Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 531  Arrived At Last

--Hamcontaterus, Cygypt--

A plane flies in the sky, steadily descending the cloudy atmosphere and into the clear zone. Wow!!

"Mom, mom! Look, that's the Pyramid of Pillatza!"

"Amazing, so much sand… and there, that's the River Zile!"

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With eyes flying to the airplane windows, many stretched their necks to take a view of the scenic atmosphere below.

It was mythical, one that could take their breaths away. Even from a Sky view, you can see the giant statues and figures of famous deceased Pharaohs from above. In the Zile River, there were giant statues of kneeling people carrying baskets and on giant steps. Just how did the ancients do it? Some people already brought out their books from their bags underneath their seats, flipping them crazily while staring at the figures below. "Honey, it says those giant statues and standing on the giant platforms were built in the Zile to serve as resting spots for weary travelers. Honey, can you believe they also used it to test water levels, knowing if it rose higher than normal?" How smart! The platforms were 2 giant rectangles arranged in a pyramid formation, making them look like steps in all angles. And on the giant platform were large statues of people wearing ancient Cypyt attires and headwear. It was amazing that even with the statues, it was estimated that the platform could hold over 200 people at once. This alone showed how massive these platforms were. And they were built far out in the center of the Zile. Again, the ancients were just too amazing. Of course, they only built these statues in places where the Zile River was too wide. In most cases, the Zile River that flowed around the ancient grand palaces and terrains wasn't extremely wide. This means that sailing between the left land edges and the right edges could be done in a short time. The Zile River was also a very, calm river with hardly any turbulent waves. It was often as still as a rock, allowing smooth sailing for travelers. They say in ancient times, women would take their laundry and wash them by the Zile. Fishermen would take their canoes to the Zile and even Pharaohs would sail in unique boats only known to Cygypt. No one place in the world created aesthetically pleasing boats like ancient Cygypt. ----

Wow! Many passengers wished they could land now and begin their journey fast. Hamcontaterus… City of the Zile, home to the ancient pharaohs and the Capital of Cygypt. It was the most prosperous place in the Country.

But while many were jumping up and down like people who have rabies, several others were calm, sneering at the jumping group. The man in a holiday, palm-tree shirt, only stared at his left hand that was accidentally touched by the man beside him who was leaning to the right like an ostrich. 'A bunch of filthy barbaric things. How dare they touch me?' With his eyes hidden behind his dark shades, no one could see his eyes turn green. 'I want to kill them all… all who dared touch this sovereign.'

The man's anger was boiling at the mere thought of these unworthy beings touching him as they pleased. Even if it was by accident, he wished to cut off the filthy thing's fingers. But he knew now was not the time to move yet. Trying to control his sharp tongue from elongating and slicing off the filthy human's hand, the man slowly closed his eyes and waited for landing. . Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Perhaps because the end was near, the man found his patience for these humans had been growing thin of late. He detested pretending to be human since they were his food. Have ever heard of a human dressing up as a fish and jumping into a cover to swim in and grab fish for a meal? He was the hunter. So why did he have to keep playing the part of prey when he could just kill them now, knowing they only have mortal weapons? No mortal weapon can kill him. He will just regenerate later and return to take his revenge. So what's the point of mingling with them and pretending tirelessly? Sure, it's so that they don't alert the heavens of their plans. But the closer the Battle day was, the less patience he and many other creatures had. At least, until all planets are aligned, they cannot rashly allow the heavens to wind of their plans. "What a drag," the man murmured in distaste. Soon, they will all cry!

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Ding. [Please fasten your seatbelts and place your bags underneath your seats.]

A pleasant and audible voice bellowed, followed by the sounds of many seat belts clicking. Everyone sat with many emotions bundled within them. Soon, their ears felt like popping, as they descended below. And in no time, they were on the runway. Clap, clap, clap, clap~

Many clapped for the pilot, for safely taking them to Cygypt. In the meantime, Dorian and Old Gia were politely escorted out of the airplane since they had first-class tickets. They were given the grand treatment and even offered private limo services to wherever it was they were heading to. However, they turned it all down and stayed back to wait for the rest in Economy. They had their masks on, and their heads lowered, preventing people from taking facial pictures of them. Still, their demeanor made many give them second looks.

Because the disciples were started at the very front economy seats, they exited fast with no luggage.

Old Gia's phone rang, and he was informed the General and the others were now 15 minutes away from the airport. With such a massive plan, just deboarding the group alone and the time they spent waiting on the runway, had already eaten up most of the time. Everyone was here but they still didn't move. Why? Because of their mystery man. They calmly sat in wait, until they saw him stepping out with his little wheelable suitcase. He had the first 2 buttons of his shirt undone and dark cool shades on. Taking a bronze parchment paper from his pocket, Dorian flicked it so fast that no one saw what he did. Eh? The man paused and shook his head before continuing. Seeing him leave, Dorian and Old Gia began leading the disciples toward the exit too.

They took their sweet time, not bothering to rush their steps. By the time they arrived at the underground car park exit, they were met with several rows of military vehicles just pulling in. "Let's go."

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