Thousands of years ago, when Seth, the god of death, tried to use the reincarnation ritual to enter the present world and build ancient Egypt into an invincible empire of the dead, he certainly never thought that there were mortals who could resist him.

Obviously, it is to occupy the physical body and complete rebirth.

When you come to the head, you seem to take the initiative to send your head, please enter the urn.

"Megalomaniacal......"

Pitch-black shadows churned inside Luke's body, and streams of intense aura erupted in substance, like a blazing bright fire.

The dense hieroglyphs, like curse marks, appeared on his face, which was particularly terrifying.

"This is the wrath of death?"

Luke stood still, unmoved.

There was neither panic nor the slightest fear.

At present, everything is still under control.

He had thought that the gods, who symbolized power, war, desert and death, might be a little more powerful than they were now.

Considering the millennium years and the changes of the times, there may not be many people who know the Egyptian nine-pillar god who was at a great time.

It is understandable that the strength is weak like this.

"But that's it."

After a rhetorical question, Luke answered.

The fluttering evaluation is more like a merciless and strong mockery, which completely arouses Seth's thunderous anger.

The pitch-black shadow that exists in the body takes on the hideous form of a jackal-headed human body.

"I'll make you feel ......"

Seth wanted to threaten and frantically extract the life force of this arrogant human to make the other party understand the pain of death.

But on second thought, if Luke died, it would be a failure of the ritual.

He had been waiting for thousands of years for the plan to come to this world to be declared bankrupt.

The embarrassing dilemma suddenly made Seth at a loss, and his high tone fell silent for a while.

"Feel what? Is it a down-and-out predicament for an out-of-gas spirit? ”

A sneer, full of contempt, came out of Luke's mouth.

"The nine-pillar god of Egypt is a thing of the past."

"In this age of decay of faith, you are no different from the old antiques in a thrift store."

"Those things are at least worth some money."

"And you, you're worthless."

Every word is like a sharp knife, revealing the only trace of decency and dignity that Seth has left.

Peel off the seemingly mysterious and powerful coat, and expose the essence of being strong on the outside and dry on the inside.

"I have dealt with many dimensional demon gods, who support the world alone, and their own existence is constantly expanding, like twinkling stars, standing in the sea of the universe, unshaken by the changes of external objects."

"And you, without the power given by faith, are inferior to even mortals."

Luke mobilized the stellar energy in his body to suppress the impotent and furious Reaper Seth.

At the same time, he also used the identity of the Supreme Mage to communicate with Emperor Weishan and draw strength.

An immense pillar of pure white light descended from the sky, enveloping Superman.

"Ancient Gods......

Seth, the god of death, was horrified.

He was one of the Egyptian Nine Pillars God.

Naturally, he could detect the true identity of Emperor Weishan.

"You're too sluggish."

Luke smiled.

Pure white light is infused into the body.

The hideous dark shadow, like snow in the sun, is constantly evaporating.

"Your authority to die, I'll laugh at it."

Luke opened his right hand, and a pharaoh's scepter gradually condensed and appeared in the palm of his hand.

He grabbed it suddenly, and his eyes were flowing with wisps of black light, which was extremely terrifying.

The authority of Seth, one of the Egyptian Nine Pillar Gods, fell into his hands in this way.

"I curse you! With my life, with all my might! ”

The pitch-black shadow seemed to be being dragged and tugged at, slowly detaching itself from Luke's body.

No matter how much you struggle, no matter how unwilling you are, it is useless.

"It doesn't have to be that way. Your name, your image, has always existed in history. ”

Luke chuckled as he felt the power of the scepter, "I'm just a proxy for death, and I don't have followers and I won't be enshrined in the temple. ”

"Think about it another way, I'm actually working for you, and you're my boss."

"Seth, is this much better?"

The Egyptian god of death, as if shocked by the shamelessness of humanity, fell into a long silence until the dark shadow left the other person's body completely.

Snort! Snort!

When Seth was exposed to the sun, he instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke.

The black flame, as thick as oil, raised a large frenzy of fire.

The terrible wail, the angry roar, disappeared along with the hideous form of Seth, the god of death.

"Death gone?"

Dr. Henry, who had been watching, and the various members of the Hiromi Department were dumbfounded.

Although they didn't know what had just happened, they still couldn't help but feel their hearts shake when the results were presented in front of them.

An Egyptian god who was worshipped thousands of years ago has disappeared.

Even among those present, the vast majority were staunch atheists.

But after witnessing this scene, they not only wavered in their concepts, but also irrepressibly developed a fanaticism of awe and worship for Superman.

The reputation value that keeps refreshing and rising is the most obvious manifestation.

"The gods are not completely dead."

Luke corrects Dr. Henry's misconceptions.

In his eyes, every life has illusory lines of varying lengths.

That's the length of life!

As long as he wants, he can always try to use the pharaoh's scepter in his right hand to cut or renew someone's life lines.

Of course, this is not easy, and there is a price to pay.

"As long as someone can remember their name, as long as the traces of history have not completely disappeared."

Luke stared at the Egyptian princess Ammarnet, who was trembling and fearful almost all over her face.

"They will have the opportunity to be 'resurrected' and come into this world."

"Maybe a hundred years, maybe a thousand years, Seth, who has fallen into a deep sleep again, will appear again."

Dr. Henry listened attentively, and he couldn't help but think that if Seth, the god of death, was sleeping in darkness, wouldn't the superman holding the pharaoh's scepter be the same as the living god of death?

Thinking of this, this high-level member of the Broad Insight Department subconsciously buried his head a little lower.

This is the fear of God.

"It's not as scary as you think."

Luke shook his head slightly, as if guessing Dr. Henry's thoughts.

He didn't explain too much, those complex concepts were too complicated for ordinary people.

The belief system of this world has long been divided by many gods.

Olympian, Greek, Norse, Indian, Egyptian......

In addition, there are two camps of heaven and hell.

The souls of those believers are labeled when they kneel to a certain deity and pray.

When he reaches the end of his life, he becomes a "bargaining chip" in his god system.

Those dimensional demon gods were among them, and at best they only picked up a little bit of the leftover scraps.

Comparatively speaking, "soul chips" are not as important to them as the gods.

In Luke's view, Earth is like a giant casino.

Those gods who rarely appear in the world, the big guys who hide behind the scenes.

The competition is who has more chips and who has a strong background.

"Lord Death......

Silently acting as a little transparent Ann Marnet, she spoke weakly.

"What can I do for you?"

According to the original contract, she helped Seth, the god of death, to come into the world.

In return, not only can you live forever, but you can also become the companion of the other party and rule over a large area of the country.

But what is happening now is completely beyond her expectations, as well as Seth, the god of death.

"The dead are not welcome in this world."

Luke said lightly.

Ammanette trembled and fell to her knees.

It was not easy for her to get rid of the darkness of thousands of years, the seal of the coffin.

If you go back to the original situation and suffer such torture, it is worse than death.

"However, considering my Hades, someone needs to manage it."

The corners of Luke's mouth curled, evoking the fear of the Egyptian princess, and then he wiped it out with his own hands.

"Are you ready to work for me, Ann Marnet?"

The ups and downs of life made this Egyptian princess like a roller coaster.

She let out a long breath, tears of excitement falling from her eyes.

"I'll take care of the world of Hades for you!"

Ann Marnet assured.

"I hope so."

Luke gripped the Pharaoh's scepter, his eyes glowing black.

Thundered!

An illusory loud sound, like chains twisting and gears snapping.

A grand portal imprinted with hieroglyphs slowly opened.

That's Hades!

Belong to the kingdom of the Grim Reaper!

"Huh?"

The moment he opens Hades, Luke seems to have a subtle connection with the "Realm of Death" that exists in different places.

His gaze, piercing through the barrier of space, saw a cold world full of damp mist.

Then, a slender figure wearing a green cloak came into view.