Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 199 Come, fight!

In the endless desert, a British army was looking at an area in the distance covered by yellow sand. That was the camp where they had been stationed before.

“There really is an ancient Egyptian city called Hamunaptra.”

"Sir, why don't we go take a look? Legend has it that this ancient city is full of gold!"

"Fuck you! Are your eyes on the soles of your feet? Don't you see that there's something wrong with this sandstorm? It's just wandering around our previous camp without even deviating. Looking for gold at this time? You're courting death!"

"But the sandstorm will eventually dissipate."

"Then let's talk about it after we disperse!"

And in the center of this sandstorm where nothing can be seen or even stepped into, is the ancient Egyptian city of Hamunaptra, which exists in Egyptian legends and is the burial place of many pharaohs.

However, there is still a discrepancy between the legend and reality. There is no pharaoh here, only a high priest Imhotep who was active 2900 years ago and is confirmed to be an ascended god in the Egyptian alien circle today.

The strangest thing now is that in the temple of this ancient city, the ancient Egyptian god who was believed to have ascended to heaven and left only a shriveled body has come back to life.

This is something that no one can believe or accept right now.

Whether in the East, West or other civilizations, there are legends about aliens ascending to heaven, but these legends are too far away from them.

The span is often thousands or eight hundred years, especially now with the development of technology and the demise of the aliens. In fact, many aliens, both old and new generations, are skeptical about the idea of ​​ascension, and some have even begun to no longer believe in ascension.

It was not until this moment that the aliens who entered the ancient city of Hamunaptra saw with their own eyes a shriveled mummy resurrected in front of them. Only then did they truly believe that ascension was not a legend but a real existence.

Otherwise they would not be able to explain what they saw before their eyes. This would also be a great psychological shock to these extraordinary people, enough to rebuild their worldview.

This is true even for Isaac Taber, the future top figure in the Western alien world, but he is better than his students.

Since ascension is real, what I have to do is to practice all the way until the end of my life to see if I can reach the state of ascension.

If there was anyone who didn't feel much of a shock, it would be Wang Yi, who was standing at the edge of the ancient city of Hamunaptra.

After all, even time travel has happened to me, so ascension must be real. It’s just that no one has been able to cultivate to this level for so many years.

On the throne of the temple, the ancient Egyptian ascended holy high priest Imhotep, who was resurrected by the curator who spit out a mouthful of blood because he could not withstand the blow of destroying two ancient books, stood up, withdrew his gaze from Wang Yi, looked around at everyone, and finally stopped at the curator and his nephew, the ancient Egyptian guardians who had been ordered to guard his sleeping place.

"It's all my fault, sir. Please don't punish my nephew. It was me who disobeyed the prophecy you left behind and entered the holy land at the wrong time, disturbing your peace. Please punish me."

The curator struggled to get up and kowtowed to apologize to the sacred man who had returned to the human world, but Imhotep, who had returned to the human world, just shook his head, and his gentle voice turned into three languages ​​and once again rang in the minds of everyone present.

At this time, everyone realized that this sacred being did not speak.

"This is not your fault. I saw it through the stars. I just wanted to give it a try. I hope these two books can be passed down to you. From what I can see now, this world cannot bear the existence of such magic in the world."

"As expected of an ascended god, this simultaneous translation is truly amazing!"

Listening to the Chinese language ringing in his mind, Wang Yi couldn't help but envy the other party's skills. He wished he could have the same skill.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to speak English in the United States. Some jokes are meaningless if they are not expressed in Chinese, but it would be too much to expect the other party to understand the joke.

When Wang Yi couldn't help but think of something wrong, the sacred being who was communicating with future generations also raised his head, looked around at everyone, and his voice rang out again.

"I already know what you are asking for. Because of your help, they are no longer bound by the responsibility of guarding my slumber. I will definitely repay you, but the Dharma cannot be passed on lightly. It needs to be tested."

"A test? Taber and I are the only ones who have passed your test, sir. Why don't you just give it to Taber and me?"

As if he had guessed Wang Yi's thoughts, Imhotep smiled at Wang Yi with his big bald head, then raised his index and middle fingers, bent the middle finger and clasped it with the index finger, and a word that only Wang Yi understood also sounded in his mind.

"Chaos~Gold~Watchman~"

A spell was performed silently. At the moment when the ascended god Imhotep performed the spell, all the people who entered the ancient city of Hamunaptra, including the two strongest people, Wang Yi and Isaac Tabor, stayed where they were as if time had stopped.

The Golden Watchman is one of the Eight Great Skills and is a time-controlling technique in Fenghou Qimen.

The caster can specify the speed of change of one or more objects in the Qimen Formation, making it disconnected from the flow of time in the world. It can be slowed down or accelerated.

Simply put, it disrupts things' perception of time. Not only humans, but even inanimate objects can be affected.

But whether the spell can be suppressed or not depends on two factors. One is the cultivation level of the caster, and the other is the influence of the person being cast on the world. Among them, the fate of the person being cast is the key, and the cultivation level plays an auxiliary role.

Although Wang Yi is a time traveler, his impact on the world is not great at present. In addition, there is a difference in cultivation. Even with the fate of being a time traveler, it is not a problem for Imhotep, the living god, to suppress Wang Yi.

An example of the former is Feng Baobao, and an example of the latter is the elderly Zhang Zhiwei.

In the modern chapter, the only two times that Wang Ye, the master of Fenghou Qimen, suffered defeat were at the hands of these two people. The former had a special mechanism and was not affected, and would not bring any backlash to the caster. The latter had an incredible numerical value and his various identities as a great celestial master, so he directly counterattacked and made Wang Ye weak, even his blue bar was emptied.

Of course, this kind of magic that mortals should not master was performed by Imhotep, the ascended god of ancient Egypt who existed before Christ, so naturally there were no side effects.

Imhotep stood in front of the throne, focusing on Wang Yi and Isaac Taber, who were intimidated by him and out of touch with the flow of time in the world.

One second passed, two seconds passed, three seconds passed, and at the fifth second, Wang Yi was the first to resume action, looking at the ancient ascended god who was smiling at him in shock.

"Don't be nervous. I have no ill will towards you. It's just that after so long, it's rare to see two young people who are qualified to embark on this journey. I, an old man, have to give it a try.

You don't have to look at me like that. The paths are different but they all lead to the same destination. In your understanding, my move should be called the Golden Watchman. In this young man's understanding, my move is called time stop. In his understanding, it has become the ancient Egyptian word: world. "

Imhotep pointed at Isaac Tubber, then at the curator below him.

Just as Imhotep conveyed this message to Wang Yi, at the ninth second, Isaac Taber also broke free from this move. He was also sweating profusely, but he bowed deeply to Imhotep.

Because the moment he broke free from Imhotun's time stop, the secret technique of soul cultivation that he wanted appeared in his mind. Imhotun also accepted this gift, and then looked at Wang Yi. The bone arrow that Wang Yi and the Behemoth Consortium wanted most, which could transform ordinary people into aliens, also flew out of Imhotun's body and flew towards Wang Yi.

At the moment when the five bone arrows flew out of Imhotep's body, Wang Yi and Isaac Taber also clearly noticed that Imhotep's figure became illusory, and they could faintly see the shriveled mummy body inside.

It was this moment of illusion that made Imhotep unable to control the bone arrows flying out of his body. One of the bone arrows scratched Evelynn, who was also stopped in time.

Bright red blood flowed from her arms, but after a while, a stream of true energy rose from her body.

Wang Yi didn't care about the good fortune Evelyn had obtained. He and the sharp-eyed Isaac Taber both noticed this phenomenon and thought of a possibility.

"You didn't ascend?!"

"Oh, you found me."

Imhotep didn't seem embarrassed at all about being exposed and was still joking.

"why?"

"When you observe the stars and find that the civilization of this land beneath your feet will be cut off in the future, will you still choose to ascend?"

Imhotep looked at Wang Yi and asked back. Wang Yi was silent, because didn’t he also choose a similar path as Imhotep?

"But how is this possible? You were born in 2900 BC, more than years ago. Can the soul be preserved for so long?"

Isaac Taber couldn't understand, how could the ancient Egyptian secret techniques of spiritual cultivation be so powerful?
Imhotep pointed above his head, then pointed at the curator's uncle and nephew who were the guardians of ancient Egypt.

"Of course it's impossible. Although Egypt believes in the immortality of the soul, it cannot transcend such a long period of time. I just used the power of the stars and their protection to preserve my soul to the greatest extent. From the moment I woke up, my time has been counting down."

Wang Yi understood. Just like the Twenty-Four Sections of the Natural Qi Bureau in Qinling Mountains, Imhotep found a natural Qi Bureau in the desert before his death and transformed it through his own cultivation. In addition, the ancient Egyptian guardian organization has protected him for thousands of years, which has allowed his soul to survive until now.

As for why he said that he had entered the countdown from the moment he woke up, in Wang Yi's understanding, it was probably the same as the oxidation reaction of the newly unearthed colored terracotta warriors turning black.

The moment Imhotun's soul, which had been isolated from time for thousands of years, reconnected with the flow of time in the world, time that had been stagnant for thousands of years began to flow, and the soul naturally began to decay.

As for the two ancient books, they are probably the Egyptian version of the Eight Wonders or a more comprehensive outline than the Eight Wonders.

Judging from the extraordinary cultivation level that Imhotep displayed at this moment, as well as his words just now that he could have ascended to heaven but chose to sit and die, he was naturally aware of the harm that would be caused if the two books he left behind were misused.

That's why he used a guardian oath to test the ancient Egyptian guardian who was guarding his tomb. Judging from the fact that there were no traps triggered or accidents when he entered Hamunaptra just now, there should be no problem if the ancient Egyptian guardian entered earlier. However, this is only limited to the ancient Egyptian guardian. As for how to identify him, the other party can use extraordinary means to preserve his soul and consciousness for so many years, so this little technology is nothing.

The guardians of ancient Egypt did it. If Wang Yi and his men had not intervened, perhaps they would have been able to take over the two ancient books from Imhotep in 1933.

But supernatural powers are no match for fate, and in the end everything is in vain.

And Imhotep also chose to accept this outcome. When Imhotep performed the time-stopping spell equivalent to the Golden Watchman's, he might have been passing on everything he could to the curator, just like he had passed on the spell to Isaac Taber. As for whether he could digest it, it depended on his performance.

Now Imhotep just wants to hold on a little longer to allow the curator to absorb more.

Looking at Imhotep who was waiting for the moment of his own demise, Wang Yi also bravely walked towards him.

Isaac Taber stood where he was, watching Wang Yi's bold move.

The closer he got, the more Wang Yi could feel the weakness of Imhotep, the ancient Egyptian god.

From the beginning, Wang Yi felt like he was looking up to a mountain and was running towards it, but now, Wang Yi feels like he can fight with him?
"I don't recommend you to do this. You know in our ancient Egyptian civilization, you can't just be smart to be a high priest. You also have to be able to fight."

"So, you're good at fighting?"

“Very, very good at fighting.”

Wang smiled.

"What a coincidence! I want to try the feeling of being beaten."

"Think it over. I don't want to ascend, not that I can't. You and he have the qualifications to ascend, but for now, it's just qualifications. Even if I am weaker, I still understand the rules of the world better than you."

"I know, that's why I don't want to miss this opportunity. Are you willing to spend your last moments standing here waiting to die? You've already waited to die once. And instead of letting him accept your inheritance blindly, it would be better for him to watch how you, the ancient Egyptian high priest, fight. Isn't that better?"

Imhotep looked at the curator who was still under the influence of Luanjinzhu and accepting his inheritance, and was still in deep thought.

"Are you afraid that my fighting you will hasten your demise? Are you going to leave the things here to them?"

"Of course I have a way to get them these things. As for whether to speed up or not, I don't care about this little bit of time. I will keep everything that should be left for him."

"Then what the hell are you waiting for!"

The king shouted like a loud bell, lifted his skirt with his right hand, stood firmly on his horse, and stretched out his left hand towards Imhotep.

"I, Wang Yi, a descendant of Chinese civilization, challenge you, the high priest of ancient Egyptian civilization."

"Imorton, come on, fight!"

Imhotep looked at Wang Yi, whose eyes were burning with fighting spirit, and then looked at the curator who was still unable to move under his time-stopping spell, and smiled at Wang Yi.

"Okay, let's have a fight!"
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British troops who had been watching from a few kilometers away from the ruins of the ancient city of Hamunaptra also noticed that the sandstorm covering the legendary ancient Egyptian city of Hamunaptra suddenly deviated from its direction and moved towards Cairo.

As the sandstorm passed over their heads, they vaguely saw many people passing over their heads.

Following the sandstorm was a golden stream of light.

(End of this chapter)