!"

Zhang Yao's eyes were cold, he looked at the corners of Gandalf's somewhat moist eyes, and sneered in a low voice: "Put away those hypocritical tears, we are the invaders"