The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 80 The Ceremony is About to Begin

Having seen the Fiery Flame before, Imhotep didn't want to take this attack head-on.

The sand soldiers lined up closely in front of him, forming a solid high wall like a pyramid, protecting Imhotep.

Imhotep was unwilling to get entangled with Wes. He had more important things to do. Fighting with Wes was undoubtedly a delaying time.

So he began to chant a spell, and the houses, temples, and trees within a radius of dozens of meters around him began to turn into sand rapidly, forming a huge sand roll under his control.

The sandstorm was so powerful, like a doomsday storm, that it swept the surrounding buildings and trees into it, forming a huge rotating storm that temporarily stopped Weiss.

After the tornado dissipated, Wes was safe and sound, but he had lost track of Imhotep.

"I wanted to have a good talk with him, but unfortunately the high priest was too anxious." Weiss sighed.

[Imorton's target is Evelynn, just keep an eye on her.]

It was easy to find Evelynn, after all, Imhotep's attention was on her.

O'Connor, Evelyn and their group wanted to leave Cairo, but the entire city was controlled by Imhotep and became his puppets, like zombies, constantly repeating Imhotep's name.

Although O'Connor and his companions drove their car recklessly on the street, trying to rush out of the crowd, the car was forced to stop by the crowd. "Damn it!" O'Connor cursed loudly, and they jumped out of the car and kept shooting at the people who surrounded them.

But the people being controlled were like zombies, showing no fear, and would not dodge. Even when bullets hit them, they just kept moving forward mechanically.

They kept retreating, trying to find a breakthrough, but the crowd came like a tide, wave after wave.

O'Connor and his men had a limited number of bullets, and their bullets had little effect because the people under their control had no fear of pain or death.

At this moment, Imhotep also absorbed the vitality of the last American.

He is fully resurrected.

O'Connor and others were in a desperate situation. Evelyn looked at the controlled crowd around her and made a decision. She threatened her own life to force Imhotep to let O'Connor and others go.

"If you dare to hurt them, I will commit suicide and you will never be able to revive Ansuna!"

Immorton agreed, but this was just a delaying tactic. After he controlled Evelyn, he immediately ordered the killing of O'Connor and others.

But the clever O'Connor successfully escaped from Cairo through the sewers.

Wes saw all of this. When Imhotep was about to find Wes to seize the "Black Book of the Dead", Wes took the initiative to appear in front of him.

The fully resurrected Imhotep had a fierce gleam in his eyes, and his threatening voice echoed in the air: "Wizard!"

Just as he was about to take action, Weiss calmly took out the Black Book of the Dead from his arms.

"I thought we could talk."

"Give it to me and I can let you go."

"It seems that the complete resurrection has doubled the high priest's confidence." Wes is not a soft persimmon that can be easily bullied. Although Imhotep is powerful, the "Black Book of the Dead" in his hand is also a bargaining chip that cannot be ignored.

Although Imhotep is confident that he can defeat Wes, it will definitely take time.

What Imhotep lacks most now is time. Every minute and every second is crucial because he must complete the ritual of resurrecting Ansuna within a specific time window.

"What do you want?" Imhotep finally compromised. He didn't want to waste any more time on this wizard.

"Just want to verify some things." Wes's words made Imhotep hesitant. He didn't know what Wes was up to.

When Weiss turned around and made to leave, Imhotep stopped him: "Whatever your purpose is, don't stop me from resurrecting Ansuna."

“This is also one of my goals.”

Wes's answer surprised Imhotep. He was wondering what was the purpose behind this wizard who had tried to stop him time and time again, and now actively cooperated in handing over the Black Book of the Dead?
What exactly is he planning? But at this moment, Imhotep has no time to delve into this question.
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Imhotep led Wes, Evelyn and Benny and hurriedly arrived at Hamunaptra as dawn was approaching.

There was still a hint of dim night in the sky, and Hamunaptra was looming in the haze.

At this moment, a sudden roar broke the silence of the desert. Imhotep looked up and saw an airplane like a huge steel bird roaring past their heads, and the roar of the engine echoed in the empty desert.

Amid the roar of the plane, Evelyn's face revealed an unconcealable joy, giving her hope of escaping from the desert.

O'Connor, Amir and Jonathan were on the plane.

Immorton noticed the change in Evelyn's expression, and a trace of anger flashed across his face. The appearance of this plane might ruin his plan, and he would never allow any accidents to happen.

He suddenly raised his hands, and powerful magical power surged like a surging tide. All that was seen was the yellow sand being madly stirred up, forming a sandstorm that covered the sky and the sun.

The sandstorm seemed to completely cover the entire blue sky. In front of this sandstorm that was like a natural disaster, the plane was like a tiny and insignificant ant, shaky and could be destroyed by this powerful force at any time.

"We have to find a way to stabilize the plane!" O'Connor shouted, even though his voice was almost drowned out by the roar of the engine and the whistling wind.

O'Connor gripped the joystick tightly, beads of sweat on his forehead. Amir and Jonathan held on to their seats tightly, their hearts beating violently in their chests, as if trying to break through the restraints of their bodies.

Evelyn's heart was in her throat. She watched the plane struggling in the sandstorm, her eyes filled with worry.

If the plane crashes, O'Connor and his team will face unimaginable danger.

"Wes, help them." Evelyn was anxious and held Wes's arm tightly, her eyes full of pleading, and she eagerly asked him to help.

"They'll be fine."

Weiss's answer made Evelyn feel desperate. She widened her eyes and glared at Weiss with disbelief on her face.

In this critical moment, she rushed towards Imhotep desperately, and her lips were tightly pressed against his lips at that moment. This was an impulsive action, an instinctive choice. She hoped that in this way, she could interrupt Imhotep's magic and buy time for O'Connor and the other two to escape.

Imhotep's body stiffened at that moment, and his magic came to an abrupt end.

(End of this chapter)