I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapters 387 & 388: Desert Storm and the God of the Underworld

The mummy is back!

A tall figure gradually emerged from the sandstorm.

Like the figures in ancient Egyptian murals, he was shirtless, with only a loincloth called a "nugba" hanging around his waist, and his entire body was hairless, with his head bald like a scarab beetle.

Because of Egypt's hot and humid climate, clothing was more of an ornament than a necessity. From pharaohs to commoners, everyone shaved their heads to keep themselves clean and dry. The ornate headdresses of ancient Egyptian pharaohs in murals were actually all wigs.

The resurrected's skin color was extremely abnormal; it was not the luster that a living person could have, but a dull, earthy color, as if it had been sculpted from sand and mud.

But the most bizarre thing was his eyes; the whites of his eyes had turned an evil black, and the boundary between them and his black pupils had almost disappeared.

Whether they were at the scene or watching on screen, everyone had the same thought.

These are not eyes that a living person could have!

"Damn it, so close! So close!"

"The Pentagon has called several times, demanding to know what happened!"

"Couldn't the satellite images have been taken more clearly?"

At the US military base hundreds of miles away in the Derna River Valley, chaos had already broken out.

Originally, with the coordinated efforts of the four artificial superhumans and the Navy SEALs, the scales of victory had tipped in their favor. However, an unexpected sandstorm swept everyone away to a valley more than ten miles away.

Then I witnessed the incredible scene of the mummy's return.

"OMG, the mummy has really come back to life!!"

"I do not acknowledge the resurrection of the dead; it is blasphemy! It is the devil's trick!"

After being shocked, the generals and scientists in the command center started screaming wildly, their expressions extremely frantic.

"What a bunch of idiots who are burying their heads in the sand."

Grace glanced at them, thinking silently.

Even though the extraordinary era has been underway for more than three years since the emergence of the Lord of Mount Tai, a large number of people in the United States still refuse to accept reality, believing that it is all a conspiracy concocted by the US government and the Jews.

Religious conservatives in the Western world refuse to acknowledge the existence of the Lord of Mount Tai and other deities, or deny their divinity, instead labeling them as demons or evil gods.

The resurrection from the dead is considered a miracle in monotheistic doctrine, which explains why the most devout believers present were so furious and terrified.

But facts speak louder than words.

Grace turned her face to look at the large screen directly in front of her.

Due to the effects of the storm wall and sandstorm, the signal was intermittent, but the SEALs still managed to maintain contact with command, with their cameras intermittently transmitting footage.

This was Grace's second encounter with a supernatural event resembling the resurrection of the dead.

However, unlike the ghost doctor who brought the living back to life to heal patients, this time the mummy not only has a physical body, but can also summon such a fierce sandstorm to abduct people, which is obviously not a good thing.

Angelica, Miss Jeanne, and...

Grace's heart clenched.

Within the eye of the sandstorm, a bald man, his flesh plump and unlike the previously withered mummy, slowly approached Jeanne and the others, holding a scepter in one hand and a circular Egyptian cross in the other.

Jeanne became extremely alert, placing her right hand behind her back and gesturing a few times to signal Colonel Bastian and the reporter, along with other civilians, to step back.

"May I ask what brings you here, sir?"

Jeanne tentatively asked a question in the local language.

The bald priest remained unmoved, his eerie black eyes slowly turning, sweeping over everyone without a trace of emotion.

Everyone who was targeted by him felt their scalp tingle.

The instinctive fear of the living towards the dead, of humans towards the indescribable monsters, and of the weak mortals towards the powerful supernatural beings gripped their hearts so tightly that they dared not even breathe loudly.

"What exactly is your purpose?"

Jeanne then switched to Greek and Latin, asking the same question again.

However, they did not receive a reply from the bald priest.

Jeanne didn't take it to heart; the bald man was probably a figure from three or four thousand years ago, so it was only natural that he couldn't understand modern languages.

Moreover, whether this mummy can communicate is another matter entirely.

"Seth, Ababa, Ecris..."

The bald priest looked around, his gaze lingering briefly on Angelica and the other three artificial superhumans before staring directly at Jeanne and uttering a few words that were completely incomprehensible.

Is it Ancient Egyptian?

Jeanne's eyelids twitched, and she looked somewhat worried.

She knew absolutely nothing about the ancient Egyptian language, which had been lost to time.

When Jeanne tried to say something, her words were like a broken record, but the bald priest had already shut his mouth, his face full of murderous intent, revealing a ferocious smile.

Jeanne and the others felt a chill run down their spines.

Although language cannot communicate, human expressions and facial expressions have commonalities.

The bald priest's earlier words were not intended to communicate with them, but rather to announce the arrival of judgment.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!"

The bald priest raised his staff, and a storm, carrying with it a sky full of yellow sand, swirled and blew around him.

The strong wind stung everyone's faces.

"Firing!"

The special forces commander, adhering to the principle of preemptive self-defense, decisively issued the attack order.

The team members immediately pulled the trigger, bursts of fire erupted from the muzzles, and countless bullets rained down on the bald priest.

Angelica and the other artificial superhumans also stretched out their hands forward, their snow-white finger bones being fired like bullets.

Ten fingers pierced by a bullet!

"Crackling and popping."

The bald priest remained unfazed, stomping his scepter on the ground, instantly forming a thick sand shield in front of him.

The bullets created craters of varying sizes on the sand shield, but they couldn't completely destroy it.

Immediately afterwards, the Sand Shield began to transform, firing out a large number of circular sand bullets, like shotgun shells, which shot rapidly toward the special forces.

"Ahhh!!"

The sand bullets were clearly extremely powerful; several soldiers who couldn't dodge in time were immediately blown up and killed without a trace.

Even the artificial superhumans protected by bone armor had their bone armor shattered, and blood flowed from their mouths and noses.

The bald priest pressed his advantage, slashing his staff diagonally, creating a three- or four-meter-long translucent wind blade that cleaved them in two.

Just then, Jeanne suddenly appeared in front of everyone and shattered the wind blade with a heavy punch.

Jeanne crouched down and placed her hand on the weakened artificial superhuman body, which had been hit by the sand bullet.

Medical Ninjutsu activated!

The injured person immediately stopped bleeding and recovered at a visible speed, then got up from the ground.

"Miss Jeanne..."

The on-site commander was extremely envious. Several of his men had been seriously injured in the sand bomb attack earlier, and if they could receive treatment from Miss Jeanne, they could be brought back to life.

"I don't have much strength left, so let's finish this in one blow. I know those children only obey your orders, so please pass on that message."

Jeanne, however, didn't even glance at him. Instead, she turned to look at the bald priest manipulating the storm and sand, and said solemnly:

"I'm going to launch a frontal assault on that bald guy next. Have the kids cover me."

"Yes, Miss Jeanne."

The commander, who understood the priorities, nodded.

This bald guy's extraordinary power is manipulating sand and wind...

Jeanne took a deep breath; the air was thick with dust and the smell of heat. Then, her expression hardened, she stomped her foot on the ground, and galloped forward, leaving everyone else in the dust.

Although it moves as fast as a shooting star, it goes straight and without any variation.

The bald priest raised his staff, aimed it at the oncoming saintess, and with a flick of his wrist, a huge wind blast hurtled towards them.

It is so fast and powerful that it can even blow through a city wall.

"drink!"

Jeanne's chest swelled up, and she suddenly expelled the air she had inhaled into her lungs, along with a large amount of chakra, forcefully dispersing the whirlwind bullet.

The bald priest was also startled, and his movements visibly froze for a moment.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Jeanne was already close enough to kill him.

The bald priest's expression changed. He waved his staff, causing the sand to flow and forming more than a dozen giant sand hands on either side of Jeanne's back, ready to grab her and immobilize her.

Just then, several petite figures covered in bone spurs leaped up, slashing with bone blades and shredding and severing the sand hands.

In the blink of an eye, Jeanne sprinted to the bald priest.

Caught off guard, the bald priest's last line of defense was a thick sand shield.

Similar to Angelica's Bone Wall, the Sand Shield is covered with countless sharp spikes.

But for Jeanne, this minor injury was nothing to worry about.

"boom!"

After a deafening explosion, the Sand Shield, along with the bald priest, was shattered by Jeanne's punch, sending sand flying everywhere like a storm.

"No, this isn't the feel of beating a living person!"

Jeanne frowned, realizing something was wrong, and tried to turn and retreat quickly.

Just then, a jackal's head formed of sand suddenly sprang out from the sand pile. It was as big as a car and viciously swallowed Jeanne whole.

"Miss Jeanne!!!"

"No, Your Holiness!"

The crowd cried out in a mixture of grief and anger.

The next second, the Sand Jackal exploded into a pile of sand, and Jeanne, covered in wounds, appeared on the spot.

Jeanne waved her hand to indicate that she was alright.

Although she appeared to be fine, Jeanne's wounds did not heal on their own as usual, indicating that her chakra had been depleted to the limit.

"Miss Jeanne, what happened just now? Did your attack miss?"

The commander cautiously approached with the artificial superhumans.

He was now surrounded by walls of storms on all sides, with nowhere to escape. He understood the principle that when the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact.

"My punch landed squarely. It would have been a knockout for anyone alive, but... the opponent doesn't seem to be alive."

Jeanne stared straight ahead without blinking.

As the dust settled, the bald priest's figure came into view.

Half of the bald priest's body had been blown apart, as if some terrifying monster had torn his body apart and devoured it. His head hung askew to one side, with only a bit of skin and flesh connecting it to his neck.

Everyone was horrified by the horrific scene.

Such severe injuries would be impossible for even a superhuman to survive, but the bald priest moved forward step by step.

"Hiss, they're still alive? Are they really zombies?"

"There was no bleeding, so what is the structure of his body?"

Everyone was speechless with astonishment.

"Miss Jeanne, although you didn't kill this monster with your first punch, judging from his current condition, he's just one hit away from killing you," the commander said with a forced smile.

Miss Jeanne did not show any relief upon hearing this; instead, her face grew increasingly serious.

Mortals naturally wouldn't sense anything, but in Jeanne's perception, the aura of the crippled bald priest grew increasingly dangerous.

Moreover, it carries a subtle, indescribable sense of sacredness.

Uh, sacred?

Could it be that……

The bald priest, whose body was mutilated, wore an eerie smile.

Then he turned around and took his head off, placing it neatly on the ground.

Like an offering to the gods.

Then he knelt on the ground, raised his one arm high, held up the Egyptian cross in his hand, and assumed a prayer posture.

"SET!"

The head on the sand howled madly.

In an instant, the weather changed dramatically. The already intense sandstorm became even more violent and unrestrained, accompanied by the howls of wolves and the barks of dogs. Visible high-speed air currents and the raging yellow sand violently impacted everything.

"SET! SET! SET! SETTTTT——!!!"

The bizarre and evil ritual terrified and puzzled everyone present.

"This is terrifying, what is he going to do?"

"Never mind, let's just interrupt his ceremony first."

At the commander's command, Angelica immediately raised her arm, and a bone spur shot out, directly igniting the bald priest's head.

Then came the second one, shooting out with lightning speed.

But it was grabbed by the hand of the headless corpse.

His body grew at a visible rate, but what grew on his neck was not the original priest's bald head.

It was a huge black dog's head!

This dog's ears are rectangular, but its muzzle and nose are curved downwards. It is extremely ugly and fierce, but it is so captivating that it makes people unable to look away and even feel an urge to worship it.

They had never seen such a ferocious beast, nor such a sacred one.

"Anubis?!"

The reporter immediately thought of the underworld god in ancient Egyptian mythology, a wolf-beast with the body of a human.

"No, no! It was Set, the god who killed Osiris."

The older Black photographer uttered in a trembling voice:

"He is the god of deserts, storms, and destruction, and also the father of Anubis!"

(End of this chapter)