My Chat Group Is Really Strange Chapter 642

"I heard it was apparently a pharaoh..."

The looks from everyone around them became even stranger.

What pharaoh could order Osiris and Obelisk around?

Why not just say it was the Ozymandias here and see whether he dared do that?

He'd be lucky not to get blasted to death.

Did he really think being the Son of Ra meant he was actually Ra?

Although they had already experienced a "divine descent" during the earlier incident involving Osiris and Slifer the Sky Dragon, and their mental resilience had improved somewhat, seeing another major deity from Egyptian mythology casually summoned by their Master as if he were playing a card game still felt fresh, absurd, and shocking.

This was no longer a matter of being surprised or not. In a sense, it was "shock amid numbness"—numbness at their Master's ability to cause huge disturbances, and shock that this disturbance had somehow broken through the previous limit yet again.

Standing at the very front, Mo Wang seemed completely unconcerned by the "resentful" gazes from the Servants behind him. He also paid no attention to the residents prostrating themselves at his feet. He looked up at Obelisk's powerful blue back and nodded in satisfaction. Then he raised a finger and pointed toward the group of Sphinxes, which were trembling in fear and caught between advancing and retreating beneath Obelisk's pressure. In a relaxed, cheerful tone, he issued an order:

"All right, big guy, stop posing. Stretch your muscles a little—clean up all these Sphinxes blocking the way."

Obelisk's emotionless eyes shifted slightly and locked onto the targets.

It slowly raised its enormous fist, powerful enough to shake mountains. Pure, terrifying strength gathered within it, distorting the air around the fist.

[God Hand Crusher Shockwave!]

The next moment, the giant fist came crashing down on