Will human beings in a thousand years be so direct?

The Egyptian princess Ammanette woke up, and originally wanted to use her eerie voice and the ghost-like horror look to make the whole horror movie effect.

Unexpectedly, Luke would so directly propose to become the reincarnation vessel of the Death Reaper Seth.

It's just a game that doesn't make sense!

Ann Marnet was stunned for a moment, and the downtime brain restarted.

The face covered in sludge and branded with hieroglyphs showed a look of interest.

She stared straight at Luke, sweeping back and forth with a cargo look.

"Strong, young man."

Ammanette licked her blackened lips like a hungry she-animal, trying to swallow her whole belly.

The Egyptian princess chose the physical body of Seth, the god of death, and there were no hard and fast standards.

To put it simply, it is probably the right age, not too old.

Durability should be sufficient, and the output capacity should be strong, preferably both strong and long-lasting.

Moreover, the appearance cannot be too bad.

The work is not clingy and can be prioritized......

Only those who meet the above conditions can be considered as passing.

Don't get me wrong, this isn't what Death Seth meant, it's Ammarnet's personal hobby.

After all, before completing the reincarnation ritual.

She also had to communicate with the chosen man in a spiritual and physical way to achieve a great harmony in life.

In some places, the requirements cannot be lowered.

"The great Seth should be happy with you."

Ammarnet twisted her waist and walked over.

In her eyes, there was only Luke.

Dr. Henry is too old to be ruled out.

Those werewolves are alien, so they don't need to be considered.

The rest of the archaeological team members didn't look enough in front of Luke.

After a round of strict screening, those who meet the conditions are also young people who take the initiative to ask.

"Really?"

Luke grimaced in surprise, as if excited that he had been chosen.

Then, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he said softly: "In that case, Your Highness Princess, then complete the ceremony as soon as possible." ”

"Death Seth's dagger, where is it?"

As the one who signed the contract, Ammarnet had a secret connection to the ruby and dagger capitals.

As long as you are nearby, you can perceive it.

For Luke, the Egyptian princess was just a tool man looking for a dagger.

Ammarnet was silent, and she approached the young man.

Sniffing the other party's vibrant soul breath, there was a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Let me see ......"

The Egyptian princess gently ripped open Luke's clothes, as if to inspect the goods first.

Boom!

The latter showed no mercy and threw a punch.

An Marnet's chest exploded directly into a terrifying hole.

Fortunately, she was a mummy, and the organs in her body had long since decayed, and there were no bloody scenes.

"Your Royal Highness, please respect yourself."

Luke looked righteous and awe-inspiring, and used his actions to tell the other party that he was not the kind of casual guy.

He just wanted to know the whereabouts of Seth's dagger, but sacrificing hue for it would be a bit more than worth the loss.

Ammanette is certainly a rare beauty with an exotic atmosphere, but that was only from a thousand years ago.

After being mummified, it was sealed in a coffin and sunk into the mouth of a mercury well.

The ruthless years have destroyed her beauty to the point that there is nothing left.

The Egyptian princess standing in front of Luke hadn't bathed for thousands of years.

Coupled with the rotting flesh and blood and the sludge, the overall image is really flattering.

It is really difficult for Luke to complete a great harmony in life with such a woman.

In a word, it is ugly.

"I'm just interested in Seth, the Grim Reaper, and I'm not interested in you."

Ann Marnet was offended by this answer.

She was angry and opened her hands, and the rich smell of the dead attracted a large number of crows.

They swept in like a black storm.

Thousands of crows, with sharp claws and sharp beaks, are enough to peck at the archaeological team.

Syllable!

Luke snapped his fingers lightly.

The fiery energy that was free of air, like explosives that ignited a fuse, burst out.

Boom! Boom Boom!

The flock of pitch-black crows hovering overhead suddenly burst into flames and turned into a sea of fire.

This spectacular scene shocked the archaeological team members, and at the same time, they had a fuller understanding of Superman's strength.

"Most of the time, I treat women very politely and decently."

Luke walked up to Ammanette, the bioforce field enveloping the other and exerting a terrifying pressure.

The mummified body with immortal characteristics is not strong enough to be invulnerable and fearless of fire and water.

At most, he will be beaten more than ordinary people.

As her arms burst open and exploded into powder, the Egyptian princess was finally terrified.

Her legs bent and she slowly fell to her knees in submission.

What the hell is wrong with this world?

In Ann Marnet's barren mind, human beings should be synonymous with weakness.

Even the bravest and most powerful warriors in the kingdom could not stand up to the power of the gods.

But now, it seems that something went wrong.

The young man standing in front of him is obviously terrifyingly strong!

"That's the right attitude."

Luke put away the bioforce field, looked down at the Egyptian princess who had come to her senses after a beating, and asked again, "Where is Seth's dagger?" ”

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A few hours later, Luke led a team of archaeologists from the Hakumi Department to a monastery near London, England.

According to Ammarnet, during the Crusades, Egypt was invaded and plundered a large amount of gold, jewelry, and antiques, including the dagger of Seth, the god of death.

"Find it, and bring it to me."

Luke commanded.

The originally ambitious and arrogant Egyptian princess has been "trained" by him to be honest.

It didn't take long for the dagger of Seth to be brought back from the monastery.

It is made of black spar, with a slender shape and a cold hand.

"Where's the ruby?"

Luke turned to look at Dr. Henry, who hurriedly handed over a box.

He knew that the Hiromi Department was destined to be unable to resist Superman and S.H.I.E.L.D., so he simply changed his thinking and actively cooperated to make a good impression.

The proposal of the "Magic Congress" is very exciting.

A vast agency responsible for governing dark creatures, the underworld.

If you can join it, maybe the Hakumi Department won't have to worry about how to deal with those "monsters" anymore.

They will also have a deeper understanding of the dark world shrouded in mystery.

"Do you need any spells for the ritual?"

Luke embedded the ruby in the top of the dagger, and he sensed a dark force wrapped around it, like some kind of pact key bond.

Trying to retract her fiery gaze, Ammanette shook her head and said, "As long as you pierce the flesh and blood, you can make the 'container' connect with the god of death and complete the ritual." ”

Luke thought about it for a moment, and in front of everyone, stabbed the dagger in the chest.

Click!

A dagger like a black hedron with a few cracks.

There is no broken defense!

"Uh......"

Luke was a little embarrassed.

This dagger is only a medium for rituals.

In terms of sharpness, it is not much stronger than a fruit knife in the kitchen.

"I'll try again."

Luke's movements became cautious.

He feared that if he failed again, the dagger might be scrapped.

By activating the power left behind by Seth, the god of death, the physical defense is minimized.

The dagger finally opened a small opening, and the moment it touched the blood, the ruby set on the top burst into light.

The surging and icy dark energy was like a flood breaking through a levee and pouring into Luke's flesh and blood.

A pitch-black shadow seemed to pass through the gate of the material realm, forcibly squeezing into his body, letting out a roar of excitement.

The hieroglyphs imprinted on Ammanette's face gradually appeared on Luke's face.

Intense dark power surged out like a fountain and lingered around the body.

"I! Descend on the earth! ”

Before this slogan, which was full of the atmosphere of middle school, was shouted out, it was swallowed back by Luke.

"I'm sorry, but the ownership of the body is still mine."

Superman shook his head and said.

"And the authority of your death must be mine."