I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 616 Boy, let's play cards!

"Stomp the gas pedal! Stomp it!!"

"Sir, I've stepped on the gas!"

After making an emergency U-turn, the military off-road vehicles all floored the accelerator and roared as they sped away.

However, their struggles were in vain, because behind these military vehicles, a sandstorm surged in like waves!
A super sandstorm, hundreds of meters high, coldly swept past, the roaring engines and the shouting soldiers disappeared. Only the surging yellow sand gradually calmed down, leaving the drifting boy with a complicated expression.

The next second, his expression changed, and he reverted to his aloof and indifferent demeanor.

"Essence of flesh and blood, come!"

As the suddenly indifferent youth raised his hand and grabbed, wisps of pale red energy drifted over and landed in his palm.

"Not enough! Not enough! Too weak!"

The indifferent youth waved his hand dismissively. He was the most powerful high priest in Thebes, and to him, the essence of these mortals was like the Theban proverb: trying to fill the sky with the grains of sand from the desert.

After venting, he closed his eyes and felt the sensation again, his brows furrowing even more.

“The spiritual energy in the world is so scarce,”

"Kid, are there any strong divine blood beast descendants around here?"

"Ah? Sir, are you asking me?"

The next second, the once arrogant young man's face became cautious.

"Well, there's probably nothing you need around here."

That's right, this 'resurrected' high priest Imhotep currently has no physical body: his body was completely devoured during the 'insect-eating punishment' three thousand years ago, and now only his soul resides in Amir's body.

"what?!"

The boy's tone suddenly switched to 'Ancient Egyptian' and he sounded displeased.

"Without enough essence of flesh and blood, I can't build my own body and am stuck in your frail body?"

"sorry,"

I'm really sorry that my body is 'weak'.

Amir was helpless against the discontent of the 'High Priest' within him: he was just an ordinary person, where could he go—

and many more!

"Sir, would it be acceptable if it were a human with extraordinary powers?"

"Kampetti Warrior?"

The boy, whose tone and language constantly changed, asked and answered himself.

The term 'Kempetti' means double-edged sword, because the blade is shaped like a crescent moon, symbolizing the power to sever the chaos god Apep, and is a metaphor for the Pharaoh's elite guard.

"No, no, no, not as powerful as the legends say. They're more like... well, slightly stronger humans?"

Amir quickly explained that this wasn't an island nation; most superhumans here were at the dog level, wolf level was rare, let alone tiger level.

Such strength is nowhere near comparable to that of the Pharaoh's guards in mythology: judging from the fact that this high priest buried an army with a single move, the Pharaoh's guards were certainly not weaklings.

"Just an ordinary samurai?"

"Very well, I just need enough souls to sacrifice to resurrect my lover."

?

"Lord Imhotep, are you the 'Vizier' of Pharaoh Djoser during the Third Dynasty of ancient Egypt?"

The so-called 'Vizier' is similar to the current position of prime minister: responsible for administration, judiciary, economy, temple affairs, etc., and basically the first person after the pharaoh.

"That's right,"

The boy's expression shifted as he answered in an ancient and mysterious language.

"Then, how did you get sealed away?"

In Amir's knowledge, the person named 'Imoton' who also claimed to be the High Priest of Thebes should not be a prime minister of ancient Egypt, but also a master in the fields of architecture, medicine, and theology?
He was a close confidant of Pharaoh Djoser, and he built the first pyramid in history for him—the Step Pyramid.

"It's simple, that old man Djoser dared to steal my woman!"

A domineering voice rang out, and the boy's face was full of the indifference and arrogance of someone in a high position.

"He's nothing but a piece of trash who sat on the throne because of his 'Horus' bloodline. Since he caught me and Anzunamu in our tryst, he deserves to die!"

what? !

Amir was completely stunned.

More than three thousand years ago, there were people who so blatantly disregarded divine authority?
Ancient Egyptian mythology begins with the birth of the sun god Ra from the primordial waters;
First, this sun god created the wind god Shu and the rain god Tefnut, a pair of twin siblings.

The wind and rain united to give birth to Nut, the god of the sky, and Geb, the god of the earth—following tradition, these two also married and gave birth to four other gods.

These are Osiris, the god of agriculture, and Isis, the goddess of fertility; and Set, the god of the desert, and Nephthys, the goddess of funerals. With this, the Ennead of ancient Egyptian mythology is complete.

Following this, ancient Egypt was ruled by Osiris, the god of agriculture;
This enraged the desert god Set, who assassinated his brother and seized the throne.

However, Osiris, the god of agriculture, had two sons: one named Horus, and the other illegitimate son named Anubis.

Anubis created the first mummy from his father's body, resurrecting him in the underworld and making him the ruler of the underworld; while Horus raised an army and killed his uncle Set, thus becoming the god of vengeance and the first pharaoh.

From then on, the pharaohs of ancient Egypt all claimed to be 'gods' and that they had the blood of Horus flowing through their veins.

So, in Amir's eyes, it was utterly absurd that someone would dare to kill a pharaoh with divine blood just for something as trivial as 'fighting for a woman.'

No, it's hard to call this high priest a 'person' either.

After all, they lived in that mythical era.

Moreover, the name 'Imhotep' refers to the ancient Egyptian god of wisdom, medicine, and architecture.

Glancing at the flattened sea of ​​sand, Amir wisely swallowed his question about how to do 'construction'.

Most likely, it's a sandstorm sweeping across the land.
"My lord, how many souls do you require to resurrect Lord Anzunamu?"

"Three hundred thousand."

Upon hearing the high priest's reply, who was attached to his body, Amir instinctively said "Oh" and then asked:

"What about tomorrow?"

???

"Ahem, please forgive my offense."

It's no wonder Amir's thinking is so 'dangerous'; that's just how this era is: when those extraordinary powerhouses fight, even if they don't intend to harm ordinary people, the aftershocks and casualties can be in the millions or tens of millions.

As I said before, large cities have a high concentration of people, and a major storm could kill countless people.

Upon suddenly hearing that the high priest only needed 300,000 souls to resurrect his lover, Amir subconsciously assumed it was the amount needed for one day.

“My lord, if you need human souls—” With a gritted tooth, Amir’s mind flashed back to his father, who would never return.

"I can take you there."

"And there are also the rarest 'superhumans' in this area!"

Judging from the tone of this 'high priest,' after absorbing enough powerful essence of flesh and blood, he was able to create his own body and would no longer need to rely on Amir.

Having the soul of a high priest from three thousand years ago inside him, even a boy like Amir, who had just 'died once,' still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"Heh, you want to use me to eliminate your enemies?"

The words he uttered the next second sent a chill down Amir's spine.

"It doesn't matter,"

However, this 'High Priest' Imhotep didn't seem to care.

Who is the current Pharaoh?

"Well, the last pharaoh was over two thousand years ago."

Amir's answer made his mind pause.

"It seems a lot has happened in these three thousand years. Let me examine your memories—"

? !
Now it was Amir's turn to be speechless.

Although he was willing to give anything before his death, the feeling of having his memories scrutinized was ultimately not a pleasant one. Moreover:

"Sir, what should I do now?"

"You decide this yourself. I need to understand this world first!"

Gritting my teeth,

Amir had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue.

"My lord, I can't even get out of this desert. You see—"

He was just an ordinary teenager. It was Imhotep, not him, who had just annihilated the Egyptian army with a single move. Now, the high priest was about to read his memories: So what was he supposed to do? Just stand here and bask in the sun?
"Choosing you as my incarnation seems like a mistake, doesn't it? Is your era really that weak?"

After finishing his discontented speech in a condescending voice, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Click,
A thick stone book appeared out of thin air.

"This is my 'Dark Gladiator' from when I was still a priest. I'm lending it to you."

Once he becomes the highest priest of Thebes, he will no longer need such an aid: lend it to this little fellow now so that he can have some self-defense capabilities.

With that in mind, Imhotep simply injected the essence of the soldiers he had previously absorbed into Amir's body.

“Woo~~~!!”

Such a brutal method caused the boy to groan in pain on the spot, stagger and fall to his knees.

Large drops of sweat fell onto the yellow sand, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

It took Amir a while to catch his breath.

"This is--"

After the pain came an indescribable sense of fulfillment; he could clearly feel a surging power within his body!

With a mere thought, Amir could channel this power into his fists, transforming it into destructive force; or into his legs, transforming it into lightning speed.

"This is extraordinary power?!"

The boy, whose simple punches and kicks created a series of crisp sounds on the desert, was filled with excitement.

Lord Imhotep truly lives up to his reputation as the High Priest of Thebes; with a wave of his hand, he made him a transcendent!
Oh, and this too:
Approaching the stone books floating in the air, Amir cautiously extended his hand.

It was unexpectedly light, and there was nothing unusual about it; as he turned the pages of the book made of stone slabs, page after page of ancient paintings came into view.

The images are in the style of ancient Egyptian murals, featuring a 'tomb-guarding witch' wearing a headdress with the eye of the sky covering her face and holding a serpent staff; a 'tomb-guarding watcher' holding a stone tablet book and wearing a long robe; and a 'tomb-guarding priestess' wearing a black cat headdress and a black dance costume.
Besides these people with the prefix 'tomb guardian', there was also a magnificent golden coffin, two intertwined beams of light, and a key to the underworld with a ring on top and a cross below.
When Amir's fingers touched these images, a flood of information rushed into his mind.

"The First Coffin: Monsters merge, the dead rise, divine aura, parched earth."

This book is actually a magic book that can be activated simply by injecting 'spiritual power'!

Not only can they unleash various magical spells with amazing effects, but they can also summon various 'monster projections' to assist them in battle.

Could supernatural powers have been so readily available in ancient Egypt three thousand years ago?!
Amir was shocked!

The 'Dark Gladiator' book in his hand, from Imhotep, is essentially:

Scientific Ninja Tools!

This is something the science team ninjas researched during Boruto's time.

Essentially, it involves sealing a ninjutsu within a small scroll, which can be used directly by raising one's hand when needed: it can even seal the prince's Rasengan by hiding the scroll in one's sleeve, allowing a genin to easily create a Rasengan with a simple gesture.

—That's right, Boruto used it to cheat.

Since it's all about leveling up proficiency anyway, Yu simply 'imprints' the ninjutsu into the book; all the holder needs to do is input chakra to activate it, making it a 'foolproof' version of the extraordinary technique.

There's no way around it; in this turbulent era, waiting for these 'lucky ones' to slowly learn and cultivate themselves is simply too slow.

Besides, how could a high priest of Thebes not possess some divine artifacts?

This 'Dark Duel Book' was merely a prop from his youth.

"Hmph, is this Lord Imhotep's power?"

After browsing through the book's descriptions of magic, Amir was nothing but shocked.

However, when you cover these images with your hand, most of them appear gray, indicating that he lacks the spiritual power to cast spells. Therefore:
"call--"

As Amir placed his palm on the open page of the book, his spiritual energy flowed into it.

"Nightmare Horse!"

The next second, yellow sand surged;

A horse wrapped in a shroud, resembling a mummy, leaped out of the ground.

Beneath the shroud, countless winds flowed: this summoned beast was not strong, but its speed was extremely fast.

We need to get back to Cairo first and take everyone away.

As he mounted his horse and gripped the shroud tightly, Amir spurred the horse's flanks.

brush----

The next moment, the 'mummy horse' carried him galloping away!

(End of this chapter)