Emerton''s palm held the sun.


    darkfall.


    It''s time to hunt!


    "Master, I have found out that the thieves who stole the holy urn are hiding in this small town."


    Bangui with sharp nosed monkeys lowered his head and dared not see the terrible face of ancient evil things.


    His neck and hands were covered with gold ornaments, and his face looked like an upstart.


    "Yes."


    Emoden''s bloodshot eyes showed a look of resentment.


    The holy urn is a sacred object of Osiris, the God of the underworld. With the ritual magic of the "black Scripture of the dead", it can completely revive the dead. He must take it back one by one!


    "Let''s go."


    Put on a dark iron mask, imoden wrapped in a ragged black robe and walked into town with Bangui.


    Looking at the pedestrians in the town, his eyes were very cold.


    When he rules Egypt with the power of death, he must restore the order of the past and re-establish slavery!


    "Right ahead, master."


    I don''t know what kind of evil ideas the old monsters around me have. Bangui, who just wants to get rich, honestly became a "guide Party" and took imorton to a fairly good hotel.


    Imorton went straight in


    As soon as he stepped into the store, he felt the call of "Osiris holy Urn".


    Oh.


    Do mortals dare to touch God''s keepsake?


    Imorton went upstairs silently to a room.


    Coincidentally, the owner of the room was the unlucky man who had his eyes and tongue taken away by him.


    "Sleep?"


    After the treatment of the secret believers, although the man with glasses saved his life, he completely lost his eyesight and couldn''t speak clearly. When he heard someone enter the house, he thought it was his companion.


    "The underworld is calling your name."


    Imorton took off his mask and showed his dry face.


    The strange emphasis made the glasses man feel wrong, but it was too late. His hand touched his skin like a dead tree branch.


    With the rapid passage of water, the man with glasses dried up like a dehydrated lemon.


    Bangui watched, nervously swallowing and spitting.


    Fortunately, he knelt quickly


    "Well."


    After sucking the blood from the man with glasses, the whole person of imorton became stronger.


    Although he still looks like a terrible skeleton, he is much "fresh" now than before.


    "Next."


    As if full, there was a satisfied expression on imorton''s face.


    With a few more such live offerings, he can restore his previous mana, and he won''t be so embarrassed when he meets the foreign mage of unknown origin.


    "Yes, master."


    Bangui quickly bowed his head.


    The "leading Party" is the "leading Party", at least not so miserable.


    Death came.


    As the holy urns were taken back, imorton''s mana became stronger and stronger. When all the members of the American expedition turned into pure vitality, he was absorbed by him. Except for a few terrible scars on his face, he almost became no different from normal people!


    "Praise the underworld."


    Imorton meditated.


    It was the power of death that brought him new life.


    The thousands of years of suffering in the underworld made faith deeply engraved in his soul.


    He wants to make death, he wants to make slaughter.


    He wants to


    Please the gods.


    In exchange for greater power!


    "There''s the last one left."


    All the holy urns have been taken back, and now there is only one thing left


    "The black book of the dead"!


    Somewhere in Egypt, history museum.


    "I can''t explain what happened recently. That''s more than I know."


    The scholars of the American expedition were talking to the familiar curator with a frightened face.


    "The secret order stared at me. I managed to escape under their eyes."


    He said, revealing a corner of the cloth bag.


    That''s a black metal book.


    "Hiss!"


    The curator who met the scholar was obviously knowledgeable and recognized what the book was.


    His eyes widened involuntarily and he took a breath of air-conditioning.


    "You''re crazy!"


    Scholars smile bitterly.


    He began to regret excavating the ruins of the "city of death" - just after someone in the team was robbed of his eyes and tongue by a monster.


    "Can you contact a private plane for me?


    This book is the reward. I''ve been trapped in this desert for some days. I want to go back to America! "


    The contents of the book have been well expanded and printed. If you can, scholars also want to take the original.


    But now it seems that greed is death.


    He didn''t want to die, so he had to give up.


    "This..."


    The curator hesitated.


    This is the "Black Book of the dead", a legendary treasure!


    No one is not excited.


    "Well, I''ll ask my friend for you."


    With little thought, he agreed.


    But just then, the sky outside the museum suddenly darkened.


    Emitting an ominous smell


    "Huh?"


    Scholars and curators were stunned.


    The solar eclipse has just passed. How can it happen again?


    "Buzzing, buzzing!"


    Countless insects sounded faintly.


    The scholar and the curator could not help but change their faces.


    Especially scholars.


    He remembered the locusts and scarabs he had seen in the tomb.


    "Here he is!"


    The scholar was so frightened that he left his cloth bag and regardless of the plane, ran to the depths of the museum like the wind.


    And the curator wondered.


    Who is "he"?


    Soon, the curator''s question was well answered.


    The black worm broke through the gate of the museum like a tide, and a bald priest in a robe walked in barefoot.


    Behind him, followed by a dog leg with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.


    "The black Sutra of the dead."


    Seeing the cloth bag thrown on the ground by the scholar, imoden''s pupils shrank.


    Feeling the greedy eyes without any concealment, the curator quickly fished the cloth bag in his hand.


    Strictly speaking, this book is already his.


    "Stupid."


    Seeing the curator''s move, Bangui sighed silently in his heart.


    If he faced such a terrible existence, he would have offered the book.


    The old man can''t be a man.


    Sure enough, when he saw the curator''s move, imorton was very angry.


    And the price of making him angry


    Very serious!


    Opening his mouth, countless poisonous insects gushed out, instantly drowning the greedy curator, leaving only a pile of white bones to chew him alive.


    After looking at the pile of bones, imorton looked expressionless and bent down to pick up the "Black Book of the dead".


    Finally, he gathered the key to resurrection!


    However, before that, there is something he needs to deal with.


    "Whoever blasphemes will die."


    With a deep look through the wall, imorton simply found the hidden scholar.


    His body gradually turned into sand and flew into the inner room.


    Bangui took a deep breath, didn''t care about the howling in the depths of the museum, but looked at the museum''s exhibits.


    It''s good to be with this boss.


    Health is both safe and promising.


    No, he''s rich again!