I made up myths in America

Chapter 99: Death Army, Kraken, Nuclear Explosion
"This is the ancient Egyptian ritual of judging the dead."

On the transport plane, Professor Alan Hurston watched this scene and muttered to himself almost dreamily:

"During the ceremony, the feather of the goddess Maat, representing justice and fairness, is placed on the right side of the scale."

"If the deceased behaved kindly and justly during his lifetime, his heart will be as light as a feather, the scales will remain balanced, and his soul will pass the judgment and enter the land of Yalu, where the Egyptian gods live, a world of infinite beauty."

"What if the heart is heavier than the feather?!"

An FBI agent asked from the side.

"That means the deceased committed a sin in his lifetime. His heart will be eaten by the monster Amit, and his soul will remain in the underworld to suffer forever."

"Isn't this the same as what's written in the Bible? The guilty go to hell, and the innocent go to heaven."

Michael pouted and complained.

"Yes."

Professor Alan Hurston took a deep breath and said, "Before the myth actually came to life, many scholars studying ancient Egyptian history believed that this section of the Bible about the judgment of human sin was actually plagiarized or absorbed from ancient Egyptian mythology."

"but now"

At this point, Professor Alan Hurston paused, his eyes fixed on the huge scale on the screen, which had completely tilted to the left. He raised his hand to push up his glasses, his eyes flashing with excitement.
"Obviously, the facts have been proven. They are all true. This Judgment of the Balance has been completely completed!!!"

Click click——

Meanwhile, the city of San Diego.

Under the bewildered gaze of the citizens, the huge scale that had completely tilted to the left turned into bright stars again.

However, they did not disappear. Instead, they flew towards the sky above the San Diego Naval Base like a sacred silver ribbon, and finally fell into the hands of the phantom of the god of death Anubis, forming an extremely dazzling huge gem.

His gigantic figure emerged from the wind and sand, and he looked down at the High Priest Imhotep, who knelt on the ground with a look of hope on his face, and said, "Then, it shall be as you wish, my High Priest."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the ancient Egyptian god of death disappeared in the wind and sand.

Only the huge gem in his hand remained, slowly falling from the sky, and finally landing on the top of the giant pyramid, releasing a golden light as dazzling as the sun.

"Hahaha, Ansuna, I will see you again soon"

When Imhotep saw this scene, he opened his arms and laughed loudly. His body turned into wind and sand, guarding the huge gem at the top of the pyramid.

"What is he doing??!!"

In the military base, the soldiers who dared not even breathe were a little puzzled by this, but they soon understood.

Boom!
dong dong! !
Waves of rumbling sounds like earthquakes came from inside the giant pyramid.

Under the stunned gaze of these soldiers and the people from the Investigation Bureau who were watching the live satellite broadcast, a huge army of Death with jackal heads and human bodies, holding golden weapons, swarmed out from the pyramid tomb passage.

"Oh, God."

Major General Tristan and other officers, who had quietly slipped out while Imorton seemed not to be paying attention to them, and boarded the aircraft carrier fleet far away from the shore, stared blankly at the images sent back by the military satellite on the screen, their hearts a little unbearable.

"call"

Major General Tristan, who is only 61 years old today, discovered for the first time that he was at risk of dying young.

He leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the screen, watching the horde of monsters pouring out of the Egyptian pyramids. He shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Immediately, let all the fighter jets on our aircraft carrier take off, aim at that damn pyramid, and fire missiles."

"Commander, there are still many of our soldiers who have not been evacuated."

The adjutant beside him was stunned when he heard this. "I can't care less."

Major General Tristan slammed his hand on the table and shouted angrily, "If we let those monsters leave the base, we will all be court-martialed."

"Yes Yes."

Upon hearing this, the adjutant nodded repeatedly and went downstairs to make arrangements.

At this time, Major General Tristan hesitated, took out his phone and called the White House to ask the President for the right to launch the nuclear submarine.

A few minutes later, having received a satisfactory answer, Major General Tristan hung up the phone, staring intently at the high priest Imhotep at the top of the pyramid, and muttered to himself:

"Come on, monster, let's see who's more powerful, you or our American military's nuclear weapons."

As he spoke, Major General Tristan sat in the command room of the aircraft carrier, silently waiting for the result of the last wave of bombing by fighter jets.

If he still cannot destroy those monsters and Imhotep, he will not hesitate to order the four nuclear submarines stationed in the nearby waters to launch tactical nuclear missiles at the base.

Just wait a minute, two minutes
Major General Tristan suddenly found that the surroundings were eerily quiet. There was no sound of fighter jets taking off or missiles exploding.

On the contrary, he seemed to hear an extremely pleasant singing coming from the sea not far away.

These songs seem to have some kind of magical power.

The expression on Major General Tristan's face gradually changed from nervousness to confusion and numbness.

Like the other soldiers on the aircraft carrier, he had an expressionless face and left the room like a puppet, walking step by step towards the top deck of the aircraft carrier.

“Ah, ah.”

At the same time, on the sea surface around the aircraft carrier, mermaids with beautiful appearance emerged from the water.

They are actually not the mermaids in Greek mythology, but the monster in ancient Egyptian legend, the Nile Siren Nadaha.

It is said that they have beautiful appearance and often seduce people by the river with their singing.

"Hehe, Major General Tristan, do you think I will give you another chance to launch a nuclear bomb?"

The sphinx transformed by Drake was standing on the deck of the aircraft carrier, looking at the senior military official whom he had met several times at banquets before, with a smug look on his face.

After seeing Lord Imhotep actually summon the legendary god of death Anubis.

He no longer had any thoughts of betrayal in his mind.

In this case, knowing how powerful human weapons are, he must of course clear the last obstacle for the High Priest.

"call!!"

At this time, he blew a breath towards Major General Tristan, who was standing on the edge of the aircraft carrier deck and was about to jump down like other soldiers.

The major general woke up instantly, his face filled with shock and anger. He looked at Drake, the sphinx in front of him, and the soldiers around him who were jumping down one after another. He didn't realize that he had been tricked.

He immediately reached for his gun and walkie-talkie, but found nothing. He couldn't help but yell in anger:
"Drake, you damned traitor to humanity, God will never forgive you!!"

"So what? I am now an ancient Egyptian, the noble Sphinx."

Hearing this, Drake blew out a puff of white air from his nostrils with some disdain, tilted his head and raised his chin towards Major General Tristan, and said:
"My dear Rear Admiral, if you are still thinking about your four nuclear submarines, why not take a look at that."

Major General Tristan looked in the direction Drake pointed, and his pupils dilated instantly.

Boom! ! ×4
Accompanied by earth-shaking explosions, four black suns rose from the sea in the distance, symbolizing destruction and death.

(End of this chapter)