American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Nameless?

Imhotep's eyes flickered slightly. This name didn't sound like something a normal person would choose.

But it didn't matter. Having devoured a god, he feared no one!

He cracked a wide grin, his large teeth interlocked in his mouth. Immense divine power surged into the earth beneath him, instantly causing the sand within a kilometer radius to rise up.

Rumble—!

Amidst the earth-shattering roar, the yellow sand surged and billowed like waves, soaring upwards into the sky, transforming into a giant human face that let out a silent roar.

At that moment, the giant face confronted the countless sword shadows in the sky.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

"Gulp!"

The atmosphere was extremely tense. Whether it was Dong Country, the United States, or the Russian, they were all intensely focused on this battle.

They had a premonition that this was—the final battlefield!

The heavy atmosphere made even the air seem thin, requiring all their strength to take a breath.

"Ha... ha..."

Hands on his knees, Coulson gasped for air. Suddenly, his eyes twitched as he saw a private plane in the distance, flying recklessly towards the battlefield.

Smack!

"How foolish! Where did this plane come from?"

Cursing, the Russian Emperor slammed down his wine glass and grabbed the remaining vodka on the table, taking a large gulp.

An officer whispered a few words to his subordinate, who immediately replied.

"Your Majesty, the other party should be a wealthy individual fleeing from Cairo. Currently, the entire Egypt, including the entire Arabian region, is experiencing terrifying plagues of the Ten Plagues..."

"Then why would he choose this direction? Didn't he receive the Egyptian government's notice?"

"..."

Faced with the Emperor's question, the officers looked at each other, unable to answer.

Honestly, the answer to this question might only be known by the wealthy man on that plane.

But the wealthy man on the plane could no longer answer, because the private plane had been hijacked.

Two terrorists, one holding the passengers inside the cabin hostage, the other forcing the pilot to fly in this direction.

These foolish terrorists didn't have time to pay attention to Egypt's announcements.

Perhaps because of the sandstorm, or perhaps because they were blinded by money and greed, when they saw Imhotep's massive form through the cabin windows, every cell in their bodies jolted.

"Oh my god, a monster!"

"What is that thing?"

"Ahhhhh!"

"..."

The quiet cabin instantly erupted into chaos, terrorists and passengers screaming in unison.

"Oh?"

The giant crocodile head turned, and the unexpected intrusion gave Imhotep a good idea.

The giant face in the air grinned mockingly, opening its mouth to bite towards the plane.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The giant face blocked the view ahead, and the pilot frantically tried to change direction, but as the giant face rapidly approached, despair grew in his heart.

"Hmph!"

Accompanied by a cold snort, a wisp of sword light flashed past the giant face, easily slicing it in half.

The plane safely passed through the giant face. The terrorist in the cockpit ignored the knife stuck in his butt from the chaos and slapped the pilot's face, trying to get him to change direction.

But he was shocked to find that the pilot had actually fainted.

"F*ck!!"

"Hmph, you think it's that simple?"

The face that had split in two began to change, rapidly merging together and transforming into a yellow sandstorm, rushing towards the plane with a crackling sound.

It was easy to imagine what would happen to the plane if it was hit by this sandstorm.

Buzz—

The JJ20 fighter jet quickly approached the plane. Nameless's Fifth Form of Unnamed Swordsmanship, [Hidden Name], was unleashed in an instant.

Invisible sword energy formed a sword formation halo, interwoven on the surface of the plane. The tidal wave of sandstorm crashed against the sword formation, and was completely blocked, creating flashes of sword light.

"Amazing..."

Craig, commander of the US 6th Fleet in the Mediterranean, watched with a shocked expression, subconsciously slapping the table.

"Good!"

The Russian Emperor in St. Petersburg praised him, suddenly becoming interested in Nameless and ordering his subordinates to urgently investigate his identity.

Coulson and the others were even more excited. Even Yan Shuangying, who was usually serious, relaxed, but his expression changed the next second.

Bang!

For some reason, the plane's right wing suddenly burst into sparks, accompanied by a piercing alarm, and the private plane staggered and suddenly malfunctioned.

This was deadly. Whether the plane disintegrated in the air or crashed to the ground, even if they were lucky enough to survive, they would be crushed to pieces by Imhotep.

No matter how you looked at it, this was a dead end!

"Hahahaha... Nameless, even the heavens are helping me!"

Seizing the opportunity, Imhotep laughed wildly, and the sweeping sand transformed into a giant crocodile's mouth, biting fiercely at the distressed plane.

The meaning he revealed was simple: you want to save them? Then I just won't let you!

"Hmph, evil demon!"

A burst of sword light erupted from the crocodile's mouth, and thousands of sword shadows pierced it.

"Haha... useless, these swords are not as useful as missiles!"

Imhotep mocked, only to be hit in the face by two missiles the next moment.

Boom! Boom!

Giving a thumbs up, the JJ20 fighter pilot saluted Nameless.

Nameless bowed his head to thank the pilot, lightly tapping his toes and pulling out a phantom image in the air, pointing his finger at the crocodile's mouth.

Unnamed Swordsmanship Seventh Form—[Insignificant Name]!

This was the very sword move that broke Sword Saint's Sword Twenty-Two in the original work. The flying crocodile head was pierced by sword energy and immediately disintegrated with a loud bang.

But the divine power contained within was too vast, and even Nameless could not completely dissolve it. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his body flipped backwards, and he instantly stepped onto the distressed private plane.

Step.

With a stomp, the tilted plane instantly regained its balance.

"Ahhhhh!"

"Mommy, save me!"

"God!"

"I don't want to die yet!"

"..."

The wind blew Nameless's long hair. He heard the screams in the cabin, frowned, and used all his internal strength, using the sword energy of [Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin] to wrap the fuselage, temporarily holding up the distressed plane.

But this undoubtedly aggravated his internal injuries, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Pfft!"

The JJ20 fighter jet approached with concern. Nameless waved his hand to let it leave quickly. After receiving Nameless's instructions, the pilot flew away from the battlefield, but he fired two more missiles before leaving, blasting them hard on Imhotep's face.

Boom! Boom!

This made Imhotep's mouth taste bitter, and his face looked terrible.

Fortunately, his mouth was tough, and his mocking ability was strong.

He vigorously patted his chest, opened his arms, and taunted loudly.

"Your attacks are nothing great, completely unable to penetrate my defense!"

"Nameless... can you make me bleed?"

His expression was very punchable, even arrogant.

Craig, commander of the US 6th Fleet, nodded in agreement with a serious face.

"Even Tomahawk missiles can't penetrate his defense, so you can imagine how strong his defense is!"

A fierce light flashed in the Russian Emperor's eyes. Although he was very unhappy with Imhotep, even space-based kinetic energy weapons only caused the other party to bleed a little from the nose. Mere sword energy was really... not enough!"