The green grass began to wither and yellow, and yellow sand swept the land.

The entire Amshei Oasis is covered in an apocalyptic scene, and the beginning of it all comes from the death of the Scorpion King.

The Scorpion King is dead, and his fate was predestined when Immorton knelt.

There are few people in this world who can survive Zhang Yao, Immorton, Dracula, and the three of them together, at least the Scorpion King can't do this.

Immorton attracts firepower, Dracula is responsible for disturbing, and Zhang Yao holds the spear of judgment and delivers a killing blow.

The cooperation of the three of them, although it is not seamless, but the scorpion king, who is weak and weak, is still difficult to support alone. Finally, when the spear of judgment pierced through the body of the Scorpion King, the battle also came to an end.

"If only the Scorpion King could join us! Alone, none of the three of us was his opponent. But in terms of strength, the strength of the Scorpion King can be comparable to the Clown Emperor at worst, and if it is used well, it is a big battle force. ”

The oasis beneath his feet turned into a desert again, and Dracula sighed. After all, a scorpion king can die in the three of them joining forces, which also shows its strength in disguise.

Among the heroes, every class is like a moat.

In terms of the peak of heroes alone, the strength of Immorton and Zhang Yao can be regarded as the first entry, and the strength of the Scorpion King can be regarded as the mainstay. There is not only Hedram, who is at the peak of half a step, but also others in the same level of voltage stabilization.

But fortunately, the Scorpion King has not been able to reach the level of Hedlam. One-on-one, the Scorpion King can defeat, any of the three Zhang Yao. Three to one, the Scorpion King can only kneel.

"The Scorpion King is indeed a great fighting force, but unfortunately it can't be used by me."

Zhang Yao agrees with Dracula's statement, in terms of recruiting the strong, his concept is that the more the merrier, and no one will dislike his strength.

It's a pity that it is impossible for the Scorpion King to surrender. It was only Hanubis's pet, living in a cage like Amshei, like a prisoner in the dark, never to be redeemed.

A man who is destined to be unredeemed, despite the title of king, he is still pathetic.

When he met the Scorpion King, Zhang Yao also had the heart to solicit. But the Scorpion King's mind has been completely filled with destruction and madness, and it is difficult to achieve even the most basic communication, let alone subdue.

If you can't take it in, you can only kill, Zhang Yao stroked the Grim Reaper bracelet with some regret. Fortunately, after killing the Scorpion King, the Death Bracelet has the power to summon the undead army, which finally brings some comfort.

"Let's go, in this world, there is no Amshai anymore, the next thing is to erase the Pharaoh Dynasty." Zhang Yaomu sent the palace of the Scorpion King to sink into the earth, looking at the sky in the wind, sand and roar.

The sky was blue, and the white clouds danced in the wind, indicating that it was a good day to kill.

"Who are you? This is the palace of the Pharaohs, and trespassers will be killed! "A stubborn soldier of the Pharaoh stood guard outside the gates of the royal palace in Cairo, staring at the intruder in front of him.

The intruder in front of him was dressed in black, with a pair of huge bat wings spread out behind his back, and traces of blood remained at the corners of his mouth.

"Pharaoh! There is no such thing as a pharaoh, there is only one king in this world, and that is the King of the Rising Sun! Dracula, whose mouth was full of blood, let go of the soldier in his hand, and with a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes, he greedily stared at the necks of those around him.

Being stared at by this greedy gaze, the soldiers who surrounded him suddenly felt a chill.

These battle-hardened soldiers have experienced countless brutal battles, but this blood-sucking monster in front of them is the first time they have seen it.

Comes and goes like the wind, fast as lightning.

Every movement of Dracula was beyond the reach of the human eye, and before the soldiers could react, there were already corpses left on the ground.

The Egyptian soldiers who surrounded them clenched their spears in their hands with trembling hands. They are killed by Dracula, like death row prisoners awaiting trial, the difference is only who dies first.

"Look at the sky, it's a golden chariot, our golden chariot!" Just as the confidence of the Egyptian guards was about to crumble, a golden afterimage flashed in the sky. And the Egyptians who saw this golden afterimage couldn't help but burst into cheers.

Unfortunately, the cheers didn't last long, and were replaced by gasps.

"I, Imorton! It's the traitor Immorton! "The golden chariot was parked over the palace, and Immorton, the former high priest who had been angrily denounced by the Pharaoh as a traitor this morning, was scanning everyone with scrutinizing eyes.

The arrival of "whoosh" Immorton is not the end, but the beginning of the story. Meteors flashed in the sky, and each meteor represented a human figure, and in the blink of an eye, it was all over Cairo.

10,000, 20,000. Thirty-one warriors in armor stood silently in the void, all of them standing behind Immorton, wearing three water streaks on their chests, plus a badge of tomorrow.

This is not the Egyptians, whose army is this?

The Egyptian soldiers below, their eyes widened one by one. In their minds, Immorton should have been in Hamnata, under the crusade of the Pharaohs, rather than in Cairo.

But the fact is that Immorton appeared in Cairo. He brought with him a vast legion, a golden chariot of drivers, and soared over the palace of the Pharaoh.

"Cairo, the Cairo of the Pharaoh! No, this is our Cairo, the Cairo of the Great Majesty! Standing on the golden chariot, Immorton ignored the gaze of the Egyptians below, and ran before the badge-wearing soldiers.

"Cairo, Cairo! Our Cairo, the Cairo of Your Great Majesty! The legions in the sky shouted loudly, voices coming from all directions. Let the Egyptian warriors guarding the palace below become silent one by one.

"High Priest, do you dare to lead an army to defend the palace, do you want to rebel?" In the silence of the Egyptians, someone could not bear it anymore and asked Immorton in the sky.

"Rebellion!" Immorton had a playful look on his face, and he looked at the Egyptian warriors with a sneer on his face.

"There is no rebellion, the High Priest of Immorton has complied with the mandate of heaven and has returned to the Rising Sun Empire, this time he is here to quell the chaos." Dracula, who was standing in the sea of corpses and blood, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the next moment he rose to the sky and stood firmly on Immorton's golden chariot.

Standing on the golden chariot, Dracula held a bright yellow decree in his hand, bowed his head and read: "The Pharaoh has perverted, ignoring the suffering of the people, framing the loyal and good, and oppressing his neighbors. At the request of the Pharaonic Dynasty, the former High Priest Immorton, the Rising Sun Empire sent troops to the Pharaonic Dynasty to overthrow the tyrannical dynasty. Politics, humanity is flourishing! ”

The deep proclamation of the verdict that enveloped the whole of Cairo silenced all who heard it.

They looked at Immorton in disbelief, and couldn't believe that Immorton would bring a large army, and it was to overthrow the Pharaonic dynasty.

"Kill them all, welcome the Great Majesty, and ascend to the top of Egypt." The look of ridicule flashed, and Immorton ignored the surprise of the soldiers, but turned back indifferently and gave orders to the legion commanders behind him.

"Yes, Your Excellency!" The commanders of the various legions, having received orders to pacify Egypt before they came, did not refuse Immorton's order.

With the orders of the commanders of each legion, the Mental Force Legionnaires standing in the air carried forward the fine tradition of attacking Modo.

The soldiers of the Mental Force Legion quickly laid out a formation in the air, and a legion was an attack point, and colorful combined strikes fell from the sky.

Some legions summoned fires to engulf everything, while others created a storm that swept through the Egyptian soldiers underground.

The Egyptian soldiers were running around one by one, and under such an air attack, they were even more unbearable than Saddam's army under the attack of the US army, and the battle was completely one-sided.

"Weak, too weak!" Dracula, who was standing with Immorton, pouted slightly as he watched the slaughter below. From time to time he swooped down from the chariot in a few dives, grabbed several Egyptians, and returned again after sucking up the blood.

"Don't be careless, these people are just ordinary people, and the people who really need to be guarded against are the Pharaoh and the holy guards around him!" Immorton did not take it lightly, because he knew that in the large advent forces, the combat effectiveness would inevitably be uneven. And the strength of the pharaoh dynasty did not depend on how many ordinary soldiers there were. Rather, it lies with the Pharaoh, who is in charge of the Golden Book of the Sun, and the holy guards who are loyal to the Pharaoh.

Let the dead live the Bible, let the living die the sun golden book Immorton caress the golden chariot, and he will witness the pharaonic dynasty that rose in his hands and came to an end with his hands.