Zhang Ziqiang had to summon the four animals, the cat, the scarab, the crocodile, and the falcon, which had sealed part of Imoden's power and swallowed his organs in the holy urn, so that Imoden could face them directly. Imoden struggled even more crazily. His whole body turned into a drifting quicksand, and his hideous face kept appearing in the sandstorm. He was in extreme pain.
As Imoden roared, more dark and evil forces awakened in the city of the dead.
The people in the camp found that there were many sunken sand pits in the surrounding sand. They cautiously stayed away from these sand pits and retreated to the steel plate that Horus had prepared. The donkey cart parked outside the steel plate did not have time to move and quietly sank into the quicksand. When the sand sank to the chest of the donkey, the donkey struggled and neighed like crazy.
Outside the city of the dead, it was like an ocean of quicksand. The sand was rolling like flowing water.
Soon, innumerable withered skeletal claws reached out from the sand pit. Hamunaptra was known as the city of the dead, and it was only natural that it had a lot of 'dead'. In fact, there were countless corpses buried beneath this city of the dead. Some were pharaohs buried with wealth, power, and funerary objects, some were loyal guards buried with them, and some were slaves who proclaimed the pharaohs' authority. There were also some that were not even mummified — they were the slaves and workers who died during the construction of this huge city.
Now, they were awakened. Imoden's own power was not enough to control so many dead people, but the charm of magic was that it could use the smallest amount of power to pry open the greatest miracle of the universe. The curse that accompanied Imoden's miserable death, after three thousand years, had accumulated a huge dark power that was enough to overthrow Egypt.
Now, with the recovery of this power, Imoden inevitably became stronger.
His magic power was rising every moment. Even though the loss of the five holy urns greatly slowed down the recovery of his magic power, it could not stop Imoden from using this power to awaken the curse in the city of the dead. Imoden's identity as the high priest gave him this authority, and Chen Ang wanted to directly destroy him and seize this authority.
The power of the two entangled in Hamunata. Chen Ang's advantage was the two mysterious scriptures, while Imoden's power came from the curse that spanned three thousand years.
The power of the curse spread in the camp, and a large number of sacred beetles sealed in the stone room became restless. This forced Zhang Ziqiang to remove the gem sacred beetle that sealed a part of Imoden's power from Imoden's side and send it to command the restless sacred beetles.
Without the sacred beetles that represented rebirth, there was a huge gap in the power that stopped Imoden. A part of Imoden's essence lost its threat and rapidly grew stronger. His power rose with the rising tide of darkness. If not for Chen Ang suppressing him with the two scriptures, he could almost break free from this golden circle that bound him.
Without the suppression from the power of the Holy Light reflected by the stele, the darkness provided protection for Imoden, allowing him to gradually catch his breath.
The curse of the City of the Dead gradually wrapped around the bodies of everyone in the camp, causing them to become weak and powerless. Rotting boils appeared on their faces along with wounds that were difficult to heal. O'Connor saw thick blisters growing on some people's bodies, while Evelyn also became weaker. Gradually, some people lost consciousness, even chanting Imoden's name in an attempt to break through the defense of the Eye of Horus.
But it wasn't just people here. There was also a type of creature that gradually became stronger as the sun disappeared.
The mysterious black-clothed people in the Eye of Horus could clearly feel the dark power of the curse. But under the moonlight, this power could only bring them pain, and could not harm or control them.
These hundreds of mysterious black-clothed people maintained the basic order while easily knocking down the people under Imoden's control. They were extremely strong and had shocking recovery abilities, but as the power of the curse grew stronger, their minds were on the verge of losing control.
Chen Ang stood on the altar, using the Dark Necromancy Scripture to steal a part of the rising Dark Origin. The enormous power that Imoden had been cursed for three thousand years was largely beyond his control. And the original curse power of the City of the Dead that he had triggered was something that Imoden could not influence. But Chen Ang used the Dark Necromancy Scripture and the Golden Sun Scripture to mobilize a part of the City of the Dead's power, which affected the curse power that Imoden could not fully control, and stole this part of the curse power.
He softly chanted the incantation from the Book of the Dead. It was as if there were countless voices, men and women, old and children, saints and sinners, repeating the mysterious language used by the ancient Egyptian priests.
When Imoden heard these voices whispering in his ears, he naturally understood what these incantations were saying. He angrily chanted the ancient Egyptian language as well. Their voices went from low to high, echoing in the ears of everyone in the camp. Chen Ang flipped through the Dark Necromancy Scripture while holding the Golden Sun Scripture in his hands. The voices behind him simultaneously chanted two different incantations.
Below the altar, thousands of mummies slowly moved as they chanted. They woke up from their slumber and listened to the orders of the Dark Necromancy Scripture, climbing up from the ground. Chen Ang easily obtained the authority to control them with his superb spellcasting skills and the Dark Necromancy Scripture in his hands. Looking at the black-clothed Blood Kindred guards who were constantly clearing out the mummies that were trying to climb up the camp, Chen Ang gave the thousands of mummies an order to drive them to slaughter their own kind that had just been born.
Many of these mummies were the Pharaoh's guards when they were alive. They were armed and powerful, even more powerful than the slaves who built the City of the Dead. They used scimitars to hack the mummies that were trying to climb up from the quicksand. Together with the black-clothed Blood Kindred guards, they protected the camp that seemed to be in imminent danger amidst the surging Tide of Curses.
The betrayal of the mummies caused Imoden to roar in anger.
However, as a high priest who had been a country bumpkin in Egypt for decades and then slept for three thousand years, of course, he could not compete with an eight-elemental grand arcanist and a consciousness clone of His Holiness in terms of spellcasting skills and control. Although his teammates in the Nine States Team all thought that Chen Ang was a great scientist in the field of science and technology, this could not erase the fact that he was also a grand arcanist of the occult side.
Imoden had reason to be angry. Chen Ang had borrowed his power to awaken the sleeping mummies, but he had seized the authority to control them. This was equivalent to stealing his power. Without a source of power, even Chen Ang could not create something out of nothing and control so many mummies.
However, with Imoden as the source of power, things were different. Just like how Chen Ang had deceived Anubis, he had taken away the curse power that had been accumulated for three thousand years from Imoden. This was obviously using Imoden as a battery. How could this not anger the proud high priest? At this moment, Imoden felt the shame of having his dignity trampled on.
However, no matter how angry he was, Chen Ang no longer cared about this loser. He slowly walked to Hong Fan.
An obsidian dagger was placed beside his hand. Terrence and Zhao Yingqi were holding two scriptures for Chen Ang. They opened the Golden Sun Scripture and the Dark Scripture of the Undead and placed them in front of Chen Ang. A pharaoh's skeleton was dragged out and placed on the altar. Chen Ang picked up the sacrificial knife, cut his right palm, and sprinkled his blood on the pharaoh's skeleton.
He placed his blood-stained palm print on the Golden Sun Scripture in front of him and chanted, "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Those who are reluctant to leave, suffer! Dead souls, Lord of the Underworld, follow my will and capture this lord. " As the incantation ended, the black pool beside the altar was occupied by countless ferocious heads, letting out soundless roars.
With the power of the Dark Scripture of the Undead, Chen Ang had awakened the souls of all the people buried in the City of the Dead from the Underworld.
If it wasn't for Imoden as a battery, Chen Ang would never have been able to do such a terrible thing. With the help of the pharaoh's skeleton, he had locked onto his soul and used it to find the souls of the other ten pharaohs. He had found these 'Divine Blood' who had intermarried with each other. He had used the various secret techniques recorded in the Golden Sun Scripture to cruelly torture their souls and awaken their power.
In the camp, Evelyn felt an aura that made her heart tremble. She said to O'Connor, "I seem to have felt something. Those people, they are doing some terrible things in the altar room over there. The city is angry! "
O'Connor looked at the men in black who were vigilantly watching over them and said helplessly, "But we can't do anything at all!"
The cursed power of the City of the Dead seemed to have been angered by Chen Ang. The surging tide of darkness, carrying the anger of the eleven pharaohs, gushed out from the ground. However, it was firmly controlled by the Dark Scripture of the Undead. Chen Ang used the power of the Golden Sun Scripture to wantonly whip the pharaohs' souls, angering them and awakening all the cursed power of the City of the Dead.
Countless illusory souls and ferocious dead spirits struggled in the black fog, roaring and cursing at Chen Ang. Chen Ang turned the remains of the pharaohs into ashes and covered Hong Fan's body with the ashes. He then made Hong Fan cut open his palms and placed them on top of the two scriptures. Chen Ang gave his aura to Hong Fan and retracted his own existence. He pierced the sacrificial knife into Hong Fan's heart and took out the most important core of the vampire race.
As soon as the dark red heart left Hong Fan's body, he was exposed to the swarm of countless dead spirits in the City of the Dead.
The souls of the pharaohs felt the aura on Hong Fan's body that made them extremely disgusted, so they drove the army of dead spirits to swarm into Hong Fan's body. However, the vampire race did not have souls. Chen Ang waved his right hand, and the black-clothed vampire who was waiting at the side bowed respectfully to their ancestor. Then, he waved his knife and cut open the throat of the sacrifice he was holding. At the same time, he also made a cut on his wrist.
Countless streams of blood flowed towards Hong Fan. The powerful curse of the countless dead spirits distorted Hong Fan's power, bringing him endless pain.
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