As soon as there were no offerings, the atmosphere of the whole scene became a little delicate.

Because everyone knows that Hanubis is the god of death, and for the god of death, there is no better sacrifice than death.

There is no sacrifice, no, these people in front of you are sacrifices.

The hundreds of Sudanese present looked at the Egyptians with unkindness in their eyes. If it weren't for the fact that Zhang Yao was also an Egyptian in the eyes of most people, I am afraid that these sultans would have already swarmed up and flayed twenty Egyptian warriors alive.

"Great, sir!" The Egyptian warrior named Lelouch looked at Zhang Yao under the fiery gaze of the sultans. But Zhang Yao was noncommittal about this, and instead looked at the offering table in front of the statue of the god of death.

"Just do what you want, when I don't exist." Zhang Yao waved his hand disapprovingly, and at the same time announced the fate of these Egyptians.

"No, sir. You can't do this, you can't" An Egyptian warrior was crying, trying to make Zhang Yao change his mind.

"Actually, I can do that." Zhang Yao smiled slightly, interrupting the Egyptian's crying.

"Kill, kill all these Egyptians." With Zhang Yao ruthlessly turning his head, the shouting of killing suddenly broke out.

Hundreds of Sudanese, with cruel smiles on their faces, brandished their weapons and went on the offensive.

For the Egyptians, the Sudanese were just their slaves. And in the eyes of the Sudanese, these Egyptians are also bloody executioners, and no one minds falling into the ground.

With shouts of killing, the Sudanese swarmed up.

Every Egyptian warrior was a professional soldier, and for the Sultans, they did not have the strength to fight it alone. None of the Sudanese who were also present would choose to go alone.

A dozen of the sultans rushed up to besiege an Egyptian warrior. conAd1();

In the siege with a huge gap in numbers, every Egyptian warrior erupted in an ancient roar at this moment. Two or three of them formed a battle formation, and went crazy to attack the sultans who surrounded them, just to be able to turn the defeat around.

It turns out that not everyone is called Ip Man.

Not everyone can shout, I'm going to hit ten.

An Egyptian warrior, under the attack of the Sudanese, is like a boat fluttering in the wind and rain. Especially when the first Egyptian warrior was cut down by a dozen weapons in a row, all the attacking sultans erupted in an unimaginable earth-shattering roar.

"Kill! Kill all these executioners and avenge our families! "Every Sudanese fell into madness, and the human thirst for blood in their bones made them turn into devils and constantly attack the Egyptian front.

The Egyptians fought and retreated, and one of their companions fell to the ground in the battle. Even when many people fell to the ground, there were still fantasies in their eyes, fantasizing that Zhang Yao would come out to save them.

"I'm sorry, I'm undercover!" Zhang Yao also saw the incomprehensible gaze in the eyes of these people, and at this time, he suddenly remembered a movie called Infernal Affairs, and said that classic line in silence.

"Undercover, undercover!" Lelouxiu, who was dying, was still full of confusion in his eyes.

For them, the ancient Egyptians, the word undercover did not make them understand, but unfortunately Zhang Yao did not mean to explain.

"We are victorious, the Sudanese are victorious!" When the last Egyptian warrior was cut to the ground, the Sudanese erupted in loud cheers.

Defeated again and again by the Egyptians, even the country of Sudan was destroyed by the chariot driven by the pharaoh. All of this made the Sudanese hold a breath in their chests, and they involuntarily shouted out at this time.

"Go, take the heads of these people and offer them to the Grim Reaper as a sacrifice. conAd2(); "After the victory, the Sudanese clamored to cut off their spoils. And just as they were about to make a move, the Egyptian warriors on the ground who had already died turned into white points of light.

White points of light, like fireflies, flew towards the statue of the Grim Reaper.

In the statue of Hanubis, the god of death, there was originally nothing. However, with the appearance of these points of light, there was also an extra golden balance on the hands of the god of death.

There were hundreds of red points of light at one end and nothing at the other. These white points of light that flew towards the statue of the Grim Reaper, one by one, quickly plunged into the end of nothing, formed a stark contrast to the hundreds of red points of light.

"What does that mean?" Looking at the high scales, the Sudanese present stopped cheering and couldn't help but fall silent.

On one side are hundreds of red dots of light, and on the other side are a scarce number of white dots.

The Sudanese saw exactly what the Egyptians had become when they disappeared. And when you think of the twenty Egyptians who have become twenty white points of light, the answer to what are the remaining hundreds of red points of light is already self-evident.

The living are red points of light, and the dead are white points of light, and if you want the balance to be balanced, you need to have the same points of light on both sides.

By this time, everyone remembered the sacrifices, the indifferent gaze after walking out of the pyramid. If the birth of these priests was also the result of such devotion, then the indifference in the eyes of these people is explained.

"What are you still doing, your time is very tight!" Just when many people fell silent, Zhang Yao's cold and emotionless voice seemed to be from the call of the devil.

"We can't do this, we're all companions, we," one Sudanese tried to explain, but it was too pale, especially after the Sudanese themselves were divided into countless small camps.

Where there was competition, there was competition, and with small groups of each other, the Sudanese, without any external threat, finally brandished their butcher's knives at their companions after two minutes of silence. conAd3();

"Brother, don't blame my brother for being ruthless. My wife and children outside are still waiting for me to go back, I can't die! ”

"You were there for my brother when he died. Why didn't you save him, why wasn't you the one who died? ”

The butcher's knife that was fighting side by side swung towards his companion in the next moment.

Many people find the right reason for themselves before they get their hands dirty. It seems that after saying these words, they are no longer selfish, and they no longer have any scruples between their shots.

"Kill, kill"

"Hack them to death, they die, and we can live!" One by one, the Sudanese, centered on their own small groups, fought together.

Zhang Yao stood in the air and watched all this indifferently, he watched the old man who escaped with Kanbo be brutally cut to the ground by several Sudanese. Then he watched as Campo raised his fist angrily and fought with the people around him.

One after another, Sudanese fell under the butcher's knives of their own people, and for a time the earth was stained with blood.

Campo was also red-eyed in the crowd, and at this moment, he was completely a qualified Roman gladiator, combining cruelty, blood, and ruthlessness.

"How sad, the strong make the rules, and the weak obey helplessly. It was really a cruel selection of priests, a playground to please the gods. Zhang Yao had a sarcastic smile on his face, and he couldn't help but think of the more than 200 warriors who walked into the pyramid in the second wave. I don't know if these people are fighting each other like this, which is the reason why they can't get out of the pyramid.

I don't know, maybe there is no answer to this secret.

Perhaps, they did not attack their companions, and chose to face death together, which made everyone sink into the sand.

Or, they played a dead hand to each other, and in the end, none of them could be victors, and they all ended up in this pyramid.

Cruelty or beauty requires us to use our imagination to think about those people's choices.

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