"Yes, that's it!"

"Give me to kneel here honestly, waiting for me to destroy those rotten nobles."

Looking at the humans below who had surrendered to fear, a satisfied smile appeared on Diel's face.

He didn't care what those people thought, he just needed them to show submission.

"Huh? Reporter? ”

Sweeping his gaze over the crowd, Dill finally fixed his gaze on a reporter.

Then Dill smirked and looked in the direction of the TV station.

As his gaze changed, four mummies suddenly appeared, running wildly on the walls of high-rise buildings like spiders, and quickly headed towards the TV station.

"Bang!"

With the sound of glass breaking, the floor-to-ceiling windows of the topmost office were directly broken by the mummy.

"You're the boss of the TV station?"

The mummy tilted his head and looked at the middle-aged man with a big waist and a round waist, and his voice seemed to be rubbing against gravel.

The TV station owners are almost scared.

Faced with the mummy that exuded the smell of decay all over his body, the TV station owner was instantly enveloped in fear.

"Ahh

He let out a strange scream, and ran out the door without thinking.

But before he could take a few steps, a large expanse of yellow sand submerged him, constantly spinning, making him feel as if he had fallen into quicksand.

"If you don't want to die, let the reporter in the square broadcast live, and at the same time let all the TVs in Cairo watch it simultaneously."

"Sitting in this position, I think you should be a smart person."

The mummy grabbed him by the neck and pulled him out of the sand, and the smell of decay came to his face.

"Not bad."

"Those who know the times are handsome."

"When I become the new Pharaoh, you will be my favorite."

Diel, who was lifted by the swarm, had a satisfied smile on his face.

It's not the same now.

Before he came to Cairo, he could only shout through a megaphone.

But now that the mummies are scattered, the mummies can be used as their own eyes and mouths, allowing themselves to see far away, and they can also allow the mummies to talk to others instead of themselves.

The TV boss relented, and in the face of the powerful power of the mummy, he chose to give in.

A moment later, the reporters in the crowd were trembling and swept into the air by the swarm.

Having been instructed by the station, he began to point the camera at Diere.

At the same time, Deere could clearly see that he soon appeared on the big screen in the square.

'Are you ready?'

"A new pharaoh has been born, decaying nobles, do you choose to surrender or die?"

"Don't rush to give an answer, I'll go to you personally."

Dill sat on the throne, guarded in mid-air by the scarab swarm, looking at the camera with a sinister smile.

Such a scene appeared in thousands of households in Cairo in an instant.

Subway stations, large screens in squares, private TVs, supermarket TVs...

As long as it is a place that can be controlled by the TV station, all the signals become live signals.

After putting down this cruel sentence, Dill flew towards the tallest building in the city center, under the arch of the swarm.

It was a place where the nobles often gathered, and today is the day of the meeting.

"Bang!"

"Lord Mohammed, Master Diel...... Dill he appeared! “

In the banquet hall, the nobles had just finished their prayers and were exchanging their opinions.

Among them, the most exchanged is about the transcendent that has surfaced today.

"Allah is sovereign, but we have lost the gift of Allah."

"We all have sins and need to find the strength of Allah as soon as possible to clear our sins."

"Start with the artifacts and the descendants of the Prophet."

"Greek mythology... God-King Zeus... Hopefully it will not affect us Egypt. “

"But then again, it seems that Ra, the sun god, really exists."

"This is the territory we have conquered for Allah, and no one can change the sovereignty here."

The aristocrats expressed their opinions.

Being able to control Egypt behind the scenes in today's circles, these nobles are clearly grasshoppers on a rope.

Not only do they share the same beliefs, but they also have deep entanglements of interests.

Under such circumstances, everyone felt unusually united that they must regain the power that Allah had bestowed on mortals.

Of course, there is another point that everyone agrees on.

That is, Egypt is the territory of Allah, and even the resurrection of the gods cannot be changed.

"Humph!"

"Where's that obstacle?"

Looking at the reckless servant, old Muhammad snorted coldly.

But he did not wait for the servant's answer, for his servant was now looking out of the window with a frightened expression.

"Huh?"

Many people subconsciously look towards the floor-to-ceiling windows.

I saw that the original sky was clear, and I don't know when it became gloomy.

If you look closely, it's not the weather that has changed at all, but the sunlight blocked by countless insects.

"My dear grandfather, are you looking for me?"

At the same time as the nobles showed their astonishment, a large number of insects spread out in the middle of the swarm, revealing the figure sitting upright on the throne.

Dill looked at his grandfather with a playful smile on his face.

This is the true supremacy!

In the past, his own dignity was nothing but the charity of this old immortal.

And now?

The self that is high up in the sky relies on his own strength, which belongs to the power of the ancient pharaohs.

Crash!

Looking at the stunned aristocrats, the swarm destroyed the floor-to-ceiling windows for the first time, and countless insects surrounded everyone.

Those rotten mummies killed all the security personnel at the first time.

Such a bloody scene was broadcast live throughout Cairo.

"Then let me introduce these old immortals who control Egypt behind the scenes."

"They're the ones who rule everything."

Dill glanced at the camera and looked at the energy that introduced these old guys to ordinary people, enough to influence the energy of the entire country.

And after the introduction, Dill smiled:

"The age of decay is over, and the next is the age of the pharaohs."

"You... Will you surrender to me? “

Dill propped his chin and looked at everyone with an indifferent expression.

There was a little white hat in a suit in the crowd, and he subconsciously cursed:

"Heresy!"

"Betrayed by Allah's heresy, you should be burned at the stake!"

"If you want me to surrender, it's impossible!"

"My body and mind have long been dedicated to Allah."

Dill glanced at the old man.

He knew the old man, and he had humbly begged him before.

"Since you don't want to surrender, it's better to die."

Dill waved his hand, and the old man was instantly overwhelmed by the swarm.

In the blink of an eye, as the swarm dispersed, only a white skeleton remained in place.

"You're all fine."

"Whoever surrenders will live, and if he does not surrender, he will die immediately."

"I have people available."

"Do you say yes... My dear brother? “

Dill looked at his brother with an undisguised look in his eyes.

Feeling Dir's killing intent, the young man of the Muhammad clan hesitated for a moment and then knelt on the ground:

"Willing to serve Cousin Diel."

"Call me Pharaoh!"

"It's... Venerable Pharaoh. “

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