American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

The instant the incantation was completed, a gust of eerie wind suddenly swept across the ground.

Imhotep's large foot froze in mid-air, his gaze fixed blankly in a certain direction.

In that direction, ripples appeared, and a magnificent chariot emerged from the void, radiating dazzling golden light.

Its size was disproportionate to Imhotep's hundreds-of-meters-tall stature, but the moment it charged towards Imhotep, he let out a terrified scream.

"Ahhhh!"

His body retreated rapidly, but the chariot was even faster.

The chariot passed through his chest like a phantom, and the giant, like a pillar supporting the sky, let out a mournful cry and collapsed to the ground with a crash.

Boom!

The ground shook, yellow sand splashed, and dust swirled wildly around, forcing everyone to shield their eyes.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Lying on the ground, Imhotep remained motionless, his eyes empty, as if his soul had been lost.

"How is it? Did it succeed, or..."

The dazzling chariot, pulling a humanoid figure, disappeared into the void. Natasha lowered her hand and asked Yan Shuangying.

"The Book of the Dead did react; I'm sure the incantation was successful."

Frowning slightly, Yan Shuangying affirmed.

The moon god Khonsu saw the clues. He glanced at the Book of the Dead and carefully examined Imhotep's current state, then said to Mark.

"Mark, tell them that the incantation's power did succeed, but this incantation alone cannot take away a god!"

Mark instantly understood his meaning and informed everyone of this information.

"So, Imhotep only lost his own magical power, but the divine power he devoured still remains in his body?"

After a moment of thought, Coulson figured it out.

"Then what do we do next? You've all seen the previous two attacks; we simply have no way to confront his power head-on!"

This wasn't to diminish their own morale, but the predicament they faced at that moment.

Even with 3000 years of power reduced, Imhotep was still strong!

"This..."

Mark smiled awkwardly and asked Yan Shuangying and Natasha, "The moon god Khonsu wants me to ask you, how have you considered the previous proposal? Do you want to become his knights?"

"As long as you become his knights, we can use the power of the ritual to seal Imhotep away!"

"..."

Natasha hesitated for a rare moment, thinking about her previous experiences with Tony and Constantine.

In this increasingly crazy world, finding a backer to enhance one's strength was undoubtedly a very correct choice.

But a voice in her heart kept telling her not to do it, that choosing it would bring lifelong regret.

Then, she heard Yan Shuangying's cold refusal in her ear.

"Sorry, Mark, I cannot become his knight."

Directly refusing, Yan Shuangying didn't even give a reason for his refusal.

Pressing her lips together, Natasha ultimately chose to follow her heart.

"Sorry, Mark, I cannot become his knight either."

"Although it's a bit of a pity, it is indeed a wise choice."

Watching the two choose to give up, Mark was relieved and didn't give Khonsu any face at all.

Becoming Khonsu's knight could certainly gain extraordinary power, but on the other hand, it also meant losing freedom.

He couldn't do what he wanted to do and would have to constantly undertake the tasks assigned by Khonsu, which greatly interfered with his life.

Being rejected by the two in succession, Khonsu was somewhat regretful. His body instantly grew larger, and taking advantage of the moment Imhotep was about to awaken, he pressed his crescent scepter against his neck.

Khonsu would never allow this kind of person, who had absorbed the power of Ammit, to exist in this world!

[Emotional value from the moon god Khonsu + 3444]

With a pain in his neck, Imhotep suddenly opened his eyes. A fierce light flashed in his pupils, and his hands pushed the scepter upwards fiercely.

"Moon god Khonsu, you flashy dressed fellow, today I will devour your power!"

"Hmph, boastful!"

With a snort, Khonsu pressed down with all his might, this scene appeared in front of government organizations all over the world.

In the footage they captured, they could only see Imhotep lying on the ground, hoarsely baring his teeth and pushing something upwards, seemingly fighting against some invisible existence.

The supercomputer operated at full capacity, and soon outlined a rough shape.

[Some kind of existence... has taken action.]

This intelligence appeared almost simultaneously on the fleets of the United States, Russia, and the Eastern Country.

"It should be, the moon god Khonsu."

Having received the information passed over by Yan Shuangying in advance, Leng Feng judged the person, or rather, the god who had taken action.

Thump, thump, thump...

A soldier walked over quickly, the electronic device in his hand was flashing.

"Chief, we have received a signal from Yan Shuangying."

"Very good, what about that senior? Is he still playing that erhu of his?"

With a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, Leng Feng's expression changed slightly.

This senior was good at everything, but he especially liked playing the erhu.

"Yes, Chief, but we have already notified him."

"What does the Egyptian government say?"

"After the affairs of the United States and Russia, they warmly welcome our 'visit'."

"Oh?" Raising his eyebrows slightly, Leng Feng laughed loudly.

"Then what are we waiting for, it's our turn to take the stage!"

"Yes."

...

Bang—!

Kicking Khonsu away with one foot, Imhotep rushed up and threw a flurry of old-fashioned punches, then dragged him on the ground like a dead dog, sat on his back and gave him a violent beating.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

The bird's head was crooked, and Khonsu's body trembled as he was beaten. He used the scepter in his hand to block Imhotep's old fist, and the crescent's blade slapped heavily on Imhotep's face.

Slap!

"Imhotep, don't underestimate a god!"

Imhotep was slapped hard in the face, his body tilted to the ground, Khonsu took the opportunity to get up, and the two fought again.

This fierce battle lasted for dozens of minutes, Imhotep still relied on his size advantage to suppress Khonsu on the ground.

"Hmph, Khonsu, having lost your protection, I want to see how these guys die!"

Heavily punching Khonsu in the head, Imhotep stopped paying attention to him and stood up, looking towards the location of Yan Shuangying and others.

He opened his mouth wide, revealing sharp teeth, and stretched out his right hand to make a cruel gesture: "Hahahaha... I will crush you one by one!"

But the next moment, a missile hit him in the face.

Boom!

Staggering back, Imhotep shook his head, he raised his head fiercely and looked towards the southeast sky.

Buzz!

!

A dull thunderous sound suddenly came from the distance, at the end of the line of sight, a large number of fighter jets appeared in the air, Imhotep opened his mouth and widened his eyes, he only saw countless flashes of fire in the air.

The next second.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Hundreds of missiles bombarded his body simultaneously.

High altitude.

Dozens of JJ20 fighter jets pulled out long contrails, flying over Yan Shuangying and others.

Yan Shuangying waved his hand upwards and immediately led the group to retreat rapidly. Kong Su, who had somehow mixed into the group, supported his old back, muttering and grumbling, seemingly complaining.

[Emotional value from Moon God Kong Su +3777]

"Chief, we have reached the designated location and carried out the first round of covering fire on the target."

Hovering in the sky above Imhotep, the pilot of a JJ20 fighter jet took out the intercom and reported the current situation.

"No need to worry about the missiles, after four rounds of salvo fire, disengage from the battlefield!"

Leng Feng's order came from the other end of the intercom. The fighter jet group in the high altitude began to change formation. They formed an arrow-shaped formation and aimed downwards, firing missiles in unison.

"Roar——!"

Imhotep below finally took action. He dispersed the smoke and clouds, roared to the sky, and a huge amount of sand rose up, gathering into a sand whip in his hand.

He held the long whip and lashed at the warplanes in the sky.

Whoosh!

From afar, it looked like a giant pillar thousands of meters long was whipping towards the sky, and even the air was wailing.

The warplane group in the high altitude calmly sent the order. The huge formation rapidly split into two sides. They dodged the whip and took the opportunity to project missiles downwards.

"Roar——Damn it!!"

Suffering from intensive bombing all over his body, Imhotep's long whip shattered in his hand. The sand on the ground vibrated continuously, turning into a tornado connecting the sky and the earth, sweeping towards the sky.

But the warplane group had completed its mission. After projecting the last round of missiles, they left the battlefield without any hesitation.

"Fack!"

Imhotep was furious, and countless sand spears were thrown into the air by him, but his accuracy was really not good, perfectly displaying the style of a 'tracing master'.

It wasn't until a strange melody entered his ears that he suddenly paused.

In his vision, a fighter jet was flying towards him.

Its performance was particularly different from its previous brothers. Before the plane arrived, the melody arrived first.

"A heartbroken man sits alone by the river at midnight.

Looking up at the sky, the stars are sparse and the moon is dim.

The wind blows, a thin coat cannot withstand the cold of the fifth watch.

The sound of the xiao chokes, like sobbing, reflecting on itself.

At this time last year, I was with you.

Hand in hand, we roamed the world, laughing and talking.

The wild geese fly by, hardly understanding the connection between our hearts.

Looking back, in a whisper, only tears remain."

This melody was extremely sad and moving, as if it had experienced the vicissitudes of life. The moment it sounded, the entire sky echoed.

"......"

Touching his face, Imhotep's gaze was a little dull. What the hell?

Was I not big enough or did I not look fierce enough, why are you singing?

The song is a good song, but... it's out of tune with the scenery on the battlefield.

Not only him, but governments and organizations around the world who were paying attention to this place were stunned. They really didn't understand Dong Country's tune.

"Is this what Dong Country sent?"

In the Mediterranean Sea, Craig, the commander of the American 6th Fleet, made the best of a bad situation. He compared the power of his own side with that of Dong Country, and suddenly slapped the table and laughed loudly.

"What is this? A 'erhu' playing performance artist?"

"Hahaha... I admit the tune is good, but Dong Country doesn't want to take down that monster with the power of music alone, right?"

"I really can't imagine that funny scene!"

At the same time, in a military base somewhere in St. Petersburg, the Maozi's officers were also laughing loudly.

"Haha... I admit, I did laugh just now."

"But can music really work?"

The colleague next to him couldn't hold back and laughed continuously, perhaps the previous failure made them want to find some balance.

Pa!

"Stupid!"

Smashing the red wine glass in his hand, the Maozi's Emperor, with his upper body bare, stood up from his seat.

His cold eyes were like lightning, sweeping across those laughing officers, and the words he spoke were like the ten thousand years of cold ice in Antarctica.

"Laughing at and belittling others does not make oneself great."

"Since Dong Country dares to send him out, they must have the confidence to do so."

"Open your eyes wide and take a good look. After witnessing the abilities of the Americans and us, I need to know what kind of confidence Dong Country has to send him alone!"

Suddenly receiving the Emperor's reprimand, the officers on both sides tightened their bodies. Their expressions were solemn, and they all bowed their heads and praised.

"Yes!"

......

Tap tap tap......

"Hey~ Yan Shuangying, is your Shenmao Bureau reliable or not! Why are they singing?"

While running forward, Mark shouted.

There was no way, this tune was surprisingly loud, shocking the audience as soon as it appeared. Didn't you see that even Imhotep was stunned there!

"You don't understand, this is 'Lone Star's Soliloquy', the famous work of the predecessor!"

Yan Shuangying ran very fast while carrying Arthur's body. Hearing Mark's question, he immediately turned his head and explained.

"Predecessor? Then who exactly is your predecessor?"

Hearing this, Natasha, who was following closely, quickly asked.

"Hehe......" Pausing, Yan Shuangying looked back at the distant sky and said proudly: "That is the Martial Arts Myth, the man known as the Heavenly Sword!"

"Heavenly Sword?"

"Yes."

"Name?" Coulson asked.

"Nameless!"

[Emotional value from Phil Coulson +1793]

[Emotional value from Natasha Romanoff +1791]

[Emotional value from Mark Spector +1799]

[Emotional value from Steven Grant +1799]

[Emotional value from Arthur Harrow +1799]

[Emotional value from Moon God Kong Su +3788]

Whoosh——

Stepping on the moonlight, standing on the nose of the fighter jet, facing the cold wind, the blue clothes fluttered on his body.

The man with long black curly hair stopped playing the erhu and lowered his eyes indifferently.

His eyes were as bright as the sea, and as brilliant as the vast galaxy. Those eyes were as gentle as water, full of enthusiasm for all things in the world.

Looking up, Imhotep solemnly met this person's gaze.

He felt a kind of abyss-like aura from the other person, as if it were an unsheathed sword, flashing with sharpness.

From the bottom of his heart, Imhotep did not think that he would lose to the other person. The dividing line between humans and gods was clear, and he... had devoured a god!

Therefore, he said indifferently.

"Another spoiler?"

"Very good, tell me, your name?"

The man on the plane head smiled lightly, and the sky filled with smoke and clouds turned into sharp swords in an instant. These sharp swords covered the sky, exuding a fierce and unparalleled sword intent, as if the entire sky was filled with the word "sword".

These sword tips all pointed downwards, aiming at Imhotep's body, and the man's voice was like a wind wrapped in sword intent, sending it lightly into Imhotep's ears.

"Nameless."