"Praise you, Allah, for your amazing ascent to you! Thou hast risen, thou hast shone, and thou hast made the heavens roll aside. You are the King of the gods, the Lord of all things, from whom we came, and through whom we were made holy. Thou hast passed the zenith, thy heart rejoices, thy morning and twilight ships are well winded, and before thee Mart exalts her fateful feathers, and the halls of Anu tumble at thy name. Ah, you are the God of Perfection, the God of Eternity, the One God! For thousands of years, you are the fervent source of new life. ……”

"Time rolls up dust under your feet, but you never change, you are the creator of time, you have transcended all time, you have passed through the closed door behind the night, and you have rejoiced in the soul that lies in sorrow. You are yesterday, today, and tomorrow. Praise be to you, Allah, you have awakened life from its slumber, you have risen, you have shone, you have shown your glorious image, thousands of years have passed, we cannot count them all, thousands of years will come, you have illuminated ten thousand years! You are the Lord of Light, the self-generated youth, the first birth of primitive life, the first name of nameless things. Praise be to you, Hidden Ra, praise be to you, Ra, Righteous Master! The greatest god from the secret shrine. You have created the gods, and we salute you in unison, for your mercy, and because you created us. Behold, all beings hail to thee, and the earth bows unto thee, and the exalted skies, and the vast lands, and the deep blue seas. Thou hast subdued the gods of the heavens, and the gods of thy creation have praised thee, and they have rejoiced in the presence of their own fathers. They celebrate you because you have sustained a blue sky and settled the earth. You are the Creator of all life and existence, the Leader of the God of life, health, and strength......"

In the depths of a swamp forest in Louisiana, in the middle of a clearing, a solemn gold and bronze stele full of mottled traces of time is placed here, and the stele is engraved with some ancient words and mysterious pictograms, although damaged and badly discolored, it still has a sense of savage and thickness.

In front of the stele, a book with black gold borders and dense Qiglyph characters on the surface is erected on the ground, giving people an ancient and broad look. A group of men in black robes were kneeling solemnly around them, whispering obscure rituals. The tone is solemn, with a certain primitive charm.

Not far away, dozens of black figures began to float, and none of the black-robed people who knelt down were aware of it.

"Hey, Coulson, did Director Fury call me from the Far East to deal with these ordinary cultists? You have to tell me about this mission" One of the dark shadows made a small voice, although the voice was cold, but there was still a hint of seduction, a hint of charm. It's a woman, a sexy woman. Cool and glamorous, unique, with wavy hair in a flaxen-colored shawl, and eyes as green as water, even in a black agent bodysuit, it still does not hide her beauty, but rather reflects the bumpiness of her figure.

She is one of the ace agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., the famous Black Widow Natasha Normanoff.

And the person called Coulson by Natasha is an eighth-level S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, full name Phil Coulson, the right-hand man of S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury, one of the most powerful and trusted eight, with strong organizational skills and mobility, and is also proficient in firearms and fighting.

I only heard him reply in surprise: "Natasha, didn't the director tell you the specific task?" ”

"That big bald head, just say come to you, and you'll be in charge of all the actions......" Natasha's voice came slowly and helplessly.

“……”

"Well, these are no ordinary cultists, they just ransacked a museum in Cairo not long ago, killed everyone in the museum at the time, including the visitor curator, and took the book that is now on the ground."

"Looting a museum and killing people should be handed over to the local police, isn't it too trivial to send us to deal with this kind of thing." Natasha said.

"Let me finish, Natasha, we have gathered reliable information, that book can be said to be extremely famous in Egypt, the Golden Book of the Sun, which is an ancient and grand collection of poetry in ancient Egypt, a total of twenty-seven articles, including incantations, hymns, lengthy explanations, various ceremonial mantras, divine names, etc., because the original text is hieroglyphics, which has long been lost, and this is said to be the only manuscript in the world. And the Director and I think it's most likely something alien, and the shape of the book is most likely just a disguise. Coulson said solemnly.

But seeing Natasha shrug her shoulders, she said indifferently; "Please, Coulson, this is the first time I've found an alien object, I remember the last time the alien object was just a toy made by a little girl, and the last time it was just a pile of garbage."

"Uh......, this time is different, Natasha, this mission has been set at level five, and it is very likely to be true."

"Okay, okay, I got it."

"Praise the hidden splendour, the God whom my heart loves. He gave his life to all living creatures, to all fat animals. Praise be to Thee, Ura, the possessor of the throne of the earth, the king of Thebes, in his own field, and the shepherd of his natural mother sent him to the four fields of the south. Thou king of a foreign land, prince of a distant land; The ancient sky, the immortal earth, and the lord of all, the cornerstone and pillar of all things......"

……，……

Faced with the unresponsive books and stone tablets, the leader of the black-robed people lost his composure.

He stood up, and an old man, whose clumsy body was full of sorrow, saw him raise his old face and murmur in a low voice, "Why, why has God not answered us, my lord, answer your believers, we have been waiting for a long time...... Don't you really exist......"

Bang!

A bullet pierced the back of the old man's head, splattering blood, and the cultists behind the old man were stunned.

"Boss !!"

"Go, go, go! Fire !!"

The gunshots rang out, and the group of black-robed people also reacted and began to fight back.

Bang bang bang! Ding Ding Ding!

In an instant, the agents brought by Coulson and Natasha had already engaged the cultists, and a barrage of bullets from a variety of firearms was sprayed, and explosions resounded in the swamp.

However, how could the cultists be the opponents of the well-armed and battle-hardened agents, and soon, the agents from S.H.I.E.L.D. ended the battle and retrieved the stele and the book.

Natasha looked at the two items in the special container and said curiously, "Coulson, are you sure where these things come from?" I feel like this trip has been in vain again! ”

Coulson glanced at Natasha and responded, "Let's go back and talk about it, it's over." And while no one was noticing, the text on the stele, which the agents thought was some kind of hieroglyphic script, was actually Egyptian, gave a faint light and disappeared.

Fevintel, the ancient Egyptian court, Bengel, who was sleeping at the moment, slowly opened his eyes.

He's awakened......