“Even if you were very powerful when you were alive, you are now just residual souls relying on weapons. Even if the six of you join forces, you can never be my opponent.” Amon shook his head.

"We may not be able to do it on our own."

Huo Qubing held the broken spear in his hand and said calmly, "But... now we have behind us the national destiny accumulated by the entire Great Xia for thousands of years!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden dragon of luck hovering in the air opened its mouth and roared silently.

The wind did not move, the leaves did not stir, the sand and stones did not move.

But the hazy national destiny shrouded in the sky began to roll violently like a boiling ocean. The black curse that had already devoured several dragon veins was like embers attached to the ground. It was directly swept up by the roar and dispersed into the air.

With just a roar, the national curse that Amon had painstakingly prepared completely dissipated without a trace.

The dark Amon standing between the mountains suddenly changed his expression!

He never imagined that this vast torrent of luck actually had its own consciousness, and that the power of luck seemed endless, long-lasting and lasting.

Compared with the great fortune of Daxia, his power as a god is like a firefly compared to the bright moon, an ant compared to a big tree... humble and ridiculous.

Amon felt the oncoming pressure, and his originally cold and huge black body was instantly shattered by half. He disappeared from between the mountains and turned back to his original size with an extremely gloomy expression.

Such a strong national destiny... is simply not something he can deal with!

After hesitating for only a moment, he raised the black scepter in his hand, and the little curse power left in his body flowed back into his body, turning into a black light covering the top of the scepter.

Then, he waved his scepter and pointed at the nothingness in front of him, and a black portal of fortune emerged.

He glanced at the golden dragon of luck above his head, with unwillingness in his eyes, but he still took a step forward. His illusory figure turned into a ball of black gas and completely poured into the portal of luck.

Now Amon has completely transformed himself into a national curse, which is another form of luck, so he can instantly leave Daxia through the linkage between himself and the Egyptian national destiny.

Luck itself is an existence that transcends time and space.

Although Set was sacrificed, he still failed to take Fengdu and failed to successfully curse the fate of Da Xia. But under the current circumstances, even if he stayed here, he would only be committing suicide. The fate of Da Xia was not something he could shake, so his only choice... was to escape.

Having witnessed Amon's departure, the six members of the Heroic Spirit team seemed to have no intention of stopping him.

"He really fled back to Egypt." The third commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch, Tang Yusheng, said with narrowed eyes, holding a Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand.

"Let him escape." Nie Jingshan, who was wearing a Zhongshan suit, said calmly. He stared at the black portal of destiny still floating in the air, with a dangerous light in his eyes. "If he doesn't go back...how can anyone take us to Egypt?"

After Amon left, the black portal of luck shrank rapidly and was about to disappear into the air.

At this moment, Gong Yangwan, who was dressed in court attire, suddenly made a move. A scarlet light surged out from her palm, firmly holding up the door that was about to close and controlling it at the height of one person.

Huo Qubing stretched out his hand and gently clenched it towards the golden dragon of destiny in the sky.

"By the grace of heaven, by the destiny of heaven."

Roar, roar, roar——!!

In the sky, the golden dragon of national destiny opened its mouth and roared silently. Although this sound was inaudible to ordinary people, the six of them were bodies of destiny and could clearly hear this roar...

The roar from the destiny of Daxia!

The golden dragon of national destiny turned into a dazzling golden light and poured into the six broken magic weapons inserted into the ground. The light golden light flowed on the surface of the magic weapons, and the six figures standing behind the magic weapons became more solid.

Huo Qubing held a spear in his hand, his armor emitting a bloody glow, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a surge of murderous intent rose to the sky.

"The Egyptian gods have offended Daxia. Since they want to use some means to destroy the fate of Daxia...

Well, we certainly can't just give up.

Gentlemen,

Please follow me,

Come to the door and cut off your luck!"

He took the first step, his body turned into golden light, and instantly crashed into the black portal of fortune and disappeared on the spot.

"That person is really impatient..." The fourth commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch, Wang Qing, smiled helplessly.

"He has always been like this." replied the palace maid Gong Yangwan.

"Let's go." Li Kengqiang, who was wearing a flowered shirt, shrugged. "Big Brother is going to Egypt to cause trouble. We, the younger generation, have to go and support him, right?"

Nie Jingshan, who was wearing a Zhongshan suit, patted the corners of his clothes, adjusted his cuffs and collar, and walked towards the black portal with an expressionless face, holding a long black stick.

"Whoever offends Daxia will be punished no matter how far away they are!" His cold voice came faintly.

Several other members, holding their own magic weapons, also took steps forward and followed closely into the black portal of fortune.

…

Egypt.

Sun City.

A black portal of fortune opened between the suspended giant sun city, and a cloud of hazy black gas emerged from it and transformed into a human form.

The curse power around him slowly receded, revealing his original figure. He looked towards the towering divine pillar standing in the center of Sun City, helplessness emerging in his eyes.

He was teleported directly back to Sun City through the Gate of Luck. He should be the first one to come back among all the people. However, their mission was not completed, and they also lost Set, the God of Sand. It can be said that they failed completely...

All they could do was to endure the wrath of the sun god.

Amon had just taken a few steps when he was suddenly stunned. He looked back at the black portal of fortune in confusion, with a puzzled look in his eyes...

Why is this door not closed?

I saw this black portal of fortune quietly floating in the center of the square outside the Nine Pillars Temple, with a faint light flowing inside, as if something was about to walk out of it.

Amon seemed to have thought of a possibility and froze in place.

impossible……

They are just a few humans transformed into luck...

How could they,

How dare you?

Various thoughts flashed through Amon's mind. At this moment, a young general wearing mottled armor and holding a broken spear slowly walked out of the black portal.

Buzz——!!!

A thunderous explosion suddenly echoed in the air, and the entire Egyptian destiny was shaken suddenly!

It was like a piece of granite weighing several tons was dropped into a tranquil pond. Ripples of luck as surging as waves spread rapidly over the sky above Egypt. All the gods living in the City of the Sun raised their heads and looked here at the same time!

clang--!

Huo Qubing thrust the broken spear in his hand into the ground. Surging golden energy rolled around his body. Faintly, it seemed as if a golden dragon was roaring at the sky!

"General Huo Qubing, the emperor of Great Xia, has come to your house to question you about your crimes."