Eventually, their fear and hatred will become an inescapable shadow, deeply engraved in their consciousness.
And this is exactly what Lin Ke hopes to see - an enemy army that is afraid of [Master Heka] and has to transfer all of its strongest magic shield troops to the front line in order to survive.
"Nantong, I need you to do one more thing."
"Your Majesty, the Holy Pharaoh, please give me your orders. I will fight to the death and never give up."
......
It was a dark and windy night.
The soldiers' station outside Memphis was silent, with only the occasional footsteps of patrolmen echoing in the camp.
Nan Tong was wearing a black robe and standing on a high ground outside the base.
Beside him, two [Masters of Heka] stood silently, holding their staffs in their hands, with faint golden light flickering at the ends of the staffs.
The enemy's sentinels soon discovered their tracks, and the lights of the sentry posts in the distance began to become disordered.
"It's Master Heka of Egypt! And there's an old man!"
"What! Master Heka?!"
"The enemy is attacking! Quick!"
The sound of the alarm suddenly rang out, piercing the night sky. The Hebrew soldiers quickly gathered and figures holding weapons ran quickly in the camp.
A figure of rider rushed out of the main gate of the base and headed straight for Memphis - this was the messenger going to inform Samar.
Nan Tong watched all this coldly, his expression showing no change.
He slowly raised one hand, and the cuffs of his black robe fluttered in the wind.
A brilliant magical light began to condense in the chest.
"Scarab magic."
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