The elder looked as if he was dead: "The subordinates were not doing their jobs properly, so they could be punished."

"If you think of your clone technique that brings me back from the dead, you will be exempted from punishment." The Pharaoh said to the Great Elder, "Tell me what the current state of the superpower world is."

The Great Elder couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and hurriedly introduced: "At present, there are many powerful and mysterious sects around the world, such as the Holy Huaxia, the Knights Templar, the Xunshan Cultivation Society, the Falcon, the Round Table Knights, the Gods Guard, the Siberian Star, the Phoenix Fire, the Yasukuni Soul, etc."

Pharaoh was ambitious: "I want to rule the world and let the world's hermits become my people."

The elder clasped his fists with his hands and his head sagged slightly: "Master Pharaoh, I am willing to help you."

"First get rid of the Falcons, expand their strength, then slowly erode the rest of the organization, and finally take the entire world into his pocket."

"yes!"

"Let the fire of war burn, it can illuminate the darkness and let my light shine in the world."

After the Pharaoh said that, his figure disappeared from the secret room and appeared on the wide golden chair in the hall. The four guards stood beside each other, smiling carefully, like wooden sculptures.

In the secret room, the Great Elder browsed: "The Pharaoh's skills are still so incredible."

The wizard Jiweier walked a few steps, walked to the elder's side, and couldn't wait to ask, "When will Zhuoya be back."

"Jiweier, have you put all the words of Pharaoh just now?"

Jiweier fought a cold war: "I dare not."

"The most important thing now is to swallow the falcon. Your little niece, her task is to obtain the veins of heaven and earth. Now that the pharaoh has awakened, she has no value to us anymore and does not need to care too much."

Although Jiwei was dissatisfied, he did not dare to say a word.

"Prepare, we will go to war soon."

"yes."

Not long after, the Great Elder led Jiweier and the four personal guards of the Pharaoh to leave the palace, soaring in the sky, and heading straight for the distant sky.

Their next stop, the United States, Falcon Base Camp.

The United States is in a gray building in the suburbs of a state in Linhai.

From the outside, there is no difference between buildings and ordinary buildings, and it even lacks a distinct modern atmosphere.

However, at the entrance of the building, there were security personnel carrying guns and ammunitions, implying that the units inside were extraordinary.

That's right, this is the base camp of the famous hermit sect Falcon.

Unlike other sects of the Secret Cultivation, Falcon was previously one of the country's mysterious ultimate armed forces. He had participated in World War II and flexibly exerted extremely powerful combat power. Therefore, until now, it is still secretly supported by relevant departments.

Because of this, compared with other sects of the cultivating sects, falcons are more like flowers in greenhouses and become relatively fragile. Compared with the pyramids, the sacred Huaxia, etc., the combat power of superpowers is greatly reduced, and can only be compensated by modern weapons.

Falcons usually have the strongest combat effectiveness of "Eagle King", which has three teams, namely: assassination group, assault group and biochemical group. The biochemical group that previously cooperated with Ling's group for genetic experiments was the biochemical group.

The assassination of Li Fei on the plane came from the assassination team.

At this moment, in the building headquarters office, the Eagle King was listening to the report of the assassination team.

The Eagle King is an old male man in his sixties with deep eyes as a shadow sculpture. He sat on the seat, with a falcon with wings spreading on the wall behind him. His fierceness and courage are the symbol of the organization.

In front of him, a young cultivator said cautiously: "The mission of assassinating Li Fei failed and the entire army was wiped out."

The Eagle King's face twitched unconsciously, and his disappointed expression was fully revealed.

The dignified sect of cultivating was defeated by a Chinese scoundrel twice in a row.

This is the shame of the falcon, a century of shame that cannot be erased.

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman with short brown and yellow hair and oval face pushed the door open, walking in a hurry and looking anxious.

She is a prophet, Bingji.

"Chief, we need to retreat immediately."

"Why?"

Although the Eagle King is not clear about what happened, it is not difficult to guess from the expressions of his subordinates that the situation is serious.

He couldn't help asking again: "Can Li Fei come here to chase him?"

This seems unlikely. A Chinese boy does not have such great skills.

Bingji handed the two hand-painted paintings to the Eagle King: "There will be a great enemy."

One painting shows the scene of the pharaoh awakening in the tomb chamber.

Another painting depicts a building collapsed, which is the building where they are.

"Pharaoh is resurrected from the dead!"

The Eagle King was shocked without feeling that he seemed to see his mortal enemy whom he was quite afraid of.

"Yes, the Pyramids also rebounded strongly, and their strength was about to come with ambitions."

The Eagle King was incredible: "It was extremely difficult to revive the Pharaoh and it required a very special method. I didn't expect that after so many years, he still woke up."

"And the first target he chose was us."

"The United States and AJ countries have good relations, but they didn't expect that the Pharaoh would make such a choice."

"He doesn't care about these things because of his cruelty and arrogance. His ambition is to conquer the world and rule all mankind." Bingji changed his breath and continued, "And what we have to do now is to evacuate from here immediately and preserve our strength."

The Eagle King shook his head: "This is absolutely impossible. Before he saw the enemy, he escaped in front of the battle. This is the shame of the Falcon."

"There is a well-known saying in China: Keep the green mountains and there is no need to worry about burning firewood. The leader, we don't need to be so stubborn. Although future misfortunes have been predicted, it is still time to avoid them now."

Bingji persuaded anxiously, and a scene appeared in her mind: the building collapsed with a bang, and the surrounding area was filled with dust and smoke. Wherever she saw, there were war, ruins, corpses and panicked humans scattered everywhere. After a moment, a sense of tension that had never been seen before was overwhelmed by her heart.

The Eagle King suddenly asked: "Bingji, I want to figure out one thing, is there any pharaoh among the hermits who came this time?"

"Nothing." Bingji shook her head, "but led by the Great Elder."

"Then there is no need to worry." The Eagle King breathed a sigh of relief. What he was most worried about was the arrival of the Pharaoh himself.

Then, he ordered: "Every team will be ready to face the enemy."

Seeing that the Eagle King had made up his mind, Bingji was not inconvenient to say anything more, but instead stepped down to prepare.

Because of her ability as a prophet, Bingji's position in the falcon is particularly important, and many strategic deployments are arranged by her personally.

She had already anticipated the forward route of the pyramid teachings, so she decisively ordered her subordinates to take precise attack measures.

At the flower beds around the headquarters building, the dark brown lawns suddenly moved slowly to both sides, revealing dark holes.
Chapter completed!