I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

Only Scathach and Durin looked at each other with strange expressions, and they could see each other's speechlessness from their eyes.

This figure appeared, and there was that angry voice, there was no need to guess who it was.

"Nitocris..." Du Lin had a delicate expression.

"Why did you call me? Don't you little child think that I'm here to help you." The deafening voice came from the sky, and Nitocris said unhappily.

Da Vinci pondered: "Nitocris... this should be the pharaoh of the Sixth Dynasty of Egypt, right? She also has a legend about the 'Goddess of Magic'. But how did the little brother of the director become acquainted with her?"

This question also aroused the confusion of Matthew and others around him. Du Lin didn't respond, and Scathach replaced him with the answer: "We were helped by her when we entered the Great Temple of the Sun King."

This 'help' is the essence... Da Vinci temporarily suppressed the gossip in his heart: "So... this time the target is the director or Lancelot?"

Although the female pharaoh opened her mouth to arrest Lancelot, she acted rashly because the desert domain did not want to be disturbed by the Holy Lance.

But the Holy Lance just now could cause huge consumption to both them and Lancelot, but she shot it.

Obviously, this is not the kind of cool follower who says 'I am the only one who can kill you'. After a little thought, Da Vinci showed a playful look: "Miss Olga is expecting to give birth now... ..."

Du Lin spread his hands helplessly: "It's not what you think, Da Vinci."

He pretended to be cute in front of Nitocris once and tricked this woman into stealing the lower body of her boss Osmandis and the Holy Grail. No matter how innocent and good-tempered the female pharaoh would be, she would be angry.

What's more, Du Lin was not confident enough to let this female pharaoh lick everything she wanted.

Her purpose...

Du Lin subconsciously looked at a large bag tightly tied with a rope at his feet. Nitocris's purpose for them was probably only the contents.

"No matter what, her purpose is hostile to us." Du Lin pondered.

"The little brother of the director may make a sacrifice. This is the intuition of a genius..."

"Stop joking, Da Vinci." Du Lin's face darkened, and he ignored her.

Leaving Nitocris hostility aside.

Du Lin looked at the sky solemnly: "Why is she so big?"

"It may be the product of concept crystallization! Possessed by a puppet that can control consciousness, or the pure faith of the residents of this desert. Brother, you should have never encountered a monster in the desert. Residents, right? When we came here, we already encountered several desert villages that rely on temples to inhabit.”

The sky giant 'Nitocris' was surprised when he heard this sound.

Naturally, she would not take the initiative to explain.

But just by observing her body, she was able to guess it.

That's right, this is an accommodating power taken from the treasure house of Pharaoh's gift, and it can be regarded as the personification of this desert.

Of course, it still belongs to the existence of golem in essence, but now she is far away from another distance, attaching consciousness to this infinitely expanding golem.

"It seems that there are not easy characters on your side. Durin Gordo."

"Hasn't Osmandis come?" Durin said with a smile.

Although there was no sense of irony, the female pharaoh still felt her breathing fluctuate when she heard this sound, and the two huge planets visibly trembled in the sky. Nitocris suppressed her anger and said: "This time the pharaoh will not appear. Here, but the pharaoh's dark night sun ship (Mesektet) is accompanying him, and the subjects and natural forces gathered in this desert will all be used by me under the authority of the pharaoh."

"Oh?"

Nitocris said dissatisfiedly: "I'm already very angry. It's not long after the incident in the temple, and you have already mixed up with the lackeys of the Lion King.

Durin Gordo, based on your intrusion into the temple, your disrespect to the king, and your rebellious act of taking refuge in the Lion King... No, you have no chance to speak.

Give an ultimatum for the last time—hand over what belongs to the king, and leave this desert to forget the past! "

Did this kind of thing, just expulsion?

The 'running dog' Lancelot glanced at Du Lin and sighed, "I'm a little envious of your popularity with women."

Several master candidates also voted to Du Lin, "Mr. Director, you really have an affair with her, right?" ' gaze.

"I've said it all, that's not the case." Du Lin shook his head speechlessly.

He slowly picked up the lower body that belonged to Osmandis on the ground, looked up at the sky and responded solemnly: "Queen Nitocris, if you want this, it is not impossible, but the premise is that we arrive in the desert." At the junction, this thing can be handed over to you."

Nitocris thought for a few seconds, and then flatly refused: "No, I won't be fooled by your trick anymore."

"Well, what's in it?" Da Vinci asked curiously.

She didn't ask Durin, but asked Skaha beside Durin.

Scatha responded in a nonchalant manner: "It's the second half of Osmandis..."

Nitocris looked at Lancer in astonishment, and quickly said: "[The second half minute]... That's right, I only give you 30 seconds to think about it, after 30 seconds, I won't listen to your request anymore."

The deafening voice directly interrupted Skaha's words, and the storm in the desert blew up, mixed with high-decibel sounds, making everyone standing still and covering their ears and covering their faces.

Nitocris's voice was like the fury of the storm. She only needed to increase the decibel a little bit, and at such a close range, it would be a mixed attack of sonic attack and storm attack for Du Lin and others.

After a while, Nitocris breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a few extremely solemn faces.

Huh... finally stopped the conversation.

The Sun King lost his lower body in his temple or something...

If the forces of the Lion King hear about it, I’m afraid they’ll laugh their ass off. The proud Sun King probably won’t have the face to live in the world. These are just a huge influence on face, and it will actually trigger the general attack of the Lion King’s Knights of the Round Table.

"All in all, Durin Gordo. Hand over the things first, and then you can leave this desert! I guarantee it on the honor of the queen of this desert." Nitocris said loudly.