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Chapter 93 Zhan Lan: Let's call it Wrath of Horus! Anyone have any objections?

The moment the golden soldiers with falcon heads and human bodies joined the battlefield, Ades Bay wavered, wondering if those foreigners who called themselves the Middle-earth Team could really be related to the god Horus.

Inside Cairo, the young monk, through the eyes of the Death Legion he had summoned, took in the entire battle situation outside the yellow sand barrier. Seeing his plan being violently destroyed by the Central Continent Team, he couldn't help but curse, "Damn it! Damn it! Central Continent Team!"

The young monk Shiva Gantang had just uttered a few curses when he noticed the tomb guardians retreating quickly and orderly under the cover of the golden soldiers, and he immediately felt something was wrong.

Meanwhile, Luo Li watched the gravedigger in the magic projection retreat decisively because of her words, and thought to herself, "As expected of me. The idea of ​​setting the familiar's appearance as a falcon-headed human body was brilliant!"

As for whether the person in question would come knocking on her door again, Luo Li secretly glanced at Zhan Horus Lan beside her, but she didn't say anything, which proved that the person in question didn't care either.

After the gravediggers had mostly retreated, Luo Li waved her hand, and a palm-sized magic circle appeared in front of her. Then she said, "Hello, hello, hello~ Sound test, hello, hello, hello~".

Through magic, Luo Li's voice was heard not only by the tomb keeper but also by the Indian team hiding behind the sand barrier. For a moment, they were all wondering what the Central Continent team was up to. Was she trying to persuade them to surrender? But Luo Li's next words shattered the Indian team's illusions.

"Hey hey hey~, friendly reminder, the Wrath of Horus is about to launch. Please close your eyes and open your mouths to avoid being blinded by the bright light. The countdown to the sound wave shattering your eardrums has begun. 302928."

As Luo Li personally counted down, the pyramid suspended in the sky changed. The middle of the pyramid slowly opened, and six golden rings extended out, pointing directly to Cairo, ten kilometers away.

Behind the golden ring, a ball of golden magic was being compressed and shaped, slowly transforming into a magic spear, the tip of which filled the first golden ring.

This is a decisive weapon designed and built by Chu Xuan himself. It was originally named the Super Giant Magic Electromagnetic Cannon Verification Unit 1, but Luo Li wanted to call it the Armstrong Cyclone Acceleration Jet Armstrong Cannon.

However, both names were rejected by Zhan Lan, and in the end, Zhan Lan forcibly named it Horus' Wrath in the name of Horus.

"10987."

As the countdown drew to a close, all six golden rings were activated, and countless currents converted from magic power were confined within the rings, forming six acceleration fields, ready to accelerate the magic spear at the moment of launch.

"Launch! 321!"

At Luo Li's command, a massive sonic boom cloud instantly appeared at the launch port of Horus's Wrath.

Immediately afterward, before the sound of Horus's Wrath could even reach their ears, a flash of light erupted in the distant city of Cairo, and then the world dimmed as an incomparably brilliant sun was born on the ground, as if to annihilate everything.

At this moment, only the Middle Continent team watching the live broadcast inside the Magic Fortress Hamunna Tower, the Indian team in the audience, and Horus, who might be spying, could observe this spectacle.

As for the tomb keepers, who were now completely convinced of Horus's apparition, they had obediently closed their eyes to prevent injury to their large eyes, so they naturally could not see this magnificent sight. However, the aftershocks that followed allowed them to experience the power of Horus's wrath.

When everything finally calmed down, Cairo, which had been shrouded in a barrier of yellow sand, reappeared. The once vast city was now reduced to its core area, which had been transformed into an altar.

At this moment, the entire Indian team, except for the young monk Shiva Ganten, sat slumped on the altar, their faces blank, staring blankly at the distant, floating magical fortress, Hamunaptra. "The Death Legion... my Death Legion is gone, all gone!"

The young monk Shiva Gantian's angry voice was tinged with grievance, and there was even a hint of a sob in it. He looked at Cairo City, which had been almost completely wiped out, along with the Death Legion that he had summoned by sacrificing hundreds of thousands of living people in Cairo City. If the Death Legion hadn't shared the damage with the yellow sand barrier, his Indian team would have been completely wiped out by this attack.

The little monk Shiva Ganten felt extremely resentful when he thought about the price of sacrificing hundreds of thousands of living people. He had paid such a high price that he would inevitably be cast into the evil camp by the main god in future reincarnations, which would indirectly increase the difficulty. As a result, the gap between him and the Central Continent Team grew wider and wider.

Completely broken down, the young monk Shiva Gantian roared to the sky, "This is not fair! The strength of the Central Continent Team is simply no match for our Indian Continent Team!"

But in response, the Central Continent Team magnified the distant scene through magic projection. The members of the Central Continent Team saw the Indian Continent Team on the altar. Although they were surprised that they had survived, they did not intend to show any mercy.

"They managed to survive without any casualties, the Indian team is quite capable. Hmm. To show respect, let's send them on their way with another round!"

With a single sentence, Luo Li arranged the aftermath for the Indian team. Under the piercing gaze of the little monk Shiva Gantian, the magic fortress Hamunaptra began to recharge once more, preparing for launch.

However, this time the launch speed was significantly slower... because the previous launch was pre-charged, and all that was needed was to start the launch procedure and fire it.

Now, this second attack requires recharging magic power, which will naturally be much slower... not to mention that a portion of magic power also needs to be used to maintain firepower suppression against the Death Legion of the Scorpion Emperor Massayus.

But to the young monk Shiva Ganten, this slow behavior was intentional... The Central Continent Team was deliberately humiliating him.

...It's as if it's saying...I gave you a chance, but you were useless...I let you develop for so long...and before I even got a chance to exert my strength, you fell down?
Shiva Ganten, a high-caste monk, couldn't stand this insult and immediately decided to fight the Middle-earth team. He shouted at his werewolf who could teleport, "Arot! Can you teleport us to that building?"

But Arrot, the werewolf whose mind had completely collapsed, did not hear what his captain was saying, and kept muttering, "I am guilty, please forgive me, Lord."

The werewolf Arot's pathetic state only fueled the anger of the little monk Shiva Gantian, who thought to himself, "What kind of teammates does the Central Continent team have? And what kind of teammates am I?"

If it weren't for the fact that Arot's abilities would still be needed later, the little monk Shiva Gantian would have loved to slap Arot to death right now, so that the Central Continent Team could get one less reward.

"Slap!!!" The little monk Shiva Ganten's palm made intimate contact with Arot's face, and the slap sent Arot flying.

The werewolf Arot regained his senses. He covered his swollen right cheek, spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth, and looked at Shiva Ganten.

"Captain, what are you doing?!"

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