Chapter 422 Confinement
O'Connor reacted quickly, but it was obvious that he had gone too deep into the mummy when he rushed over just now. It was impossible for him to run back immediately.
He had not run 300 meters when he was surrounded by mummies.
Mummies were holding sharp weapons in their hands and kept approaching with low roars.
O'Connor was also a ruthless man. He took out the "Big Pineapple" in his hand: "Hey, come on, ugly monster."
He pulled the trigger directly, and the bullets kept shooting out. The closest wave of mummies was caught off guard and half of their bodies were directly broken.
The bullets kept tilting, and it was difficult for the mummies to resist.
But mummies were still undead creatures after all, and there were a lot of them. Hundreds of mummies showed excellent jumping ability, jumped high, and attacked O'Connor from the air.
O'Connor was unable to react and was thrown to the ground directly. The mummies rushed up and kept attacking.
"Get out of here."
Suddenly, a roar sounded, and a huge figure suddenly appeared in the group of mummies. It was a three-meter-tall tyrant.
O'Connor used the ability of the tyrant suit to turn into a tyrant, and his fists as big as sandbags kept falling on the mummies, breaking out of the encirclement.
"The dead are coming back, dust, turn into their bodies."
Imorton saw O'Connor turned into a monster, sneered and raised rolling yellow sand, and then the wind howled, and the dead returned, and they actually condensed into more mummies.
Although they were not as flexible and powerful as the monk mummies and guard mummies, they were more numerous and rushed towards O'Connor with heavy steps.
O'Connor was really panicked when he saw this scene: "Boss, if you don't save me, I'll really die."
Although he can easily crush the mummies with the tyrant body now, he also knows that his physical strength is greatly consumed.
This mysterious armor obviously requires his physical strength to activate its ability.
This is not surprising. After all, O'Connor is not a cultivator, so the first thing he consumes is naturally physical strength.
Zhang Ziyu looked at O'Connor's embarrassed appearance and knew that it was time to take action.
He gently stroked his hand, and suddenly thousands of Tyrant Mechanical Spirits appeared in front of him.
"Meet my Lord"
The Tyrant Mechanical Spirit is a new mechanical spirit hatched by the Incubator Tyrant some time ago. It has been doing infrastructure in the monster ranch and is now summoned by Zhang Ziyu.
"Go over and kill those mummies."
"Yes, Lord."
"Bang Bang Bang"
At Zhang Ziyu's command, the Mechanical Spirit Tyrant immediately became eager to fight and strode towards the group of mummies.
The number of mummies is indeed more than that of the Mechanical Spirit Tyrant, but when the two armies collided, the Tyrant directly punched the mummies in front of him.
It looked like a giant and a dwarf. With a wave of his hand, the mummies were scattered and turned into yellow sand.
In one encounter, the number of mummies decreased by one third.
The rest still wanted to entangle, but there was no possibility of fighting the Mechanical Spirit Tyrant.
With just a few knives, they wanted to chop down the tyrant with a mechanical body, what a joke?
Seeing his mummy in such a miserable state, Imhotep looked at Zhang Ziyu coldly, his face rising with anger.
"Stranger, you are dead."
He opened his hands, closed his eyes, opened his mouth wide and almost twisted, and made a roaring sound.
The yellow sand was lifted up all over the sky, like a huge wave of hundreds of meters in the desert, rolling towards Zhang Ziyu.
And in this huge wave of yellow sand, there was also Imhotep's terrifying face, looking down at Zhang Ziyu on the sand dunes.
Imhotep's magic power was very strong, at least with such means, he was enough to destroy a city.
"Fourth level of Return to Void, no more than six levels at most, can still be handled."
Zhang Ziyu looked relaxed, and at this time he roughly estimated the strength of Imhotep on the opposite side.
So he stepped forward, spanning a hundred meters in one step, and came directly to the front of the huge wave of yellow sand.
Zhang Ziyu's human body seemed so small in the huge wave of yellow sand that was hundreds of meters long.
"Hahaha, you are asking for trouble, stranger."
Imhotep's huge face turned into yellow sand, laughed wantonly, opened his bloody mouth and bit Zhang Ziyu fiercely.
Soul Monument Burial!
As Zhang Ziyu raised his hand, the black soul monument shot into the sky, directly piercing the huge yellow sand face, leaving a big hole.
Imhotep felt the same, his face twisted, and glared at Zhang Ziyu.
However, Zhang Ziyu just smiled, and his attack was not over yet.
The black soul monument in the sky burst into a shrill ghost cry, and the huge monument body continued to split, and hundreds of black soul monuments appeared in the sky in an instant.
Then the monuments fell like rain, and exploded in the desert with a rumble.
The huge wave of yellow sand was directly blasted away, and endless yellow sand fell to the ground, raising billowing smoke and dust.
Those mummies that were not yet dead were also blasted into powder at this moment, and the undead were swallowed by the Black Soul Monument and became the nourishment of the Black Soul Monument.
Imhotep's face changed drastically, and he wanted to escape, but the Black Soul Monument had already locked him.
He cast a spell suddenly, summoning yellow sand and undead to protect his body.
But the next moment, the Black Soul Monument directly swallowed up his position.
The rumbling sound was endless, and smoke and dust rolled up.
When the soul monument tomb was dispersed, the whole desert was full of potholes, and the black stone monument stood on the desert.
Zhang Ziyu walked over, and the Black Soul Monument continued to dissipate, leaving only a stone monument standing in front of Hamunatta.
He came to the stone monument, and Imhotep was completely crushed under the stone monument, his limbs were shattered, revealing the rotten inside.
Even if Imhotun was resurrected, he was just a monster, naturally different from humans.
"Who are you?"
Imorton wanted to ask reluctantly, but Zhang Ziyu shook his head gently: "Just go to work, why are you asking so many questions?"
"Accommodate"
The ancient vine ring in Zhang Ziyu's hand was activated, and the vines bound Imhotun, and then directly accommodated him in the monster ranch.
Imorton was locked in the No. 15 mimic fence, suppressing his intelligence, and soon began his working life in an environment camouflaged as yellow sand and pyramids.
"Are we dreaming all the time?"
Jonathan swallowed his saliva. Seeing so many earth-shaking scenes in a short time, you can imagine how shocked he was.
"I hope I'm dreaming."
O'Connor had already recovered his human form, he was still sober, and said: "The boss asked us to find the Scorpion King."
Jonathan's face froze, and he suddenly thought that Imhotun was so powerful, so wouldn't the Scorpion King be even more powerful?
"Ahem, Evelyn, you said I should return the gold, is it too late?"
"Jonathan, my things are not so easy to get."
Zhang Ziyu came back with a smile, and Jonathan said angrily: "Sir, you misunderstood."
"Evelyn, you will be responsible for commanding my mechanical spirit to excavate Hamunatta. I want you to find the Black Scripture of the Dead and the Golden Scripture of the Sun."
Evelyn was shocked to hear that Zhang Ziyu was going to find two scriptures, and immediately said excitedly: "Thank you, sir, I will go right away."
Evelyn was very efficient, and with Zhang Ziyu's guidance, she brought the Black Scripture of the Dead and the Golden Scripture of the Sun to Zhang Ziyu in less than half a day.
At the same time, the excavation of Hamunatta was also carried out quickly, and a large amount of gold and books related to monk spells were also sorted out.
The excavation took two days. Two days later, with a large amount of gold and classics, Zhang Ziyu and Evelyn returned to Britain in this world together to prepare for the next plan.