Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 70: Indiana's Plan (Part )
Five hours later.

Strange cries of "Woo-wa-wa" came one after another.

In this dark hour, mysterious Hamunaptra, the legendary city of the dead.

The cold wind is like the howling of a ghost, tearing at the soul.

The sand and dust were like dancing ghosts, covering the sky and the sun.

The last bit of light in the sky seemed to be swallowed up by darkness, and the moonlight was completely obscured by thick dark clouds, as if the gate to the underworld had slowly opened, dragging the entire world into an endless abyss.

Strange and eerie cries echoed in the ancient city. The terrifying sound was like a sharp blade piercing the bones, making people shudder.

Originally, Hamunaptra, the city of the dead, was just a noun, but now it has become an adjective.

It is like real purgatory at this moment. The excavators who once worked hard here have now become sacrifices of Imhotep.

Their lives were cruelly sucked dry, turning them into mummies, which were then torn into pieces by the swarming scarab beetles and merged into the desert.

"Who are you?" Evelyn collapsed to the ground and cried out in despair.

Ever since that forbidden spell came out of her mouth, her world completely collapsed.

The cursed mummy awakened from eternal slumber, transformed into the messenger of death, and began a feast of killing.

Even more desperate was the sudden appearance of fanatical believers who called themselves followers of the priests, blocking their last retreat.

Evelyn witnessed her brother Jonathan being swallowed by a giant snake while screaming, and her heart was broken.

Benny, the companion he had just become acquainted with, was hit by a punch from a giant-like strong man, and his body fell to the ground like a broken doll.

What frightened her the most was that the deserter Ounuokang who pulled her out of the tomb and saved her life was ultimately unable to leave this deadly place and was tortured to a point worse than death by a man who looked like a doctor.

His limbs were brutally broken, his flesh peeled off piece by piece, and even his tongue was pulled out.

The man watched him struggling in pain on the sand, a satisfied grin on his face.

Familiar people disappeared before her eyes one after another, but she was helpless and could only watch them being slaughtered.

She cried out in despair, trying to salvage something, but the ruthless fate turned a deaf ear to her cries.

Her voice gradually became hoarse, until finally, she no longer had the strength to shout. Only silent tears could fall, and her body trembled in endless pain.

“Miss Evelin, this is just a dream.” Gan Tian said softly. He gently stroked Evelin’s forehead and carefully brushed away the sand on her hair.

"You're not actually in Hamunatta, you're still in that quiet library in Cairo."

"As long as you are willing to let go of your fear and sleep peacefully, everything will be fine."

Seeing Evelin's eyes lose focus, Gan Tian nodded to Xue Nai beside him: "Xue Nai, let her rest quietly, and then find a safe place to hide her."

Xue Nai looked at everything in front of her and responded with a complicated expression: "I understand, Captain. I will keep an eye on her. Now I can fully control her."

Arlot walked over, his body covered with minced meat and blood, looking somewhat horrifying.

But his demeanor was calm and elegant, like a gentleman who had just walked out of the library, but his eyes were filled with a strong bloodthirsty light, an extremely brutal, wild, bloody, and murderous aura that wanted to kill anything.

He said to Gan Tian with a bit of tiredness but also a bit of excitement: "It's been a long time since I've done this. I'm a little rusty. Gan Tian, ​​our plan is going smoothly. What do you think we should do next?"

Gan Tian looked at the blood on his body, frowned slightly and said: "We can't be careless, after all, we have just completed the first step of the plan."

Gan Tian had experienced group battles and knew that the competition between reincarnations and fighting against the BOSS in horror movies were two completely different battles.

In terms of intelligence, the indigenous BOSS is one-way transparent to the reincarnations. For example, when encountering aliens, they must prepare acid-proof liquid and high-tech weapons to deal with their corrosive attacks. When encountering evil spirits, they must prepare spiritual weapons and amulets to resist their strange powers.

When you have enough reward points and side quests, the Lord God is always particularly generous to the reincarnationists. The Indian team has experienced the baptism of many worlds, and several team battles have made them experience victory and death, both great victories and maintaining peace, and even a thrilling near-annihilation.

He deeply understood that team battles are not only a test of individual strength, but also a severe challenge to the overall quality of the entire team.

"Captain, the Gravekeeper's reconnaissance team has been completely eliminated by Lamb. Only one person is still alive and is escaping. Should we continue to hunt him down?"

Gan Tian curled his lips into a contemptuous sneer. "No need. Just give him a little misleading information and say that it was a group of yellow-skinned, black-haired Zhongzhou people who released Imhotep."

"In this way, even if he manages to escape and pass on the news, it will destroy the possible cooperation between the Tombkeeper Headquarters and the Zhongzhou team."

"Xue Nai, scan the City of the Dead and find Imhotun and Ansuna's Viscera... Of course, don't forget the Spear of Judgment."

Now the Black Book of the Undead and the Golden Book of the Sun have fallen into the hands of the Indian team. In the original book, the key from the male protagonist O'Connor is needed to open the Golden Book of the Sun.

But O'Connor was now a pile of rotten meat, and the key fell smoothly into the hands of the Indian team.

The Spear of Judgment, the key item in Part Two.

According to the setting, it was taken out from the City of the Dead by the heroine Evelyn's brother Jonathan.

However, for the Indian team, this kind of free plot prop is naturally something they are determined to get.

Gan Tian straightened his collar and looked at the people following him with a meaningful smile: "Okay, now let's go meet this ancient high priest and have a good chat with him."

As we gradually approached the tomb, the evil atmosphere became more and more intense. The ruins around us seemed to have turned into living ghosts, twisted and hideous, rushing towards us.

The eerie and shrill ghost screams, like an ancient curse, echoed in the empty ruins, making people feel creepy.

Although they were mentally prepared, Gan Tian and the others still changed their expressions slightly. They could clearly sense the boundless resentment contained in the strange sound.

Imani, the giant standing at the front of the team, had all his hair standing up suddenly, his body tense like a full bow string, ready to pounce on the enemy at any time.

His eyes were fixed on the front of the tomb. A mummy with a mostly restored face was standing quietly in front of a statue. The statue had been corroded by wind and sand and its appearance could not be seen.

All that can be seen is a huge jackal-headed statue.

Its body was already badly damaged, and even the nephrite eyes that were originally embedded in it had just been dug out with a chisel.

The mummy slowly turned around, speaking an ancient and mysterious language.

But with the Lord God's translation, Gan Tian and the others were able to fully understand its meaning: "Who are you?"

Gan Tian half-knelt on the ground, kowtowed devoutly and murmured in a low voice: "Great Imhotep, we are your most humble servants."

"We come here according to God's will, just to unlock the seal for you and welcome your rebirth."

"A group of black-eyed demons are about to arrive. They come from the distant east and are the most evil and filthy warlocks."

"Their purpose is to bury you completely."

"We have to awaken you in this way and ask you to grant us strength, great Imhotep."

After saying that, Gan Tian respectfully handed over the Black Scripture of the Dead.

The skinny hand slowly took the scripture, and as the pages turned, a fishy wind filled the tomb.

The dry voice sounded again, carrying with it endless coldness.

"Where are the people you are talking about?"

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(End of this chapter)