Zhang Ziqiang had to invite a part of Imoton's power to swallow the four animals, cats, scarabs, crocodiles, and falcons that were placed in the holy urn, making Imoton face them directly. Imoton struggled even more crazily. His whole body turned into a ball of unrestrained quicksand, and his ferocious face continued to appear in the sandstorm, which was extremely painful.

As Imoton roared, more dark and evil forces awoke from the capital of the dead.

People in the camp found that there were many sunken sand pits in the surrounding sand. They were vigilant to stay away from these sand pits and retreated to the steel plates that Horus had already prepared. The donkey cart, which was parked outside the steel plate, had no time to move, and quietly fell into the quicksand. Just as the sand sank to the donkey's chest, the donkey struggled and screamed like crazy.

Outside the capital of the dead, it was like an ocean of quicksand, and the sand was rolling like flowing water.

Immediately afterwards, countless dry bone claws extended out of the sand pit. Hamnata was called the Capital of the Dead, so naturally there would be no "dead". In fact, there were countless corpses buried under the capital of the Dead, including the Pharaohs who were buried with wealth, power and burial objects, the loyal guards who were buried with them, the slaves who declared the rights of the Pharaohs, and some who had not even made mummies, were the dead slaves and workers who had died in the process of building this huge city.

Now they have been awakened, Imoton's power is not enough to drive so many "dead", but the charm of the spell lies in the ability to use the smallest power to leverage the greatest miracle of the universe. With the curse of Imoton's miserable death, after three thousand years, it has accumulated huge dark power enough to subvert Egypt.

Now with the recovery of this force, Imoton inevitably becomes stronger.

Every moment, his mana is rising. Even though the five lost holy urns greatly dragged down his mana recovery, it could not stop it. Imodon used this power to awaken the curse of the capital of the Dead. The identity of Imodon's High Priest gave him this authority, and Chen Ang wanted to destroy him head-on and seize this authority.

The power of the two was entangled in Hamnata. Chen Ang's advantage lies in two mysterious scriptures, while Imodon's power came from this curse that spanned three thousand years.

The power of curses spread in the camp, and a large number of scarabs sealed in the stone chamber became restless, forcing Zhang Ziqiang to withdraw the gem scarabs sealed with part of Imoton's power from Imoton and send them to command the restless scarabs.

The scarab that lost the rebirth of the reincarnation of Imoton, which prevented Imoton from having a huge gap. Part of Imoton essentially lost threats and grew rapidly. His power rose with the rise of the dark tide. If Chen Ang had not suppressed him with two scriptures, he would have almost been able to break free from the golden circle that bound him.

Without the suppression of the power of the holy light reflected from the obelisk, the darkness provided protection for Imoton and gradually breathed.

The curse of the capital of the Dead gradually entangled everyone in the camp, making them weak and weak. The rotten bubble sores appeared on their faces with incurable wounds. O'Connor saw thick bubbles growing on someone's body, and Evelyn became weaker. Gradually, some people lost even, chanted Emoton's name and tried to hit the defense line of the Eye of Horus.

But not all of them are humans, there is also a kind of creature that gradually becomes stronger as the sun disappears.

The mysterious people in black clothes of Horus clearly felt the dark power of this curse, but under the moonlight, this power could only bring them pain, but could not harm or control them.

These hundreds of mysterious people in black, while maintaining basic order, easily knocked down the people controlled by Imoton to the ground. They were extremely powerful and had amazing recovery abilities, but as the power of the curse strengthened, their minds were frequently out of control.

Chen Ang stood on the altar and used the Dead Black Sutra to quietly steal part of the rising dark origin. Imodon's huge power for three thousand years was cursed, a large part of which was beyond his control. The original cursive power of the Dead City that was triggered was even more unaffected by Imodon. However, Chen Ang used the Dead Black Sutra and the Sun Gold Sutra to mobilize part of the power of the Dead City, and then affected the cursive power that Imodon could not completely control and stole this part of the cursive power.

He chanted the mantras in the Bible of the Undead, as if countless sounds, like men and women, like old men and children, like saints and like sinners, repeating the mysterious language used by ancient Egyptian priests.

Imodon heard these low voices in his ears, and he naturally understood what the spells were saying. He angrily sang the ancient Egyptian language. The two voices echoed in the ears of everyone in the camp. While reading the black sutra of the undead, Chen Ang picked up the golden sutra of the sun, and chanted two different spells at the same time in the voice behind him.

Thousands of mummies under the altar slowly moved as they chanted. They woke up from their sleep, followed the commands of the Dead Black Sutra, and got up from the ground. With their superb spell casting skills and the Dead Black Sutra in their hands, Chen Ang easily gained the authority to control them. Looking at the black-clothed blood guards who were constantly clearing the mummies trying to climb up the camp, Chen Ang issued an order to drive them away to slaughter those newborn likes.

Many of these mummies were pharaoh's guards, carrying weapons and powerful, even more powerful than those slaves who built the capital of the dead. They used scimitars to crush the skeleton mummies who wanted to get up from the quicksand, and together with the black-clothed blood guards, protecting this seemingly precarious camp in the surging curse tides.

The mummy's betrayal made Imoton roar in anger.

However, Egypt has been a terrifying master for decades and then slept for three thousand years. Of course, it was impossible to compete with the eighth-type great arcane and a consciousness clone of the crown prince to compete spell casting skills and control abilities. Although the teammates of the Jiuzhou team all thought that Chen Ang was a great scientist on the technology side, this could not erase the fact that he was also a great arcane on the mysterious side.

Imoton had reason to be angry. Chen Ang used his power to awaken the sleeping mummy, but seized the control of the mummy. This was equivalent to stealing his power. Without the source of power, even Chen Ang could not make any mistakes and drive so many mummies.

But with the source of Imoton's power, it would be different. Chen Ang took away this curse power that had accumulated for three thousand years from Imoton's hand, which obviously used Imoton as a battery, how could it not anger the proud high priest? At this time, Imoton felt the shame of being trampled on his dignity.

But no matter how he roared angrily, Chen Ang no longer paid attention to the loser, and he slowly came to Hong Fan.

A dagger made of obsidian was placed at his hand. Terence and Zhao Yingqi held two scriptures for him, spread the Sun Golden Sutra and the Dead Black Sutra, and placed it in front of Chen Ang's eyes. A pharaoh's remains dragged out on the altar. Chen Ang picked up the sacrifice knife, cut his right palm, and sprinkled blood on the pharaoh's remains.

He put his blood-covered palm print on the Sun Gold Sutra in front of him and chanted: "Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, those who miss it will suffer! The dead soul, Lord of the Underworld, obey my will, and detain this Lord." As the spell ended, countless hideous heads occupied the black pool beside the altar, making silent roars.

With the power of the Black Sutra of the Undead, Chen Ang awakened the souls of all the people buried in the capital of the Dead from the Underworld.

If it weren't for the battery of Imodon, Chen Ang would never have done such a terrible thing. He used the remains of the Pharaoh to lock his soul, and used it to find the souls of the other ten Pharaohs, find the "Divine Blood Man" who were intermarried in close relatives, and use the various secret techniques recorded in the Sun Gold Sutra to cruelly torture their souls and awaken their power.

In the camp, Evelyn felt a terrifying aura that made her heart scared, and she said to O'Connor: "I seem to feel something. Those people, they were doing something terrible in the altar room over there, and the city was angry!"

O'Connor looked at the men in black who were guarding them with caution and said helplessly: "But we can't do anything at all!"

The cursive power of the Capital of the Dead seemed to be angered by Chen Ang. The surging dark tides surged out from the ground with the anger of eleven Pharaohs, but was firmly controlled by the Black Sutra of the Undead. Chen Ang used the power of the Golden Sutra of the Sun to whip the souls of the Pharaohs, and infuriate them to angrily awaken the entire cursive power of the Capital of the Dead.

Countless illusory souls and ferocious dead spirits struggled in the black fog, roaring at Chen Ang and cursing. Chen Ang shook the remains of the pharaoh into ashes, covering Hong Fan's whole body, and asked Hong Fan to cut his palms apart and place them on two scriptures. Chen Ang gave his breath to Hong Fan and restrained his existence. He stabbed the sacrificial knife into Hong Fan's heart and took out the most important core of the blood clan.

As soon as the dark red heart left Hong Fan's body, he was exposed to the crowd of countless undead spirits in the capital of the dead.

The souls of the pharaoh felt the aura that made them extremely disgusted, so they drove the army of undead and rushed into Hong Fan's body. However, the blood clan had no soul. Chen Ang waved his right hand, and the blood clan in black who was waiting beside him respectfully bowed like their ancestor, then waved his knife to cut the throat of the sacrifice he was pressing, and at the same time cut a knife on his wrist.

Countless blood flows swarmed towards Hong Fan, and the powerful curses of countless undead spirits distorted Hong Fan's power and brought him endless pain.

But he was able to obtain endless power from his blood. All the blood clans present were dedicating their strength to him. They began to attack ordinary people in the camp, biting their throats with their teeth and swallowing their blood. The members of the Eye of Horus did not resist, and those who resisted were so powerless and drowned in the sea of ​​people.
Chapter completed!