When the morning sun of a new day shone on Cairo, Chen Ang appeared on the streets of Cairo with the Blood Clan guards. Yesterday, Imoden's burning of the city did not have a serious impact on Cairo. Even the port area, which was the hardest hit, had been put out with the help of Horus' Eye, and peace was restored. Although there were still traces of disaster left in the city by the meteors and hailstones, Cairo had restored order.
Chen Ang had finally succeeded in dragging out the mission in this world. Before Imoden died, they could all stay in this world. Of course, Imoden's strength was rising every moment, but this was Chen Ang's goal.
He needed a chess piece to destroy the current world order and create chaos that affected the whole world.
In Chen Ang's plan for the Undead Empires in the East and the West, Imoden currently did not have enough strength to challenge the western powers, so Chen Ang had to give him more. On the one hand, the Egyptian gods supported Imoden, and on the other hand, he had to let Imoden understand the horror of modern technology. Chen Ang did not think that a group of undead with cold weapons could threaten the British and French imperialists.
The runic power that Imoden mastered definitely had the potential to create an unprecedented magic civilization. Chen Ang was still counting on him to lead the Death Army, drive the magic mobile armor, and engineer mechanical troops to attack London, and turn Great Britain into a country of undead.
"It's a pity that there are no teams among the Reincarnators that strengthen the magic system related to World of Warcraft. Otherwise, I would want to forge Frostmourne again and send Imoden to the Throne of Ice!" Chen Ang said to Zhang Ziqiang with a smile.
"Again?" Zhang Ziqiang was stunned. "Are you saying that you've forged once before?"
Chen Ang smiled and did not answer. They had arrived in front of the largest temple of the Saint Truth in Cairo. When the warriors of the Saint Truth in front of the temple saw Chen Ang and a large group of black-clothed guards wearing the symbol of the Eye of Horus, they suddenly became nervous. They pressed their hands on their machetes. At this time, it was the morning ritual of the Saint Truth, one of the five services of the Saint Truth. The temple was full of believers of the Saint Truth.
Those believers were devoutly looking in the direction of Mecca in the east, with their buttocks in the air and their heads bowed. Chen Ang barged into the temple directly. The two warriors guarding the door looked at the solemn and capable black-clothed vampire behind him and didn't dare to stop him.
Chen Ang's boots made contact with the marble slabs in the temple, producing a crisp sound. The worshippers raised their heads, wanting to see who was so bold as to disturb the worship of the Sacred God! Wasn't he afraid that Allah would punish him or that the priests would self-destruct?
Chen Ang stood in the direction where they were kowtowing and looked down at the believers who were kneeling in front of him.
The worshippers on the ground were in a commotion. Chen Ang said to them in Arabic, "No one is allowed to stand up. As the local lord, the holy sultan, your master and ruler, I have something to say to you!"
A priest in a white robe who was leading the worship stood up angrily and shouted, "The infidel is not worthy of being our lord! Without our recognition, the Sultan of Egypt will not be recognized by the Islamic law. It is illegal! "
Chen Ang did not say a word. He pointed at him and said, "Him!" Then he pointed at the people who stood up with the priest and said, "Him, him, and him. Don't let any of these people who stand up go." The Blood Clan beside him did not hold a gun. Instead, they raised their bows and aimed. The arrows of the Blood Clan were as accurate as sniper rifles.
Very soon, the iron arrowhead of a rough wooden longsword pierced through the chest of the priest, sending his body flying backward. He fell onto the mat in the crowd. The sound of the bowstring sounded without any delay. It was as orderly as the strings of a musical instrument. The dull sound of the bowstring bouncing sounded in the air. It was like an overture, accompanied by the sound of the arrow entering the human body and the moans and screams of the worshippers on the ground. It was a sad song for the followers of the Gospel of Truth.
In the eyes of Chen Ang, their lives had no value at all. Even if they were used as magic materials, they would depreciate due to the great purge that would inevitably be carried out next. There would no longer be a lack of human test subjects in the land of Egypt. Human lives would also become the cheapest thing in Chen Ang's hands. They would become the Blood Clan coming off the production line and become cheap consumables in magic experiments and scientific research.
"Worship five times a day, one and a half hours each time!" Chen Ang waved his finger in front of the followers of the Gospel of Truth and said, "Ghosts have time to wait for you! Other than scriptures and dogma in your heads, you want this and that. You don't eat this and that, you don't coexist with the people of this race, and you grimace at the slightest thing. Did I hire you to work?
"Even the undead are more adapted to industrialization than you!
"I came to Egypt to start a business to bring you happiness. Why don't you understand? Isn't being a worker happier than being a slave? I created a miracle in the history of human industry. Within three years, I turned Egypt into an industrialized country. Can't you maintain your dedication? Dedicate your life, dignity, soul, and so on. Anything that I think is valuable?
"The reason why I kept you here is because you are humans and have brains. You can do some work that the undead and machines can't do. But how did you repay me? Worship five times a day, delaying the progress of the assembly line, refusing to study, refusing to even use toilet paper. When I let the women come out to work, you rape them and strangle them to death.
"You are a group of industrial maggots that are not even comparable to the undead. If this goes on, my only choice is to turn all of you into undead!
"Do you really think that we capitalists are vegetarians? Let me tell you, I am a capitalist with knives and guns. I am a slave supervisor who talks with whips and chains. We do not accept that kind of low efficiency. But if you are really not willing to be laborers, then all of you can be industrial raw materials. I will use your souls as fuel and your flesh and blood as materials to create mummies, skeletons, golems, and puppets! "
Looking at the Blood Clan members in black dragging away the corpses in front of them, Chen Ang sneered and said, "I have had enough of you!"
Chen Ang told Yinglong, who was next to him, "Get ready to start the purge! Consume all the people in this country who are not suitable for industrialization. We need to quickly make Egypt a civilized country, quickly expand the population of the Blood Clan, and strengthen our control ability. At present, we can only control a few cities in Egypt. In the local areas, the tribal elders and chiefs have been unwilling to cooperate with our one-year development plan. "
"In that case, don't keep them. To build a strong and powerful grassroots organization, don't worry about consuming the population. Aren't there many black countries and white immigrants nearby? Once Egypt is cleaned up, go there and plunder the population. "
Yinglong replied, "Imoden seems to have left Egypt recently. According to the satellite, there are signs of large-scale massacres and blood sacrifices in the nearby black tribes … Should we go and stop him?"
Chen Ang thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "There's no need. Let's do our job first and clean up Egypt. Imoden knows that using blood sacrifices to revive his army is not the most important thing. He knows that if he doesn't kill the Great Emperor Magic Scorpion, he can only struggle at death's door forever. With Imoden's wisdom, it's not difficult for him to see that only by building a Death God Army with firearms and explosives can he fight against us. He won't stay for long."
"In the end, we still have to fight a bloody battle at the oasis where the Great Emperor Magic Scorpion died. Now that he wants to know more about this world, we have to prepare to attack Suez. Imoden will definitely join in. If he doesn't come, the Reincarnation Team that has sided with him will remind him to come."
"Now in Egypt, we have to clean up the bugs of the Church of Truth and reorganize the organization. In this process, we will make full use of the Reincarnation Teams that have sided with us. Now that they are also shareholders, they should be able to show their faces!" Chen Ang set his sights on the vast territory of Egypt that the Suez Canal passed through. Only by controlling this golden waterway could he make use of the advantage of transportation to quickly expand the influence of the Blood Clan under his command in the world. Raw materials, machinery, and technology from all over the world would take root in Egypt.
It would be the necessary fertilizer for the seeds of the Republic of China to germinate.
The vampire Octopus had already sneaked into the Mediterranean Sea through the Nile River. As a civilization with a single consciousness, although their potential had been greatly weakened, as a foreshadowing, it was already strong enough.
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