Chapter 927 Altar

Tong Shiye.

The airport in Tong Shiye looked busy and solemn in the afterglow of the evening. At the end of the runway, a silvery white on the skyline gradually approached from afar, passing through the clouds and falling on the long runway of the airport.

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".Just a few minutes ago, the plane of the Egyptian Archaeological Bureau had landed at the airport in Tong Shiye."

A female reporter reported to the camera.

"This time, the Archaeological Bureau was led by Director Isis Ishdar in person."

"Director Isis is also a player who was well-known to the audience in the first generation Duel City Competition. She once won the top eight in the first generation Duel City where the gods gathered.

Her brother Malik Ishdar is the more famous runner-up of the first generation Duel City and the former owner of the phantom god Ka'Winged Dragon of Ra."

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".It is reported that the Egyptian Archaeological Bureau came here specially for cooperation with an important project of the Seahorse Group. The outside world speculates that there are major discoveries in the field of duel archaeology."

The picture of Isis Ishdar appeared on the TV camera.

Isis is now over 30 years old. She has chocolate-colored skin and is well maintained. She looks the same as she did back then, only with a bit more mature charm.

Facing the camera and the microphone handed to her by the reporter, she looked around expressionlessly, and then said calmly.

"Egypt is considered by many to be the birthplace of duel monsters. Our Egyptian Archaeological Bureau has always taken it as its mission to discover precious relics and vigorously promote the development of the duel monster world."

"We will continue to maintain close cooperation with the Seahorse Group to jointly promote the progress of duel civilization"

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In the presidential suite of the hotel, Malik Ishdar sat on the soft sofa, watching his sister's response on TV, and smiled and joked: "Sister is really photogenic, and she is getting more and more skilled in dealing with these reporters' interviews."

Malik flipped through the schedule.

"There are quite a lot of arrangements these days. Let me see. Banquet, banquet, opening ceremony, banquet. Oh, and golf."

Isis Ishdar said lightly: "We are not here to play, Malik."

"I know."

Malik put away his smile, looked out the window, and was absent-minded for a moment.

It was late at night, the sky was full of stars outside the window, and the road was busy. Even at night, the city was still busy.

"The three phantom gods have left this world." Malik said, "The phantom gods left, and the pharaoh's soul returned to the underworld. I thought this was the end of the curse that our tomb-keeping family had carried for three thousand years from generation to generation. I really thought everything would end here."

He looked at Isis, and Isis's expression was still cold and calm.

"But everything is never really over, right, sister?" he said, "Every time you think you have gotten rid of the past, the past will come back again. We, the grave-keepers, can never really wait for the fate that can stop fighting, right?"

Isis closed her eyes gently, and after a moment, she smiled slightly.

"It's not fate, Malik." She said softly, "We fight because we choose to fight. Because we are warriors, and the world will always need warriors no matter what era it is."

"Okay, I vaguely guessed that you would say that." Malik was helpless, "But sister, I think you also know that darkness is about to come again. And this time, there is no Pharaoh standing in front of the darkness again."

"Yes. The Pharaoh is gone."

Isis smiled slightly.

"But don't worry, there will always be a new king in this world."

Mountains, dense forests.

The heavy black clouds covered, just like the deep night swallowed up the last ray of sunlight. Black clouds swelled like boiling ink, black lightning gathered in the clouds, and every flash was accompanied by a deafening roar, as if hiding the wrath of God.

This is where the Advent Church gathers.

In the sky, the jet is approaching this area.

"There is strong interference ahead, as well as abnormal storms and thunder and lightning."

The pilot apologized to You Xuan.

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid we can't move forward."

"It's okay."

You Xuan has already carried the jet glider on his back. He tapped the button to open the cabin door and smiled at the pilot.

"Thank you for your hard work, leave the rest to me."

After saying that, he jumped and disappeared in the sea of ​​clouds.

Countless Advent Church members gathered in the woods and surrounded the altar.

The archbishop stood in the middle of the altar, presiding over this sacred ceremony. The church members looked solemn, their eyes were pious, and they recited the ancient spell in unison.

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one book, one forum, one 6, one 9, one book, one forum, one look!

Then, following the bishop's order, they all raised their hands.

Instantly, everyone felt as if part of their soul had been taken away. In just a few seconds, their bodies were exhausted as if they had been squeezed dry, as if they had been fighting a high-intensity duel all night. Some people with poor physical fitness had weak legs and feet, and they fell directly to the ground.

This is a sacrifice ceremony. Sometimes the sacrifice is a living soul, sometimes it is a spirit, and sometimes it requires their own energy.

Of course, the evil god is still polite, at least he will leave them a breath when he sucks the life of his believers. They may feel exhausted, but they will not die.

After all, if all the believers die, the evil god will have to find a way to recruit people to work again, which is also quite troublesome. The evil god still has the basic consciousness of sustainable development.

And in return, the evil god would show them some miracles from time to time.

It was common to have thunder and lightning strike. Sometimes a tree would be split, and sometimes it would possess the bishop or some other high-level officials and send down an oracle.

Well, oracle is a nice way of saying it, and to put it bluntly, it would assign them new work.

But today, things went a little beyond expectations.

It was an especially eye-catching thunder, like the anger of a god, falling directly on the altar. The moment it touched the altar, there was no expected explosion, but it seemed to turn into a group of lightning lingering on the altar, forming a rotating vortex.

All the believers widened their eyes and were shocked to see that in the lightning, a human figure appeared faintly?

They were stunned for a few seconds.

Then someone took the lead and shouted: "Evil God? It's the evil god who showed up!"

Everyone was instantly shocked and soon became excited.

Yes, the evil god, it must be the evil god who showed up! Or at least his incarnation.

This was the first time. Previously, the evil god had only asked the bishop or other high-ranking officials to bring them a message, but there had never been a precedent for an incarnation to come in person.

So the whole audience bowed down.

And landing in the middle of the altar, You Xuan, who had just stood up, patted the dust off his body and swept his eyes over the devout believers kneeling down in the audience.

Then he laughed out loud.

He raised his hand seriously.

"No need to be polite, stand up."