Lu Jun cast a glance at the white lotus Nan Rongni and could guess what she was thinking.
Joking aside, Ye Xinxia's father was the Holy Son of the Parthenon Temple. Did her talent even need to be questioned? As for background, it utterly crushed the so-called Nan Rong family.
It wasn't strange for the Parthenon to appear here. After all, the temple was located in Greece, in the Mediterranean region, possessing high prestige and influence at the intersection of Asia, Africa, and Europe.
Egypt was included within that sphere and had always shown great respect toward the Parthenon.
Now that Pushini faced a crisis, the temple naturally dispatched its mages to provide reinforcement.
By comparison, China, because of civilizational differences, had never received much help internationally. Neither the Parthenon, the Holy City, nor the Hunter Union—three of the great free organizations—paid much attention to Nine Provinces, and none had sent support there.
"East and West, the gap is just too wide!"
Lu Jun sighed. In the magical dimension, Nine Provinces was even shackled by the Dubai Magic Association of Asia.
While Mo Fan and Xin Xia were sharing their affectionate reunion, the rest had already inquired into what had happened in Pushini. A mirage of a pyramid had projected itself ten kilometers outside the city, triggering an Undead calamity.
"You've got to be kidding me." Mo Fan, returning just in time to hear this, asked in astonishment, "How can a mirage have any real power?"
Jiang Yu shook his head and explained, "Egypt is teeming with Undead, but its Undead aren't the same as those from the Ancient Capital. They revolve around the pyramids."
"The pyramids are the tombs of the ancient Egyptian pharaohs. Pharaohs were essentially the most powerful slave masters of ancient Egypt, rulers who held the power of life and death over everyone. Their authority was boundless, and even in death they demanded countless souls to guard them."
"So they used their tombs, the pyramids, as the center of a curse, granting rebirth to all who were buried with them or who died nearby, forcing them to guard their pyramids forever."
Mo Fan keenly grasped the key point. "So, the Undead of Egypt only move within the territories surrounding the pyramids? That's actually not so bad! As long as cities are built away from those territories, they won't interfere with each other."
Jiang Yu replied, "That's exactly what Egypt has always done. Their cities are basically all far removed from the ranges of any pyramid."
Mo Fan was baffled. "Then what does that have to do with a mirage?"
Jiang Yu said solemnly, "A mirage is the only natural phenomenon that can cause the phantom of a pyramid to appear in another place."
"Wait, aren't mirages supposed to be fake…"
Mo Fan spoke, then suddenly froze mid-sentence.
Lu Jun took over, smiling as he explained, "Mirages are fake, yes. We humans can tell the difference. But the Undead can't. In life they were slaves to the pharaohs, and in death their instincts still compel them to servilely guard the pyramids."
"If a mirage falls over a barren wasteland, it's not a problem. The Undead gather there, and once the illusion fades they disperse again."
"But if it lands over a densely populated city, a huge crisis breaks out. Undead flood in from all directions without end. They won't think humans are the rightful owners of this place, but instead believe we've invaded the Pharaoh's territory, offending his dignity."
"They'll fight humans to the death."
Cold sweat poured from Mo Fan's forehead. After a long silence he sighed, "Humans really don't have it easy."
Throughout this world journey, his horizons had broadened. He realized every country had its own stubborn, immovable hidden dangers.
Meanwhile, Lu Jun recalled the Dimensional Triangular Mirror. In the magical dimension, mirages weren't just a matter of scientific light refraction, but were influenced by magical factors. The root cause was the powder of a counterfeit Triangular Chaos Mirror, dispersed into the air of Egypt.
So once a mirage appeared, it would linger for a long time.
Then a bold thought struck him—could he use the Dimensional Triangular Mirror to twist the mirage projection somewhere else?
That way, a war could be avoided, sparing countless lives.
But Lu Jun dismissed the idea. First, he hadn't fully mastered the Dimensional Triangular Mirror. If he made a mistake and projected the pyramid into the city itself, it would be catastrophic.
Secondly, a twisted projection wouldn't disappear—it would still persist. It was better to rely on the Egyptian military's specialized equipment to erase the mirage altogether.
Besides, he was wary of Cold Prince discovering that he was the one behind it all. That would put him at a disadvantage.
The China National Team proceeded to the military camp of Pushini City to pay respects to the commander of the army resisting the pyramid's Undead.
Staff Officer Fenna was a female mage over forty, exuding the sharp and capable air of a battle-hardened veteran. Her eyes were deep as she swept them over the national team members, before stating sternly, "You will follow the unit immediately. The Poisoned Golden Mummies will be left to you."
The [Poisoned Golden Mummies] were a type of mummy imbued with venom, the greatest threat to the army. Their poison was insidious, and the wounds they caused were extremely difficult to heal.
More than ten of them, like ducks driven onto a perch, had barely arrived at Pushini City and had not even caught a single breath before being thrust directly onto the battlefield.
Clang!
The army marched out in great force, thousands of mages arrayed in phalanxes, their steps firm as they advanced toward the wilderness beyond the city.
As soon as they exited the city, the group witnessed a shocking scene: upon a hilly terrain that rose and fell like rolling waves, a golden structure stood tall, gleaming with a peculiar brilliance beneath the sunlight!
The scorching sun was radiant, casting warmth and comfort upon the city itself. Yet for some inexplicable reason, once the sunlight passed into the domain of the pyramid, it became eerie and chilling. It was as though even the sunlight had changed color because of the pyramid's existence—ghastly pale, tinged with a sinister purple!
This pyramid was immense and magnificent, towering several dozen meters high, visible clearly even from a great distance.
"Phew~" Jiang Yu let out a long sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, this time the mirage we encountered was only of the lowest grade. Otherwise, we'd truly have to march into battle prepared to die."
Hearing this, Mo Fan was startled. "Pyramids have grades?"
"Of course they do," Jiang Yu replied speechlessly. "There are ninety-three pyramids scattered across Egypt, each ranked by size into different levels of calamity. Even the weakest of them holds several Monarch Undead standing guard. And as for the largest, it is undoubtedly the Great Pyramid of Khufu."
"There, it is very likely that Emperor-level creatures dwell, and Pharaoh Khufu himself has been listed as one of the Seven Great Fiendish Overlords of Africa."
Mo Fan then asked in puzzlement, "Wait a minute, I remember that undead could only move under cover of night. How are they acting so freely in broad daylight?"
"You are unaware of this."
Lu Jun interjected: "The pyramid emanates its own Underworld Radiance. Within the domain illuminated by this radiance, it is equivalent to eternal night, allowing the undead to move unhindered."
When it came to understanding the undead, no one surpassed Lu Jun, the so-called "Undead Emperor."
The moment he stepped onto the battlefield, he immediately sensed the dense aura of curses and death. Within his spiritual world, the black-and-crimson Cursed Star River began to surge into activity, while the ancient King's Robe and Armor trembled violently, greedily absorbing the resentment and curse energy strewn across the battlefield.
His Curse Element's breakthrough to High-Tier, Level 3 was just around the corner.
At the same time, Lu Jun's eyes burned as they swept across the mountains and plains filled with undead. The chance of these undead yielding Soul Essences was exceptionally high. At last, it was time to harvest a great wave of essences.
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