The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 82 God descends
Everyone's attention was attracted by the book in Weiss's hand, and they all focused on the "Golden Scripture of the Sun" in his hand.

Imorton's pupils suddenly contracted, revealing a deep fear.

For him, this "Golden Book of the Sun" is a symbol of the Pharaoh's kingship, the power bestowed by the sun god, and the faith he once betrayed.

He could feel the power contained in the book, a power that could seal him or even destroy him. He was very afraid of this "Golden Scripture of the Sun".

Evelyn's eyes were fixed on the Golden Scripture of the Sun, and an irrepressible excitement surged in her heart.

This book is the holy relic that her father has been pursuing all his life.

She remembered that her father had described the magic of this book countless times. He said that the book contained the power of the sun god and could dispel all evil.

However, when her eyes turned to Weiss, her heart sank.

Wes was no longer their friend, he was now their enemy, a powerful enemy.

"Give it to me." Imhotep's face was as gloomy as water, and he approached Wes step by step.

"Wizard, you are not qualified to own the Golden Book of the Sun." Imhotep's words were full of majesty and domineering, declaring his absolute ownership of this book.

"Then you, a sinner who betrayed Pharaoh and was punished by being eaten by insects, are qualified?"

Wes's words accurately stung Imhotep's past, which he did not want to be mentioned. It was his deepest shame and a stain that he could never erase.

The atmosphere between the two was extremely tense, and the situation seemed to be on the verge of a fierce conflict at any time.

At this moment, O'Connor took advantage of the confrontation between the two and brandished his sword, forcing Ansuna back with great momentum. Then, he cut off the restraints on Evelyn's hands and feet, and then shouted to Jonathan, "Take her away!"

Jonathan immediately helped Evelyn up, and the two of them quickly ran towards the exit.

Seeing that the sacrifice was about to escape, Imhotep didn't care about the confrontation with Wes, and used magic to build a high wall to block the exit.

"No one can leave."

An obscure spell was slowly recited from his mouth. As the spell was recited, a rustling sound was heard, and countless scarabs gathered from all corners of the underground palace.

These scarabs surrounded O'Connor and the other two like a black tide.

The three men held up torches and tried to force the scarabs back. There were simply too many of them, swarming densely together. The circle around them kept shrinking, and some even crawled onto their shoes.

"Think of a way quickly!" O'Connor shouted loudly, waving the sword in the air, trying to cut off some of the approaching scarabs, but the number of scarabs made his efforts seem ineffective.

"We can't wait here to die!" There was a hint of despair in Jonathan's voice, but he still tried his best to remain calm.

"Boom!!" A hole was suddenly blown in the high wall, and Amir's figure appeared in their sight.

Amir, with explosives tied all over his body, rushed towards the scarab's encirclement.

"What are you doing standing still! Run!"

He lit a stick of dynamite and threw it around with force, blowing a hole in the scarab's encirclement.

O'Connor quickly pulled Evelyn and Jonathan, intending to leave through the gap created by the explosion.

They passed by Amir, who ignited all the explosives on his body and rushed towards Imhotep without hesitation, intending to die with him.

A huge hand made of sand suddenly appeared and held Amir in its palm.

Imorton clenched his right hand, and the big hand formed by sand began to clench.

"Ah!!" With a tragic cry, blood began to flow from Amir's seven orifices, and his body twisted and deformed under the pressure of the huge hand. "Boom!" The dynamite exploded, blowing Amir into pieces, and the huge hand made of sand was also blown apart.

O'Connor watched Amir being blown to pieces, his eyes red and the veins on his neck bulging like earthworms.

"No!!" he roared in grief and anger, clenching his fists, the anger in his heart almost swallowed him up.

"It's your turn next."

Imhotep's body floated in the air and rushed towards the three people.

Evelyn looked panicked, Jonathan's legs were shaking, and he could barely stand. O'Connor lowered his head, and no one could see his expression.

There was a suffocating tension in the air, as if the entire underground palace was holding its breath waiting for the next moment.

Just as Imhotep's right hand was about to grab Evelynn, a flash of sword light passed by, making it almost impossible to see its trajectory.

"Pah~" A severed hand fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Imhotep stepped back in horror, covering his right arm in pain.

The right arm that fell to the ground had a neat cross-section that was burnt black, but not a drop of blood was shed.

O'Connor looked up, his eyes were white and his pupils were invisible.

His hair moved without wind, and the golden sword in his hand ignited golden flames, emitting dazzling light.

"Pull!!" Imhotep looked at O'Connor in disbelief, feeling unprecedented fear.

[It's finally here.] Weiss thought to himself, this was exactly what he had been waiting for.

O'Connor's current situation is called "inviting a spirit to possess" in the East and "divining" in the West. Although it may only be a consciousness from the gods, it also makes Imhotep feel like he is facing a formidable enemy.

As for Ansuna, she knelt on the ground and trembled, as if she had seen her own end.

"Sinner." O'Connor's voice was ethereal and majestic. The long sword in his hand pointed at Ansuna, and a golden flame shot out from the tip of the sword.

Just as the flames were about to hit Ansuna, Imhotep stood in front of her.

He opened his hands, and the flames were stopped as if by an invisible barrier. The high temperature caused the air to begin to distort. Imhotep gritted his teeth and persevered, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

"Hmph!" O'Connor snorted coldly, obviously dissatisfied.

He began to increase the power, and the golden flames became hotter, with the power to burn everything.

Imhotep's knees began to bend, the flames kept approaching and began to burn his arms, and the flesh made a "sizzling" sound, but at this moment Imhotep still persisted stubbornly.

[Let me see the difference between me and the 'God'!]

Weiss took action. He chanted a spell, and the temperature began to drop sharply. Frost spread from the ground, and the ice began to condense into various weapons: spears, lances, axes.
Under Wes's control, these ice blades flashed with cold light and pointed directly at O'Connor.

O'Connor stood there, holding the greatsword tightly in his hand, with the tip pointing to the ground.

As those icy weapons whizzed towards him, his body was surrounded by an invisible force, forming a transparent barrier around O'Connor.

　Happy Mid-Autumn Festival

　　
　
(End of this chapter)