Chapter 250. Shrimp and Pork Heart

"In the underworld, there is only one king." Pharaoh Khufu said coldly to Qin Jun.

"I know that there are quite a few guys still alive, and they need to surrender one by one." White Khufu continued.

The underworld needs to be unified, otherwise it will never be able to compete with an existence like the Dark King, let alone compete with the truly living Ocean Emperors.

"You are like a clown. You are not worthy to be the emperor of the underworld." Qin Jun said indifferently.

The reason why he did not continue to take action was mainly because this was the territory of Daxia.

Break up the chaotic battlefield. If the fighting continues, it will only destroy the northern border.

This is not something Qin Jun is willing to do.

There was an ugly look on Khufu's face. Egypt's corpse preservation skills were among the best in the world. He didn't look much different from when he was alive.

However, Qin Jun is a living person, not a real dead person, so there is nothing to envy.

Khufu was so excited that he wanted to fight back. Once the counterattack was successful, the emperor would be defeated by him, and the army of the underworld would counterattack the ancient capital of the dead, completely turning the tide of the war. But if that happened, it didn't seem to make much sense, and it would be difficult for him to see the scene he wanted.
"I'm very fortunate that there is still an old monster like me in the world. The mysterious East really made my trip worthwhile." Khufu said.

"Are you looking for a suitable excuse for your cowardice?" Although Qin Jun did not intend to continue fighting, he naturally would not indulge the other party.

"War is never rushed. This fertile land, this land full of heroic spirits will eventually belong to me, Khufu!" said Khufu.

After a long speech, Khufu called upon the golden ancient boat and chose to return to the pyramid.

While falling, Khufu turned around and took a look at the armored emperor.

However, he found that Qin Jun had no fluctuations at all.
The golden boat kept descending back to the top of the pyramid, and the light of the underworld was obviously dimmed because of his avoidance of battle. Khufu would naturally not admit that he had voluntarily retreated. He used those bewitching words to tell his people that they would come again!

The army of the underworld began to withdraw. They surged out from the dark land of the pyramid like a tide, and receded as quickly as the tide. The majestic and solemn pyramid gradually faded with the disappearance of the light coordinates.

Qin Jun sneered and did not continue to expand the victory. Instead, he looked at the direction where Khufu retreated and said with a sneer: "We will meet again in the underworld in a year."

With the defeat of the Egyptian dead, the Pyramid of Khufu disappeared, and the Fangba Plain returned to its original...it can no longer be said to be its original appearance, because the Fangba Plain had long since changed beyond recognition.

The undead in the ancient capital began to slowly dissipate. They had won this mighty war. They did not need to rejoice in this land of living people. Returning to their own territory, they could naturally rejoice for a long, long time!
Qin Jun fell back on the body of the Mountain Corpse. The Mountain Corpse seemed to be still unsatisfied with the fight and was roaring in the direction where the pyramid disappeared, seemingly cursing the Sphinx, the cowardly old dog.

The Sphinx would probably be so angry that its body would explode, but they were the losing side, so what was the point of being angry?
At this time, Queen Jiuyou came here with Leng Jue.

Watching the Egyptian undead fleeing like a tide and Khufu's huge body gradually disappearing in the chaos, Leng Jue's mentality completely exploded.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his facial muscles were twisted out of shape due to extreme anger and unwillingness. His once confident expression was now replaced by despair and disbelief. He never thought that the situation would develop to this point. Leng Jue's body trembled involuntarily, his hands clenched into fists, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, but he felt no pain at all. A low roar came from his throat, like a wounded beast.

"How could this happen! How could this happen!" He kept muttering to himself, his voice full of inability to accept reality. He had always thought that he was in control of everything, that Khufu and the Egyptian dead would bring him victory and glory, but at this moment, the scene before him ruthlessly shattered his fantasy.

Leng Jue's eyes swept back and forth between the fleeing dead and the receding figure of Khufu, his heart filled with anger and resentment. He hated Khufu's desertion, the cowardice and incompetence of the Egyptian dead, and even more so his own powerlessness.

His chest was rising and falling violently, and his breathing was rapid and disordered. Every breath seemed to be in great pain, and the anger in his heart almost burned him out.

Looking at the furious Cardinal Leng Jue, Qin Jun killed him without mercy.

Qin Jun raised a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of contempt, and said coldly: "Leng Jue, look at your miserable appearance now. Your so-called grand cause is nothing but a bubble. Khufu and those undead you rely on are nothing but a mob."

When Leng Jue heard this, his body shook violently, and he glared at Qin Jun angrily, gritting his teeth and saying, "Don't be complacent, Qin Jun! This is not over yet!"

Qin Jun sneered and continued, "Not yet? What else can you do? Do you think you can still control the situation? You are wrong. From the beginning, you have been a clown, overestimating your own abilities and trying to challenge a force that you cannot reach."

Leng Jue's expression became even darker, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white, "Qin Jun, I won't let you go!"

Qin Jun didn't care. "You won't let me go? Think about how you can escape this ruin first. Everything you pursued has vanished. Oh, and I don't plan to keep you."

Hearing that Qin Jun wanted to kill him, Leng Jue panicked. He was a cardinal of the Holy See! He still had a bright future, how could he die here?
Leng Jue's eyes were filled with fear and panic, his body trembled unconsciously, and his original proud attitude had long since disappeared. "No, no, you can't kill me, Qin Jun!"

His voice was trembling and pleading.

Leng Jue's mind quickly flashed back to his past glory and status, the images of him being admired and respected by everyone. He thought of his various powers and status in the Church, the days when he could call the shots.

"I have made so many contributions to the Holy See, and I still have an unfinished mission. I can't die like this!" Leng Jue's voice became more and more urgent.

His eyes wandered around, looking for a possible chance to escape, but everything around him seemed to be pushing him into a desperate situation.

"Qin Jun, as long as you let me go, I can give you anything you want, wealth, power, and even the secrets of the Holy See!" Leng Jue threw out all kinds of temptations desperately.

However, Qin Jun's expression remained indifferent, and he was not moved by his words at all.

Leng Jue's heart sank little by little, and despair began to spread in his heart.

"Is it really over like this? My future, my dream..." Leng Jue muttered to himself, his eyes gradually becoming empty.

"puff!!!"

The next moment, he turned directly into blood mist.
A red-robed man of the Vatican who knew that he was the "ancient king" actually wanted to live?
What an irony.
(End of this chapter)