The magicians of Holy Egypt looked at each other, their faces filled with anxiety and uneasiness.
Although several attacks failed, they still tried to use their most powerful magic to try to repel the black-armored soldiers in the front.
"Everyone, come together!" A magician raised his staff and shouted, "Use our special moves! Let them see the true power of Holy Egyptian magic!"
Several magicians immediately stood in a line, unfolded the crocodile leather scrolls in their hands at the same time, and then chanted complicated spells.
For a moment, the wind blew violently over the desert and the magical energy flowing in the air was visible to the naked eye.
"Tide of Holy Light!" the magicians shouted.
This move is the unique skill of the Egyptian magician. According to legend, this is pure light that can melt metal and burn away evil.
Several strong golden lights were released from their hands accompanied by dust, interweaving into a huge energy wave and heading straight towards the black-armored soldiers.
However, the moment the light waves hit the black-armored soldiers, only a few low muffled sounds were heard, and the soldiers swayed slightly without even stopping.
"How could this be..." A magician stared in amazement as their most powerful spell failed, with a hint of disbelief in his voice.
"A tide of holy light this powerful couldn't even burn their armor?"
The magician next to him also lost his composure, his voice trembling: "They are not human! They are not afraid of our spells at all!"
An atmosphere of despair spread among the team.
At this moment, an experienced old magician gritted his teeth, raised his staff and shouted: "Don't give up! We have more powerful spells!"
"teacher!"
"Can you use your trick?"
Nan Tong looked serious and gathered all his strength again.
Magic surrounded his body, and this time, he cast the most complex Egyptian magic, "Desert Fire".
The earth began to shake, blazing flames gushed out from the surface, and the dust in the sky was burned into a red gale, as if hell had descended.
However, when these terrifying flames hit the black-armored soldiers' armor, they only produced a few wisps of white smoke and did not even burn a small hole.
The soldiers only slowed down their pace slightly, and then continued to move forward in an orderly manner.
“This…how is it possible!”
A young magician's hands dropped weakly. He looked at the dark masses of soldiers, whose numbers were several times theirs, with despair in his eyes.
But Nan Tong looked at the magic shield soldiers who were gradually approaching and prepared to try his last spell.
An emerald green magic stone suddenly appeared in his hand.
He held up the magic stone and chanted an ancient spell. The sand between heaven and earth seemed to be summoned and gathered around him.
After a moment, he swung it down suddenly with all his might, releasing a raging tide of desert.
"Holy Quicksand Technique!"
Large areas of sand dunes collapsed in an instant, turning into a rushing river of quicksand that violently swept towards the black-armored soldiers.
Seeing this scene, the magicians' faces were filled with hope again.
"Yes! Magic won't work! But the magically controlled sand will definitely be able to drown them!"
"They're buried in the sand, it must work!"
Several magicians shouted excitedly.
But hope is fleeting.
The steps of those black-armored soldiers did not slow down at all. They moved easily in the rushing quicksand, as if the sand was just ordinary dust.
Not only did the quicksand fail to stop them, but it was like a flat road, bringing them to the magician's sight.
"This! This is impossible! Even quicksand can't stop them?!"
A magician couldn't help but shout out, his voice trembling.
And worse happened.
Rows of black armor suddenly emerged from the sand dunes on their left and right sides, and magic shield soldiers rushed down quickly from both wings. Their movements were in unison, like a huge net that began to spread out.
The magicians who had still held out a glimmer of hope finally realized that they were in a desperate situation.
Will die!
Fear is like a cold wave, invading everyone's heart.
Even the staffs slipped from their trembling hands, and they couldn't help but start to retreat: "It's over!"
At this time, bursts of laughter from afar echoed in the desert. The sound was a little harsh and sharp, which made people feel cold in their hearts.
Samar, riding a tall horse, slowly appeared on the high ground of the sand dunes.
"Hahaha! Is this what you Egyptians call 'Master Heka'? These mages can't even stop my shield soldiers, yet they still dream of attacking our base?"
Samar's laughter echoed over the desert. He raised his scimitar high and pointed it at the magicians below who were about to be trapped.
"Look at what you are like now! If your Pharaoh saw you, he would probably pity you and plead for you, right? Haha!"
His tone was filled with harsh mockery, like the tongue of a poisonous snake piercing everyone's heart.
"Remember what you did a few days ago? You attacked my army again and again, burned my base, and killed my soldiers."
"Now the spells are useless, the magic is ineffective, and even 'Master Heka' has become a bunch of useless trash! Come on, keep struggling, let me enjoy your dying looks!"
Samar slowly urged his horse forward a few steps, looking down at the trapped magicians. He vented his anger, his eyes full of contempt.
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