The red light beam suddenly expanded and pushed Nan Tong's magic power back three inches.
The soldiers of the Holy Egyptian Alliance who were watching the battle on the ground exclaimed: "What! That's the Pope of the Order of the Rose!"
"His magic power can actually touch the level of a divine mage?! Can Lord Nantong still withstand it?"
"Lord Nantong's magic is at the level of the Great Sun Magician!"
Nan Tong just frowned slightly.
Obviously, the opponent's magical power is indeed as strong as he said.
"Stand back, Nantong."
"If you die in battle again, His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh cannot use the power of the Supreme God Hades to resurrect you."
"Even if my divine body dissipates, I can still reorganize my divine power in Stonehenge and continue to regenerate it."
"Your mission now is to protect His Majesty the Saint Pharaoh."
"You must always stay by the side of Saint Pharaoh. The enemy has not yet used the power of the Supreme God, so you must be fully alert..."
The next second, Nan Tong's robe suddenly began to move in a strange way.
Then, those magical powers that were like the corona began to shine even brighter.
Just like the sun at full strength.
At this moment, it seemed as if boiling lava was flowing on Nan Tong's skin.
"I have never used my true power, God of the Desert and the Nile."
"The enemy is nothing but the magic power created by the sacrifices—"
Nan Tong raised his right hand, and in an instant, his magic beam of light was twice as strong as the opponent's, or even larger.
"That—can you call it magic?"
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