Chapter 672 (1/2)
The night before dawn, the rain poured down.
As time goes by, it is still dark and late when the sun should rise in the morning. Baron fomoy looked up and saw that the sky was covered by dark clouds. The sky was as dark as dusk. He could only hear the sound of water pouring in his ears. The rain shrouded his eyes and the horizon. The passenger ship slowly passed in front of him on the vast Suez Canal. The sound of whistle woke up many British soldiers who were still dreaming.
Baron fremoi said coldly, ”it's time!”
He put on his raincoat, pulled out a black umbrella from the door of the office, blocked his head and walked into the vast heavy rain. His black boots stepped on the muddy water and splashed nearly a foot of muddy water. The heavy rain washed everything in front of him and gathered into a turbid current, forming pools of muddy water in the open space of the camp.
Even Baron fomoy stepped on the mud. He came to the center of the camp, where a considerable number of British soldiers were busy. They were carrying real guns and live ammunition. Several drivers were braving the heavy rain to repair several manned troop trucks. The rest had lined up and could start at any time.
Among these soldiers, there was also a column of priests in black. They were solemn, silent and orderly. Dozens of people stood together without making a sound, which made Baron fomoy nod secretly.
Worthy of being the elite of the Anglican sanctuary, he is a priest who fights with dark creatures all the year round.
The old bishop was supported by a servant and came from behind. He saw Baron fomoy's dignified face and said, ”if it was this weather, the strength of those vampires would not be weakened much. Moreover, the heavy rain would bring chaos and trouble...”
Baron formoy said in a deep voice, ”we will minimize the trouble!”
The old bishop glared at him and hummed: ”don't underestimate the dark creatures. Those who can survive the pursuit of mankind must have something to see. We have seen too many incredible things in the process of British conquest of the world. There are too many evil gods worshipped by aborigines, hidden evil species, dangerous black magic and so on!”
”But the thing that appeared in Cairo not long ago is one of the most difficult things I've ever seen.”
”Imoden, the greatest high priest in ancient Egypt... He has become more terrible since the resurrection of the curse. But there is still someone in Cairo who can fight him. This person should be the behind the scenes driver of the eye of Horus we are looking for.”
”Be careful of him! Although we carry almost half of the power of the Holy See and dispatch to Gurkha mercenary camp, the mysterious existence we control and employ, you should still be careful. This is the revelation of the Lord! May the Lord bless us...”
”God bless!” whispered Baron formoy.
Dozens of priests in black boarded the troop carriers. Several trucks were neatly loaded with hundreds of British soldiers, including many strange people selected from the colonies. Dozens of cavalry rushed out first. They braved the heavy rain to open the way ahead and escort the convoy, and dozens of small indigenous soldiers walked through the woodlands on both sides.
The convoy drove slowly towards the target along the road of the base. African mercenaries with spears and bows were running vigorously on both sides of the road. They were very fast. They stepped barefoot in the mud, and their speed was no lower than that of the nearby truck.
The soldiers advanced in the rain, but the rain could not block their vision at all.
As for the cavalry marching slowly with the convoy, they are crawling on the horse with a machete in the shape of Damascus at their waist. Their body shape fluctuates slightly with the galloping of the horse. They have sharp eyes and awe inspiring momentum. People have no doubt that they can pull out the machete at their waist at any time and tear all the enemies in front of them to pieces.