American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

"Well done, Miss Natasha!"

His face lit up with joy, and Steven was about to go up and help her, but Yan Shuangying solemnly grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.

"Kid, don't mess around!"

[I agree with that statement!] Kong Su suddenly popped up and nodded vigorously.

Sure enough... Imhotep, pinned to the ground, roared, and Natasha was easily blasted away.

But as she was being blasted away, Natasha had already quietly stuck a miniature power generation device on Imhotep's back. While still in the air, she immediately remotely activated the device.

Zzz~

Bright electric light flashed across Imhotep's body, throwing him into a state of paralysis.

"Good chance!"

His eyes lit up, Yan Shuangying retreated, casually smashing a bottle of high-proof white liquor on Imhotep's body, accompanied by a flash of fire from the muzzle.

Boom!

The raging fire engulfed Imhotep, igniting everything in the room.

"Ah ah ah ah!

!"

Rolling on the ground, Imhotep screamed miserably, completely losing his composure.

These dazzling actions seemed like a lot, but in reality, they only happened in a few short seconds. One second Imhotep was showing off, the next he was being held down and burned, screaming miserably.

[Emotional value from Arthur Harrow +1779]

The room was filled with thick smoke, pungent and choking.

"......"

Stunned, Arthur quickly used his crocodile cane's magic to defend against the flames. His newly recognized boss was too weak, leaving him speechless.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and he keenly noticed a familiar clay figurine falling on Imhotep's body.

He quickly picked up the clay figurine and put it in his arms. Taking advantage of the fire and smoke, Arthur secretly pulled the Book of the Dead from his bag and threw it out with force.

Thud!

A muffled sound caught Steven's attention. He looked down and saw a black book.

"The Book of the Dead?!"

The flames on his body were extinguished by the covering of yellow sand. Imhotep, who had just climbed up from the ground, used his magic to dispel the smoke and immediately stared wide-eyed at the book.

"Pfft~"

Picking up the book from the ground, Steven couldn't help but laugh when he saw Imhotep's blackened appearance.

"Sorry, I usually don't laugh, unless I can't help it, pfft......"

"......"

His face, already blackened by the smoke, was now even darker. He reached out his hand and commanded.

"Give it to me!"

"Don't give it to him! This thing looks important to him. The more the enemy wants it, the less we'll give it!"

Yan Shuangying retreated to Steven's side, his twin guns pointed at Imhotep.

"He's right. This book may be the key to solving this incident!"

Natasha and Coulson walked over together, standing in front of Steven along with Yan Shuangying.

"No one can stop my desire to resurrect Anck-su-namun! All of you must die!"

With the Book of the Dead right in front of him, Imhotep roared and suddenly opened his mouth to spit out endless mosquitoes.

As soon as these mosquitoes appeared, they swept towards the four of them. Yan Shuangying's face changed drastically. He grabbed Steven and smashed through the window, jumping down from the second floor.

Coulson and Natasha followed closely behind. As soon as they landed, they quickly rolled to find cover, avoiding the pursuit of the mosquitoes.

Bang bang bang bang......

"Not good!"

With a shout, Yan Shuangying's palm suddenly loosened, and Steven's calf was yanked up by a long whip made of yellow sand......

Boom!

The wall of the second floor instantly collapsed, turning into fine sand. Imhotep walked out of it with a sullen face, the long whip made of sand danced, hanging Steven in front of him, and clusters of hard sand blocked the bullets fired by Yan Shuangying.

"Steven Grant?"

Without even looking down, Imhotep asked.

"Yes, it's me."

Hanging upside down in mid-air, Steven held the Book of the Dead in one hand and waved the other anxiously.

"I hate people stealing my things, and you......"

Puchi——

A long spear made of sand pierced Steven's abdomen. Imhotep coldly took away the Book of the Dead from his hand... or did he?

"......"

"Are you surprised?"

Massive white bandages wrapped around his body. The white knight shook his cloak, and with a strong force in his waist, kicked Imhotep heavily in the face.

Dong!

His face stung, and his body tilted. Imhotep was kicked away.

[You're finally here, Marc Spector!] Kong Su waved his scepter, happy for his arrival.

Arthur's footsteps quietly moved backward. Ammit's avatar had been obtained, and he had to find a way to leave here.

Marc Spector, transformed into the Moon Knight, officially went online, throwing the Book of the Dead to Natasha below and shouting.

"Take this thing and leave here quickly. I'll deal with this troublesome guy!"

"Damn it!"

Losing the Book of the Dead, Imhotep was furious. He stood up from the ground and chanted ancient Egyptian spells, summoning a dozen mummies with curved knives.

"Arthur, take these mummies and get the Book of the Dead back for me!"

Arthur, who was trying to find a way to leave, was overjoyed and quickly bowed in agreement.

As for himself, he cautiously looked at the Moon Knight, sensing a trace of divinity in this guy.

"Who are you?"

Silently standing on the edge of the house, the white knight introduced himself.

"Moon Knight!"

"Moon Knight?"

Imhotep let out a light sound, waved his hand, and the ground in front of him immediately collapsed.

"No matter who you are? Or what you are? You shouldn't stop me, Imhotep!"

"So your name is Imhotep......"

Marc Spector chuckled and immediately responded. He stepped heavily on the wall on the left, his body leaping into the air, his cloak stretched back into the shape of a crescent moon, and a right fist slammed hard on Imhotep's face.

Peng!

Staggering backward, as a high priest, his close combat level was not outstanding, not to mention... he had been sealed for a full 3000 years.

Damn gods!

At the thought of the curse he had suffered, the crazy insect-eating punishment, Imhotep couldn't wait to slaughter those gods!

He made no secret of his hatred for the gods, which caused Khonsu's displeasure. He ordered.

[Marc, kill this blasphemous guy!]

"......"

Marc wildly swung his fists, constantly hitting Imhotep. Imhotep retreated again and again, insidiously pouring magic into the ground, turning the ground into quicksand and wildly sweeping towards Marc.

Peng!

Marc jumped into the air, shooting out two crescent darts, but these little things were useless, hitting Imhotep and not even tickling him.

Boom!

A huge palm suddenly drilled out of the sand and slapped Marc.

His body crashed through the wall and fell outside. By the time Marc stood up again and rushed in, Imhotep had already turned into yellow sand and left.

"Not good! The Book of the Dead!"

Alarmed, Marc immediately rushed out of the room, heading towards the direction where Natasha and the others had left at full speed.

Khonsu looked at his departing figure, stood in place and thought for a while, then silently went to another place.

He had a bad premonition in his heart and had to go to the Giza Pyramid to take a look!