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Chapter 620 The Priests Go to War, Leaving Not a Blade of Grass Alive

"What?!!"

In the presidential palace in New Cairo,

The president, dressed in ancient Egyptian aristocratic attire, suddenly stood up.

"Priest Amir, what you just said..."

"Mr. President, Lord Imhotep is prepared to sacrifice 300,000 people to announce Egypt's return."

"So I'm here to inform you, please be prepared."

thud,

His vision went black, and he slumped into the stone chair behind him. The widely respected Egyptian president gritted his teeth to keep from fainting.

Three hundred thousand?
That's 300,000 people!!

Although Egypt is also implementing a 'fewer births, better upbringing' policy aimed at controlling its overpopulation: Egypt's population has exceeded 100 million, all concentrated in the Nile Delta and its surrounding areas, making it extremely crowded.

But that doesn't mean we can just casually come up with 300,000 people.

These aren't cattle or sheep, they're living, breathing people!
"This is a massacre!!!"

The Egyptian president, who was born into a commoner family and rose through the ranks of the military to achieve a 97% approval rating, can be said to be truly dedicated to the country.

He would never do that—

"Mr. President, you may have misunderstood."

Amir, dressed in a black priest's robe, showed no discomfort at the glaring security guards, after all, no, Lord Imhotep's target was not Egypt.

"Lord Imhotep does not intend to sacrifice the people of Egypt."

As he spoke, the young man stepped forward and gently tapped a spot on the globe in the presidential office with his finger.

"Aren't there plenty of people here?"

?

The president looked closely and was completely stunned.

this is not.
The Egyptian president looked up at Amir, his expression complex.

"Your Excellency Amir, is this your choice?"

"No, this is Lord Imhotep's decision."

Amir immediately denied it, stating that the real decision was made by High Priest Imhotep, without a doubt.

"Of course, I also offered some suggestions."

After speaking, the boy looked seriously into the eyes of the president in front of him.

"Mr. President, do you want me to withdraw this suggestion?"

"No,"

It's not hard to choose whether to let people from other countries die or let people from your own country die.

Just like before, Egypt can take in refugees like Amir; but how can they ensure their food supply when food is scarce?

Sorry, the president isn't that 'selfless'; he's the president of Egypt, not the Middle East.

In that case——

"Please report to the High Priest, I will immediately dispatch the army."

“No need, Mr. President.”

Amir raised his hand to stop the decisive president. Since it was the high priest who made the move, why would he need the help of these 'weak' troops?

Indeed, after reviewing Amir's memories, Imhotep's assessment of the current army was 'weak'.

They relied on armored vehicles and warships for protection and exchanged explosives.
It looks just like a worm!
"One High Priest is enough."

No, there's another person: that's Amir as the body.

"correct,"

After informing the president, Amir stopped in his tracks as he turned to leave.

"Please inform them of this, Mr. President; the High Priest's exact words were: 'Tell them to prepare for their deaths.'"

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"Fight, fight!"

Qiong put down her phone and waved in You's direction: a mirror that had been floating on the desk flew in front of her.

However, after operating for a while, the impatient Sora came over with a mirror and shoved it into Yu's hand.

"In Egypt, right?"

Yu swept one hand across the mirror, and the image moved rapidly, as if searching for something.

In fact, Yu could have located 'Imhotep' in a second, but the proper sense of ceremony was still necessary, and it was still early before the battle: although the whole world was already in an uproar!
Extraordinary declaration of war!

Indeed, an extraordinary person appeared in Egypt.

And he was a high priest from thousands of years ago:

Meanwhile, the returning high priest is preparing to announce the return of the ancient Egyptian pantheon with 300,000 people!

They are now heading towards Jordan, their destination self-evident. — This series of explosive news has shocked the world.

The reason is simple: Egypt is surrounded by desert, and neither Libya nor Sudan are poor, remote, or weak—making them unsuitable targets for establishing authority.

Only a certain expanding Middle Eastern tyrant has gradually devoured the Gaza Strip, directly bordering Egypt.

At the same time, considering the grudges surrounding Exodus, who else should we attack if not him?
"Hmm, let me look for it~~"

"There is."

After pretending to 'search' for a while, a figure 'flying' through the yellow sand appeared in the mirror in front of Yu.

It was a young boy dressed in the black robes of an ancient Egyptian priest, arms crossed, with an arrogant expression.

The yellow sand surged like ocean waves beneath his feet.

He was carried as they sped through North Sinai, Egypt.

This province covers an area of ​​nearly 30,000 square kilometers, which is by no means small, but its population is only 300,000. Most of the area is covered with yellow sand: further east lies a small tyrant that is constantly expanding.

"This high priest looks very young,"

Qiongmei sat on You's lap, glanced at it, and then confirmed:

"Some kind of possession state?"

It's very simple; as a physical being, the boy is only at the wolf level.
However, within him was a soul fluctuation no weaker than that of a dragon: without a doubt, this was the true 'High Priest' Imhotep. "The Middle Eastern Little Tyrant is finished."

Even a Dragon-level being, even one that cannot unleash its full power, is enough to crush that area.

On this planet, only island nations, America, and England can withstand it.

and so--

"Request assistance! Immediately request assistance from America!"

Such a "cool" way of traveling was quickly captured by military satellites and high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft.

Egypt has already announced the departure of their 'High Priest,' implying that they can't do anything about him and are even looked down upon as 'auxiliary troops.' Other countries should go and demonstrate their abilities before the High Priest.

The Middle Eastern power targeted by the US is naturally in a state of panic, constantly requesting aid from the US while simultaneously ramping up its military operations.

However, throughout history, there have been many who add flowers to brocade, but few who offer charcoal in the snow.

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Middle Eastern Little Tyrant
In the city that is known as the 'Holy City'
"Prime Minister, America refuses to send troops!"

The reasons given were political differences between the two parties and the need to resist the Burning Legion.

Bang! ! !
The phone was snatched from my hand.

It slammed hard onto the ground, shattering into countless fragments that slashed and drew bloody lines across the secretary's face.

“Shit!!”

The furious prime minister's face was contorted with rage.

"How dare they, how dare they—"

However, he himself couldn't continue answering such questions.

Are Americas really their dogs? Of course not!

To reiterate, unless this Middle Eastern tyrant possesses 'mind control,' why should the mighty United States obey him? Do they really think the Onsa people are all fools?
In fact, the United States and the Middle Eastern power have had disagreements over the past few decades: the Middle Eastern power even had military cooperation with Persia; the relationship between countries is inherently based on cold interests.

America is a master of flattery that ultimately destroys: behind the term "Black Lives Matter" lies the daily deaths of countless African Americans. They deliberately condone free shopping for African Americans and their "political correctness," then, when needed, point to their corpses and say: "See, it's not that we don't treat them well, it's just that they are inherently inferior."

The same applies to dealing with the Middle Eastern bullies.
They seem to receive various "preferential treatments" in normal times, but in reality, the higher-ups are all impeccably loyal and politically connected individuals.

Anyone from any ethnic group serving in the American government must swear an oath of allegiance to the American government with their hand on the Bible: this emphasizes that loyalty transcends race!

If this continues unchecked, the American people will naturally grow increasingly disgusted with this ethnic group: "San Dezi slaughtered your ancestors, so go find San Dezi."

We Americans owe you nothing! Military aid, international votes, legal reforms—when this discontent reaches its breaking point, and the country is no longer needed to check the Middle East, that will be the day of its demise.

To put it bluntly, he was nothing more than a pawn.

To truly control America, one would need something as extraordinary as 'mind control'.

"Damn it! Have we been abandoned?"

With a heavy punch to the control panel, the Prime Minister of the Middle Eastern powerhouse was filled with impotent rage mixed with a hint of despair.

If it weren't for the American intervention, they would have been driven into the sea by the Arab coalition long ago.

For so many years, we've survived by calling in carrier strike groups.

America needs to control and influence the Middle East to consolidate its oil hegemony: America is the world's largest oil exporter!

Although it's often joked that American soldiers "steal oil for their country," the truth is that as long as they disrupt their competitors, American oil can sell well all over the world.

But times have changed; now it's an extraordinary era.

oil?

It's not even a hair's breadth of extraordinary power!

Under such circumstances, how could America possibly send anyone to help?

Even members of a certain ethnic group within America have distanced themselves from the issue: "We are American, what does race matter? Bringing this up is surely discrimination!"
"Since they're unwilling to help, we'll do it ourselves!"

Gritting his teeth, the Middle Eastern tyrant's prime minister gave the order.

"Launch the Jericho III ballistic missile and show that arrogant guy our power!"

"Your Excellency, how many missiles will be launched?"

A general asked a question, and the answer he received surprised everyone.

"all!"

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"Ok?"

The boy speeding across the desert looked up, his gaze fixed on the clouds above.

The next second, a beam of light, like divine punishment, fell upon the speeding youth: the sky-blue six-pointed star pattern on the metal object was reflected in his pupils.

boom--------

A beam of white light, countless times brighter than thunder, instantly covered the entire desert.

A flash of light appeared, the air jolted violently, and wave-like shockwaves surged outwards in all directions! Then, the blinding light grew brighter and brighter, like the sun in the sky suddenly falling onto this land, its heat radiation capable of melting everything spreading out wantonly.

A giant mushroom cloud rose into the sky over North Sinai, Egypt!
The mushroom cloud continued to rise, growing larger and larger, instantly melting the yellow sand at the explosion's core; the shockwave, like thousands of monsters, roared and surged in all directions, stomping the earth and shaking the sky with unparalleled brutality!

Nuclear bomb!

It is almost universally acknowledged that the Middle Eastern superpower is the only country that has not signed the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty and that it possesses nuclear weapons.

Now, facing this 'high priest' who has returned from ancient Egypt, they have brazenly used this trump card.

"Is this light the power of Ra?"

However, at the epicenter of the explosion, a massive pyramid bulged out, forcefully tearing apart the mushroom cloud of the explosion!
"Taking advantage of Ra's weakness, to probe His power?"

The massive pyramid opened layer by layer, revealing a 'young' high priest with his arms crossed.

"The mortals of this era are not entirely without merit."

As he spoke, he looked up at the 'light' constantly falling from the sky and smiled freely.

"A mere firefly's light,"

How dare they rival the brilliance of the divine sun?
The next moment, the massive pyramid roared forward, allowing ballistic missiles carrying nuclear warheads to fall one after another.

"Consider this a salute to welcome my arrival, descendants of slaves—"

Wash your neck!

Your master has returned!

(End of this chapter)