Chapter 189 The Mummy War. (Already Edited)

Allen didn't stop the attack in his hands, and all the petrification, fragmentation and other spells attacked Tutankhamun head-on and face-to-face. Tutankhamun pointed at a stone cat next to the golden coffin with Ron's wand, and the stone cat with green gemstone eyes jumped up high, blocking Tutankhamun's body, and swallowed it. Allen cursed one after another.

"Kill them all!" Tutankhamun let out an evil laugh, "They—can't get out of this place alive!"

The stone cat jumped towards Alan and the others quickly, its green gemstone eyes gave off a faint cold light, it raised its sharp claws, and slashed towards Alan's throat, Alan shook his head slightly, trying to avoid the stone cat's claws.

However, he felt the stone cat's ancient fingers graze the back of his neck—cold fingers, hard. Allen knew he would never forget this feeling. There was a stabbing pain in his neck.

The wand in Allen's hand silently touched the stone cat's abdomen. Under the effect of the close-range spell, the stone cat exploded, and the fragments fell to the ground.

Tutankhamun's expression became very angry, he raised his wand and began to chant a spell, as if he wanted to cast some powerful magic.

"Run—quick!" Nancy screamed, and she gave Alan a hard push so that Alan could see where she was pointing—a hidden doorway.

Nancy sobbed softly while running, and Ron ran wildly, and everything in the tomb became blurred before his eyes. Allen deliberately walked behind them, hoping to use the Iron Armor Curse and the Ten Thousand Curse to finally resist the spell cast by Tutankhamun's long-term chanting.

Finally, the magic light from Tutankhamun intertwined around Allen, his heart was pounding, and Merlin blessed, the three of them ran into the doorway smoothly, and Ron closed the door.

"Great, this guy's casting speed is too slow!" Ron leaned against the door panting.

"What the hell! Look!" Nancy's trembling voice was full of fear.

Allen's wand glowed faintly, and the light illuminated a hand.

A human hand.

Above that hand was an arm that hung rigidly from an upright figure.

It was a mummy, Allen recognized it. It stands against the front wall.

The eyeless, mouthless, linen-tie face seemed to be watching Allen nervously, as if waiting for him to strike first.

Allen shot the space outside the faceless and speechless mummy back and forth with his wand.

"Ah!" Nancy cried out in a low voice when Allen's wand illuminated an astonishing scene in the room.

Dark, linen-rope mummies surrounded the three of them.

This room is full of mummies!

Under the dim fluorescent light, their shadows seemed to be pressing towards the three of them.

Nancy backed away tremblingly, and retreated behind Allen.

Allen looked at these mummies carefully. Their arms, torsos, and legs were all tied with flax rope, and they moved in unison, standing stiffly.

A row of mummified coffins stood on one wall. The lids were open. The coffins had rotted, and some white maggots and wood chips were wriggling among them.

"They won't be resurrected too, will they?" Ron swallowed.

"If you don't wear a mask, the one outside won't come back to life! Here, who knows?" Nancy yelled, breaking down.

In the deep darkness, the faces of the mummies without facial features silently watched the quarreling three people. Everything in this room—the walls, the ceiling, and the darkness seemed to be approaching the three people, and the mummies seemed to be moving towards them. .

"Huh?"

Alan took one step back, another step, realizing that he was gripping his wand so tightly that it hurt.

The fluorescent light from the wand illuminated the faceless mummies, and their positions seemed, really moved forward! Allen took another step back, staring at the aggressive mummies. Panic was like a huge wave, sweeping towards the three of them one after another,

drown them all. Nancy and Ron couldn't believe their eyes and stared straight ahead.

A mummy leaning against the wall seemed to be leaning forward slightly. The linen rope that bound them fell off their bodies. They moved their arms, necks, and ankles... making a creaking sound, and the three of them stared dumbfounded. In this room that suddenly came alive, the mummies came alive with a creaking sound!

The air was filled with the rotten smell of old earth, and in the dim light, one mummy after another raised arms above their faceless heads in slow and painful movements.

The mummies staggered forward, stiffly.

"What should we do?" Ron asked Allen in horror, his eyes wide open.

"What else can I do?" Allen opened the door, jumped out and cast an armor in front of him. A purple light hit Allen's newly created magic shield and sparked some magical sparks. A huge force knocked Allen between the mummies.

The purple light was deflected by the Iron Armor Curse, and the light emanated from Allen, but hit these stiff mummies scatteredly. The mummies shuffled out of the door step by step in unison, approaching Tutankhamun.

Tutankhamun yelled in a strange language, and Allen understood what he said: "Stupid slaves, go and kill those three!"

But the mummies were unmoved, and still moved closer to Tutankhamun and surrounded him. Tutankhamun roared angrily, and pointed the scepter in his hand at the mummy leaning in the front row, and the purple light hit him. Flames burst into their chests and quickly spread to their arms and legs, but the rest of the mummies remained unmoved, neither slowing down nor responding to the flames that were rapidly engulfing their companions. reaction.

Tutankhamun opened his mouth wide in horror, mumbled a long series of words in that mysterious language, and then tried to escape. But it was too late.

The burning mummies rushed at him, grabbed him by the throat, and threw Tutankhamun down. The mummies piled on top of Tutankhamun, all of them burning with purple flames. .

"The wand is flying!" Allen seized the opportunity to help Ron get the wand back and returned it to him.

At this time, Tutankhamun let out a piercing scream.

"Will they die together?" Ron looked forward to it.

"Why would they help us?" Nancy asked puzzled.

"I don't know either." Allen shook his head, watching the development of the situation.

In fact, Allen probably guessed the reason. The curse issued by Tutankhamun is likely to be a control and enslavement spell.

The curse hit Allen, and was rebounded by the Iron Armor Curse, hitting the mummies.

That's why the mummies turned against the water and attacked Tutankhamun in order to fulfill Allen's wish.

It's just that it's too complicated to explain to Ron and Nancy, it's better to say that I don't know.

The purple flames were gradually extinguished, and a humanoid creature was struggling to get up amidst a thick pile of ashes.