At this time, Lin Ke leaned quietly on the large bed covered with thick brocade and adjusted his posture.
He turned his head to look at the open window, and the breeze gently blew the gold silk curtains hanging beside the bed.
As the holy pharaoh of holy Egypt, this moment of rest is particularly precious.
Ah, this rare tranquility...
The other side.
On the dirt road leading to Memphis, the night was shrouded in broken branches and leaves and scorched earth, and the air was filled with the lingering smell of gunpowder.
Several figures were stumbling away, their torn cloaks blown up by the night wind, revealing their close-fitting and exquisite robes.
However, these mages had furrowed brows and pale lips.
Their eyes were wandering and they always glanced behind them unconsciously.
"Quick! Cast another spell!"
The leading wizard shouted, his voice trembling with rapidity.
Then, several green flames burst out from his fingertips, cutting through the night sky and heading towards the dark shadow chasing them.
"It's useless! It's absolutely useless!"
The other wizard's voice sounded sobbing and a little sharp.
His magic power was about to run out, but the pursuers were still pressing forward.
Powerful wind blades, dazzling lightning, blazing flames...all the spells seemed to have hit an indestructible wall of steel, leaving no trace at all.
"Why... why even the most powerful Green Flame technique doesn't work?" A young wizard knelt on the ground, the magical light on his body gradually dimming.
He held his head in his hands, his voice trembling, "This isn't true... This isn't true!"
"Don't stop! We can't..."
The leading wizard's voice suddenly stopped.
There was a flash of knife, blood splattered, and his head fell heavily on the sand, rolled a few times, and then stopped next to a rock.
Then, one wizard after another fell, their magic power exploded into countless points of light in the air, and was swallowed up by the darkness in an instant.
The blades fell silently and so fast that people had no time to react.
The executioner's indifference was like the coming of death, leaving only corpses on the ground.
The remaining magic in the air gradually dissipated, and everything returned to silence.
"Captain, all the mages who escaped from the Amazon have been killed. No one survived."
"Got it. Let the troops move forward."
In the darkness, the cold voice dissipated in the slightly bloody cold wind.
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