Chapter 847: It Doesn’t Matter Who Becomes the Pharaoh King

“The defense battle of Kali Oasis has reached its most critical moment.

The rebel forces have reached the foot of the city walls, but the defenders have almost run out of their supply of oil bombs.

Motra’s younger brother, Mandra Kali, is already covered in blood. He stood on another section of the city wall, kicking an enemy soldier off the wall. He turned his head and saw a group of rebel soldiers charging up the distant wall. They stood firm. Despite the exhausted efforts of the Kali family’s slave soldiers, they were unable to push back this group of enemy soldiers.

As they secured the wall, more enemy soldiers climbed up and formed a small defensive formation on top of the wall. This defensive formation is extremely dangerous, as the enemy will use it as a breakthrough point to continuously send soldiers into the city.

It is basically declaring the end of the battle, and the Kali family has only one path left: death.

Madra sighs deeply and says, ‘If only I had surrendered when he came to persuade me. After all, whoever becomes the Pharaoh, it doesn’t matter to me.’

But there is no regret medicine in the world, and now it seems too late to say these things.

No, wait, maybe it’s not too late!

In the southern sandstorm, a group of people suddenly appeared. They are not many in number, probably around eight hundred. The first three hundred people are black-skinned desert kingdom warriors wrapped in robes, while the remaining five hundred are white-skinned warriors wearing armor or leather armor.

The sudden appearance of this group of people causes a slight wavering among the rebel forces attacking the city. The army standing at the rear of the formation immediately turned their heads and faced this unexpected group of guests.

At the forefront of the group is a young man with blond hair. It’s Robb. He is unbelievably handsome, as if God had bestowed upon him all the handsome genes. He held a magical device used for amplification and loudly addressed both sides engaged in combat, “The two armies in front, immediately lay down your weapons and cease the fighting. The Desert Kingdom is under attack by a black dragon. It is a critical moment that requires everyone to work together, rebuild our homeland, slay the black dragon, and seek revenge. Yet, you are here fighting amongst yourselves, wasting valuable human and material resources. Don’t you feel guilty? Don’t you feel ashamed?”

At this point, Robb pauses and continues, “Our army warns you that anyone who disregards the overall situation, maliciously causes trouble, will face our army’s furious retaliation! Our army is very powerful, and getting slapped in the face hurts a lot, so please do not tempt fate. Please immediately lay down your weapons and engage in peaceful negotiations.”

Upon hearing the voice and seeing the group of people, a hint of joy immediately flashed in Madra Kali’s eyes. He cleverly put down his weapon and shouted, “I didn’t start this war. I was just enjoying hot pot and singing songs when these people suddenly came to attack me. I didn’t do anything.”

“You’re doing great, please keep it up,” Robb said. “What about the other side?”

The leader of the rebel forces on the other side laughed, “Where did this lunatic come from? What nonsense is he talking about?”

He pointed at Robb from a distance and said, “You’re from the Kingdom of Gran, aren’t you? Is Gran planning to interfere in our internal affairs? Have you no shame?”

“What? Interfere in your internal affairs? No, no!” Robb said with a serious face. “Interfering in internal affairs is such a low-class thing. Who would want to do that? I’m here to improve the social atmosphere. Let’s not fight, let’s not fight. What are the benefits of? Whoever gives the right answer will get it from me.”

The rebel leader said, “Don’t use such a serious expression to say such unreliable things.”

“Huh? Am I unreliable?” Robb said. “Stop talking nonsense and stop fighting.”

“I’m not stopping, damn it.” The rebel leader pointed at Robb and said, “Kill this lunatic.”

His confident army, an elite force that believed they could defeat all other nobles and seize control of the Desert Kingdom, immediately rushed towards Robb and his group in a show of force…

Next comes the time for battle!

Since many readers find the battle uninteresting and tend to skip it, the book switches to fast-forward mode.

Utterly dominating them…

Completely overwhelming them…

Battle over!

Mandra’s foot stepped on the head of the rebel leader. The leader’s once-confident army, which believed they could unify the desert, now lay scattered and defeated. Meanwhile, Robb didn’t even lift a finger. With Suofa, Mandra, Elsie, and the Westwind warriors, along with some former soldiers of the Desert Kingdom who volunteered to help, they easily overturned the rebel forces.

Although they were only eight hundred in number, they were well-equipped with everything Robb had prepared for them to confront the black dragon. Dealing with the mediocre soldiers of the Desert Kingdom was a piece of cake.

Luckily, Robb had always cherished human life and was not quick to kill. Therefore, the Westwind warriors followed Robb’s teachings and didn’t exterminate the enemy soldiers completely when they already had the upper hand. As a result, although these rebel soldiers were all defeated, not many of them died.

Mandra ran out of the city and excitedly shouted at Motra, “Brother, you’re back! Ah, this is great! I thought we were all done for. Brother, you’re amazing.”

Motra sighed and said, “It’s Godfather who’s amazing. I’m just a bystander.”

Mandra quickly approached and gave Robb a big salute. “I’ve heard of the great name of Godfather long ago. It’s an honor to meet you. You are as handsome and powerful as the rumors say.”

Robb grumbled, “Damn idiot, I didn’t even participate in the battle just now. How did you figure out that I’m powerful?”

Mandra remained silent.

Motra smiled and patted his brother’s shoulder. “Don’t beat around the bush when talking to Godfather. He likes honest and straightforward conversations. If you try to deceive him, he’ll come down hard on you.”

Mandra sweated profusely. “Oh, I see. In that case, I’ll be honest. Godfather looks really handsome, but I don’t know if he’s strong or not.”

Motra kicked his brother to the ground. “Don’t you know that Godfather fought against the Black Dragon? You don’t even know if he’s strong or not? Are you brain damaged? After I was driven away by the Pharaoh, I left you, this idiot, in charge of the family.”

Mandra felt so wronged that he almost cried…

Robb couldn’t help but laugh and cry. He turned to the fallen rebel leader and asked, “Now, how many guys like you are there?”

The rebel leader pitifully said, “Three… no, five… I know of five! We all want to be the second Mondra, so we made efforts to subjugate the nearby small oases and form a large army strong enough to take down the other nobles.”

Robb shook his head and said, “Why learn from Mondra? Sigh! Alright, I won’t waste any more words with you. From today onwards, you will serve Motra as the new Pharaoh. Otherwise, I’ll beat you up.”

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