The leading Hebrew soldier flew into a rage, holding up his magic wand with trembling hands, and roared, "You old fellow! What kind of witchcraft is this?"
"Who the hell are you?!"
The corners of Nan Tong's mouth rose slightly, revealing a sneer.
"You don't deserve to know who I am." He looked into their eyes. "The Holy Pharaoh had foreseen all of this. He ordered me to capture you alive, but he also said that if you resist to the end, he would not mind sending you to the underworld one by one."
Nan Tong slowly raised his hand, as if he could summon the terrible power at any time.
His eyes swept across the Hebrews like a knife. "Surrender. At least you can save your lives."
"Stop dreaming!"
Nan Tong watched as the man from Memphis was roughly dragged up by the Hebrews.
They chanted a spell, and flames immediately rose from their bodies, almost turning the night into day.
The eyes of the Memphite man were filled with fear and pain, but all his struggles seemed meaningless in the hands of the Hebrews.
Each of their bodies was wrapped in flames, and they rushed towards the granary madly like burning evil spirits.
Nan Tong speculated that this was an extremely evil sacrificial technique, sacrificing life in exchange for an instant burst of powerful force.
Just as the flames were about to approach the granary, Nan Tong raised his staff.
The sand suddenly surged up like a leaping salon.
In an instant, the figures of the Hebrews were quickly swept up in the sand flow, and the flames were gradually extinguished by the impact of the sand.
Until the sand flow completely calmed down, only black ash and the burned remains of the Memphis people remained on the ground.
On the other side, inside the palace.
Lin Ke looked at the civilization panel, and the originally flashing red lights on the Cairo plot were almost disappearing.
However, his sight suddenly stopped at the last red dot.
Because that red dot appeared near the [farm].
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