Zheng Zha exchanged glances with the others, their eyes full of curiosity, while Overlord and Wang Xia had already drawn their weapons, ready for any potential move from the black-clad figures below. It was only when a large crowd of black-clad figures rushed out from the barracks that Zheng Zha spotted the Black-Clad Bearded Man among them. He quickly stopped Overlord and Wang Xia, instead bringing the Green Demon Skateboard down from mid-air. The Black-Clad Bearded Man rushed toward the group with a few hundred of his men.

As soon as he reached them, the Bearded Man let out a booming laugh and gave Zheng Zha a strong hug. He immediately released him and said, "Hahaha, long time no see, brother! What do you think of this base? The Elders said this place is excellent for training, so they spent a fortune building this facility and even tapped into an ancient, subterranean water vein, hahaha!

Come on, let's go rest inside the base for a while." With that, he took Zheng Zha by the arm and led him toward the barracks. Overlord and Wang Xia looked at each other, noticing that all the black-clad men were smiling kindly at them. The two of them cheerfully followed along; surrounded by people with a military bearing, they didn't feel out of place at all. In fact, the atmosphere gave them a sense of kinship.

Chu Xuan, however, maintained his usual indifferent expression. He quietly scanned his surroundings in all directions while his feet kept pace with the crowd as they entered the large military camp. The camp was quite well-constructed. Aside from the runway, which was still under construction, the other buildings were fashioned from large stone blocks excavated from Hamunaptra.

Otherwise, sourcing stone in this vast, sandy wasteland would have been an impossible task. The time was already nearing evening. According to the Black-Clad Bearded Man, Scarabs could occasionally be found in Hamunaptra at night, so he hoped they would wait until the next day to use the altar. Since only one day of their ten-day allowance had passed, Zheng Zha and the others readily agreed.

"...The current situation isn't good. Those Western nations are divided against each other again. The scars from the end of the Great War have mostly healed. I hear that Germany, which lost the war, has risen again, and their leader seems to be quite capable—Hitler, is it?

In short, the Western situation is tense, and our Egypt could easily get dragged into it. And ever since we acquired the gold... All the tribes have developed significantly. Just as you suggested last time, we sent several dozen of our younger members to study in the United States and built three such discreet bases, hehe.

The Elders even proposed changing the name of our Pharaoh Guard lineage. Because of the existence of so many bases, they suggested renaming it the 'Base Organization'..." Zheng Zha was sipping a fruit wine reportedly made from cactus fruit. When he heard the words 'Base Organization,' he immediately spat out the wine he was drinking. With a bewildered look, he turned to the Black-Clad Bearded Man and asked, "You didn't actually change the name to that, did you?" The Bearded Man laughed heartily, "That was just a suggestion from some of the Elders; of course, it wouldn't pass.

Another group of Elders proposed changing it to the 'Holy War Army for National Restoration'..." (Damn it, those are all names of terrorist organizations...) Zheng Zha quickly asked, "So, what was the result? It didn't actually end up being called that, did it?" The Bearded Man shook his head, "In the end, the Elders argued until they compromised on a name: the 'Egyptian Revival Society.' Apparently, many similar organizations in other places use names ending in 'Society' or 'Party,' so we chose something like that. What do you think?" Zheng Zha took a sip of the fruit wine and smiled, "Naming it that suggests you intend to aim for the revival and unification of all Egypt?" The Bearded Man nodded emphatically, "Before, we lacked the means. Now, with so much gold, not only have our tribes' lives improved greatly, but we can also purchase large quantities of weapons to arm my people.

There are few soldiers here now because the last batch just completed their training and left, hahaha. The Elders even hired foreign technicians at high salaries and plan to build an arsenal near an oasis. With the current tension in the West, maybe my people and I can actually achieve Egypt's independence from Western control." Zheng Zha slapped the Black-Clad Bearded Man heartily on the shoulder, "Brother, I support you, haha! I've brought you something good this time." Saying this, Zheng Zha walked to an open area and inverted his space pouch.

Immediately, gleaming gold bricks tumbled out incessantly. He chuckled as he poured them out, "This time I brought twenty cubic meters of gold for your people. I hope this gold brings your people the victory of a hopeful future... And I also brought you another gift." Hearing this, Chu Xuan pulled a document from his inner pocket.

He placed the paper on the table and said, "The improved version of the AK firearm series. It can be manufactured perfectly with the metallurgical technology of this era, using standard ammunition specs. All related data is detailed in this document. It’s about thirty years ahead of the firearms technology of this time..." The Black-Clad Bearded Man was an expert in firearms himself.

He glanced briefly at the document, his eyes immediately widening in shock and delight. He quickly tucked the file into his pocket, too excited to articulate a response, as this firearm blueprint was far more valuable than the gold itself. It meant that once his people could manufacture these weapons independently, the combat effectiveness of this private armed force would soar, surpassing even regular armies in some aspects. Zheng Zha burst into laughter and heartily clapped the Black-Clad Bearded Man on the shoulder before casually asking, "Speaking of which, how are O'Connell and the others doing lately?

Is the situation in Britain tense? What about their estate issue?" The Bearded Man suddenly seemed to recall something. He snapped his fingers at a nearby guard, who promptly rushed out of the barracks. The Bearded Man then said, "They sent a letter more than ten days ago, saying that due to the tense situation in Britain, especially the increasingly harsh policies toward immigrants—not only registration but also heavy taxation—they have temporarily moved to the States.

Heh, Evie gave birth to a lovely boy; he must be over a year old now. Besides the letter, they also sent a small fragment of gold and a letter specifically addressed to you." Zheng Zha pointed to himself in confusion. He asked strangely, "A letter for me? They knew I would return at this time?

And it's been over a year; they shouldn't have guessed I’d arrive right now." The Bearded Man was about to speak when the guard rushed back in with a letter. Along with the letter, he carried a mahogany box. The Black-Clad Bearded Man opened the box; sure enough, a thin shard of gold lay inside, while Zheng Zha opened his own letter. "...As mentioned just now, we arrived in America.

It truly is a land of freedom here. With a simple bribe to the officials, one can easily secure immigration status. Of course, I hear it’s easier for the British to get in, but that bastard Jonathan actually wanted to bring his mistress here too. He should have been left alone in England..." "...By chance, we obtained this golden mask.

According to Evie's assessment, it's an artifact from the Mayan civilization. However, a stone pillar beside the mask states that the golden mask was created to facilitate human 'evolution,' with the technology derived from the gods of antiquity. When the gods sleep, the 'Evolved Form' can rule humanity..." "...We witnessed the terrifying power of this golden mask firsthand. A Caucasian accidentally placed it on his face, and when a drop of blood fell onto it, countless needles shot out from the mask into the man's brain.

We initially thought the man was dead, but instead, he transformed into a horrific creature with immense strength, speed, reaction time, and recovery ability, and he had a particular fondness for blood. If it hadn't been for Jonathan, we would all likely be dead by now." "...Finally, we obtained this piece of gold fragment. The golden mask cannot be used again without this piece. We have been fleeing eastward from the American West Coast and will probably take a ship from New York back to Europe.

That monster keeps tracking us, and he seems capable of creating descendants—undead creatures that only fear sunlight and silver..." "Zheng Zha, even though we don't know when you will return, if you read this letter, please come and help us... Only your immense power can stand against this monster, before we die..." Zheng Zha swallowed hard and silently handed the letter to Chu Xuan to read. After about forty seconds, Chu Xuan calmly placed the letter back on the table, then asked the Black-Clad Bearded Man, "When and from where was this letter sent?" The Bearded Man thought for a moment and replied, "About twelve days ago, sent from some small town in the Western United States. I heard it was a site excavating Maya ruins, with large amounts of gold being unearthed..." Chu Xuan then turned to Zheng Zha and said, "Twelve days...

There's still time. Zheng Zha, you weren't mistaken; this is a horror movie side plot... and one that should yield a plot item!"