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Egypt.

The official organization is called the Mummy Organization, and it has seven organizational leaders, known as the Seven Pharaohs.

Except for the great pharaoh, who is new to the epic realm, the other six are all professionals at the pinnacle of the extraordinary realm.

This organization is only a little stronger than the Four Divine Birds.

It is still far behind established organizations such as Corn, Buluo and Wang Jue.

Yi Yan opened any door and came to the headquarters of the mummy organization.

This is a desert.

The sun shines brightly on the Egyptian desert.

The golden sand sparkles in the sun, as if it is gold dust sprinkled by God.

The endless sand dunes undulate like natural waves, stretching to the sky.

In the center of this desert, there are many pyramids.

They are symbols of ancient Egyptian civilization and have witnessed the rise and fall of dynasties one after another.

Those pyramids vary in size, some are only tens of meters high, while others are hundreds of meters high.

They have different shapes, some are sharp, some are wide, but they all exude an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

These pyramids seem to be the guardians of time, quietly watching this desert and recording every moment of history.

Among these pyramids, one stands out.

It is located in the middle of the desert and is much taller than the other pyramids.

Its base is hundreds of meters wide, while its top is as sharp as a knife.

The sun shines on its surface, reflecting a dazzling golden light, as if it is the residence of a god.

Every stone of this pyramid is inscribed with ancient hieroglyphs.

Yi Yan approached the huge pyramid and he could feel the powerful energy emanating from it.

That kind of energy seems to be a gift from ancient gods, full of mystery and power.

He walked up the steps of the pyramid step by step, and every step was like walking into the abyss of history.

"The organization is average, but the style is quite impressive."

Yi Yan could see that this tallest pyramid was not a product of this world.

This is something from another dimension, and there is ancient power in the pyramid.

The analysis panel also showed that this was a second-class source spiritual object, a pyramid of infinite fields.

This is a domain-level source spiritual object, and it is also the treasure at the bottom of the box of the mummy organization.

Although it is only a second-class spiritual object, its functions are no less than those of some first-class spiritual objects.

The Mummy Organization relied on it to gain a firm foothold in the professional world.

As soon as Yi Yan walked in front of the pyramid, the huge stone door opened.

A group of guards wearing armor came out and said in not very fluent Chinese:

"Mr. Yi Yan is very welcome to come from afar. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Naturally, they recognized Yi Yan. Which official organization would not recognize him today?

"I'm looking for your third pharaoh, Watt Herbert." Yi Yan said straight to the point.

With his current status, he doesn't have to go around in circles to avoid being suspected of having other intentions.

After all, this is someone else's territory.

As an official organization, Yi Yan doesn't want to be tough with them unless he has to. This is bad for Qianlong's reputation in the global professional circle.

"What do you want from our three pharaohs?" the guard then asked.

"Can you make the decision for him? Can you inquire about my affairs with him?

We have a saying in Daxia: The more you know, the faster you will die.

Do you think this sentence makes sense? Are you sure you want to inquire about your three pharaohs? "

Yi Yan's continuous soul torture left the guard captain speechless.

This is called lack of self-awareness, and Yi Yan felt that he needed to wake him up.

The guard captain reacted immediately and said, "Mr. Yi Yan, please wait a moment. I will report immediately."

In fact, Yi Yan didn't have much hope for the bookmark on Walter Herbert's hand.

First of all, this bookmark was sold at such a cheap price, and it always felt like a defective product.

Neither the auction house nor Walter Herbert were fools.

Secondly, when Walter Herbert took the photo of the bookmark, he did it openly and obviously did not realize the importance of the bookmark.

In comparison, the situation with the second bookmark is completely different.

The Saudi prince is a bit strange and mysterious, and the bookmark in his hand is most likely a good thing.

Not long after, the guard came back:

"Mr. Yi Yan, please follow me. The Third Pharaoh is waiting for you in the conference room."

Watt Herbert's airs were quite big, which was a bit beyond Yi Yan's expectations.

He thought that Watt Herbert would come out to greet him in person.

Yi Yan didn't care and said, "Okay, lead the way."

The guard turned around and led Yi Yan towards the pyramid.

The stone door slowly opened, making a dull roar, revealing a passage leading to the interior of the pyramid.

The walls of the passage were inlaid with torches, emitting a faint light that illuminated the path ahead.

The floor of the passage is paved with smooth stone slabs, and there are rows of stone pillars on both sides. Each stone pillar is engraved with an ancient Egyptian god, as if guarding the secrets of the pyramid.

After walking through the long passage, you entered the bright hall.

People were coming and going in the hall.

The members of these mummies were not surprised by Yi Yan's arrival. Most of them just looked at him and left.

Yi Yan saw hesitation and guilt in these people's eyes, which made him have doubts.

Something's wrong, there's something wrong with this mummy organization.

But even if they were given a thousand courages, they would not dare to fight against him.

Yi Yan entered the conference room next to the hall with doubts.

As soon as he entered the conference room, Yi Yan knew what the problem was.

There was a large round table in the conference room, and Yi Yan immediately noticed the two men sitting on both sides of the round table.

One is a Saudi prince. He is wearing a gorgeous white robe, embroidered with golden patterns, looking solemn and luxurious.

On his head was a white turban with gold edges, one end of which hung gently on his shoulders.

The prince's face is handsome, and his deep eyes reveal the majesty and confidence of a king.

His beard is neatly trimmed, giving him a mature and steady look.

On his hand was a huge golden ring with a ruby ​​gleaming on it.

Yi Yan was sure that this guy was not any of the Saudi princes.

This guy should be the jumper who bought the second bookmark. The space power escaping from him is very obvious.

Moreover, this guy at least has the strength of an epic peak.

The Return to Nature Epic is now a well-known person in the professional circle.

Yi Yan had never heard of this guy at all.

The other was Pharaoh Walter Herbert.

He wore a golden pharaoh's robe, embroidered with various mysterious symbols.

On his head was a Pharaoh's crown, studded with countless gems, shining brightly.

His face is serious, with a high nose bridge, deep-set eyes and sharp chin, all revealing an inviolable majesty.