The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 77 Come on, let's fight!

Wes was surprised that Imhotep had escaped so easily. As expected of a high priest from three thousand years ago, he was well-versed in the essence of combat.

However, he didn't care at all, because he knew perfectly well that with his understanding of the key plot points, he could completely guess what Imhotep would do next.

[Finding an American will lead to finding Imhotep.]

At that moment, a sudden scream pointed Wes in the right direction.

The agonizing screams came from somewhere in the underground palace; they sounded so desperate, as if they were telling of some unbearable torment.

The sound echoed back and forth between the walls of the underground palace, reverberating throughout its corridors. Wes quickly moved in the direction from which the sound came.

When Wes found Imhotep by following the sound, he saw several desiccated corpses lying around him.

These corpses had been drained of all their life force, leaving only shriveled skin.

Flesh and blood grew on Imhotep's original skeleton, his body began to become fuller, and his skin was covered with a light blue layer, as the new skin gradually recovered.

Upon seeing Wes, Imhotep chanted a spell, and countless scarabs crawled wildly from all directions of the dungeon, surging towards Wes like a tidal wave.

The sheer number of scarabs was terrifying to look at. When the scarabs were about a meter away from Wes, they all stopped and then turned around to attack Imhotep.

As the scarabs pounced toward him, Imhotep stared at Wes in disbelief with his empty eye sockets. He had thought these scarabs would be his loyal servants, and he couldn't understand why they would suddenly betray him.

The spells in the *Sun Sutra* were truly effective; they easily seized control of the scarab beetle.

Weiss's tone was relaxed and smug, as if he were declaring to Imhotep that his understanding of the mystical powers of ancient Egypt was far from complete.

Imhotep opened his mouth, his jaw pulled down exaggeratedly, as if his entire chin was about to detach from his face and droop to his chest, a bizarre appearance that sent chills down one's spine.

Countless locusts flew out of his mouth, like a black torrent, spewing out from Imhotep's gaping maw and quickly filling the entire space.

The two groups of insects collided instantly and began a fierce battle.

The scarabs tore at the locusts' bodies with their powerful mandibles, while the locusts retaliated with their sharp claws and teeth. Countless insect corpses fell from the walls of the underground palace, forming a thick layer, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench, a mixture of insect bodily fluids and the smell of death.

Wes waved his wand and chanted the spell: "Grow bigger!" As the spell fell, the first few dozen scarabs instantly swelled to the size of cars. The shells of these giant scarabs gleamed with a metallic sheen under the dim light, shimmering with a cold light.

Led by these giant scarabs, the initially evenly matched battle quickly reversed.

The giant scarabs charged forward like armored vehicles, tearing at the locusts with their massive mandibles and swallowing them whole. The rest of the scarabs followed closely behind, forming a tight encirclement that completely surrounded the swarm of locusts.

Led by these giant scarabs, the locusts were quickly devoured.

Scarabs covered Imhotep's entire body, but he didn't seem flustered. Instead, he looked at Wess with a playful gaze, as if taunting this powerful opponent.

The scarabs then transformed into wisps of black smoke, quickly burrowing into Imhotep's nostrils. Drawn by some unseen force, they surged into his body in a frenzy.

Imhotep's face showed a satisfied expression, as if he had swallowed some great tonic. His body seemed to become fuller in that instant, and his strength was also quietly increasing.

Wes watched this scene and realized that Imhotep could draw energy from these scarabs.

He immediately brought the other scarabs to a stop.

"Fiendfyre!" Wes shouted the incantation, and raging black flames erupted from the tip of his wand. The powerful flames seemed to come from the wrath of hell, carrying the power to destroy everything.

The flames, like a raging black dragon, snaked their way toward Imhotep, filling the air with a scorching heat.

The nearby rocks were affected and instantly melted, turning into a pool of scorching lava.

Wherever the flames passed, everything was burned to ashes, leaving behind only scorched earth.

Imhotep was startled by the sudden onslaught of fire. He quickly dodged, but the lingering heat of the flames still stung him. The flames raged around him, turning part of the dungeon into a sea of ​​fire.

Imhotep's expression turned serious; he sensed the threat posed by this powerful force.

He swirled up the yellow sand in an attempt to stop the black flames, but the sand proved to be extremely fragile in the face of the fire. It burned away in less than three seconds, turning into wisps of ashes that drifted away in the wind.

Under Wes's control, the Fiendfire split into raindrops, like a torrential downpour, engulfing Imhotep.

Imhotep spewed out black mist, which quickly spread and formed a giant umbrella to block Wes's deadly rain of fire.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

However, under the corrosive influence of the fierce fire, the black mist dissipated quickly and could not withstand this destructive power for long.

Black 'raindrops' fell to the ground, burning small pits into the earth, like lava, radiating a scorching heat.

"Obstacles are everywhere!" *3

Wes cast spells in succession, forming invisible walls.

Under the spell, Imhotep's movements became slow, as if he were stuck in a quagmire, making every movement extremely difficult.

Wes pointed his wand at Imhotep: "Avada Kedavra!" A green beam of light struck Imhotep again.

Despite Wes's relentless attacks, Imhotep did not fall; instead, he was reduced to a pile of sand once more.

"A clone? As expected of the High Priest." Wes, who had been tricked, was not angry. Instead, he was even more excited. He was glad to have met a worthy opponent.

"That's what makes it interesting."

Wes immediately used a detection spell, but it was disrupted within the dungeon. Mysterious runes were inscribed throughout the dungeon, and even after three thousand years, these runes still held a mysterious power.

This isn't a problem for me.

More than a dozen golden spheres flew out of Wes's sleeve, heading in different directions.

These are alchemical tools crafted by Wes for finding and tracking people. These spheres travel through the dungeon, trying to capture any possible clues.

However, the underground palace was too large. These spheres traversed every corner of the palace, but ultimately none of them brought back any useful information.

(End of this chapter)