Chapter 029: The Undead

This was a spell that could summon the undead, not resurrect them, so Wang Bo was not worried that Imhotep would be resurrected because of it. Of course, Wang Bo was even less worried that he could summon Imhotep himself.

Because Imhotep was not an undead at all, but a vengeful spirit.

He would not heed Wang Bo's summons.

Moreover, Wang Bo was not sure whether he could use magic by loudly reciting the spell in Chinese.

Because he remembered clearly that to use magic, one must use ancient Egyptian.

But the problem was that Wang Bo did not know ancient Egyptian at all; he could only make do with Chinese.

However, Wang Bo held the Book of the Dead and loudly chanted in Chinese. To O'Connell's ears, his voice sounded like a different language.

Evelyn had just stepped out of the tent when she heard Wang Bo chanting. Her heart stirred, and she thought, "He really does know ancient Egyptian, and he speaks it even better than I do."

At that moment, a thunderous sound of horse hooves swept in like a tidal wave. One after another, men in black clothes rode horses, charging into Hamunaptra, killing everyone they saw.

They were descendants of the Pharaoh's guard, who had guarded Hamunaptra for generations.

In their eyes, these outsiders who entered Hamunaptra, dug open tombs, and disturbed the peace of the Pharaohs and ancestors were nothing but a bunch of despicable grave robbers.

So they killed without mercy.

In just a few breaths, one Egyptian after another fell.

These people were locals hired by the Americans. Apart from brute strength, they had no special skills—they could not fight, did not know cold weapons, could not shoot, and did not even have a decent weapon in hand. When they encountered the fierce Pharaoh's guard, they were killed before they could even resist.

The descendants of the Pharaoh's guard showed no mercy to these fellow countrymen.

No matter what their purpose was, coming here meant disturbing the peace of the Pharaoh and ancestors, so the descendants had no reason to show mercy.

Moreover, they were hired here, obviously for money.

Such people are blinded by money; dying is no more than they deserve.

Whoosh...

At the same time, a chill wind blew, lingering around Hamunaptra.

Bang bang bang...

Accompanying the chill wind was the fierce sound of gunfire. The Americans began to fight back. Although they did not care about these Egyptians, they could not just watch them be slaughtered.

If they were all killed, who would help them clear the way in the ancient tomb?

Moreover, once the Egyptians were killed, wouldn't they themselves be in great danger?

So the Americans opened fire, trying to kill all these uninvited guests. The speeding bullets, like the wild laughter of death, took one life after another.

However, the Americans soon realized they had underestimated these people.

The other side also knew how to use guns.

These people rode big horses, drew their pistols, and returned fire. The Americans were beaten into hiding, cowering behind large rocks or stone pillars, not daring to show their heads, for their numbers were far too few.

The bang bang bang of gunfire nearly shook all of Hamunaptra. Hamunaptra, which had been silent for thousands of years, suddenly became a battlefield.

But this was not the first time.

Three years ago, a fierce battle had taken place here, and O'Connell was one of those involved.

But he never expected that three years later, he would once again come to Hamunaptra and encounter war again.

Unlike the Americans, however, O'Connell was a good shot; even hiding behind rocks, he could kill enemies. Though he wasn't a sharpshooter who killed one enemy per bullet,

at least two or three bullets could take down one enemy.

Bang bang bang...

But soon, he faced even fiercer counterattack, a hail of bullets nearly overwhelming him.

If not for a huge rock blocking most of the bullets, the guy would have been riddled like a sieve.

Bullets flew in, striking the ground and rocks, sending up dazzling sparks. Even the battle-hardened O'Connell had to admit his heart was racing.

This was way too intense.

If O'Connell was like this, Jonathan was even worse. The guy was scurrying around in panic, but luckily, most of the gunfire was attracted by O'Connell and the Americans, so he wouldn't die anytime soon.

Although Lara was still a fledgling warrior maiden, her innate adventurous blood and spirit kept her from panicking; instead, she calmed down as quickly as possible.

She climbed onto a building, leaped, tackled a mounted enemy, kneed him in the groin, snatched his pistol, and shot another enemy dead.

Then she rolled on the ground, dodging a few bullets, and hid behind a stone pillar, her heart pounding violently.

At that moment, this novice adventurer began to grow at an astonishing speed.

The adventurous blood flowing through the Croft lineage began to boil. It was only a matter of time before she became the fearless warrior maiden of the story, overcoming all obstacles.

As for Evelyn, when the descendants of the Pharaoh's guards attacked, all her attention was drawn to Wang Bo, because she felt his Ancient Egyptian was more authentic than hers.

So without a second thought, she ran over to ask him, but Wang Bo pulled her down and hid behind a rock.

"You were chanting just now."

"Yes, I was indeed chanting."

"You want to cast a spell." Evelyn's eyes widened. "What spell are you going to cast?"

Bang bang bang...

At that moment, bullets struck the rock above Wang Bo's head, making his heart race.

Though he was a superhuman, his transformation hadn't been long enough.

While he was impervious to cold weapons, he definitely couldn't withstand bullets. If hit, he might die just like an ordinary person.

Otherwise, he would have already swept the field.

Facing Evelyn's question, Wang Bo forced himself to calm down and said, "A spell that can summon the dead to fight for me."

As soon as he spoke, a strong, chill wind suddenly descended from the sky, making everyone unable to open their eyes.

Then, endless wailing rose from the ground, drilling into everyone's ears and hearts.

For a moment, everyone present felt their hair stand on end.

After the chill wind faded, Wang Bo opened his eyes and saw translucent spirits, dressed in clothes of various colors, standing across the land of Hamunaptra, almost covering the entire place.

The spirits of countless who had died on this land over the ages were summoned to the mortal world by Wang Bo's spell.

Seeing this, Wang Bo couldn't help but smile. He turned to Evelyn, whose face was pale, and said, "See, I succeeded!"