Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 25: This desert can only have one voice

The reflection of the Pyramid of Khufu on the mirrored face armor of the Silver-Winged Ant Queen suddenly became distorted.

This is not an illusion caused by the refraction of light, but the power of space. The three pairs of crystal wings behind the queen ant are simultaneously expanded to the extreme, and a complex spatial matrix pattern emerges on each wing membrane.

"Buzz——"

A visible spatial ripple spread out from the queen ant. Wherever it passed, grains of sand were suspended in mid-air, forming billions of silver prisms.

These prisms precisely reflected every detail of the Great Pyramid of Khufu, creating a perfect mirrored field on the battlefield.

The Pyramid of Khufu erupted with a blinding azure light. Twelve chains of infernal fire, entwined with the wails of the dead, burst forth from the air. Each chain was connected to a monarch-level undead, twisted and agonized. These chains intertwined in the air, forming a web of death that enveloped the Silver-Winged Ant Queen.

The Silver-Winged Ant Queen's response is a work of art.

It simply raised its right forelimb, its fingertips tracing a perfect pentagon in the air. Instantly, all the suspended prisms simultaneously adjusted their angles, focusing the reflected Hellfire Chains onto the pyramid itself. The Pyramid of Khufu was forced to blast its own defensive barrier with its own attack, unleashing a deafening energy collision.

But the real killing move had just begun. The queen's left forelimb suddenly split into countless silver threads, which pierced through space and directly wrapped around the pyramid. Each thread was performing a precise spatial deconstruction, and the hieroglyphs on the surface of the Pyramid of Khufu began to melt away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A blinding black light suddenly erupted from the depths of the pyramid, and Pharaoh Khufu finally took action himself!

His skinny hand grasped a scepter inlaid with underworld gems. As the scepter slammed heavily on the ground, a dark energy barrier instantly unfolded, forcibly blocking the Silver-Winged Ant Queen's spatial cutting.

"boom!"

The collision of the two forces produced a deafening explosion, and the aftermath of the energy flattened all the sand dunes within a radius of one kilometer. Even the fighting Sphinx and the Lord of the Giant Lizard were blown away by the shock wave.

Khufu's whole body tensed up and his scepter trembled, but he finally blocked the fatal blow.

However, the main crisis now is not here. He can feel that the foundation of the Pyramid of Khafre has been completely eroded by the power of the Sandstorm Emperor. The undead priests in the tower are struggling frantically, but to no avail - the entire pyramid is like a giant beast falling into quicksand, being swallowed by the desert at an irreversible speed.

“Damn…”

Khufu was extremely anxious.

The Pyramid of Khafre is an important stronghold of the Empire of the Dead and one of the cores of the three major pyramid systems. If it sinks completely, the rule of the Empire of the Dead will be severely damaged!
He suddenly raised his head, pointing his staff at the Silver-Winged Ant Queen and the Sandstorm King in the distance, his voice like the roar of millions of dead souls:

"I have never set foot on your territory! Do you have to force me like this today?"

However, the Silver-Winged Ant Queen simply hovered silently in the air, her mirror-like visor reflecting Khufu's furious figure, without a single response. The Sandstorm King in the distance was also silent, only the swirling yellow sand seemed to mock the Undead King's questioning.

At this moment, from high above, a magnificent and majestic voice suddenly descended, like a judgment from the gods:
“I said, this desert can only have one voice.”

"Creatures from the underworld, go back to your underworld!"

When Khufu looked up at the sky, the scene reflected in his pupils made the pharaoh, who had ruled the undead for millennia, shudder for the first time. Above the heavens, a golden sun disk, over a kilometer in diameter, slowly rotated. Its rim was inlaid with runes he couldn't decipher, each one imbued with a powerful aura.

Azir, the Desert Emperor, stood proudly clad in flowing golden sand armor. Every scale on his armor breathed, and with his rhythm, the sandstorms across the Sahara pulsed in unison.

The suffocating pressure brought the battlefield to an eerie stillness.

The Sandstorm King knelt on one knee, his huge body lowered deeply; the Silver-Winged Ant Queen folded her crystal wings, and her mirrored face armor reflected a perfect posture of submission.

The ferocious sand giant lizards crouched docilely on the ground, emitting low, whimpering sounds. Millions of desert demons saluted simultaneously, the rubbing sounds of their shells blending into a solemn harmony that shook the heavens and earth.

Azir slowly raised his hand, and the sun disk suddenly burst out with a brighter light.

It was not until then that Khufu realized that this war had been under Azir's watch from the very beginning.

The powers that seemed to belong to the Sandstorm Emperor, the precise spatial cuts made by the Silver-Winged Queen Ant, were all empowered by the power of the Sun Disc. The disc's light had long since seeped into every grain of sand, every sandstorm, and even the blood of every desert demon.

"I see." Khufu suddenly let out a bitter sneer. He finally understood why the Pyramid of Khafre had fallen so easily—it wasn't the siege of two emperors, but the will of the man in the sky and the desert!
"Rumble--"

The Sandstorm King did not stop because of Azir's arrival. Countless grains of sand condensed into thick chains, each chain burning with golden flames, tightly entangling the last base of the Pyramid of Khafre.

The dark light shield on the surface of the pyramid shattered like fragile glass, and the huge rocks engraved with defensive spells were turning into sand at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Stop!" Khufu waved his scepter angrily, and twelve spears of netherfire wrapped in the souls of the dead shot out from the air.

But the figure of the Silver-Winged Ant Queen flashed like a ghost, and an accurate trajectory prediction appeared on her mirrored face armor.

The three pairs of crystal wings on its back fully extended, forming a perfect hexagonal defensive matrix in the air. Every Netherfire spear was swallowed by the spatial rift the moment it touched the matrix, without even a chance to explode.

Azir looked down indifferently at this doomed resistance. Under his manipulation, the sun disk began to rotate faster and stronger, and its power became stronger and stronger. The aura of the desert demons below also became stronger and stronger, making the already frustrated underworld army even more difficult.

The power of the Sandstorm Emperor gathered above the Pyramid of Khafre, forming an annihilation array.

The entire pyramid let out a dying wail, and its body was twisted and deformed at incredible angles, like a pretzel being twisted by an invisible giant hand.

"You will pay the price." Khufu's threat seemed so pale in the face of absolute power.

He watched helplessly as the spire of the Pyramid of Khafre finally sank into the sea of ​​sand, and the screams of the undead priests who had no time to escape were forever sealed by the rolling yellow sand.

At this moment, Azir's voice resonated in the depths of every living being like a divine rebuke: "This is only the beginning."

A golden light curtain of the sun disk descended from the sky, leaving a huge sun emblem where the Pyramid of Khafre originally stood, as if announcing their victory.

(End of this chapter)