I'm a Hokage in Tokyo

"Boom!"

Like a huge rock thrown into a calm pond, the surging sand waves swept wildly in all directions like ripples.

The devastating shock wave immediately razed the forest of bones to the ground.

Even black photographers hiding in the corner were inevitably affected.

The torrent of yellow sand caught them off guard and almost drowned them.

The live camera went black in an instant.

"Ahhhh! Damn it, why did you interrupt at the most critical moment?"

"Stand up, photographer!"

"What happened? What happened? I hope nothing happens to the angel!"

Countless ordinary viewers, with their hearts in their throats, were so angry when they saw the live broadcast was interrupted that they scratched their heads in anxiety.

I don’t know how many mobile phones and televisions have suffered unexpected disasters and been smashed to pieces by their owners.

"Wait! Look at the satellite image, the sandstorm is beginning to dissipate!"

In comparison, military observers and relevant departments of various countries were much luckier. Although the live video was interrupted, at least they could still capture the situation on the scene through satellite images.

Although Frank's influence in Africa is second to none, it is impossible for it to cover everything with one hand. Britain and the United States have a very strong presence, and the other two major countries' many years of operations in Africa should not be underestimated.

In addition to the five big gangsters, although the old colonial empires such as Portugal and Belgium have been declining, they still have a certain influence in Africa.

The Derna area had already attracted a lot of reporters and attention after the disaster. Now, there have been a series of bombshells such as the return of mummies, the resurrection of gods, and the arrival of angels, which have shocked the world. Unless the intelligence agencies and relevant departments of various countries are useless and do nothing, how could they not pay attention to it?

There is no telling how many spy satellites are currently orbiting over the Derna region. The official hotline of the Egyptian Embassy has also been flooded with calls, and various countries are eagerly looking for reasons to squeeze in.

It's just that the time is too short and there is no time to organize people to rush to the scene.

Now that the terrible sandstorm has begun to dissipate, we can send a large army into the rocky desert.

The yellow sand and smoke in the sky will disappear, and the air force will be able to rush to the battlefield without being restricted.

No matter what plans the governments of various countries are planning and what benefits they want to gain for their own countries, the most urgent task is to confirm the battle situation between Saint Jean and God Set.

"Quick, quick, quick, zoom in, zoom as close as possible!"

"Who will win and who will lose? Can the power of the Lord defeat the gods of Egypt once again?"

Seth discovers his inner female

This was the original title of the previous chapter.

In ancient Egyptian mythology, Set and Horus both wanted the other to discover their inner femininity.

Set attempted to use violence, while Horus deceived Set and tricked him into swallowing it.

With her big belly, Set discovered her inner femininity, lost all dignity in front of the Ennead Gods, and lost the qualification to compete for the throne of Egypt.

Chapter 391 Chapter 392 Beautiful Girl Onmyoji and Taishan Mansion Festival

"Pooh, pooh, pooh!"

A bald black man suddenly emerged from the sand, and then the reporter also jumped out of the sand, spitting out a mouthful of sand.

"The sandstorm created by Set has dissipated! This means that the angel has won! Long live the angel!"

The reporter was so overjoyed that he shook his companion's shoulders wildly to vent his inner ecstasy.

"My camera!"

But he was pushed away by the black photographer and dug in the sand with his hands.

More people crawled out from the yellow sand one after another. They were all on the periphery and were not affected much.

The survivors looked at the sky which was gradually becoming clear again and couldn't help crying for joy. They knelt down and thanked the Lord for his salvation.

Although the horrific sandstorm had dissipated, the Le Monde reporter team and Colonel Bastien and several foreign soldiers did not leave immediately, but bravely moved closer to the inside.

Several people have different thoughts.

Colonel Bastien was ordered by his superiors to find out the situation on the scene.

The reporter wanted to confirm Jeanne's safety out of his admiration for her and his fanatical belief in the Lord.

The black photographer wanted to make a big news.

However, the black photographer's camera was buried in the sand somewhere and could not be found for the time being.

Helplessly, the black photographer could only take out his mobile phone from his trouser leg as a substitute.

Professionalism is truly commendable.

They saw a sand pit in front of them, which seemed to be created by a meteorite impact. The diameter was over fifty meters. Although it was on relatively soft sand, its power still made them stare in amazement.

The bone forest originally created by the Dance of the Early Ferns has been razed to the ground, and white bone fragments can be seen occasionally on the sand.

A figure stood proudly and stubbornly in the center of the sand pit, its tall and straight figure like a willow in the desert.

"Lord Angel!"

The young reporter was overjoyed, and his anxious heart began to beat even faster.

Jeanne has recovered from the state of Curse 2, and her wings have been retracted into the Heavenly Seal.

She was now exhausted, her eyelids were too heavy to open, and the wounds on her body did not heal automatically like before. It was obvious that she had reached her limit.

"This is finally over..."

"Ah, what's the end?"

Jeanna's expression changed drastically. She turned her head and opened her eyes wide with a look of disbelief.

Half of an ugly dog's head floated in the air, with its mouth gaping and teeth gnashing, making a strange laugh.

"What, this is impossible!"

The reporter was stunned, then exclaimed:

"His entire body was blown up, and even his life charm Ankh was destroyed. How could Set still be resurrected?!"

Countless debris and gravel gathered from all directions, like clouds and fog, first filling half of Set's dog face.

As the dog's head swayed left and right, the part below the neck was repaired by the fragments at a speed visible to the naked eye. Soon, the burly and strong jackal-headed god appeared in front of everyone.

"True immortality."

Jeanna's pupils suddenly shrank and her heart was shocked.

She was very sure that the previous attack had completely shattered not only Anka but also Set's body into pieces. How could he be resurrected?

"Mortals always like to be clever. Do you think that destroying the Ankh will send me back to the underworld?"

Seth stepped on the sand, opened his bloody mouth, and grinned:

"But it was not the magic of Egypt that brought me back to life, but the strange magic of that foreign woman. The Ankh was just a trap I left on purpose. It was all in vain."

Seth stretched out his dog paw, pulled off his own dog's head, and held it in his hand.

"It's amazing!"

Even though his head and body were separated, Set kept chattering:

"This body of dust can be resurrected no matter how serious the injury is, and the divine power can be squandered as much as possible, but it is too fragile and cannot bear most of the power."

Seth lifted the head, put it on the neck again, and adjusted the direction a little bit by a little bit.

"What should I do with you next? Well, there are a few little flies."

Seeing that the situation was not good, the people at the edge of the sand pit were ready to run away.

But Seth beckoned his fingers, the air surged, and the storm swept several people into the bottom of the pit.

"Lord Angel, please think of a solution!"

"Wow, I don't want to die!"

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, their legs trembling, and they almost collapsed to the ground.

I'm sorry, I can't save you.

Jeanna sighed softly, with apology in her eyes.

She is now at the end of her strength. The curse has squeezed out all the power in her body. Now just standing here is very strenuous.

Moreover, Jeanna had already used all her strength. Even at her peak condition, she was helpless against this zombie that could not be beaten no matter how hard she punched it.

Unlimited resurrection is simply cheating, and there is nothing you can do about it.

However, there is still a chance to retreat.

Jeanne put her hands on her chest, bit her lips lightly, and blinked her eyes continuously.

It's just a pity that she can't save everyone...

"What's wrong? Are you speechless with fear?"

Seth bared his teeth, his eyes full of murderous intent, and howled:

"How dare you use Horus to mock me? Don't think you can die so easily!"

Ding.

At this moment, the clear and pleasant sound of bells came from the sky, and everyone, including Seth, couldn't help but look up.

ding ding ding-

A stunningly beautiful woman in a black hat and long sleeves came gracefully on the wind.

"Ms. Shion, why are you here?"

The reporter and the black photographer looked at each other in disbelief.

Although he had never seen Miss Shion's true face, the reporter still recognized her bright and beautiful eyes at first sight.

After the sandstorm, Shion disappeared, but now she appears here...

And judging from the way Miss Shion was dressed and the way she appeared, she was actually extraordinary?!

"Miko? No, it's Onmyoji."

Jeanne looked at the uninvited guest with a fixed gaze.

Although the visitor was a woman, with white hair like a waterfall and slightly purple eyes, she was wearing a snow-white hunting robe and a standing hat, a typical Japanese Onmyoji's attire.

A small and exquisite purple bell hung from her collar.

Aster?

Could the other foreign woman Seth mentioned be her?

As expected, when Set saw Shion, his expression changed drastically and he roared:

"Outlander woman, this is totally different from what we agreed on!"

"What's the difference? Haven't you returned from the underworld to the human world?"

Shion raised a brow and chuckled.

"But you didn't say that with such a body of dust, not only can the thirsty throat and hungry stomach not be satisfied, but even the strength can only be exerted to this extent!" Seth said angrily.

"This is also the first time that I have used this Yin-Yang technique outside of Japan. There is still a slight difference between the underworld in foreign countries and the underworld in Japan."

Miss Yin Yang Master disagreed, glanced at Jeanna again, and then said as if nothing had happened:

"Even if it's just a trial work, according to my calculations, it should be able to exert 10% of your strength in your previous life. How come you can't even beat a transcendent who relied on secret techniques to advance to the Quasi-Shadow level?"

"Quasi-shadow? What quasi-shadow?"

Seth was stunned.

"Tsk, the ancient god who fell before the end of the Age of Gods didn't even know the level of Kage. It's really hard to communicate with him."

Shion smacked her lips, her beautiful eyes filled with disdain.

Jeanna pursed her lips and looked at the mysterious Onmyoji named Shion and Set, her eyes flashing.

Shadow-level strongmen are the honorific titles given to powerful supernatural beings who can project their power into the lower world after the end of the Age of Gods. Their strength is enough to rival that of gods.