[Mummy] Eternal Life Spell

"Do you think it's you who stopped me faster, or I inserted this knife into my veins faster." Mr. looked at Imerton with a smile on his face, and he didn't know how he could see that Imerton Morton was secretly accumulating energy. In short, when he said this, he pressed the dagger in his hand a little bit into his neck.

"...Do you think I will give up because of your threat?" Imerton's face was uncertain.

"Oh? Let's try it then." Upon hearing this, the gentleman shrugged indifferently.Imerton wanted to use the way that he didn't care about his life and death at all to let Mr. die. He put down the dagger and scriptures. He thought that as long as human beings are afraid of death, he didn't know that for Mr. Death is completely indifferent.

So when Mr. started to force his hand, Imerton immediately stopped it, and his surprise can be seen from his expression: "Wait, sir."

"What? You changed your mind?" Mr. stopped, he was sure that Immorton would not really let him die, so he didn't use any force, but the wound was still a bit big, and the blood flowed down the dagger to his On his fingers, on the collar, against his calm and gentle face, it looked extraordinarily weird. "Then it will be convenient, Mr. O'Connor, could you please bring the key from Emerton's hand?"

O'Connor was still in shock, but when he heard Mr. calling him, he immediately came back to his senses and walked up to Imerton, thinking that he would conjure some kind of sand to attack him, but he didn't do anything, just silently Standing there, looking at Mr. with deep and painful eyes.

"You want me to die that much? Well, if that's what you want..." Imerton took out the key with a wry smile, and put it in O'Connor's hand.There were too many emotions in his voice, and Evelyn couldn't help but feel heartbroken when she heard it—why does it feel like... Mr. is his lover, not that ghost Ankasu Namu? ?

The husband took the key with a smile and said nothing, and opened the "Sun Golden Scripture".At this time, Imerton obviously had many opportunities to stop him, but he did nothing, just looked at Mr. motionless, watching him concentrate on reading the scriptures with his head down, just like 3000 years ago, when he was a When I was a child, I could look at him every day, quietly lowering my eyes, with long eyelashes.

After a few seconds, he seemed to have found what he was looking for and chuckled lightly. "Imorton, you are wrong." He said softly with some unknown meaning, and before Imerton could react, he spoke the spell quickly but clearly.

Imerton's face changed suddenly when he heard this spell - this is not a spell that can kill him, but... It's a suicidal spell!Only the person who uttered this spell will not only die on earth, but his soul will also be destroyed forever by Anubis!

Emerton immediately activated his ability, trying to snatch the scriptures in Mr.'s hand, but it was too late, it was too late now, Mr. had already uttered the last word, and the powerful force of death surrounded him. Imerton's sand All were blocked from Mr.'s body.

"...What are you doing..." Imerton said with some difficulty and even despair.He couldn't stop it, he couldn't take him back from the hands of the god of death, he could only watch him die, watch his soul perish forever, never be able to be resurrected!

"Do what I have dreamed of doing for 5000 years." There was a hint of relief in the gentleman's smile.He waited for this day for more than 5000 years, and he didn't want to wait any longer. God knows how much he was looking forward to this day.

After hearing this, Imerton couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Looking at your expression, you probably understand, Imerton." Sensing the cold aura flowing through his body, Mr. raised his dagger again, "I have traveled more than 2000 years since I met you." It's been years, you're just a victim, I'm sorry."

As the gentleman said, there was no trace of guilt in his voice, and he directly stabbed the knife into his chest.

I'm really sorry Emerton, just hope this time...

Emerton waited for 3000 years to resurrect Mr., but when he finally found him, he was going to die in front of him. Moreover, he knew that he missed and longed for him, and he still used his feelings like this... Imerton couldn't feel any joy of reunion, and the complicated grief almost took his breath away. He could only watch helplessly as the black air floating around Mr. suddenly condensed and rushed towards his forehead...

However, at this moment, a golden light appeared on his skin, forming an angle with that black air.The gentleman who was originally so angry seemed to have regained his strength. He watched the two forces, one light and one dark, confront each other with a pale complexion. For the first time, there was a look of despair in his eyes.

The confrontation between the two forces became more and more fierce, and it was obvious that neither of them wanted to give in. The forces of light and darkness gradually spread to the entire tomb, and then there was a loud noise that could make people's ears ring. It was like a sudden explosion, and the person who took the flash couldn't open his eyes.

I don't know how long it took before the light in front of me gradually disappeared, and the surrounding scene gradually became clear.Emerton put down his hand that was covering the flash, looked at the scene around him, and couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

This is not Hamna Tower's tomb.

The magnificent wooden buildings faintly reveal the ancient majesty and vicissitudes of time. The ancient Egyptians seldom used trees as building materials because their forest coverage was very small. Therefore, this is the first time Imerton saw wooden buildings The houses are built in the same style and, in their inexhaustible majesty, are clearly not Egypt.

Beside him, there were a few strange-looking people, and Imerton knew with just one glance that these people were definitely of the same clan as Mr.They were wearing long robes, frowning and trembling, as if they were facing an enemy, as if they were afraid that some terrible person would take their lives in the next second, and they didn't even look at Imerton.

Imerton frowned slightly, moved his fingers slightly, and countless fine sands fell from the cuffs of his robe to the ground.There was no wind, and the fine sand moved by itself, exploring to the side, but to Imerton's surprise, the fine sand he scattered as a mine detection tool came from the decorative furniture that seemed to be solid, as well as those people. through the body.

It's all an illusion.Imerton took the fine sand back.

Suddenly, a solemn musical instrument sounded. Hearing this sound, the bodies of those Orientals trembled, and they immediately fell to their knees on the ground with a plop.Emerton looked at their trembling bodies suspiciously. Before he could figure out what happened, he felt a strange force pass through his body——a man in a black suit passed through his body. The body walked up to the high throne with unhurried but precisely measured steps, turned around, and the black robe drew a sharp arc in the air, and sat down.

Imerton froze in place. He looked in disbelief at the man leaning on the throne calmly, with loose black hair, sword eyebrows, and amber starry eyes like a beast in the night. With a cold light, high/straight nose bridge, and thin lips without a trace of curvature, if you look at his appearance alone, this man is his Fisher Rilla!

But... Imerton walked forward slowly, with some doubts in his eyes.The man he knew always had a gentle smile, his every move was full of elegance and dignity, he was calm and calm when he changed, and exuded a calming temperament all over his body.But this person... just sat there and did nothing, the murderous aura and indifferent coercion on his body that could never be concealed were enough to make people tremble with fear.

"Who gave you the right to make you act rashly." The man on the throne said softly, the same voice, but without the gentleness of Mr., it was as cold as a knife, and there was a flash of embarrassment in his lazy amber eyes. With a soft stern look, he stared at Imerton casually.

Imerton stopped, could he see him?

"King," a trembling voice came from behind Imerton, he glanced sideways, and a man who was stronger than the man on the throne stood up as if he was going all out regardless of the eyes of the people around him, "The last general... There is something..."

"Oh, don't you be soft-hearted, General." Before he could ask for it, the gentleman sneered, "The way of fighting to support the war makes you feel sorry for those weak, and the pathetic human nature makes you feel sorry for those wastes who are used as cannon fodder. .You object to my strategy, don't you?"

"...Yes, Your Majesty, although they are still our enemies now, that piece of land will definitely belong to us in the future. The method of burning, killing and looting to obtain supplies can only be used for temporary convenience, but in the future we want to raise that piece of land. Get up, win the hearts of the people, I'm afraid..." The general's plausible voice became weaker and weaker under the watchful eyes of the gentleman.

"Now, they are still enemies." The gentleman looked at him coldly, as if looking at a corpse, "As for how they will live in the future...it has nothing to do with me. If they want to live, they will always use all means Survive, this world will always be crueler than you imagined, if you can't survive, you are weak, I don't need weak, such subjects have no survival value for me."

"As for the soldiers who are being used as cannon fodder..." The gentleman elongated his tone, and said in a nonchalant tone, "My chess pieces must have some sacrifice value."

"But, Your Majesty..."

The general's voice was interrupted by Mr. getting up, he walked slowly to the kneeling general, narrowed his eyes slightly: "You are a smart man, you helped me get a few upgrades, general, but..."

A silver light flashed, blood spattered, and a ferocious head rolled aside.

"I don't need a dog questioning my decision." Mr. stepped on the still twitching headless corpse, and slowly wiped the blood from the knife on another man kneeling on the ground.Because he was relatively close to the general, more than half of the splattered blood splashed on him. Feeling the blade of the master across his body, he couldn't stop trembling, prostrate on the ground without lifting his head.

Imerton looked at the strange man in front of him, and was about to raise his hand to touch the blood on his cheek, when the surrounding scene changed, the bloody corpse disappeared, and countless beauties in tulle were spinning in the hall, accompanied by the melodious voice With countless people talking in low voices, sitting on top, it is still the husband, but he has changed into a set of white Chinese clothes, and there is a soft and boneless woman leaning on his side.

"Prince Li, my concubine would like to offer you a toast." The woman said in a soft voice, and a normal man's bones would definitely be shattered when he heard this voice.

But the gentleman just glanced at her lazily and smiled, a smile that was both evil and dangerous.When the glass was about to touch his lips, Mr. grabbed her arm and poured the wine into her mouth.

"You have just been dedicated to me, and you want to kill me... Maybe you should change your method." The husband pinched her chin and kissed her fiercely, blocking her attempt to swallow the poisoned wine. spit out the mouth.

Not long after, the husband let her go, his mouth was full of black blood, the black blood spit out by the woman, her eyes kept the disbelief before she died, she didn't understand why he didn't die.

"Poisoning is of no use to me." The gentleman licked his lips, and a black scorpion suddenly emerged from the woman's collar, and crawled obediently onto the gentleman's finger.The gentleman touched the body of the big scorpion, and kicked the woman's bluish body to the ground, "Since you like poisoning so much, let all your clansmen be punished by poisoning."

The audience was still singing and singing, and no one looked at the woman's body, as if they were used to it.

Then, the scene began to change again, from the banquet to the fighting battlefield, from the battlefield to the bedroom, from the bedroom to the courtroom, countless camera transitions made Imerton deeply aware of what happened to Mr.

curse.separate.Rebirth.

In Mr.'s life, there are only these three things.