The orange light warmly illuminated the office, the air conditioner was blowing hot air out, although the temperature in the room was already very high, but Hodgson only felt a cold hand and feet, his throat squirmed hard, and he spit out.

"Did I talk to Professor Pasenkin for an hour?"

The secretary's heart was cold, and he said with the same difficulty, "No, only half an hour has passed since Professor Pasenkin spoke to you...... ”

Rao is Hodgson has experienced all kinds of big events during this time, and when he heard this, he was also so frightened that he sweated on his forehead at the moment.

The base in Djibouti had been destroyed an hour earlier, but Professor Pasenkin had spoken to him on the phone for half an hour that Florence had performed spells at the base.

Is Professor Pasenkin lying? Or is the Professor Pasenkin he was talking to just a dead man?

Thinking of the resurrection of the dead recorded in the "Seven Secret Texts of the Earth", Hodgson's mouth opened slightly, "Cut off all ties with the country of Djibouti and withdraw our people...... No, don't withdraw to your homeland, withdraw to another country first, and then withdraw to your homeland when you are sure that there is no problem. ”

"Yes. "The secretary is also scared at the moment, there is no doubt that Professor Pasenkin has a problem, if it is just to contact the Black Palace, it can be explained that he left the base when the base was destroyed and escaped, but he said on the phone, 'Florence showed a spell in the base'.

Was he controlled by Florence or was he polluted by the power of the Cthulhu god and turned mad into a monster? Will he bring the pollution back to the mainland? Will he let disaster befall the mainland?

In an instant, the secretary's mind came up with all kinds of disasters caused by the president's mentally retarded operation in Hollywood movies, and in those movies, the president's brain circuit was never normal, either the Virgin Mary or the mentally retarded, and the disaster that could have been avoided was made irreparable by the slapstick operation.

"Fortunately, this is reality, not a Hollywood movie, and the president in front of me is not a mentally retarded president, otherwise I would really have to consider resigning. ”

The secretary thought to himself, turned around and went down to prepare for the retreat.

Just when the country was preparing to save itself, Egyptian Miro was holding a grand sacrifice.

Tens of millions of Egyptians dressed in linen robes and papyrus sandals, shaved heads, wearing ancient wigs and scented perfumes, the scent of water lilies, roses, and jasmine condensed in the air of Miró.

The reason why this celebration was placed here is not because it is the political and economic center of Egypt, but because it is the 'land of the gods'.

Miró, also known as Heriopolis during the ancient Egyptian period, was the capital of the Thirteen Nomes of Lower Egypt, the birthplace of the belief in the god Ra, and the center of sun god worship.

Although for various historical reasons, the inhabitants of this area did not worship the god Ra before, but worshipped foreign gods, so that the name Heriopolis gradually faded into oblivion.

But with the advent of the Egyptian gods and the protection of the Egyptians from the disaster, the Egyptians have regained their faith in the god Ra, so when choosing a place to worship the god Ra, they immediately thought of ancient Heliopolis and the city of Miró, which was and is protected by the god Ra.

On the street, the crowds surged, and the torrent formed by the convergence flowed slowly like the Miro River outside the city of Milo, sacred, solemn and solemn.

The soldiers in dark green special operations uniforms carried guns and looked into the distance with a reverent expression, if these soldiers had been in the past, they would have been like great enemies, after all, if someone dropped a bomb at such a grand celebration, it would be a lot of fun.

But at this moment they did not have the slightest vigilance, because the gods would appear at the celebration.

Gods, not mortals, nothing can be hidden from God, as long as those black hands hiding in the shadows are normal, they will not want to use their lives to verify whether God can find themselves hiding behind the scenes.

And without the support and provocation of these behind-the-scenes masterminds, how could those who wanted to wreak havoc hide from them, the regular army, who were put in prison during the first round of security checks.

When the sun rose, Catherine, dressed in a full costume of black and heavy all-inclusive eyeliner and black and blue exaggerated eyeshadow, surrounded by Egyptian priests, sat in the small gold boat that the ancient Egyptian pharaohs rode in when they traveled, pushed away the golden gravel, and slowly sailed into Miró.

Seeing her arrival, the city was thunderous for a while, and the whole Miro was in an uproar.

Countless people welcomed Catherine with the warmest of enthusiasm with the most warm enthusiasm of the goddess Sekhmet, reciting the scriptures that had been baked in the last month, and holding in their hands a drink mixed with pomegranate juice.

As the reincarnation of Sekhmet, the only surviving deity in this world, and the goddess feared by countless nations, the Egyptian people believed in Catherine in the hearts of no less than any other god except Ra.

If it weren't for the Egyptian sacrifices that stopped and told people that the names of the gods should not be shouted indiscriminately, and that shouting the names of the gods was disrespectful to his gods, and that they violated other gods and would have attracted divine punishment, the people would have to install the patron saint of Egypt on Catherine's title.

On the golden ship, Catherine, who saw this kind of big scene for the first time, seemed a little at a loss, although she gradually accepted her identity as the reincarnation of Sekhmet, but it was the first time that so many people looked at her with admiration, so she took several breaths before remembering the speeches sent by the priests, and said majestically: "...... Children of the Egyptian gods, I am the lioness god, the goddess of war, and the goddess of healing, Sekhmet. ”

The Egyptians around them held their breath as Catherine spoke, listening intently to the oracle of the goddess.

Miro, it's quiet.

But at this moment, a tall and mighty male lion with a golden mane strutted through the crowd and walked over.

"Lion?"

"How can there be lions here?"

"Could it be that this lion is dedicated to Lord Sehemet, but how can it not be safe?"

Seeing the appearance of the lion, the crowd talked a lot, because Sehemet is the relationship between the lioness god, and the ancient Egyptians would sacrifice the tamed lion to her when they sacrificed to her, so the people present subconsciously thought that this lion was prepared by the priests of the temple in advance.

Therefore, some of the more daring people reached out to touch the lion's golden mane.

But the next moment, thunder broke out on the flat ground, and several lightning bolts suddenly fell from the clear sky, hitting those who stretched out their hands with unmistakable accuracy.

The electric light scurried around them, crispy and numb, and the wigs on their heads stood up one by one, pointing to the sky, and wisps of green smoke came out of their mouths and hair.

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