American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

"So, where did the city's guards and successors go?"

Thinking about their previous experiences, Mark was a little puzzled.

"3000 years is too long, anything could have happened..."

Frowning, Coulson found a reason.

"Maybe the descendants of those guards are no longer here, or have left."

"That's very possible."

Yan Shuangying nodded in agreement. After all, it had been 3000 years, a great change of time. It would be strange to keep guarding Hamunaptra.

"Okay, now we know what he wants the Book of the Dead for."

Shrugging, Mark sat down on a chair.

"And our current enemy is a high priest who has lived for 3000 years, right? What's the word for it, right, a devoted lover!"

Whoosh!

[Wrong! You are not dealing with a high priest now, but a madman who has absorbed the power of a god and has evil thoughts!]

Khonsu's appearance brought bad news. He told Mark about Imhotep killing the avatar of the gods and absorbing the power of Ammit, and repeatedly warned that their current power was difficult to deal with.

"Uh, guys, I suddenly have some bad news to tell you..."

The others turned their faces in confusion, and Mark relayed the heavy news to them.

Silence.

This was really bad news, and even the air suddenly became a little heavy.

"So, we are now dealing with... a god?"

Holding down the brim of his hat with one hand, Yan Shuangying's eyes became sharp.

"Well, accurately speaking, it's someone who has obtained divine power, okay... actually, there's no difference!"

Shaking his head, Mark had a wry smile on his face.

Coulson and Natasha looked at each other. They were still thinking about countermeasures, but the enemy's side suddenly upgraded the version. It was really..."

"It's really great, isn't it?"

Crack, crack, crack, the walls of the house suddenly cracked to both sides, and Imhotep, with his hands behind his back, swaggered out from inside with his little brother Arthur.

He raised the corner of his mouth, with a bloodthirsty smile.

"Everyone, we meet again~"

[Emotional value from Phil Coulson +1781]

[Emotional value from Natasha Romanoff +1779]

[Emotional value from Mark Spector +1784]

[Emotional value from Steven Grant +1789]

[Emotional value from Moon God Khonsu +3555]

"......"

Everyone was silent.

"Uh... who are you?"

After waiting for a while, Coulson spoke. No matter how he looked at it, he believed that he had never seen this crocodile-headed guy before.

He was so distinctive that Coulson would not forget him if he had seen him before.

[Idiot, this is Imhotep!]

Khonsu ran away instantly, but his voice remained.

Unfortunately, only Mark and Imhotep could hear it.

This made Imhotep feel very unfulfilled. What's wrong? Change the shape and you don't recognize me?

He folded his arms and raised his body back, his big crocodile eyes glanced at his little brother Arthur.

Arthur immediately became clever, stepped forward and shouted.

"You still don't hurry up and offer the Book of the Dead to Lord Imhotep!"

"Everyone be careful, don't be fooled by that crocodile-headed guy, he is Imhotep!"

Mark reacted immediately, put on a fighting stance and shouted.

"Natasha, keep the Book of the Dead safe!"

Coulson said to Natasha, and Yan Shuangying and Coulson took out their pistols at the same time. Natasha held the Book of the Dead on the table in her arms, revealing her carefulness.

"......"

Imhotep saw everyone's actions in his eyes. He looked at Mark innocently. What's going on? What did I lie to you about?

This look made Mark very vigilant, in case of the other party's conspiracy, he launched an attack first.

Once!

He jumped in the air, rotated 180 degrees and kicked out a flying kick. His movements were very beautiful and his posture was extremely beautiful. Imhotep clapped his hands gently, and a magic beam was shot from Arthur's crocodile crutch, hitting Mark.

Bang!

With a scream, Mark crashed through the window glass and flew out of the room.

Coulson: "......"

Yan Shuangying: "......"

Natasha: "......"

Is there something wrong, Mark?

This opened the switch to the battle, and fierce gunfire rang out in an instant.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Useless, too weak!"

Without moving his body, the surging sand had already spread out under Imhotep's feet. The bullets fell weakly at his feet like marbles that had lost their kinetic energy. When he lifted his foot forward, the sand under his feet was mighty, like a huge surging sea of sand.

Faced with this attack, Coulson and the others could only retreat quickly.

Whoosh—

The white knight flipped in from the window behind him, spread his cloak, rushed forward past the crowd, and the fist he swung out was instantly covered by yellow sand. This yellow sand was merciless and continued to sweep forward. Natasha's pupils shrank and she retreated quickly.

Whoosh!

A whip made of yellow sand suddenly窜出from the sand and wrapped around Natasha's waist.

Bang bang bang!

Three bullets were fired by Yan Shuangying, blasting the sand whip, but unexpectedly, several sand whips suddenly stretched out from the sand, tying Natasha's limbs and dragging her into the sand sea with great force.

"Natasha!"

Coulson exclaimed.

Whoosh—

Yellow sand scattered all over the ground.

Imhotep took Natasha and the Book of the Dead and left instantly.

Bang!

Moon Knight Mark punched a hole in the wall and said angrily.

"After absorbing Ammit's power, his power has increased too much!"

"But we can't do nothing. Coulson, where is your S.H.I.E.L.D. support?"

Patting the dust off his body, Yan Shuangying put his gun back in its holster.

"You really have a problem..."

Coulson turned his head, revealing a searching look.

"We have never told you about our identity, Yan Shuangying, what is your identity?"

As a special agent, suspicion is almost ingrained in his instincts, but in his heart, he has already guessed.

After a little thought, Yan Shuangying solemnly stated his identity.

"I come from the God's Shield Bureau."

"God's Shield Bureau? The one established by Dongguo?" Mark looked over in surprise.

"Sure enough..."

Even though he had guessed in his heart, Coulson was still surprised after the answer was confirmed, because this meant that the God's Shield Bureau's actions were ahead of them.

But... now is not the time to think about these things.

"Due to the urgency of time, coupled with our insufficient overall judgment of this incident, S.H.I.E.L.D. can only support two Quinjets in a short period of time."

Buzz—

A strong wind suddenly blew in the courtyard. Mark leaned against the window and saw two Quinjets slowly descending from the sky.

"Not enough!"

Taking his eyes back from the window, Yan Shuangying was a little dissatisfied. The dignified S.H.I.E.L.D. support... is this it?

"It's not that we don't want to, it's mainly because the time is too tight, and we didn't expect this matter to involve the gods of Egypt..."

With a wry smile, Coulson explained.

Originally, I thought I would only be dealing with some local gangs or local people, but I didn't expect the situation to escalate gradually. Now, it's completely out of control, and even Coulson himself feels depressed.

"Okay..."

Seeing the helplessness on his face, Yan Shuangying took out his phone and said a few casual words. Before long, two Dong country people, one fat and one thin, walked in from outside.

"Old Yan!" x2

They were carrying large and small bags, dressed like adventurers with white cowboy hats. First, they hugged Yan Shuangying separately, and then took a book made of golden covers from their bags and handed it to Yan Shuangying.

"Old Yan, Lao Hu and I found this under a sun god statue in the Hamunaptra area. We already had Shirley Yang look at it in advance. It's called Golden Chicken..."

"What golden chicken? It's called the Book of Amun-Ra!"

The man surnamed Hu put his hand on his forehead, first complaining, and then solemnly handed a piece of paper to Yan Shuangying.

"Old Yan, we're good at finding tombs, but we can't help with the battles that follow.

Miss Yang has already translated the spells inside in advance. I hope it can help you."

"Thank you."

Taking the paper full of writing, Yan Shuangying sincerely thanked them.

"You're welcome."

The man nodded and turned to walk out briskly. His partner seemed to want to mutter something, but was forcefully pulled away with his mouth covered.

Watching their departing figures, Yan Shuangying opened the Book of Amun-Ra, glanced at the paper again, and smiled.

"What's the use of this book?"

Seeing his smile, Coulson quickly asked.

Pa.

Closing the book, Yan Shuangying said mysteriously.

"Something that can allow us to turn defeat into victory..."

......

Night.

Inside Hamunaptra, in the hall where the ritual was to be performed.

"Huff..."

Finally completing all the preparations before the resurrection ritual, Imhotep looked at Natasha, who was tied to the altar, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Woman, don't struggle. You should feel honored to be the sacrifice for the resurrection of my beloved Anck-su-namun!"

"Ugh, ugh, ugh..."

Her body was firmly bound to the altar with chains, and even her mouth was tied with a dirty rag. Natasha struggled violently.

"It's useless. This is your destiny."

Holding a serpentine golden sword in his hand, Imhotep indifferently raised it high and stabbed down hard...

Boom!

The hall shook violently, the items inside were flung around wildly, the roof beams made cracking sounds, and countless yellow sands fell from above.

"Lord Imhotep, enemy attack!"

With a panicked face, Arthur Harrow rushed in from outside, shouting.

Boom!

Another attack, a corner of the house collapsed directly, and Arthur was thrown hard against the wall, making a painful sound.

Even the ground began to crack, and the carefully arranged ritual was destroyed in an instant, which made Imhotep very dissatisfied.

"Take her and find a safe place to stay. I want to see who is so bold!"

His eyes were cold, and he threw Natasha at Arthur's feet, turning his body into swirling yellow sand and rushing out of Hamunaptra.

Boom!

Boom!

Two missiles shot down from high altitude, exploding into huge sparks in the ruins of Hamunaptra.

"How dare you—!"

Just as he came out of the cave of Hamunaptra, Imhotep immediately roared when he saw the two fighter jets in the sky.

His body grew larger, turning into a giant Amit several hundred meters tall, raising his hand to grab the fighter jets in the sky.

The pilots of the two fighter jets were very skilled. They quickly rolled over in the air, dodging his arms while firing missiles.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Staggering back, Imhotep was furious. He opened his mouth and spewed out shocking yellow sand.

"Roar—!"

......

Pa.

Putting Natasha on the ground, Arthur Harrow looked at Imhotep's earth-shattering battle in the distance and clicked his tongue.

"That's really powerful. Is this the power of God?"

Then, he kicked Natasha at his feet.

"Madam, I advise you not to think about struggling. We mortals cannot resist that kind of existence!"

He may not have had that kind of fantasy. Imhotep, who absorbed Amit's power, might be able to achieve his wish to purify the world.

But the appearance of a few people immediately changed his face.

"Mark, is that you guys?"

Pa.

Throwing a signal receiver at Arthur's feet, Coulson and the others surrounded him from all around.

Looking at the signal receiver, Arthur's face was very ugly. The woman named Natasha must have a signal transmitter on her body. He and Imhotep were too superstitious about their own power and made such a low-level mistake.

"But, with just the three of you, can you deal with me?"

Bang!

A bullet passed through his ear, Yan Shuangying held a gun in one hand and said coldly.

"I'll bet you a dollar, I'll let you see your own brains."

"......"

Silently summoning a few jackals to block in front of him, Arthur retreated two steps with a calm face and waved his hand.

"Go, kill them!"

"Roar—!" x4

The jackals roared to the sky, rushing towards the few people first with a strong killing intent.

These jackals are different from the previous mummies. They cannot be directly observed with the naked eye, so Moon Knight Mark Spector can only take on four at the front.

In this way, as long as they find an opportunity, they can first eliminate Yan Shuangying and Coulson, and then concentrate their forces to kill Mark.

Arthur's abacus was clicking, and he was extremely proud in his heart, and immediately ordered a jackal to quietly bypass Mark's body and rush to Yan Shuangying.

"Yan Shuangying, be careful!"

Killing a jackal, Mark shouted anxiously.

"Too late!"

Arthur smiled sinisterly.

Swish!

The cold claws reflected the moonlight, grabbing downwards from the upper left as if tearing cloth. Yan Shuangying's ears twitched, and his body first took a step back and then quickly spun. He obviously couldn't see the jackal, but with his super experience, he judged the opponent's position at the moment of the attack.

This wonderful dodge made even the jackal a little stunned. Its right claw slammed fiercely on the ground, splashing a large amount of yellow sand, and just as its curved spine was about to straighten, it suddenly felt a gun stuffed into its mouth...

This gun was dark and cold, carrying death.

Just like Yan Shuangying's pupils at this time, calm like a bottomless black pool.

He glanced at the invisible void. At that moment, he seemed to see an upright... giant wolf!

Then, in Arthur's face full of "What the f*ck" expression, he calmly fired.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Thump!

The jackal's body trembled and fell softly to the ground. Its body began to dissipate, symbolizing death.

Then, the muzzle slowly aimed at Arthur's direction, and Yan Shuangying said indifferently.

"If your methods are only these, then you... can die."