Chapter 190 Scarab Amulet (Modified)

Burnt beyond recognition, Tutankhamun crawled out from the thick ashes, his black joints tightly held the magic wand engraved with black gems, pointed at himself, and let out a short and loud sound. Hoarse voice.

"He's accelerating himself!" Allen exclaimed.

Tutankhamun stumbled towards Allen and the others, stretched out his hand aggressively, and was about to grab Ron's neck.

"Oh, no!" There was a strange moan between Ron's lips, and he backed away desperately, trying to avoid Tutankhamun's fatal blow.

Allen wondered why Tutankhamun didn't use magic? Before he had time to think about it, Allen flew out with a kick, hitting Tutankhamun's chest, and Tutankhamun was kicked out.

But soon, Tutankhamun rushed up at an even faster speed, staring blankly at the three of them with empty eyes, and his chin froze into a terrifying grin unique to skeletons.

He raised his arms stiffly, stretched out his hands, and rushed towards Allen and the others fiercely. When Allen was ready to make another leg, Tutankhamun's arm suddenly became very long, crossing the Alan and Ron, with their tarred hands around Nancy's throat.

Nancy opened her mouth and struggled desperately. Tutankhamun raised his head and grabbed her tightly. Nancy let out a nearly choked cry that stopped abruptly and turned into a dry cough.

Allen turned around and grabbed Tutankhamun's arm, "Let her go!" Allen shouted.

The scorched black skeleton let out a dry panting sound. He grabbed Nancy tightly, pinning her backwards, and she was about to fall to the ground. Nancy closed her eyes in despair, her hands waving helplessly.

"Let go! Let go! Let go!" Ron found a wooden stick from nowhere, and beat Tutankhamun's arm desperately.

Allen knew that strength alone, even if he had been exercising for a long time, was no match for the mummy in front of him. When Ron attracted the attention of the other party, Allen drew out his wand, in order to improve precision and avoid accidentally injuring the two people who were entangled together. , Allen also approached the past before he began to chant the mantra, "Let your strength loose!"

He succeeded, and the sparks from the wand made the mummy let go of her hand involuntarily.

Nancy covered her neck, panting heavily.

Annoyed, Tutankhamun straightened up, grabbed Alan with his backhand, and wanted to throw Alan, who he thought was the greatest threat to him, away from him. The mummy has such amazing power.

The moment he flew out, Allen stretched out his hand, desperately trying to grab something to prevent himself from falling too badly.

The purple light flashed, and Allen grabbed the shroud hidden in Tutankhamun's chest. Tutankhamun was brought to the ground, and the purple amulet he had previously treasured on his chest fell. Come out, ding ding dong dong rolled on the ground a few times.

Allen finally saw the whole picture of the purple amulet: it was a scarab amulet made of crystal clear amethyst.

Tutankhamun tried his best to twist his body, trying to grab the amulet on the ground.

But one hand was faster than his!

It's Allen!

Allen grabbed the purple amulet and made a gesture to drop it.

Tutankhamun was so frightened that he froze on the ground, he was stunned!

Seeing this, Allen seemed to understand what to do.

The sharp fangs of the basilisk appeared in his hand instead of the wand.

Allen swung hard, and the basilisk's fangs penetrated the scarab amulet.

The scarab amulet writhed and struggled in Alan's hands as if it had come to life.

Black smoke billowed from its back.

"No—" Tutankhamun's horrific screams made the walls tremble.

He was writhing in pain on the ground, the twitching frequency of his limbs was exactly the same as the scarab in Allen's hand.

When Tutankhamun rolled near Nancy, Nancy backed away again and again, her eyes widened in horror.

"My life! My life!" Tutankhamun screamed, raising his head in pain,

Staring at the scarab in Allen's hand, he shouted, "It has kept me alive for four thousand years! How dare you... I want to be buried with you... oh, oh..."

The last spell burst out, but it didn't hit anyone. Tutankhamun's voice fell, and his body gradually stopped twitching.

His head, his arms, his whole body were reduced to ashes.

"What did he just do?" Ron's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. "His voice sounded a bit like my dad's imitation of Amos Diggory from the Ministry of Magic's Department of Magical Creatures when he was constipated... "

"He lived and died with this scarab..." Allen raised his hand, and the scarab amulet that had been turned into dust fell on the ground. "Speaking of constipation...scarabs are also called dung beetles..."

"That...that scarab..." Nancy stammered, "is that the mummy?"

Allen nodded. "I think so! Although Tutankhamun predicted that he would be resurrected four thousand years later, he didn't predict his own ending."

Waited for thousands of years, but only survived for a moment after resurrection. For Tutankhamun, this prophecy is a blessing or a curse!

At this moment, the entire tomb shook violently, and there was a loud noise outside the door of the tomb.

Ron ran over and opened the door, and huge stones fell from the sky, blocking the door tightly!

With the thickness of these rocks, it would take a long time to clear a passage.

And now, what they lack the most is time! Nancy and Alan were shaken and bumped into each other, and Alan helped Nancy steadily.

"What's going on here?" Nancy asked in horror. Perhaps the total of the frights she has received in her life is not as much or as frightening as today.

"It's Tutanmenka's last curse! He wants to collapse the catacombs and die with us!" Allen quickly glanced around, looking for a chance to escape.

No apparation allowed here!

When he saw a mural on the wall, Allen's eyes lit up, "Hide in the golden coffin!" he shouted.

"Ah, why?" Nancy thought of the terrifying appearance of the mummy, and she didn't want to go in at all.

"Hurry up, or this place will collapse soon!" Allen urged.

"Listen to Ellen!" said Ron, running forward.

Nancy grabbed Alan's hand, and with Alan's strength, she staggered forward.

The entire catacomb was shaking violently, they couldn't stand still, and almost fell to the ground several times.

Finally, with Alan's help, Ron and Nancy got into the huge golden coffin.

Allen lifted the coffin lid, which was half-covered on the coffin, and darkness enveloped Ron and Nancy.

Looking at the movement, he reckoned that although it was not enough to run out, there seemed to be some room left. Alan was not in a hurry to follow in, but pointed to Tutankhamun's wand, which flew towards Alan whistling, and then The rare treasures in the room are received in their own storage space.

The catacombs shook even more, and they could even hear the screeching of stones rubbing against each other.

Boom! With a loud noise, a boulder fell from the top of the head, hit the ground, and instantly shattered into countless small pieces.

"What are you doing, come in, Alan!" Nancy and Ron in the coffin were anxious.