Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 245 Sha Yuan charges in, starting the war against Hu Fu!
Morning light streamed into the suite of the Victoria Hotel through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Heidi was standing by the window with a coffee cup in her hand, while Zhao Manyan and Mo Fan were enjoying breakfast at the dining table.

When Wang Feng led Apas through the door, all three of them turned their eyes to him.

"Wow! Captain, where did you bring this amazing little girl back from?" Zhao Manyan's eyes lit up, and the fork in his hand clattered into the plate.

He wiped his mouth dramatically, exclaiming, "Looks like that, charisma like that!"

A dangerous golden glint flashed in Apas's eyes, and a playful smile curved her lips. Just as she was about to speak, Wang Feng's telepathic message suddenly reached her ears:
(If you dare to say anything reckless, I'll show you what regret is tonight!)
Apas's expression froze instantly. She pouted, looking aggrieved, and swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

“Her name is Apas.” Wang Feng naturally stepped between the two. “I rescued her at the Temple of Sunset last night.”

He smoothly fabricated a story: a girl chosen as a sacrifice, whose rebellious parents were brutally murdered, and her tragic experience of escaping alone in the temple.

When he got to the crucial point, he even glanced at Apas.

(Cooperation point.)
Apas lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting shadows on her face.

She never expected Wang Feng to assign her such a role—not a slave, not a spoil of war, but a victim deserving of sympathy.

"That's too much!" Heidi rushed over, her eyes red, and pulled Apas into her arms. "From now on, I'm your sister!"

Suddenly enveloped in a soft embrace, Apas stiffened.

She subconsciously looked at Wang Feng, only to see him looking at her with a half-smile, mouthing:
(Call her "older sister".)
“...Sister, older sister,” Apas forced out the word.

"Wow, Lao Wang, you've picked up such a cute little sister on your trip out of town," Mo Fan joked with a grin.

Wang Feng gave him a cold look: "I've almost finished my business. Get ready, we'll depart in three days."

Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan's expressions changed immediately upon hearing this.

"Captain, we're only at the high-level cultivation level. Aren't we just going to our deaths?" Zhao Manyan said with a bitter face.

“Not necessarily.” Wang Feng’s gaze was deep. “I need you to infiltrate the pyramid and open the gates to the underworld for me.”

He does have the ability to directly connect to the Egyptian underworld, but to wage war, he must launch an attack in the mortal world, just like when Khufu's army invaded the northern frontier.

But this was extremely disadvantageous to him—Egypt was Khufu's home ground, and only the Great Pyramid of Giza participated in the last battle; the other pyramids remained inactive.

If war were to break out in the present world, and Khufu remained holed up and refused to come out, Khufu would be completely helpless.

The best plan is for him to attract Khufu's attention from the outside, allowing Mo Fan and the others to infiltrate the pyramid, find Khufu's palace, and open the Gate of Evil, thus directly connecting the Egyptian underworld with the Chinese underworld and destroying Khufu's lair in one fell swoop!

When Apas, who was in Heidi's arms, heard Wang Feng's words, her eyes widened in surprise.

Although she was still young, as the third daughter of Queen Medusa and the master of the Temple of the Setting Sun, she was well aware of Khufu's strength.

And her master actually wants to wage war against Khufu, which is no different from a lamb entering a tiger's den!
……

three days later
Wang Feng completed a "friendly negotiation" with the Cairo military leader and successfully gained the military's support.

Meanwhile, the team welcomed a pyramid expert – Shreve.

Mo Fan wasn't idle either; he managed to pull Mu Bai and Zhang Xiaohou into the team.

Ultimately, the members who infiltrated the Great Pyramid of Giza and were tasked with opening the gates to the underworld were determined to be:
Mo Fan, Zhao Manyan, Mu Bai, Zhang Xiaohou, Shreve, and Heidi—a team of six, plus a female ghost, Jiuyouhou, lurking in the shadows.

"Your Majesty, please entrust the matter of opening the gates to the Underworld to me with peace of mind." The Nine Netherworld Queen arrived gracefully, her cold voice echoing in the air.

Mo Fan's face stiffened: "Since there is the Queen of the Nine Netherworlds, why do we still need to risk entering the pyramid?" Wang Feng's expression was indifferent: "The Queen of the Nine Netherworlds cannot easily take action. If you encounter obstacles, you can only solve them on your own." He paused, his tone leaving no room for doubt, "Once I start the war, you can take advantage of the chaos to sneak into the pyramid."

Before he finished speaking, he had already turned and left, giving Mo Fan and the others no chance to argue.

However, just as Jiuyou was about to disappear into the darkness, Wang Feng's voice came again, deep and solemn: "Protect Heidi for me. Even if the mission fails, she must not be harmed."

Jiuyou smiled slightly and replied telepathically, "Your Majesty, please rest assured, Jiuyou will certainly protect the Queen Consort."

...

Wang Feng stood in mid-air, his black robe fluttering in the wind, surrounded by a suffocating aura of death.

The Egyptian spirits wandering around the Great Pyramid of Giza seemed to sense something, and they all looked up, their empty eye sockets glowing with eerie green flames, emitting a cacophony of roars.

The sound was like a thousand rusty blades rubbing together, sending chills down one's spine.

Wang Feng slowly raised his right hand, and a dark red magic star palace suddenly appeared behind him.

The star palace was outlined by countless blood-red stars, each star seemingly dripping with viscous blood, emitting a nauseatingly sweet and pungent odor.

"Sha Yuan has arrived!"

As his cold voice fell, dark red starlight swept across the entire Great Pyramid of Giza like waves of blood.

Suddenly, the sky cracked with a sharp "crack," as if a huge black hole had been torn open.

The void continued to expand and twist, eventually transforming into a chaotic vortex that frantically churned the surrounding space.

Ominous crimson lightning flickered at the edge of the vortex, swallowing up even the light in its wake. "Whoosh—"

Suddenly, the wailing of ghosts and the howling of corpses erupted! The screams of hundreds of thousands of evil spirits poured out from the vortex, their cries containing the most extreme despair and resentment in the world.

Each sound wave was like a barbed hook, piercing the eardrums of a living person.

Deep within the vortex, countless skeletal arms could be vaguely seen clawing frantically, as if the undead from the deepest depths of hell were scrambling to climb out.
The Great Pyramid of Giza suddenly trembled violently, and strange dark red patterns appeared on the surface of the entire structure.

These lines spread across the surface of the pyramid like blood vessels, eventually converging into a towering, dark red glow that dyed the sky for miles around blood-red.

"It's you!"

A furious roar echoed from the depths of the pyramid, a sound that seemed to come from the deepest hell, accompanied by a piercing metallic scraping echo.

Wang Feng stood in the void, his figure appearing exceptionally cold under the dark red glow of the underworld.

He slowly raised his right hand, a cold smile curving his lips: "Khufu, China is a land of etiquette, where reciprocity is paramount. Since you have 'visited' China with your army of the undead, today..."

Suddenly, a ghostly blue light burst forth from the vortex of the Abyss, creating a stark contrast with the dark red glow of the pyramid.

Two completely different energies collided violently in the air, and dazzling purple-black lightning burst forth where the dark blue and dark red intertwined.

"I then led my soldiers to properly 'return the favor'."

Wang Feng's voice suddenly turned cold, and as the last word fell, the Sha Yuan vortex suddenly expanded several times, and countless undead wrapped in ghostly blue flames surged out like a tide.

(End of this chapter)