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"What? What did the bosses get us? 20 power armors!?"

Nearing evening, Brother Wu Miao, who had just returned from a feast in the "Food Street" of Ptolemy City and was leisurely picking his teeth, received the latest news from Brother Bang.

The Red Knight's first reaction was to draw his weapon, look around, and say vigilantly:
"So, the bosses actually robbed the Songhai people, right? Will the Pharaoh's guards rush out to attack us soon? Ha, I knew it. What a stupid birthday celebration and what a damn banquet. How can the plot with Lord Murphy participating be so relaxing and enjoyable?
Although the bosses' actions were a bit reckless, we took the deal for the huge reward of 20 sets of power armor!
Do we need to gather our brothers and escort the big guys out?
no problem!
I’ll shake the man.”

"Your train of thought is so bizarre that I can't tell whether you are deliberately doing this for show effect or not."

Bang Ge curled his lips, explained the whole story, and finally commented with a sigh:
"We fought hard to defeat the Black Scourge, and with the help of Lord Murphy, we barely managed to get a damaged power armor, which we had to repair ourselves before we could use it. But the big guys came here and just casually held a technology sharing seminar. After a few words, 20 of the current version of the ultimate force were presented to us by the Songhai people.

Case solved!
As expected, the Mechanic is the answer to this version.

The reason I told you this is because Lao Qin just came to me and he wants to select a driver for the power armor as soon as possible."

"Ha! What's so picky about that?"

Brother Wu Miao patted his chest and said:
"Wouldn't it be enough to just let the top 20 players in the martial arts rankings each receive one?"

"If it's a power armor with genuine programs, there's no problem with this selection, but the problem now is that the things we have are all using pirated control programs written at home, you know?"

Bang Ge sighed and said:

"The black technology of the mental perception framework alone is impossible to master now, which means that operating the power armor requires a certain foundation in mechanical engineering. Many of the previous AI-assisted functions cannot be activated now.

If you send a group of people who only know how to wield knives, there is a high probability that they won't even be able to start the game.

I just tried it.

The startup process is too complicated, and there are too many data to observe when operating the operation, and ordinary people can't handle it. "

"So?"

Just by hearing this description, Wu Miao knew that he would most likely not be able to use the power armor. He was immediately disappointed and asked again:
"Who on earth can make a big tree stand upright on the ground? Let me guess, Brother Zhongcheng and his gang can definitely do it."

"Ah."

Bang Ge nodded and said:

“The Loyal Hymn Guild can select ten people, and the remaining ten people must be recruited from the players.

I have already notified the ace crew of Hell Tiger, Fatty Mouse and Iron Leopard to come to the Place of Origin as soon as possible. The three of them are former armored soldiers and have special vehicle driving licenses in real life. There is also a Pink Pear who is also an experienced driver.

The remaining people will have to be selected by the guild leaders, and quickly!
Get people together as soon as possible to be selected. The bosses said that these 20 power armors are just the beginning. As their cooperation with the Songhai people deepens, new armors will be in place once they start repairing the damaged power armors for the Pharaoh.

They have all made arrangements with the Songhai people.

For every six we help them fix, we get one as royalties for our intellectual property.

So, now we are not short of power armor, but short of people!"

"Hey, what's the point of all this trouble?"

Wumiao brother tilted his head and thought about it, then suggested to Bang brother:

"Ordinary players don't have the professional skills to drive this kind of thing, so why not let Master Qin select the best armored soldier from the active soldiers to drive it? We can do it in one step.

I know what you are thinking, but since there will be more exciting stuff coming out later, ordinary players don't need to worry at all. It won't be too late for us to join in after these big guys come up with a set of "Power Armor Driving Manual".

And as far as I know, several guilds, including our Big Bird Group, have ordered "Secondary Power Armor" from the Mechanicus. That kind of thing is obviously more in line with the players' knowledge and operation level.

Finally, the most important point is, how to calculate the ownership?
Does it belong to us once we give it to you?

Or does the ownership belong to Lord Murphy, and we only have the right to rent it?"

“I haven’t thought about this yet.”

Bang Ge looked at Wu Miao Ge and said:

"Do you have any ideas?"

"My suggestion is to use the second one."

Brother Wu Miao had obviously considered this question, and without any hesitation, he said directly:

“Even if ordinary players get the power armor, they can’t afford the repair costs. If they knew that Lord Murphy was selling standard energy batteries at such a shady price, they would probably directly refuse such cool stuff.

That thing is much more exciting than a mortgage or a car loan.

There's nothing we can do. Who doesn't want cool stuff? But our wallets are empty, so we have to leave it to the NPCs for daily maintenance, and we can just rent it when needed.

Besides, we have no way of guaranteeing that this thing will not be snatched away by the thieves in the evening.
It is better to keep this kind of important war equipment in a unified place."

"Yes, that makes sense. I will discuss it with Mr. Qin right away."

Bang Ge nodded and said:

“But the guilds can’t stop recruiting reserve pilots!

Judging from the current situation, the development team probably intends to integrate power armor into the plot as an experience unit in this DLC. If this trend continues, when the next DLC actually arrives, power armor will no longer be a rare thing.

Without enough pilots, it is impossible to unleash the combat effectiveness of this thing.

Once the bosses have taken care of the Solar Ship, Brother Zhongcheng and his gang will have to stay on the Solar Ship as maintenance and technology officers, and a lot of vacancies will be vacated at that time.

Therefore, I think Transia's 'ODST' force should be formed now. The configuration of power armor + solar ship is very suitable for rapid response and thunder strike.

This will be the newest and most exaggerated "War Hammer" in Lord Murphy's hands, and we will be the sharpest knife."

"Zhao! This force breakthrough is really rapid. Yesterday, I was still playing with the knife, and today I am airborne on the track. This DLC really gave us a big job. It's really exciting."

Brother Wu Miao rubbed his hands together and praised repeatedly, then ran happily to share the good news with his brothers. The recruitment post posted by Master Qin, saying "Power armor is unsalable! Please help us", became the hot post of the day on the forum after it was sent out.

After seeing the "seller's show" picture in the post which showed ten majestic and solemn power armors lined up in a row, the entire forum was in an uproar.

Those who had connections signed up immediately, but unfortunately 99% were rejected.

The rigid requirements of "Master's degree or above in mechanical major", "technician-level benchwork qualification certificate", "pilot license" or "special vehicle driver's license" are enough to make most players return home disappointed, but it surprised Yansang of the Big Bird Group.

Because he happens to be a pilot! Although he has been training students to fly pesticide-spreading aircraft in recent years, he still has the old skills of flying civil aviation.

This shy old man never thought that there would be a day in his life when he would be able to join the Hell's Elite and drive a power armor.

Damn, it brings honor to the family.
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While the players were conducting the first "Ace Pilot" selection, in the high-rise area of ​​Palace Hill, in the "Imperial Scenery Palace" where the Pharaoh received foreign guests, tonight's welcome dinner was being held as scheduled.

When Murphy, Tracey and Adele entered the hall, they saw the famous desert dance of the Songhai Empire being performed in the magnificent and desert-themed venue.

Dancing as a form of entertainment is found everywhere, but the Songhai people's desert dance is clearly unique, not only because of its exaggerated, gorgeous and historical performance style, but also because these charming dancers dancing in front of the guests are not human beings.

Well, literally.

These are the "Mummy Dancers" or "Mummy Brides" from the Church of the Dead Moon.

A kind of superior undead. Although they are called mummies, these undead are not covered with rune cloth like the little mummies. They appear in the posture of normal women, but their skin has a strange bluish-white color in addition to the blue.

However, their dancing postures were not stiff at all. Instead, because they were undead, they could perform many strange postures that living people could not.

"Enjoy it."

Trish took a glass of wine from the waiter next to her and said to Murphy and Adele:

"These desert dancers usually stay in the underworld to perform for the kings of the underworld. Unless it is a distinguished guest or a major festival, even the nobles of the Songhai people rarely see such a large-scale performance, but you'd better not harass these mummy dancers. Desert dancers are at the top of the list of assassins in the underworld, and they are the 'Hands of Shadow' that every pharaoh of the underworld wants.

Each of these dancers has the fighting capacity of a senior silver warrior, while the six lead dancers are real golden undead. Their skilled and ruthless desert assassin style, as well as their strange undead magic, are enough to punish those who do not follow the rules.

The current performance should be the chapter of "Mamluk Rebellion" in history, and we may be able to see the most authentic Hades War Dance in a while.

It was a real visual and auditory feast.”

"The Hades War Dance? The one that Nefertari danced outside of Xike City?"

Murphy asked curiously. The knowledgeable Tris curled her lips and said:

“The dancing of that little girl is just amateur level, not as good as those professional dancers. But I heard that her grandmother is the most famous socialite in the underworld and the most outstanding mummy dancer in history.

I just don’t know if I’ll have the chance to meet him this time.”

"I remember you seem to be able to dance this way."

Murphy whispered:
“It was specially made for me before.”

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"Shut up!"

Tris snorted, glared at the outspoken Murphy, then walked towards the wolf girl with a glass of wine. King Louis' two wives were also there. Princess Chuchut and Princess Friel were also members of this "Ladies' Salon".

"Does the master like to watch this kind of dance?"

Adele said:

“I can learn it, too.”

"Well, of course, learning more skills is never a bad thing."

Murphy smiled and raised his glass to greet the Lord and Prince Bai who were enjoying the singing and dancing in front of them, and then took Adele to appreciate the palace which was decorated with various Songhai cultural relics.

He is very interested in the origins of the Songhai people's civilization and plans to use these cultural relics to explore the past.

Don't forget that Murphy also has a side job as a "prehistoric historian."

However, before the Vampire Governor could take a closer look at the artifacts that were said to be left over from the Golden Age, he saw Crown Prince Khufu hurried over.

"You look so exhausted, did you just come back from the front line?"

Murphy asked:

"I heard from Princess Fulier that you have been leading the Sand Sea Guards to guard the Wraith Abyss front since you returned to the empire. How is the battle situation there?"

"That is my duty, Lord Murphy."

His Highness Khufu was indeed a little exhausted. Compared with his previous demeanor, he now looked exhausted. He rubbed his shoulders and whispered:
"The seal is generally stable. The five core chapters of the Church of the Dead Moon are all there. Although some dead bodies have moved around the periphery of the Wrathful Abyss, the core seal is still intact. The main reason is that the Origin Vanguard needs to take on the responsibility of holding the line, so it cannot be moved lightly.

But with General Bhopal in charge there, it wouldn't be a big problem for me to leave temporarily.

lets change a topic.

Please follow me!
Your father is waiting for you at the foot of the Great Pyramid of Issus."

"Ok?"

Murphy blinked immediately at the invitation.

As perceptive as he was, he had roughly guessed the reason why the Pharaoh invited him tonight, so he did not refuse. He put the wine glass in his hand on the table, and followed Crown Prince Khufu through a secret corridor to leave the bustling Imperial Hall. Murphy felt a little regretful when he walked out.

The music behind me was changing. Apparently, the "Mummy Dance Troupe" was about to perform the legendary War Dance of the Underworld. Unfortunately, it seemed that I was not having good luck today.

But business matters.

He followed Khufu to the top of the palace mountain. The great golden tower of Issus stood on the top of the mountain in the dark, emitting golden light like a lamp that could not be ignored at night. Its location was the highest point in the entire Issus Delta.

In other words, no matter where you are in this area, you can see this pyramid.

It is truly a wonder of the empire and a true regional landmark building.

In the past, fully armed Sand Sea guards would stand guard and patrol around this pyramid, which symbolizes the Songhai civilization, and no one was allowed to approach it at will.

But tonight those sentries were removed, apparently because Pharaoh did not want what happened here today to be known to a fourth person besides him, his children and Murphy.

Just under the pyramid emitting golden light, Thutmose II, dressed in the ceremonial robes of a pharaoh, was standing there, looking up at this historical stele created by his ancestors from generation to generation. The life stories of every pharaoh were engraved on the cornerstone of the Great Pyramid of Issus. The life of the Shahai Emperor, whose average reign was about 70-100 years, was summarized in just over words.

Any victory that was not particularly outstanding or shame that must be remembered would not be recorded on these cornerstones, and the merits and demerits of the previous pharaoh would be engraved by hand when the next pharaoh ascended the throne.

This is a legacy, but also a burden.

Thutmund II would occasionally wonder, when his son Khufu ascended the throne, how would he evaluate his father on the foundation stone that belonged to him?
But tonight, Pharaoh's mind did not extend to the scope of his afterlife.

He knew that the most valuable thing in his reign was about to be accomplished by him, and if all went well, his records and inscriptions on the Great Pyramid of Issus would surpass those of his ancestors, and his name would appear in history even ten thousand years later.

For an emperor, there could not be a more perfect ending than this.

But on the other hand, if I fail, my name will be recorded in another form in the history of ten thousand years later, which confirms that statement.

There are only two possible outcomes for great men: either they be remembered for eternity or they be damned forever.

"You're here."

The sound of footsteps behind him woke the Pharaoh from his thoughts.

He reached out and touched the blank foundation in front of him, then turned around and looked at Murphy with a smile.

The Songhai Emperor, who was in his prime, did not waste time in greeting, but strode forward and took the contract that Murphy had previously handed over to him from Khufu.

He unfolded the contract, and there was no signature on it yet.

As Murphy watched, the Pharaoh took out an exquisite and simple knife and cut his finger. He looked at Murphy again and wrote his name solemnly on the contract:

"The eleventh pharaoh of the Songhai Empire, a descendant of Ptolemy from the Thirty-three Pilgrim Families, Thutmose II."

"The inheritance of the Pharaoh rotates among the thirty-three families. When a family dies out or an unexpected situation occurs, the inheritance will be transferred to another family."

Pharaoh explained:
"So my signature alone cannot represent the pledge of the Songhai Empire. Next, as you travel to the Holy Land of Origin, my son Khufu will hold this 'Holy Covenant' and obtain thirty-two signatures from different pilgrim families."

"Thirty-two?"

Murphy looked at Pharaoh in surprise, and the latter explained in a low voice:

"More than three hundred years ago, the rebellion started by the Mamluk family almost dragged the entire empire into a conflict that would have destroyed the country's destiny. Therefore, after the 'Dead Moon Rebellion', that family was expelled from the pilgrims."

"Well, that's it."

Murphy nodded. He looked at the Pharaoh, then at the Great Pyramid of Issus in front of him. He said:

"There is still some time before you go to the banquet, so why don't you tell me about the history of the Golden Age and before the Golden Age that the Songhai people have recorded so far. Although the facts have proven that the Songhai people are not a group created by the Creator, I have a feeling that the relationship between you and the Creator is indeed very close.

Even though it's not presented in the way you want.

I’m very interested in this.”

(End of this chapter)