Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 28: Sacrifice the Third Pyramid, the Strongest Shield Guards Wall

Scorpion Lord Medusa knew very well that continuing to resist would only lead to death.

Khufu's defeat was inevitable, and there might be a glimmer of hope if he tried his best to surrender and make his position clear.

She crouched with her broken shell, her snake-like hair trembling slightly, both from pain and tension, as she waited for the judgment of fate.

Finally, a majestic voice came from the sky, short and cold: "Yes."

Just one word, but it sounded like thunder!

The Demonic Pattern Scorpion King's movements suddenly stopped. It growled unwillingly, and the demonic patterns on its carapace slowly went out, and its giant claws did not fall in the end.

It glanced at Medusa coldly, its eyes full of contempt - a traitor is a traitor after all, and even if accepted, it cannot change its despicable nature.

But Medusa didn't care. Her snake tongue trembled slightly, and a burst of ecstasy surged in her heart - she could survive.

She immediately raised her head and screamed. As the sharp scream spread, the scorpion legions under her command responded to the order and turned their offensive, rushing towards their former "allies", Khufu's Undead Legion!

Although she herself was seriously injured, she still struggled to join the battle.

However, she cunningly avoided the monarch-level undead warriors and targeted the commander-level and general-level undead creatures.

Her tail stinger was as sharp as a venomous snake, and each thrust could accurately penetrate the soulfire core of an undead, as if proving her worth to Azir.

Then the Sand-Eating Silver Ant Lord broke out of the ground, with the Sheep-Headed Demon Lord's broken bronze armor still hanging on his jaws.

The eyes of this undead monarch had long been extinguished, and his rotten horns were broken among the sand dunes, symbolizing the fall of another great monarch of Khufu's army.

At the same time, the Sphinx's painful roar was heard in the distance. The sharp claws of the Lord of the Giant Lizards tore cracks on its body. This guardian beast that once looked down upon the underworld was now being toyed with like a trapped beast.

The plight of the Evil Scale Pharaoh was even more tragic - it was buried alive in the quicksand abyss by the Sandstorm Emperor, with only half of its golden scepter exposed above the sand, and the dark gem inlaid on the top of the scepter had completely lost its luster.

The Pyramid of Khufu was shaking violently in the dark energy, and the pharaoh himself was engaged in a shocking showdown with the Silver-winged Queen Ant.

Every vibration of the Queen Ant's silver wings would cause a riot in space, while Khufu's Dark Light Spear drew a blue trail of death in the air.

The clash between the two emperor-level warriors caused the surrounding space to distort continuously, and Khufu had no time to care about the gradual collapse of the Undead Legion.

Just when the battle was coming to an end, the third pyramid that had been silent all this time - the Pyramid of Menkaure - suddenly burst into a strange light.

Dense underworld runes appeared on the surface of this pyramid built for the grandson of Khufu, and dark energy flows began to seep out of every brick and stone.

"Not good!" Azir shouted.

He stood in the sky, overlooking the overall situation, and immediately understood the other party's intentions.

Menkaure was not going to release the undead army to join the battle, but to sacrifice the space essence of the entire pyramid to self-destruct. This kind of self-destructive attack was enough to turn a thousand miles of area into underworld. What was even more terrifying was that the resentment of the undead contained in it might pollute the Sahara's veins.

The obsidian at the top of the pyramid began to crack, and a dark vortex with a diameter of more than a kilometer was taking shape.

Even an emperor-level strongman would have to temporarily avoid the energy explosion of this level, but Azir did not retreat. He waved the scepter in his right hand, and six sandstorm tornadoes that stretched from the sky to the ground rose from the ground.

Six towering desert giants suddenly emerged from the tornado. Their bodies were made of the purest quicksand, and every muscle texture gleamed with the luster of the sun's golden sand. Their aura was no less than that of the Sandstorm Emperor.

They held huge shields engraved with sun patterns, and the sun gems inlaid on the shields lit up at the same time.

"Form a formation!" Azir's command rippled like golden waves. Six massive shields instantly joined together to form a hemispherical barrier, the runes on their surfaces connecting to form a complete solar totem. When the netherworld vortex of the Menkaure Pyramid expanded to its fullest extent, the erupting torrent of death collided with the solar barrier with a thunderous bang!
The black and purple nether fire and the golden red sand flames intertwined in the air, and the shock wave directly vaporized some of the remaining small pyramids.

But the solar barrier did not move at all, and even swallowed up the overflowing undead energy. The resentful souls that tried to escape were burned into wisps of green smoke by the sun's true fire the moment they touched the barrier.

When the energy turbulence gradually subsided, only a giant sand pit with a diameter of several kilometers remained on the battlefield.

The Pyramid of Menkaure has been reduced to ashes. The pharaoh sacrificed the spatial origin of the entire pyramid at the cost of his own body and soul, just to create a glimmer of hope for Khufu in a situation where he was bound to lose.

The Pyramid of Khufu was rapidly fading away, and the dark light was scattering. He wanted to take this opportunity to escape.

He stood at the top of the pyramid, the soul fire in his eyes had become dim. He did not expect that his undead empire would collapse here.

As soon as the Desert Emperor Azir appeared, he knew that his situation was hopeless.

The Silver-Winged Queen Ant's spatial torrent, the Sandstorm Emperor's power over heaven and earth, and the unfathomable Azir, are simply not something his Undead Empire can contend with.

"At least, Menkaure's sacrifice was valuable."

He originally thought that sacrificing the entire Menkaure Pyramid's self-destruction could at least severely damage some of the Desert Empire's elite troops.

The collapse of space containing the resentment of the undead was enough to tear some monarch-level beings into pieces, and even emperor-level strongmen would find it difficult to escape unscathed.

Yet, as the dark torrent of destruction swept across the battlefield, six towering desert giants stood firm like immemorial mountains. Azir's "Wall of the Guards" perfectly withstood all attacks, leaving even the outermost scorpion legions unscathed.

Before the Pyramid of Khufu completely sank into the underworld, Khufu suddenly waved his scepter, and a dark chain broke through the air and wrapped around the Sphinx who was struggling under the claws of the Giant Lizard Lord.

This mythical beast that had accompanied him in battle for a thousand years was now covered in wounds.

"Want to escape?" Azir snorted coldly.

With a gentle swing of his right hand, he formed a slash, accurately cutting off the netherworld chain.

Then the Lord of the Giant Lizards also took advantage of the situation to launch a fatal attack. His sharp claws directly pierced through the Sphinx's chest. With a tragic lion's roar, the Sphinx turned into countless pieces of rubble and collapsed.

The rift in the underworld closed completely and Khufu escaped.

Before leaving, he wanted to rescue the Sphinx, but failed.

The Sahara Desert Empire has crushed Khufu's Empire of the Dead.

Then there was a loud "boom!"

Starting from the scorpion army in the front row, to the sand-eating silver ants, and then to the giant lizards hidden in the sand sea. The layers of demons were like waves of wheat bent by a hurricane, and they all knelt down towards the golden figure standing in the sky.

The dull thud of the shell hitting the sand, the friction of the sharp claws sinking into the yellow sand, the myriad sounds seemed so harmonious at this moment.

The demon's ferocious head hung deeply, and its compound eyes reflected the fear that had not yet dissipated.

Just now, when the destructive energy erupted, they all felt the breath of death except the Sandstorm King and the Silver-winged Queen Ant.

But the Tsar’s “Wall of the Imperial Guards” rose up like a miracle, turning the desperate situation of certain death into nothingness.

The strength he displayed made them completely convinced.

(End of this chapter)