Fantasy World Transmigration - 621. Chapter 621

Zhang Ziqiang had to call out the four animals that sealed part of Imerton’s power and swallowed his internal organs in the holy urn, cats, scarabs, crocodiles, and falcons. Immortal confronted them and Immortal struggled. He became even more crazy, his whole person turned into a group of drifting quicksand, hideous faces constantly appeared in the sandstorm, extremely painful.

With Immortal’s roar and roar, more dark and evil forces awakened from the capital of the dead.

The people in the camp found that there were many sunken bunkers in the surrounding sand. They stayed away from these bunkers vigilantly and retreated to the steel plate that Horus had already prepared. They looked like the donkey cart parked outside the steel plate had no time. Transfer, quietly sinking into the quicksand, just as the sand sank to the donkey’s chest, the donkey struggled and screamed like crazy.

The outside of the capital of the dead is like an ocean that has turned into quicksand, the sand tumbling like flowing water.

Immediately after countless dry bone claws protruded from the sandpit, Hamnata was called the capital of the dead, and naturally there will be no less “dead”. In fact, there are countless buried under the capital of the dead. Corpses, there are pharaohs buried with wealth, power and funerary objects, there are loyal guards who are buried with them, there are slaves who declare the rights of the pharaohs, and some are not even made of mummies, just in the process of building this huge city. The dead slaves and workers.

Now that they are awakened, Imerton’s own power is not enough to drive so many’dead’, but the charm of spells is that they can use the smallest force to move the greatest miracle of the universe, accompanied by Immortal’s miserable death. That curse, after three thousand years, has accumulated a huge dark power that is enough to subvert Egypt.

Now with the recovery of this force, Immortal will inevitably become stronger.

Every moment, his mana is soaring. Even though the five urns he lost have greatly hindered his mana recovery, it cannot be hindered. Immortal uses this power to awaken the curse of the capital of the dead. The status of Immortal High Priest gave him this authority, and Chen Ang wanted to destroy him head-on and seize this authority.

The power of the two is entangled in Hamnata, Chen Ang’s advantage lies in the two mysterious scriptures, and the power of Immortal comes from this curse that spans three thousand years.

The power of the curse spread in the camp, and the large number of scarabs that were sealed in the stone chamber became restless, so that Zhang Ziqiang had to remove the gem scarab, which had sealed part of the power of Imerton, from his side and sent it to lead the restless ones. Scarab.

With the loss of the scarab that represents rebirth, there was a huge gap in the power to prevent Emerton. A part of Emerton’s essence lost its threat and grew sharply. His power rose with the rise of the dark tide. If not for Chen Ang, Two scriptures suppressed him, and he was almost able to break free from the golden circle that bound him.

Without the suppression of the power of the holy light from the obelisk reflecting the sun, the darkness provided Immortal with blessing, making him gradually breathe.

The curse of the capital of the dead gradually entangled everyone in the camp, making them weak and feeble. Rotting sores appeared on their faces along with hard-to-heal wounds. O’Connor saw someone growing out of their bodies. Thick blisters, and Evelyn also became weak, and some people gradually lost even, chanting the name of Emerton, trying to attack the line of defense of the Eye of Horus.

But here is not all people, there is also a kind of creature, gradually becoming stronger with the disappearance of the sun.

Those mysterious people wearing black clothes in the Eye of Horus clearly felt the dark power of this curse, but under the moonlight, this power could only bring them pain, but could not hurt and control them.

These hundreds of mysterious people dressed in black, while maintaining basic order, easily knocked down the people controlled by Immortal to the ground. They were infinitely powerful and had amazing resilience, but as the curse strengthened, Sanity is about to get out of control.

Standing on the altar, Chen Ang used the Black Book of Undead to steal part of the ever-increasing source of darkness. Immortal was cursed for three thousand years of enormous power, a large part of which was beyond his control, and the original cursing power of the capital of the dead was triggered. , And it is beyond the influence of Imerton, but Chen Ang used the Black Sutra of the Undead and the Golden Sun Sutra to mobilize a part of the power of the capital of the dead, and then affected the curse power that Emerton could not fully control, and stole this part of the curse. strength.

He whispered the incantations from the Undead Bible, like countless voices, like men and women, old men and children, saints and sinners, repeating the mysterious language used by ancient Egyptian priests.

Immortal heard these whispering voices in his ears. He naturally understood what these spells were saying. He also sang the ancient Egyptian language in anger. The voices of the two of them went from low to high, echoing all over the camp. In people’s ears, Chen Ang read the Black Sutra of the Undead while holding up the Golden Sun Sutra, and the voice behind him chanted two different mantras at the same time.

Under the altar, thousands of mummies slowly moved with the chanting. They woke up from their sleep, followed the orders of the Undead Black Sutra, and climbed up from the ground. Chen Ang relied on his superb spellcasting skills and the hand The Undead Black Sutra easily obtained the authority to control them. Looking at the black-clad blood guards who were constantly purging the mummies trying to climb up the camp, Chen Ang gave an order to the thousands of mummies to drive them to slaughter the newly born kind. .

Many of these mummies were Pharaoh’s guards before they were alive. They were armed and powerful. Compared with the slaves who built the capital of the dead, they were more powerful. They used a machete to smash the skeleton mummies who wanted to get up from the quicksand. , Together with the black-clothed blood guards, protected this seemingly precarious camp in the surging tide of curse.

The mummy’s betrayal made Immortal roar in anger.

But Egypt has been a turtle for decades, and then has slept for three thousand years. Of course, he can’t compete with the eight major arcanists and a subordinate consciousness clone. Although the Kyushu teammates think Chen Ang is a great scientist on the scientific side, but this cannot obliterate the fact that he is also a great arcanist on the mysterious side.

Immortal had reason to be angry. Chen Ang borrowed his power to awaken the sleeping mummy, but seized the control of the mummy. This is equivalent to stealing his power. Without the source of power, even Chen Ang could not be born out of nothing. Drive so many mummies.

But with Immortal, the source of power, it’s different. Chen Ang, like deceiving Anubis, snatched the cursed power that had been accumulated for three thousand years from Immortal’s hands. How could he not anger the proud high priest? At this moment Immortal felt the humiliation of being trampled on.

But no matter how angry he roared, Chen Ang no longer paid attention to the loser, and he slowly came to Hong Fan.

A dagger made of obsidian was placed next to him, Terence and Zhao Yingqi held two books for him, spread out the Golden Sun Sutra and the Black Sutra of Undead, and placed them in front of Chen Ang’s eyes. One was dragged out. The Pharaoh’s remains were placed on the altar. Chen Ang took the sacrificial knife, cut through his right palm, and sprinkled blood on the Pharaoh’s remains.

He will carry a bloody palm print on the golden sutra of the sun in front of him, chanting: “Dust return to dust, soil return to soil, nostalgia, suffer! Dead souls, Lord of Hades, follow my wishes, hold this lord. “With the end of the spell, countless ferocious heads were occupied in a pool of black water beside the altar, and they roared silently.

Chen Ang used the power of the Black Sutra of the Undead to awaken the souls of all the people buried in the capital of the dead from the underworld.

If it weren’t for the battery of Immortal, Chen Ang would never be able to do such terrible things. With the help of Pharaoh’s remains, he locked his soul, and was looking for the souls of ten other pharaohs. These close relatives intermarried with the “God of Blood”, and using various secret methods recorded in the Sun’s Golden Book, cruelly tortured their souls and awakened their power.

In the camp, Evelyn felt a breath that made her heart-stirring. She said to O’Connor, “I seem to feel something. Those people, they are doing terrible things in the altar room over there. This city Angry!”

O’Connor looked at the men in black who watched them vigilantly, and said helplessly: “But we can’t do anything at all!”

The cursing power of the capital of the dead seemed to be angered by Chen Ang. The surging dark tide brought the anger of the eleven pharaohs, gushing from the ground, but was firmly controlled by the black scriptures of the undead. Power, wantonly whipping the souls of the pharaohs, angered them to awaken all the curse power of the capital of the dead.

Countless illusory souls and ferocious undead spirits struggled in the black mist, roaring and cursing at Chen Ang. Chen Ang shattered the Pharaoh’s remains into ashes, covered Hong Fan’s body, and told Hong Fan to both With only the palm of his hand opened and placed on the two scriptures, Chen Ang gave Hong Fan his breath and restrained his existence. He pierced the sacrificial knife into Hong Fan’s heart, and took out the most important core of the blood race. .

As soon as the dark red heart left Hong Fan’s body, he was exposed to the crowd of countless dead spirits in the capital of the dead.

Pharaoh’s souls felt the aura that made them extremely disgusted by Hong Fan, and drove the necromantic army to swarm up Hong Fan’s body, but the blood race was soulless. Chen Ang waved his right hand and waited beside him. The black-clothed blood people respectfully worshipped like their ancestor, and then swung a knife to cut the throat of the sacrifice they were pressing, and at the same time, cut a knife on their wrist.

Countless blood streams swarmed towards Hong Fan, and the powerful curse of countless dead spirits distorted Hong Fan’s power and brought him endless pain.

But he was able to get an endless stream of power from his blood. All the blood races present were giving their strength to him. They began to raid the ordinary people in the camp, biting their throats with their teeth, and devouring them. The blood of Horus, the members of the Eye of Horus did not resist, and those who resisted were so weak and drowned in the crowd.