Inside the aircraft carrier's combat command center, the Illuminati opened a map of Egypt and asked the great light ball to provide coordinates.
Instead, the map automatically zoomed out to encompass all of North Africa, and a golden bird's-head marker appeared over the desert.
"The Winged God is actually in the Sahara Desert!"
The Illuminati members were overjoyed. This was their oldest sacred relic.
No wonder they had failed to find it for over a thousand years. It was deep in the Sahara Desert, outside Egypt's borders.
"This area used to fall within Ancient Egypt's sphere of influence. The Disruptor asks, do you really know nothing about your own history?" Huang Ji said.
Carmen was speechless. How were they supposed to know what had happened thousands of years ago?
The Illuminati had gone through several incarnations. The First-generation Illuminati had died out back in Ancient Egypt, and for a long time afterward, there had been no "Illuminati"-until "6" handed the Ark of the Covenant to Moses.
The Ark of the Covenant contained the agreement between "6" and the second-generation Illuminati. Its contents bore no resemblance to the story fabricated in the Bible, and the ark itself was also a gravitational-wave communicator.
It had passed through countless hands over the ages, through rises and falls.
But any organization that obtained the Ark of the Covenant, used it to contact the Anunnaki Corporation, and honored that contract became the new Illuminati.
Still, when it came to a true sacred relic, nothing surpassed the Winged God. It had been the earliest Illuminati's divine instrument for safeguarding their nations.
The Illuminati only knew that it was important and powerful; they had never actually seen it... Now that they finally had hope of recovering it, they were naturally ecstatic.
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