Superman of the American Comics

When Seth, the God of death, tried to enter the world with the reincarnation ceremony thousands of years ago and build ancient Egypt into an invincible empire of the dead, he certainly didn't think that mortals could resist himself.

Obviously, it is to occupy the body and complete reincarnation.

The arrival of the head is like taking the initiative to send the head and invite the king into the urn.

"Arrogant man..."

The dark shadow churned in Luke's body, and a strong gas flame formed and erupted, just like the bright flame burning.

The dense hieroglyphs, like incantations, floated on his face, looking particularly terrible.

"Is this the anger of death?"

Luke stood where he was, unmoved.

There was neither panic nor fear.

At present, everything is still under control.

He thought before that the gods symbolizing power, war, desert and death might be a little stronger than they are now.

Considering the thousands of years and the changes of the times, many people may not know the nine pillar God of Egypt.

It is understandable that the strength is so weak.

"But so."

After a rhetorical question, Luke gave an answer.

The light evaluation is more like a merciless strong ridicule, which completely aroused Seth's thunder and anger.

The dark shadow in the body shows the ferocious shape of the Jackal head.

"I will make you feel..."

Seth wanted to threaten and madly extract the life power of this arrogant human, so that the other party could understand the pain of death.

But on second thought, if Luke died, it would be a failure of the ceremony.

He has been waiting for thousands of years. Isn't his plan to come to this world going to be declared bankrupt.

The embarrassing situation of being in a dilemma immediately made Seth at a loss, and his high tone was silent for a moment.

"What do you feel? A dejected dilemma of an old God?"

A cold laugh of contempt came from Luke's mouth.

"The nine pillar gods of Egypt have become a thing of the past."

"In this era of declining faith, you are no different from the antiques in thrift stores."

"Those things are worth at least some money."

"And you are worthless."

Every word is like a sharp knife, revealing the only trace of dignity and dignity left by Seth.

Lift off the seemingly mysterious and powerful coat and expose the essence of being strong in the outside and weak in the inside.

"I have dealt with many dimensional demons and gods. They alone support the world and their own existence is expanding. They stand in the sea of the universe like twinkling stars and are not shaken by the changes of foreign things."

"And you, losing the power given by faith, are inferior to ordinary people."

Luke mobilized the stellar energy in his body to suppress the incompetent and furious God of death Seth.

At the same time, he also used the identity of the supreme mage to communicate with emperor Weishan and draw strength.

A magnificent pure white light column fell from the sky and enveloped Superman.

"Ancient gods..."

Seth, the God of death, was appalled.

He is one of the nine pillar gods of Egypt.

Naturally, we can detect the true identity of emperor Weishan.

"You are too slow."

Luke smiled.

Pure white light poured into the body.

The ferocious dark shadow, like snow in the sun, was constantly evaporated.

"I laughed at your authority to die."

Luke opened his right hand, and a Pharaoh's Scepter gradually condensed and appeared in the palm of his hand.

He suddenly grasped it, and his eyes were filled with strands of black light, which was very frightening.

So the authority of Seth, one of the nine pillar gods of Egypt, the God of death, fell into his hands.

"I curse you! With my life, with everything!"

The dark shadow seemed to be dragged and pulled away from Luke's body slowly.

No matter how hard you struggle or how unwilling you are, it's useless.

"It doesn't have to be. Your name, your image, always exists in history."

Luke felt the power contained in the scepter and said with a smile: "I am just a proxy God of death. I have no believers and will not be enshrined in the temple."

"Think about it another way. I'm actually working for you. You're my boss."

"Seth, is it much better?"

The Egyptian god of death seemed shocked by the shamelessness of mankind and fell into a long silence until the dark shadow completely left each other's body.

Hiss! Hiss, hiss, hiss!

When Seth, the God of death, was exposed to the sun, it turned into a wisp of smoke.

The black flame, thick as oil, lit up a large fire.

The shrill wail and the angry roar disappeared with the ferocious form of Seth, the God of death.

"Death is gone?"

Dr. Henry, who had been on the sidelines, and all the members of the information department were stunned.

Although they didn't know what had just happened, they still felt their hearts shaking when the results were presented in front of them.

An Egyptian god worshipped by the world thousands of years ago disappeared.

Even the people present, the vast majority are firmly atheists.

But behind the scenes, they not only wavered in their ideas, but also had an uncontrollable enthusiasm of awe and worship for Superman.

The most obvious performance is the constantly refreshing and rising reputation value.

"The gods will not die completely."

Luke corrected Dr. Henry's misconceptions.

In his eyes, every life has illusory lines of different lengths.

That's the length of life!

Whenever he wants, he can try holding the Pharaoh's Scepter in his right hand to cut off or renew someone's life line.

Of course, this is not easy and needs to pay a certain price.

"As long as someone can remember their names, as long as the traces of history do not completely disappear."

Luke looked at the Egyptian Princess anmanette, who was trembling and scared almost all over her face.

"They will have the opportunity to 'resurrect' and come to this world."

"Maybe hundreds of years, maybe thousands of years, Seth, who falls into deep sleep again, will appear again."

Dr. Henry listened carefully. He could not help thinking that if Seth, the God of death, slept in the dark, the Superman holding the Pharaoh's Scepter would not be equivalent to the living God of death?

With this in mind, the senior manager of the Expo Department subconsciously buried his head a little lower.

This is the fear of God.

"It's not as terrible as you think."

Luke seemed to have guessed what Dr. Henry thought and shook his head slightly.

He didn't explain too much. Those complex concepts are too complex for ordinary people.

The belief system of this world has long been divided by many gods.

Olympian God system, Greek god system, Nordic God system, ancient India, ancient Egypt

Plus, heaven and hell are two camps.

The souls of those believers are labeled when they kneel down to a God and pray.

When you reach the end of your life, you will become a "chip" in your God system.

Those dimensional demons picked up only a little leftover scraps at best.

Relatively speaking, the importance of "soul chips" to them is not as important as the gods.

In Luke's view, the earth is like a huge casino.

The gods who rarely appear in the world and the big men who hide behind the scenes.

The competition is who has more chips and who has thick background.

"Lord death..."

Silently act as a small transparent anmanette, weak and weak.

"What can I do for you?"

According to the original contract, she helped Seth, the God of death, come into the world.

In return, it can not only live forever, but also become each other's partner and rule a large territory.

But what happened now was completely beyond her expectation and that of Seth, the God of death.

"The dead are not welcome in this world."

Luke said faintly.

Emmanuel trembled and knelt on her knees.

She managed to get rid of the darkness of thousands of years and the seal of the coffin.

If you go back to the original situation and suffer such torture, it would be worse than death.

"However, considering my underworld, someone needs to manage it."

Luke's mouth stirred up the fear of the Egyptian princess, and then he erased it with his own hands.

"Are you ready to work for me, Anne Manette?"

The ups and downs of life made the Egyptian Princess like a roller coaster.

She breathed out a long breath and was so excited that tears would fall down.

"I will take care of the underworld for you!"

Anne Manette promised.

"I hope so."

Luke held the Pharaoh's scepter and his eyes glowed black.

Boom!

The unreal loud noise is like the twisting of a chain and the engagement of gears.

A magnificent portal branded with hieroglyphics slowly opened.

That's the underworld!

Belongs to the kingdom of death!

"Huh?"

At the moment of opening the underworld, Luke seemed to have a subtle connection with the "Kingdom of death" existing in different places.

His vision pierced through the barrier of space and saw a cold world full of wet fog.

Then a slim figure in a green cloak came into view.