Chapter 281: Imhotep, Look, Your Wife

The sound of killing was loud on the battlefield. For the best effect of the exercise, Chu Xuan did not even tell Ades that this was an exercise, but made Mediga really think that the Scorpion King's Death Army had been resurrected!

Under Chu Xuan's arrangement, Wang Xia, as the only commander among the tens of thousands of people who knew the truth, was responsible for leading a group of elites into the enemy's formation to find the enemy's general for beheading.

The worst among this group of elites are those who have experienced hundreds of battles and are at the peak of their physical fitness. The outstanding ones have even opened the first-level gene lock!

Zhu Wen, on the other hand, controlled the overall situation with the assistance of Zhan Lan, and the Death Book in her hand had already prepared various spells.

In addition, Zhu Wen has unlocked the Grudge long ago and fully polished his proficiency in high-intensity battles. After unlocking the third-level gene lock and then strengthening it to the first and second levels, Zhu Wen can The magic in the Book of Death is perfect.

There are indeed not too many buff spells on the Death Book.

However, there are a lot of terrain magic, field magic, and curse magic. Coupled with the death army that is not afraid of life and death, Zhu Wen went all out to compete with tens of thousands of troops on her own.

Even if there is no third-level gene lock to break through on the battlefield, Zhu Wen relies on the first- and second-level gene locks, bloodline and magic. Her strength is still a third-level great magician in the prehistoric era.

After turning on the third-level gene lock, although due to insufficient physical fitness, it is difficult to open the third-level gene lock for more than 20 seconds each time, within these 20 seconds, the third-level gene lock obtained by Zhu Wen, a legal profession, increases. is the biggest!

The Death Army has been given an order not to make a fatal move. In addition, Wu Jie and Zheng Zha provide off-site assistance under the command of Zhang Jie and try their best to save every soldier in danger. The tempering effect of this battle is Pretty good.

But while Wu Jie was walking around the battlefield rescuing the wounded, he couldn't help but think about a question.

‘Can these two legions really play a key role as Chu Xuan said? ’

Wu Jie is not optimistic about this plan, because the two legions will not have a serious impact on the strong.

But if the proposer of this plan was Chu Xuan, then Wu Jie would have to think about what he had missed.

‘Could it be that Chu Xuan wants to use the army to steal Daying’s family fortune? Let Mediga's iron hooves break through the continent of Obalo? To weaken the power of faith in the Christian pantheon? This should be the most likely plan. Although Chu Hao is the strongest war-type wise man according to the settings of large battlefields, Chu Xuan's ability to read scripts is even more unreasonable.'

‘One more thing – where are Lao Yi and Lao Qi? ! ’

Cairo city.

"High Priest, this is your dinner for today." The old director personally brought some of the dinner, which was not sumptuous but definitely rich in variety, to one person.

Nowadays, the most powerful priest of the Mediga clan, the head of the priest group of the Medica clan who was professed by Pharaoh Wu Jie, and the old curator who can be regarded as a second-level legal professional is actually delivering meals to people in person.

A hoarse voice sounded: "Thank you."

In a secret room in the Cairo Museum, Immortun Ku sat here. He touched his belly and felt hungry, and licked his dry lips and felt thirsty.

Yes, only Immorton is qualified to be served meals by the old curator himself.

The old curator glanced at the untouched lunch and sighed.

"Your Majesty the High Priest, you have been restored to human flesh and blood by the sage Chu Xuan, and you are no longer the immortal body you once were. You have to eat and drink water."

"I know." Immortan stood up with his hands on the table. The long-term lack of water and food made Imogen's eyes darken for a while. He propped up his body and felt the frail human body. It was still a little difficult to adapt to it for a while, but he still said: "Thank you."

The old curator sighed, brought in the dinner and put it on Immorton's table, and then said to him: "One more thing, we found the girl who is suspected to be the reincarnation of Ansuna."

Immortun's feet were unsteady and he fell towards the ground, but he was caught firmly by the old curator with quick eyes and quick hands.

"Your Highness, are you okay?"

"Really?!" Immorton grabbed the old curator's clothes with both hands and asked, "Ansuna! Is she really reincarnated?!"

"It can only be said that it is very possible." The old curator helped Immorton sit on the chair, and then said to him: "Our king is currently training his loyal soldiers in Hamna Tower, and the sage is also in the king's There is a king serving by your side, we dare not disturb him easily, we can only hope that it is up to you to judge."

"Where is she now?"

"According to the information sent back by our spies, Ansuna's reincarnation is in England." The old curator said to the extremely excited Immorton: "Please don't worry, the king has ordered the sage to select an elite force to go Britain will bring Ansuna back soon. Before that, please take care of your health."

"Okay okay"

Immorton wiped his tears, and once again regained his human flesh and blood, he once again experienced the feeling of crying. Soon, he started eating the food on the table.

He wants to be in the best condition to welcome Ansuna's return!

Hamna Tower at this time.

"This time the mission is on the safe side. At zero o'clock, Zhao Yingkong, Zhang Jie, you three will carry it out." Chu Xuan continued to arrange the mission: "Zhang Heng, Overlord, Li Xiaoyi, Zheng Zha, the four of you are responsible for responding."

"Is this mission so dangerous? Do we have to go there in person?" Zhang Jie held a pillow that Wen Na had sewn for him, raised his hand and asked, "Isn't it just a mission to pick someone up?"

"It's different. This is Ansuna." Wu Jie looked at the information about London, England, and couldn't help shaking his head: "Ansuna, England, it's all done. It's highly unlikely that it will be peaceful along the way. Chu Xuan, should I follow?"

"No, as the pharaoh, you are the current king of Egypt. For the Maya pantheon, you are the incarnation of the sun god on earth. Going there now means that the war of gods will start in advance." Chu Xuan rejected Wu Jie's proposal and said, "Lingdian, Zhao Yingkong, Zhang Jie, you three should bring Ansuna back from England immediately after receiving her. The tools have been given to you."

Looking at the complete set of tools in the package, Lingdian and Zhao Yingkong both resisted from the bottom of their hearts.

If you let them go to kill people, they can even kill for three days and three nights without stopping, but you let them kidnap decent women

It's too immoral!

The dignity and style of the killer are resisting the execution of such a mission.

But Lingdian did not live up to the title of the most reliable man of the Zhongzhou team. After spending three days on various scouting, he finally brought Ansuna back with Zhao Yingkong and Zhang Jie, and sent her safely and intact to Imhotep.

Looking at Imhotep, who was dressed up and even holding several ancient Egyptian ritual objects, Lingdian decisively turned into a blood shadow bat and ran away.

Sorry, the most reliable man of the Zhongzhou team should be left to big brother Zhang Jie.

"Zero!" Zhang Jie, who got off the plane, watched Lingdian fly away, and then turned his head to see that Zhao Yingkong had disappeared silently, leaving him alone to face the excited Imhotep.

"Ahem, old Yi."

Zhang Jie looked at Imhotep and didn't know how to speak for a while.

Imhotep also looked at Zhang Jie. He looked at Zhang Jie, who didn't know how to speak for a while, and he couldn't help but have an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Ansuna"

"The mission was successful, Ansuna was brought back by us."

At this point, Zhang Jie's expression became even more tense. At this moment, he had to recall all the painful things in his life to barely maintain his expression.

Looking at Imhotep who was dressed up, Zhang Jie led a girl off the plane.

Looking at the little girl who was definitely no more than ten years old, but was basically the same as Ansuna, Imhotep's expression froze, and the gift in his hand fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

"Look, your wife. This year, she is just eight years old."