American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

When Steven woke up again, he was already in a warm car seat.

It was a car.

The sound of the engine was so pleasant, and the smell of gasoline wafting in the air brought a delightful sensation. The driver, a man wearing a leather cap, saw his movement through the rearview mirror and greeted him.

"Awake?"

"Thank you."

After saying thank you, Steven looked at the remaining two people.

A man with thinning hair was sitting in the passenger seat. He nodded slightly and handed back a bottle of mineral water.

Natasha took it, unscrewed the cap, and fed Steven a sip.

After that sip, Steven immediately began to gulp it down. His throat was terribly dry, and he quickly emptied the entire bottle.

"Thank you."

He thanked them again.

Natasha didn't speak, leaving the questioning to Coulson.

"You're welcome, sir. Did you encounter any difficulties? Lying in that place?"

His voice was calm and strong, and Coulson tried to probe his background.

"I... I got separated from my team. Could you arrange for me to go to a nearby city?"

Steven didn't want to face Arthur and his group again, so telling a lie to leave Egypt was the wisest thing to do.

But his hesitation and subtle changes in expression had already revealed his lie to Coulson and Natasha.

The two exchanged a silent glance, and Coulson continued to probe.

"Sir, I'm afraid that won't work. We're heading to the legendary city of Hamunaptra. If you want to go to a city, you have to go back!"

As expected... Hearing Coulson's words, Steven's face turned ugly.

After going around in circles, he still had to go back?

Wouldn't that mean he would run into Arthur and his group again!

This instantly made him feel bad, and what was even worse was that as soon as he heard the words Hamunaptra, his head throbbed, and the scene in front of him flashed wildly.

Then, maybe it was a minute, maybe it was five minutes.

When he woke up again, an arm was already pressing him firmly to the ground.

"What am I doing......"

His eyes were confused, and the corner of his mouth tasted of blood. Steven was about to struggle when a cold object was pressed against the back of his head.

His body stiffened, and Steven obediently lay still. He knew that it was... a gun!

[Emotional value from Steven Grant + 1699]

[Emotional value from Marc Spector + 1677]

[Emotional value from Moon God Khonshu + 3000]

[Steven, every time I see you, I'm amused by your stupidity!]

At some point, Moon God Khonshu had inexplicably stood aside. He mocked him as usual, but Steven couldn't care less about him because the man behind him was speaking.

"Who exactly are you? Speak!"

The person holding the gun had a deep voice. Even if he couldn't see him, Steven could feel a pair of sharp eyes fixed on him, scrutinizing him as if trying to uncover his secrets.

"Wait, don't shoot! My name is Steven Grant, this is a misunderstanding, there's another personality inside me......"

Steven explained loudly, not wanting to die for no reason.

He babbled amidst Khonshu's scolding, explaining his situation, introducing his other personality Marc Spector, and even telling about his encounter with Arthur and his group.

"You mean, you're a patient with a dissociative identity disorder?"

This time it was a clear, cold female voice that asked.

"Uh, Miss, although I would actually prefer to call it dissociative disorder, but... yes, I'm sick!"

It was extremely shameful to admit that he was sick in public, but there was no way around it. Steven didn't want to die here because of a misunderstanding.

"A significant number of criminals caught by the police after committing crimes will clamor that they have a history of mental illness, begging for forgiveness from the jury and the judge.

They will even bribe mental hospitals to prepare documents in advance......"

This time the response came from another person, judging by the voice, the man with thinning hair.

"I don't believe his story, a mental patient?" The gun was still pressed against the back of his head, and the man holding the gun questioned.

"Although he does seem a bit different from just now, I'm sure this is an extremely dangerous guy!"

"So, I think we need to talk......"

Wiping the swelling on his left cheek, Coulson walked over and signaled Yan Shuangying to release Steven. He squatted beside Steven, looking down at his eyes. The swelling on his face made his smile seem a little unnatural.

"Mr. Steven, we are very interested in the Arthur Harrow you mentioned, especially the matter of him searching for the tomb of Ammit......"

Steven: "......"

......

Hamunaptra.

Bang!

The explosion of gunpowder blasted a hole in the ground, and a dark passage appeared in front of everyone.

The golden-blue scarab flew up and pointed to the position under his feet. Arthur Harrow's face lit up, confirming the final location of Ammit's tomb.

"Go, let's go in and take a look!"

Leading his followers with torches, they闖entered. They walked through a narrow corridor, and the murals and statues on the left and right were full of the atmosphere of Egyptian mythology.

The temperature here was abnormally low. Their shoes stepped on the ground, which was damp and somewhat soft. The air was filled with the stench of rotting corpses, and occasionally some black shadows would flash past the corner of their eyes, bringing ominousness.

Tap tap tap......

The torches illuminated the road ahead. Arthur Harrow and his group were numerous and powerful. They silently held firearms and moved forward in the silent tomb.

It wasn't until a scream shattered the silence that everyone instantly panicked.

"Ah ah ah ah!!"

A follower grabbed his neck and fell to the ground. He screamed and wailed. The wailing was like a cold wind blowing across everyone's faces, bringing panic.

The flickering torchlight shone on the wailing follower. His flesh was bulging, as if something was quickly moving around inside. That thing quickly came to his face......

Bang!

With a shot, Arthur ended his pain.

"Everyone be careful, these are Egyptian scarabs that can burrow into the human body and devour flesh and blood!"

Pale-faced, the followers huddled together tightly, repeatedly saying yes.

So, they used torches to drive away the surrounding insects and carefully moved forward.

In a tomb chamber, they found a black coffin. Someone found a cabinet nearby and pulled out a black scripture from it. There were also some jars around the coffin, which were also found.

Arthur took the scripture and recognized the words on the cover.

"The Book of the Dead?"

He opened the scripture and couldn't help but read a passage from it.

"#% @ # ￥ ......"

At that moment, a gust of yin wind suddenly swept through the tomb chamber.

He frowned and turned around to speak, only to find that several followers who had opened the black coffin had been splashed with some inexplicable liquid sprayed from the coffin and died on the spot without even screaming.

"Damn it, it's a trap!"

"Fuck, they're dead!"

"Tutu, Fanqi, Hami!!"

"......"

The remaining followers were shocked and retreated in a hurry.

"Shit!"

Cursing, Arthur retreated two steps. The golden-blue scarab floated out of his hand and pointed in the direction of the coffin.

Confirmed... Ammit's avatar was in the coffin!

His eyes were burning, but considering that three followers had just died, Arthur chanted a spell and used the power of his crutch to summon a jackal from the ground.

He ordered the jackal to open the coffin and throw the mummy inside on the ground.

Looking at Ammit's avatar rolling out of the mummy's mouth, Arthur smiled.

Then.

The mummy patted its body and stood up from the ground, smiling at his face... smiling very terrifyingly.

[Emotional value from Arthur Harrow + 1699]

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