Infinite Horror Bulk Players

Chapter 93 If We Switched Roles
As a result, after being bombed and causing a landslide, they had to do it even if they didn't want to.

"By the way, where did all the dirt they dug up go?"

"A compression backpack can force sand, soil, gravel and other things together, reducing their size to one-tenth of their original size. Originally, these things were supposed to be used as support frames, but Red Queen thought it was a waste of time and just threw them into the pit." Pangda introduced on the side.

Lin Hao knocked on the armored vehicle below and asked, "Red Queen, have you gathered all the necessary materials for any combat robots?"

[Tanks, armed helicopters, various small drones, T800 robots.]

"OK, it's ready to start mass production."

Although there were no fighter planes, cannons, missiles or the like, these configurations were enough to deal with Britain during World War I.

Especially since the T800 can even be equipped with electromagnetic rifles, laser rifles, and shield generators, its infantry combat power is stronger than Skynet. What else is there to be afraid of?

"Your cannons are useless." Imorton's Huangsha brought information. Looking in the direction of Lin Hao and others, his face was gloomy. Although he looked like a mummy, no one could tell whether he was gloomy or not.

When Johnny heard his words, he immediately turned around and translated them to the British officer next to him.

"Whether it works or not is your problem. Anyway, I've already done what you asked. Now tell me the location of Hamunaptra. I want the gold inside!"

"Tell him." Imhotep replied directly.

He can understand other people's language and conversations. That is the effect of his magic power. It's just that those people can't understand what he says, so he needs a translator like Johnny.

Unfortunately, even if Johnny wanted to tell the other party the location of Hamunaptra, it would be useless. That place is deep in the desert, and no one else can find it unless someone leads the way.

"No one knows the location you are talking about. You two must take me with you, otherwise you will never leave here alive." The British officer pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Johnny.

"Ah." Johnny couldn't help but roll his eyes.

He would have been scared to death if he saw this scene in the past.

But now he has become a yellow sand man, so why would he be afraid of this?

Johnny didn't care, and neither did Imhotep.

The yellow sand all over the sky was his eyes, and he could see the traces of Lin Hao and others clearly. Seeing Lin Hao and others start to produce steel soldiers in large quantities, Imhotep couldn't help but feel annoyed.

The outsiders, who were already difficult to deal with, are now increasing in number.

He has been sleeping for three thousand years, so how could he have any power of his own?

Gunshots were heard all around, and bullets knocked out a lot of dust from his body. Imhotep suddenly thought of something and turned to look at the soldiers with terrified faces.

"I will grant you the power of immortality. How about you help me get rid of those outsiders?"

Johnny was shaking off the bullets that had fallen out of his body, and was translating to the soldiers with a helpless look on his face.

"Oh my God." Seeing Imhotep's fearlessness in the face of bullets, the British officer was suddenly moved.

Since they don't look like they can beat each other anyway, why not just join?
【British soldiers are planning to join Immorton.】

"Zheng Zha, you heard it." Lin Hao took out a bundle of grenades and handed it to the other party.

"Zhan Lan, mental scan, mind chain, share the location of the British army with Zheng Zha."

"Oh." Zheng Zha sighed, and his body began to swell rapidly.

He didn't want to kill ordinary people, but if those people were his enemies and threatened his life and the lives of his companions, he would not show mercy.

There was a cry of surprise from the side.

Ignoring the noisy words, Zheng Zha's arms flashed with red flames, the bundle of grenades was pulled open, and then thrown out fiercely.

"Boom!" The whistling sound of the sonic boom made ordinary people around cover their ears.

A large number of grenades arrived at the British military camp in an instant and then exploded.

"Ahhh! Divine punishment! This is divine punishment!"

"God has come to punish us!"

Just when they were tempted by Imhotep's conditions, disaster struck. Which soldier would dare to have any other thoughts now?

This completely incomprehensible thing made them think of God's punishment at the first moment. They wailed and screamed, and then scattered like birds and beasts.

Imhotep, who was standing in place, had a large amount of yellow sand blown off his body, but he quickly recovered.

Attacks without the added evil-breaking effect cannot cause any damage to him at all, and will not even cause him to be stunned.

Although he was invincible, the soldiers he had intended to convert did not have this ability.

The soldiers in the center of the military camp were either killed or wounded, and the soldiers on the edge did not dare to stay here any longer. They climbed over the wall in a panic and ran away from this place like crazy.

Imhotep's idea of mass production failed.

With a dark face, he looked up at the vulture circling above his head, and the yellow sand rolled up and flew towards it.

In a few seconds, the magic-covered sand and dust stripped off the vulture's skin, revealing the metal shell underneath.

Sure enough, this is what they monitor themselves.

Imhotep had noticed the vulture flying overhead before, but he had been sleeping for three thousand years and didn't know the details of the situation, so he was embarrassed to say anything.

However, he was attacked just as he reached an agreement with the British army, which made him suspect that something was watching him.

Now the problem was solved, but he still had to find a way to increase his manpower. He couldn't deal with those guys alone, let alone snatch those who took his Holy Urn away from them, even with the Black Book of the Undead.

His eyes swept across the dead and wounded British soldiers, and Imorton's gaze gradually shifted towards the direction of Cairo.

If the people in the city are converted. Wait, why would I think so?

Imhotep couldn't help but cover his head, those are all my Egyptian people.
"Save me, please, I am willing to work for you, please save me." On the ground, a soldier with shrapnel in the abdomen wailed and crawled towards Imhotep.

Hearing his voice, Imorton was freed from his chaotic thoughts. He waved his hand at the other party, and the yellow sand suddenly surged towards him, peeling off his flesh and blood, and then filling it up.

The British soldiers screamed in pain, and soon a pool of blood and flesh appeared on the ground, which gradually dissipated with the yellow sand.

But the soldier stood up intact, staring at his body blankly, then took out a dagger and tentatively slashed his arm.

Yellow sand suddenly flowed out from it.

(End of this chapter)