Superman

Thousands of years ago, when Seth, the god of death, planned to use the reincarnation ritual to enter the human world and build ancient Egypt into an invincible empire of the dead, he certainly never thought that mortals could resist him.

It is obviously taking possession of the body and completing reincarnation.

At the end of the day, it's as if I'm sending my head to you, asking you to enter the urn.

"Arrogant person..."

Dark shadows surged inside Luke's body, and streams of rich flames formed and erupted, like blazing bright fires.

The densely packed hieroglyphics appeared on his face like a curse mark, making it look particularly terrifying.

"Is this the wrath of death?"

Luke stood there, unmoved.

I felt neither panic nor fear at all.

At present, everything is still under control.

He previously believed that the gods, which symbolized strength, war, desert and death, might be a little more powerful than they currently appear.

Taking into account the thousands of years and changes in the times, not many people may still know about the Egyptian nine-pillar god that was so popular at the time.

It is understandable that he is so weak.

"That's all."

After asking a rhetorical question, Luke gave an answer.

The light comment was more like a strong and merciless ridicule, which completely aroused Seth's thunderous anger.

The pitch-black shadow existing within the body takes on the ferocious form of a jackal-headed body.

"I'll make you feel..."

Seth originally wanted to threaten him by wildly draining the life force of this arrogant human being to make him understand the pain of death.

But then I thought, if Luke dies, it means the ritual has failed.

He has been waiting for thousands of years, and his plan to come to this world will be declared bankrupt.

Seth was in an embarrassing dilemma and was at a loss for words. His high tone fell silent for a moment.

"What do you feel? The plight of a has-been god?"

A sneer full of contempt came from Luke's mouth.

"Egypt's Ennead God has become a thing of the past."

"In this era of declining faith, you are no different than the antiques in the thrift store."

"Those things are at least worth some money."

"And you are worthless."

Every word is like a sharp knife, revealing the last trace of Seth's dignity and dignity.

Lifting off the seemingly mysterious and powerful outer layer, the strong on the outside but soft on the inside, the strong on the outside and the soft on the inside are exposed.

"I have dealt with many dimensional demons. They support the world alone, and their existence continues to expand. They are like twinkling stars, standing in the sea of ​​the universe, unshakable by changes in external objects."

"And you, without the power given by faith, are worse than mortals."

Luke mobilized the stellar energy in his body to suppress the incompetent and furious Seth, the God of Death.

At the same time, he also used his identity as the Supreme Mage to communicate with Emperor Weishan and draw strength from him.

A magnificent pillar of pure white light fell from the sky and enveloped Superman.

"The Ancient God..."

Set, the god of death, was horrified.

He is one of the Egyptian Enneads.

Naturally, he can detect the true identity of Emperor Weishan.

"You're too slow."

Luke smiled.

Pure white light pours into the body.

That extremely ferocious dark shadow is like snow under the sun, constantly being evaporated.

"I will accept your authority to die."

Luke opened his right hand, and a pharaoh's staff gradually condensed and appeared in his palm.

He held it suddenly, and his eyes were filled with wisps of black light, which was extremely frightening.

The authority of Seth, the god of death, one of the Nine Pillars of Egypt, fell into his hands like this.

"I curse you! Use my life, use everything I have!"

The dark shadow seemed to be dragged, pulled, and slowly separated from Luke's body.

No matter how hard you struggle, no matter how unwilling you are, it's all useless.

"It doesn't have to be like this. Your name and your image will always exist in history."

While feeling the power contained in the scepter, Luke chuckled and said: "I am just an acting god of death. I have neither believers nor will I be enshrined in the temple."

"Think about it differently. I'm actually working for you, and you are my boss."

"Set, does this make you feel better?"

The Egyptian God of Death seemed shocked by the shamelessness of human beings and fell into a long silence until the dark shadow completely left the other person's body.

Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!

When Set, the god of death, was exposed to the sun, he instantly turned into a plume of smoke.

The thick, oily black flames erupted into large flames.

The shrill wails and roars of grief and anger disappeared together with the ferocious form of Set, the god of death.

"The God of Death is gone?"

Dr. Henry, who had been watching, and various members of the Ex-Vision Department were stunned.

Although they didn't know what had just happened, they still couldn't help but feel shaken when the results were presented in front of them.

An Egyptian god who was worshiped by the world thousands of years ago disappeared like this.

Even among the people present, the vast majority are staunch atheists.

But after witnessing this, not only were their ideas shaken, but they also had an uncontrollable passion for awe and worship of Superman.

The most obvious manifestation is the constant refreshing and rising reputation value.

"The gods never die completely."

Luke corrects Dr. Henry's misconception.

In his eyes, every life has illusory lines of different lengths.

That's the length of life!

As long as he wants, he can try to cut off or renew someone's life line with the Pharaoh's staff held in his right hand at any time.

Of course, this is not easy and requires paying a certain price.

"As long as someone can remember their names, as long as the traces of history have not completely disappeared."

Luke stared at the trembling Egyptian princess Anmanet, whose face was almost filled with fear.

"They will have the opportunity to be 'resurrected' and come to the present world."

"Perhaps in hundreds of years, perhaps in thousands of years, Seth, who has fallen asleep again, will appear again."

Dr. Henry listened carefully. He couldn't help but think that if Seth, the god of death, was sleeping in darkness, wouldn't Superman holding the Pharaoh's scepter be equivalent to the living god of death?

Thinking of this, the senior executive of the Broad View Department lowered his head subconsciously.

This is the fear of God.

"It's not as scary as you think."

Luke seemed to have guessed what Dr. Henry was thinking and shook his head slightly.

He didn't explain too much. Those complicated concepts are too complicated for ordinary people.

The belief system of this world has long been divided by many gods.

Olympus pantheon, Greek pantheon, Nordic pantheon, ancient India, ancient Egypt...

In addition, there are two camps, heaven and hell.

The souls of those believers are tagged when they kneel down and pray to a certain god.

Once you reach the end of your life, you will become a "chip" in your pantheon.

Those dimensional demon gods were among them, and at best they only picked up some leftover scraps.

Relatively speaking, "soul chips" are not as important to them as gods.

From Luke's perspective, the earth is like a huge casino.

Those gods who rarely appear in the world, the big bosses hidden behind the scenes.

The competition is about who has more chips and who has a deeper foundation.

"Lord Death..."

Ammanette, who acted silently and transparently, spoke weakly.

"What can I do for you?"

According to the original contract, she helped Set, the god of death, come to the world.

In return, not only can you live forever, you can also become the partner of the other party and rule a large territory.

But what happened now was completely beyond her expectations, as well as that of Seth, the God of Death.

"The dead are not welcome in this world."

Luke said calmly.

Ammanette trembled and fell to her knees.

She finally got rid of the darkness of thousands of years and the seal of the coffin.

If he were to return to his original situation and suffer such torture, it would be worse than death.

"However, considering my Hades, someone needs to manage it."

The corner of Luke's mouth curled up, arousing the fear of the Egyptian princess, and then he wiped it away with his own hands.

"Are you ready to work for me, Ammanet?"

The ups and downs of life make this Egyptian princess feel like she is on a roller coaster.

She exhaled a long breath, and she was so excited that she almost shed tears.

"I will take care of the underworld for you!"

Ammanette assured.

"hope so."

Luke held the Pharaoh's scepter, his eyes glowing with black light.

Boom!

The illusory loud noise is like the twisting of chains and the bite of gears.

A grand portal imprinted with hieroglyphics slowly opened.

That is the world of Hades!

Belongs to the kingdom of death!

"Um?"

The moment he opened Hades, Luke seemed to have a subtle connection with the "Kingdom of Death" that existed in different places.

His sight penetrated the barrier of space and saw a cold world filled with moist mist.

Then, a slim figure wearing a green cloak came into view.