I'm a Hokage in Tokyo

"Colonel Bastien?!"

Seeing Colonel Bastien and several other members of the Frank peacekeeping force looking as miserable as defeated soldiers, the young reporter opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

What kind of strange wind brought so many people here? !

The young reporter's attention was immediately attracted by a three-step pyramid building more than ten meters high not far away.

"Mastaba!"

Mastaba means "tall stone bench" in ancient Egyptian. It is the burial structure of the kings and nobles in the early period of the ancient Egyptian dynasty, and is also the prototype of the later pyramids.

“Is this the pyramid that was washed out by the flood?”

Although it can be roughly included in the pyramid, the mastaba in front of us is definitely not up to the level of a pharaoh in terms of size or shape, but more like the level of a priest or aristocrat.

Even if a report is published in Le Monde, it will only be given a space the size of a tofu block at most.

The young reporter was not interested in the big news now. He climbed up a sand dune and looked around. He saw that with the Mastaba Tomb as the center, there were terrifying sandstorms and wind walls in all directions.

The area where everyone was located was like the eye of a typhoon, calm and peaceful.

The reporter and the black photographer looked at each other, their faces full of disbelief, but excitement was faintly beating in their eyes.

Such a strange sandstorm is definitely not naturally occurring.

Perhaps, they were involved in some supernatural event!

"Plop!" "Plop!"

Another dozen figures fell from the sky, falling headfirst onto the sand pile like onions, and the air was filled with dust.

But before they could take a closer look, four strange-looking men with bony bodies that looked like armored warriors suddenly appeared and loyally protected the others behind them.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

"Bone Warrior? Is he extraordinary?"

"Guns! They still have guns!"

The others were immediately horrified and stepped back.

The group of people who were swept by the sandstorm climbed up in less than half a minute, shaking their heads, and immediately gathered into a team with their guns pointed outward.

They displayed extraordinary physical fitness and disciplined military temperament, and were obviously an elite force.

"It's you!"

Colonel Bastien immediately recognized the identities of these people, drew his pistol, and said with gritted teeth.

Immediately, an artificial supernatural being cast a cold gaze at him, and Colonel Bastian felt cold all over, like a frog being stared at by a poisonous snake.

It's an extraordinary person!

The mastermind behind the attack actually involves a supernatural being, so the identity of the real murderer is about to be revealed.

The on-site commander of the special forces ordered the four test subjects and his subordinates to be alert in all directions, while constantly looking at the eye-catching mastaba tomb.

He took out a communicator and reported something in a low voice.

The other special forces kept looking at Colonel Bastian, Le Monde reporters and other villagers with unfriendly eyes.

The reporter couldn't help but shrink his neck and his hair stood on end.

What do these guys want to do?

If they really had malicious intentions, even without those four suspected supernatural beings, the remaining soldiers would be able to wipe out everyone like cutting melons and vegetables.

As the atmosphere became increasingly uneasy, a streak of light fell and created a large hole in the sand.

"Mademoiselle Jeanne!"

"Lord Saint!"

After seeing the face of the last visitor clearly, the duo of Le Monde reporters and the other villagers were overjoyed, as if they had found their backbone, and they all went to greet him.

"Since I'm here, I won't let innocent people get hurt."

Although her hair was covered with dust and she looked like a wild girl, the smile on her face had an amazing power to calm people down.

Then Jeanna put away her smile and walked towards the special forces and the four artificial superhumans.

"Ms. Jeanne, please be careful." Colonel Bastien reminded her worriedly.

"It's great to see you are safe, Mr. Colonel."

Jeanne nodded.

Angelica and the other three experimental subjects stood like a white wall in front of Jeanne, and behind them, the special forces also pulled the safety button, with the black muzzles of their guns pointing straight ahead.

Facing the enemy who might suddenly attack at any time, Jeanna calmly said:

"We have all been brought here by an unknown supernatural being using a storm. How about a temporary truce?"

"We have full confidence in Miss Jeanne's credibility. We will do as you say."

The on-site commander hesitated for a moment and agreed. Following his gesture, the other special forces put down their guns, but the four artificial superhumans intentionally or unintentionally stood in front of Jeanne.

At least the tense atmosphere has eased a lot.

"Hoo ho ho!!!"

A shrill sound like the howling of ghosts suddenly exploded in the air, and then from the wind walls on all sides, a violent storm carrying sand and gravel blew over everyone's heads.

The three-level stepped pyramid Mastaba, which is more than ten meters high, experienced thousands of years of weathering in just a dozen seconds, turning into sand and being blown into the sky.

All that remained at the scene was a sarcophagus on a stone base and four animal-head jars in the east, west, south and north directions.

"boom!"

Amid the crowd's frightened, fearful and horrified gaze, an arm so emaciated and bony that it could only see the skin pushed open the lid of the sarcophagus.

The owner of the sarcophagus stood up from the coffin.

"mummy!"

Everyone could clearly see that it was so dehydrated that only a layer of skin and flesh remained on its skull, and its empty belly sac was shrunk to the spine.

The mummy then tore open the sutures on its belly, reached out and picked up a jackal-headed jar, crushed it, took out the black stuff inside, and stuffed it into its stomach.

"Gah... Carrobic jar..."

Such a horrifying scene made the reporter's teeth tremble and he could not speak clearly.

When the ancient Egyptians made mummies, they would take out the four internal organs: the stomach, intestines, lungs, and liver, and place them in different jars for burial.

The others were also frightened to the point of paleness.

Only the black photographer's professional instinct overwhelmed his fear, and he raised the camera with trembling hands.

After stuffing the contents of all the jars back into the body in the same way, the mummy finally walked out of the sarcophagus, looking directly at everyone through its deeply sunken, empty eye sockets.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!!!"

As the mummy let out a terrifying roar, yellow sand swirled down from the sky, filling its body with flesh and blood bit by bit, turning it into the appearance of a normal human.

The eyes grew back, but they looked extremely strange, with the whites of the eyes completely black.

Chapter 387 Chapter 388 Desert, Storm, and the God of Hades

The Mummy Returns!

A tall figure gradually emerged in the wind and sand.

Like the characters in ancient Egyptian murals, he was shirtless with only a loincloth called "Nugbai" hanging around his waist. He was hairless and had a bald head like a scarab.

Because of Egypt's hot and humid climate, clothes were only decorations rather than necessities. From the pharaoh to the common people, everyone would shave their hair to keep clean. The gorgeous hair crowns of the ancient Egyptian pharaohs in the murals were actually all wigs.

The skin color of the resurrected is extremely abnormal. It is not the luster that a living person can have, but a gray earthy color, as if it were made of sand, dust and soil.

But the strangest thing was his eyes. The whites of his eyes had turned an evil black, and the dividing line between his eyes and the black pupils had almost disappeared.

Whether it was people at the scene or in front of the screen, they all had the same thought.

These are not eyes that a living person can have!

"Damn it, it was almost there! It was so almost there!"

"The Pentagon has called several times, asking what happened!"

"Can't satellite images be clearer?"

At the US military base hundreds of miles away in the Derna River Valley, there was already chaos.

Originally, with the coordinated efforts of the four artificial superhumans and the Navy SEALs, the balance of victory had already tilted towards them, but complications arose and an inexplicable sandstorm directly swept everyone into a river valley more than ten miles away.

Then we witnessed the incredible scene of the return of the mummy.

"OMG, the mummy is really resurrected!!"

"I don't believe in the resurrection of the dead. This is blasphemy! It's a trick of the devil!"

Several generals and scientists in the command center were shocked and started screaming wildly, looking extremely crazy.

"What a bunch of idiots who are trying to cover up their mistakes."

Grace glanced at them, thinking calmly.

Even though the extraordinary era has arrived for more than three years since the emergence of Lord Taishan, there are still a large number of people in the United States who refuse to acknowledge the reality, believing that this is all a conspiracy concocted by the U.S. government and the Jews.

Religious conservatives in the Western world refuse to acknowledge the existence of Taishan Fujun and other gods, or deny their divinity, and instead label them as demons, evil gods, and the like.

Resurrection from the dead is considered a miracle in the teachings of monotheism, so it is no wonder that the most devout believers at the scene were so angry and terrified.

But facts speak louder than words.

Grace turned her head and looked at the big screen in front of her.

Because of the storm wall and sandstorm, the signal was intermittent, but the SEALs still managed to contact the headquarters, and the cameras on their bodies broadcast the images intermittently.

This was the second time Grace had come into contact with a supernatural event similar to the resurrection of the dead.

However, compared to the ghost doctor who came back to life to treat patients, this time the mummy not only has a physical body, but can also summon such a violent sandstorm to abduct people. It is obvious that he has no good intentions.

Angelica, Mademoiselle Jeanne, and...

Grace's heart couldn't help but tighten.

In the eye of the sandstorm, the bald man with full flesh and blood, different from his previous withered mummy image, slowly approached Jeanne and the others with a scepter in one hand and a circular Egyptian cross in the other.

Jeanne became alert as if facing a great enemy, and gestured a few times with her right hand behind her back, signaling Colonel Bastien, the reporter and other civilians to step back.

"May I ask why you invited us here?"

Jeanne asked tentatively in the local language.

The bald priest remained indifferent, his strange black eyes slowly turned, scanning everyone one by one without a trace of emotion.

Everyone who was targeted by him felt their scalp tingling.

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

"What is your purpose?"

Jeanne switched to Greek and Latin and asked the same question again.

But there was no response from the bald priest.

Jeanne didn't take it seriously. She thought that the bald man might be a person who lived three or four thousand years ago, so it was natural that he couldn't understand modern languages.

Moreover, whether this mummy can communicate is still unclear.

"Seth, Aba Aba, Echries..."

The bald priest looked around, his gaze paused for a moment on Angelica and the other four artificial supernatural beings, then he looked directly at Jeanne and uttered a few words in a completely incomprehensible manner.

Is it ancient Egyptian?

Jeanna's eyelids twitched and she felt a little worried.

She knew nothing about the lost ancient Egyptian language.

When Jeanne tried to say something that made things confusing, the bald priest had already shut his mouth, with a murderous look on his face and a hideous smile on his face.

Jeanne and the others felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.

Although language cannot communicate, human expressions have something in common.