For Chen Ang, the biggest benefit of the nine-team battle was that it could prolong the time of the mission in the plot world. Originally, the time between the release of Imoden and the seal was only a month, but now that Chen Ang had intervened, it had become a nine-team battle. If he took it easy, he could at least drag it out for half a year, and he could also provide abundant support.
The plot world was 1920, and the conditions of scientific research were very bad. If there were no Samsara travelers to supplement Chen Ang's scientific research and supply resources, the starting work would be at least several times slower.
But now there were eight small teams, dozens of Samsara travelers carrying support, props, and even themselves. With such high-quality resources, the situation suddenly turned around.
Chen Ang faced the direction of the rising sun in the east and revealed a mysterious smile.
At the same time, a ship sailing from London to Cairo had just passed through the Suez Canal. On the ship was an inspection team sent by the British and French Suez International Shipping Company. It included six accounting and finance personnel, 28 management personnel, and a large team of more than 50 people. Together with them was a garrison from England, ready to take over with the garrison at the Suez Canal.
A young man wearing a top hat and holding a gentleman's cane stood at the bow of the ship, smiling against the wind. Behind him, a few men and women dressed in strange clothes looked in the direction he was looking at with fear.
On a passenger ship dozens of miles behind them, Britain's famous scholar Haftz and a white man sat facing each other. In the first-class cabin of this passenger ship, a few tall figures stood quietly outside their guest room. A group of priests and guards wearing Egyptian robes and a group of Samsara travelers with the same fierce aura were quietly facing each other.
A second mate of the ship saw the tense atmosphere between these people and recklessly came up with two sailors and scolded, "What are you doing? I'm warning you, don't make trouble on the ship … "
Before he could finish his words, he saw a tall, thin, and ugly man suddenly reach behind him. His bony right hand suddenly expanded and pierced into the second mate's chest. A Samsara traveler beside him shook his wrists and two shurikens nailed into the throats of the two sailors. The ugly man pulled out his hands and stuck out his slender tongue to lick the blood on his fingertips. He had a sinister smile on his face.
In the port of Cairo, the wharf was in a panic because the water of the Nile River suddenly turned red. Among the noisy people, a swordsman wearing a robe on the outside and a Northern Song warrior suit on the inside looked back at some Egyptians dressed in black on the wharf. His eyes stopped for a moment on the Eye of Horus runes hidden in the wharf. Suddenly, he took several Samsara travelers behind him and left.
In an Egyptian tribe near Cairo, a group of mysterious people wearing Arab robes were discussing something with the tribal chief in Arabic. Suddenly, their leader, a bearded man, looked up at the sky and stared thoughtfully at the blood-red morning glow. He was silent for a moment.
In the Guardian tribe, Chief Eddie Adebe looked at these mysterious people who had suddenly appeared in his tribe in astonishment. He lay back and leaned against the back of his chair, saying, "Then why have you come to find me?"
"Imoden has been released. We know that someone is playing tricks. Like you, we are also people who secretly protect the world. I know that you are the descendants of the Pharaoh's guards who were stationed here to protect the city of the dead and its secrets three thousand years ago. And we belong to a secret organization that protects humans and prevents evil from invading civilization. "
"Now the water of the Nile has turned red. We all know what Cairo will face after Imoden is released. So I beg you … to join forces with us and bury Imoden and the people who released him in hell! "A bald man sitting opposite Eddie said sincerely to him.
Eddie's expression was uncertain. He fell into a long silence and finally stood up. Looking at the tribal warriors outside the tent, his tattooed cheeks trembled twice before he said, "You don't know, but Imoden is nothing. He was one of the four failures before he was buried. After his rebirth, how successful can he be? The Eye of Horus has the confidence to release him, so we have the confidence to deal with him! "
He turned back and said, "You should cooperate with the Eye of Horus!"
The bald Reincarnator's expression was solemn. He exchanged glances with his companions and raised his head to ask, "What kind of organization is the Eye of Horus?"
"The Eye of Horus. Although they claim to be an organization for the restoration of Egypt, their true ambitions do not seem to be limited to this. In this land, they are everywhere, either hidden in the darkness or hiding among the mortals, but their eyes are fixed on this land like a god …" Eddie sighed deeply.
He turned his head and saw that it was the Reincarnators. He said, "If you want to come into contact with them, go to Cairo! There is no need to search. You will naturally enter their line of sight. If they want to see you, they will naturally appear in front of you. "
Under the obelisk of the City of the Dead, Chen Ang called out to his teammates from the Nine States Team. "The 'influence' we have accumulated in this world has already reached the limit that the Creator can tolerate. When it was released, it has probably already given those Reincarnation teams a suitable entry point and identity, allowing them to immediately collude with the local forces and weaken the 'influence' we have.
"Cairo and the Guardian tribe have sent news that mysterious people who are suspected to be Reincarnators have appeared. In that case, the British Suez Company and the priest of Imoden, Haftz, should also have people there. Similarly, there are probably people not far from the City of the Dead where we are!
"Then let's go over now and greet them! We will also announce our existence to these eight Reincarnation teams that have just arrived! " Chen Ang looked at a small black dot that seemed to be an eagle in the sky and said softly, "Look, they are coming!"
With that, Chen Ang pointed his index finger in the direction of the small black dot. Zhang Ziqiang and the others only saw a light shadow that distorted the air at the tip of his finger. An indescribable wave shot out in the direction of the finger. Everyone only felt that this spiritual wave had helped them lock onto the distant target.
Hong Fan immediately understood what he meant. A trace of blood energy shot out along the invisible lock. The mighty eagle did not even have time to wail in the air before it exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
The blood energy absorbed all the memories in the eagle's blood. After Hong Fan absorbed the much stronger blood energy back into his body, he closed his eyes and digested these complicated memories. He immediately located the location of the Reincarnation team.
In a stone wall more than ten miles away from Hamunatha, a long-haired woman suddenly bent over in pain. Traces of blood seeped out of her facial features. She pushed away her companion's hand and said in pain, "My contracted Swift Eagle was killed. I'm not sure how they did it, but they are at least two kilometers away. They are in Hamunatha. The Swift Eagle saw a large camp. "
"So the other party may have the strength to fight Imoden head-on. At least they have driven Imoden out of Hamunatha. They can also gather a large group of people to develop Hamunatha under the threat of the Mausoleum Guardians."
"Not necessarily!" A Germanic man with brown hair and blue eyes opened his eyes. He shook his head and said, "The newly awakened Imoden has a lot of weaknesses. For example, he is afraid of cats, and he has more occult methods to threaten or even control him. If these people have taken advantage of him, then they may not be strong."
"If they're strong enough, they can easily control Imhotep. So this deduction is a bit arbitrary, but it is very likely that the Golden Sun Scripture is in their hands. "
Sensing the commotion among his teammates, the Germanic man said in a low voice, "But the Golden Sun Scripture is not that easy to use. The Lord God will definitely set a limit on the power of the two scriptures. So, although the two scriptures are very important, you don't have to be afraid. They are more reflected in the influence they have on the plot characters."
A tall man with sunglasses said, "Even if the two scriptures can only affect the plot characters, we can't let them fall into the hands of others. We are the closest to the Nine States team that has the two scriptures. This is our chance. We have to get the Dark Spirit Scripture and the Golden Sun Scripture back no matter what!"
"That's right! After that team battle, the Nine States team has become a third-rate team. Before their strength was damaged, they were no match for us. Even if they have a breakthrough in this plot world, their strength can't be improved overnight. We can definitely defeat them head-on. "
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