Chapter 1022
Imhotep's Magic
They were even prepared to surrender, because the gap between them was simply too great, so great that it was despair-inducing.
If it were just a matter of one having more guns and the other having fewer, Yan Xishan certainly wouldn't have had this idea.
However, if one side is an army with nascent technology and the other side is an immortal terracotta army from a fantasy world, then there is absolutely no chance of victory.
Even if he wanted to fight, his men wouldn't listen.
Because no one would intentionally seek death.
this is the truth.
However, in the following years, with the disappearance of the Dragon Emperor and the undead legion guarding the border.
Those who had been keeping their heads down and hands tucked in gradually began to have new ideas.
They have no shortage of people or weapons, compared to the Dragon Emperor and the Undying Legion.
The only thing missing is extraordinary power.
The Dragon Emperor and his many generals are immortal, and most of the officials are Qi cultivators.
In comparison, while their weapons could make up for some of the gap, they still lacked the most crucial element.
This is also one of the main reasons why Yan Xishan could tolerate a 30/70 split when he cooperated with Jonathan.
After all, this person's personal experience is indeed quite rare.
It's another mummy from three thousand years ago, another reincarnation, and then there's the Scorpion King and the Golden Mask.
This person's experiences and stories are all incredibly bizarre.
In addition, his storytelling ability certainly impressed this ambitious man.
And Jonathan lived up to expectations, actually unearthing an ancient tomb that hid extraordinary power, guided by the map.
Putting aside other things.
Just by looking at it floating in the air, anyone with a brain would know it's something special.
Not to mention that this person also brought out those unbelievable things from it.
This is what made Jonathan a VIP guest of the warlord.
Chief of the Military Governor's Office.
It was noon.
Everyone in Taiyuan, a city of moderate size, knows one thing.
That is, the immortal who appeared early was invited to the mansion of Yan Xishan, the King of Shanxi.
As the crowd discussed the incident, an unexpected event occurred without warning.
As Yan Xishan's undisputed stronghold, it was accompanied by a loud bang.
In an instant, they were enveloped and covered by a mushroom cloud that rose up. Some sharp-eyed people only felt a flash of white light in front of them before they covered their eyes and cried out in pain.
As the opening ceremony of the explosion, the rising flashes and mushroom clouds were just the first step.
The heavily guarded courtyard and towering, imposing walls instantly vaporized into countless fragments, which were then propelled by the terrifying shockwave and crushed into the surrounding area.
Before the local people could even react,
The shockwave from the explosion was blocked by a thick layer of sand that rose from the ground.
The immense force turned underground, and with a series of muffled booms, exaggerated cracks ripped through the city.
When the cute, mushroom-like smoke disappeared.
The talent pool in Taiyuan has finally seen what really happened.
The once magnificent building has vanished without a trace.
All that remained were layers of soil dug deep and a clearly defined ring of sand and gravel.
Outside the circle are streets with blue bricks and green tiles.
The area inside was covered in dust and debris.
As the curious onlookers drew closer, the number of people grew larger and larger.
Amidst the noise, the discussions grew increasingly heated.
"My God, the King of Shanxi, gone just like that?"
"It must be a deity, a deity who intervened."
"Could this be His Majesty's doing? I've heard..."
"Seeing is believing, hearing is deceiving."
"Let's just live a peaceful life."
“My teacher said long ago that His Majesty is just too busy to deal with these foolish warlords. If he were free, he could wipe them out with a flick of his wrist.”
10,000 meters in the air.
Li Xiao, covered in dust, looked at the pitiful Buddha head in his hand and couldn't help but spit out two mouthfuls of dust.
"Damn it, we've gotten ourselves caught in the trap they prepared for the Dragon Emperor."
"Jonathan, do you regret it now? Otherwise, if I had tied the Green Goblin skateboard to you beforehand, would you have been able to escape?"
"Imhotep is immortal, and I am indestructible. In other words, the only person Yan Xishan wanted to kill in the end was you."
"I'm just wondering, it's one thing for the Yellow Turban Warriors to want to kill you, since some ancient tombs do have that kind of setting, but why would the Buddha statue also want to kill you?"
Are you sure you don't know anything?
"Are you really innocent?"
Jonathan, who was so frightened that he felt dizzy and had tinnitus, didn't know whether he was really stupid or pretending.
He did not respond at all to Li Xiao's questioning.
He just kept shivering.
Even if Li Xiao still had questions, seeing this scene meant he could only ask them another day.
Moreover, the most important thing now is to have Yan Xishan's men find out the distribution channels of the Buddha statue fragments.
As the aftershocks of the explosion subsided, Imhotep, which had turned into dust, solidified and came to Li Xiao's side.
Imhotep looked at the other young man Li Xiao was carrying and couldn't help but ask:
Why did you save this kid?
Li Xiao said directly, "A small military governor's mansion does not represent the entire Shanxi province."
"Rather than being leaderless, it's better to give them a chance. Besides, even if we get the Buddha head, it doesn't mean that Shanxi won't have other parts."
"And most importantly, those sales records—only they know who the buyers are."
After explaining, Li Xiao said to the figure in his hand:
"Stop pretending, I know you're not unconscious."
Even a fool would have realized that the Yan Xishan just now wasn't your father, but rather someone possessed by this Buddha statue.
"We rescued you so that we could use your identity to help us find the other parts of the Buddha statue."
"If you have anything to say, say it now while we're in a good mood after finding the Buddha's head."
The man who had been hanging his head knew that his methods couldn't be hidden from these two deities.
After I looked up, a series of questions flashed through my mind, eventually settling into a single sentence.
"Do the two immortals possess the means to resurrect others?"
Li Xiao and Imhotep exchanged a glance.
"Have."
“Not only do we have it, but the Dragon Emperor can do it too.”
Upon seeing this, Yan Xishan's son ceased his struggle.
“Alright, in that case, I am willing to step forward and take over my father’s remains to help you find the rest of the Buddha statue.”
"But those buyers you mentioned, everyone who knew them is already dead."
"Most of the people who aren't here are marginalized figures; I can only do my best to investigate."
Upon hearing this, Li Xiao frowned, then looked at Imhotep and spoke inexplicably.
"Are you sure you can do it?"
Imhotep, dressed in a black robe, paused for a moment before realizing what he meant and looked at Li Xiao with a strange expression.
He snorted and retorted:
Are you questioning my expertise?
The three landed.
Li Xiao pulled the young man next to her to stand back a bit.
Then Imhotep opened the black-covered metal book in his hand.
He slowly turned to a certain page and gently covered it with his hand.
At the same time, an awkward tone rang out from the high priest's mouth.
As the rhythm of the undulating waves changed, wisps of blue energy, visible to the naked eye, emanated from the flattened underground.
Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind blew in.
A huge dark cloud suddenly appeared in the originally bright sunshine sky, and coincidentally, it covered half of the city.
next moment.
A phantom gate made of blue light appeared in front of Imhotep and then quickly solidified.
Li Xiao looked at the gate, which was several times taller than the cross-sea bridge back then, and asked:
"Is this the gate to the underworld from back then?"
Imhotep stopped chanting and nodded, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "If the Book of the Dead had been in my possession back then, I wouldn't have been in such a sorry state on the bridge." "Sigh!"
After saying that, Imhotep transformed into a swirling sandstorm and crashed into the gates of the underworld.
The metal door, carved with feathers and a platform scale, swung open instantly.
Several tens of seconds later.
Blue dots of light shot out from the gates of the underworld and landed around the ruins.
When Li Xiao looked over, the blue light spot had already transformed into a phantom human shape.
Li Xiao always felt that the ghosts summoned by Imhotep were different from those in Uncle Zombie.
He had just looked towards the gates of the underworld, only to find that it wasn't the netherworld he had imagined.
But none of that matters.
Let Chu Xuan handle the research on the essence of the cycle of reincarnation; he doesn't have the brains or the experience for it.
After hundreds of lights and shadows appeared, Imhotep also emerged from the gates of the underworld.
"That's it, let's hurry up."
Li Xiao nodded and then pulled the dumbfounded young people one by one to begin identifying them.
Finally, they found three people who knew important information, and sent the rest back to Imhotep.
After the yellow sand mixed with ashes and some ceramic shards coalesced to form three bodies.
Imhotep then put away the Book of the Dead.
"This is a body I temporarily created using my abilities; it can only last for a month."
Li Xiao nodded: "One month is enough."
After saying this, the man looked at Imhotep with a strange sense of emotion.
Because it turns out that Imhotep really wasn't a warrior.
This person is more like a scientist, similar to Xiao Honglu.
It was truly remarkable that this ancient scientist was forced by the plot to fight head-on with the Zhongzhou team several times.
Li Xiao looked at the young man beside him: "Are those three enough?"
The person, who was already dumbfounded, quickly nodded, but there was one question they couldn't help but ask:
"Enough, enough, but since you have such means, why don't you just revive my father?"
"He definitely knows more details."
Before Li Xiao could speak, Imhotep said:
“I have already searched inside the gates of the underworld, but there is no trace of Yan Xishan’s soul.”
After saying that, Imhotep looked at Li Xiao and said, "I suspect that people who have been possessed by Buddha statues are the same as those who were killed by those Yellow Turban warriors."
“Their souls were absorbed and transformed into some kind of power.”
Li Xiao nodded to indicate that he understood.
Then the young man next to him felt a sharp pain in his neck and fainted.
That wasn't all. Li Xiao took out a talisman and stuck it on the other person's forehead.
The talisman disappeared, and a mechanical insect crawled inside with it.
Before Imhotep could ask, Li Xiao explained:
"With nanobots and puppet talismans, you can't be too careful with these two methods."
The high priest was speechless for a moment after hearing this.
Since you've already made this plan, why ask them if they're willing beforehand? Was it really necessary?
Li Xiao didn't look at Imhotep, but instead rubbed his scalp and unlocked the gene lock again.
He began speaking quickly:
"Our time is too tight right now, we only have six days."
Moreover, information was severely lacking in this era, making both communication and transportation problematic.
"Finding an inconspicuous Buddha statue component that can even be integrated with an ordinary person is like finding a needle in a haystack."
“Sometimes relying on the ignorance of these local forces is one way to go.”
Imhotep didn't understand what it meant at first, but he understood after the next move.
Then half a day.
Shanxi has undergone a transformation no less significant than an earthquake.
Yan Xishan and all his close associates died.
His son, Yan Zhikuan, whose body had been plagued by illness for a long time, suddenly recovered without any medicine and, with the help of two immortals, regained control of the remaining troops.
He then sought refuge with the governor of Shanxi and declared his submission to the imperial court, almost without any delay.
The governor of Shanxi then issued an edict in the name of the imperial court.
The search for the remaining parts of a stone Buddha statue will grant the finder an audience with an immortal and the means to cultivate immortality.
In just one day, Li Xiao and Imhotep had done everything they could.
That is, on the same day.
With their formidable strength as a backdrop, Saito Hajime, Chen Zilong, and Cheng Xiao all displayed abilities and strengths that surpassed those of this era.
Everything was suppressed by absolute force.
No matter how sinister the intentions, they are all exposed under the combination of Moss and the AI.
Then, with the help of nanobots and puppet runes, warlords in various places began large-scale upheavals.
Similar instructions and messages were spreading at an alarming rate from warlords or within the official system.
As information becomes more and more widespread, various miracles have also appeared in different places at the same time.
The dead can be brought back to life, the dead can be resurrected, illnesses can heal themselves, limbs can regenerate, and so on...
Whether in cities, counties, towns, or even villages.
Rumors about deities have intensified.
Xi'an, Shanxi.
As the ancient capital of thirteen dynasties, it naturally became the seat of the Shanxi prefect.
Li Xiao patted the slug beside him, having just hung up the communicator.
Then, from a distance, we heard Jonathan's howl.
Li Xiao glanced at the time and his expression immediately changed.
A figure shot out after a flash of electricity beneath their feet.
Before anyone could see it, Imhotep's voice rang out from afar:
"Li Xiao, the Yellow Turban Warrior!"
Actually, there was no need for a reminder; Li Xiao had already guessed it when he saw the time.
The time was actually earlier than expected, more than an hour earlier than Moss had predicted.
Looking around, one could see five Yellow Turban warriors, only their upper bodies, standing on the ruins.
However, these five sizes are more than a full size larger than the last one.
Compared to the situation in Shanghai, it's already half a size bigger.
It was obvious, just as Imhotep had said, that these monsters had become stronger.
Moreover, there were two in Shanghai, three when the right hand of the Buddha statue was obtained, and four when the head of the Buddha statue was obtained.
Now, the ninth time has finally arrived, and the number has reached five as desired.
The moment Li Xiao saw the five Yellow Turban Warriors, he activated his gene lock.
The next second, the nearest Yellow Turban Warrior leaped at Jonathan, who was wailing in pain.
A giant, solidifying hand appeared above Jonathan's head.
One can imagine that if this palm strike landed squarely, even with the protective jade pendant that Li Xiao had given him beforehand, it would have been a disaster.
The jolting sensation from the light vibrations could have killed him half to death.
Jonathan looked up, on the verge of tears, because even if he wanted to run, he couldn't break free from the restraints in front and behind him.
Fortunately, just as Jonathan felt the pain in his cheek, he heard a soft buzzing sound.
Then a bronze flying sword was seen tearing through space and arriving.
But before Jonathan could even breathe a sigh of relief, he realized something was wrong.
Because the sword wasn't aimed at the Yellow Turban Warrior, but at him who was trapped in place.
To Jonathan's astonishment, the bronze flying sword sped faster and faster, finally striking him in the chest.
"Do not!!!"
Amid screams, the electromagnetic shield appeared instantly due to the attack.
Before Jonathan could finish his cry as he was being propelled into the air, the Green Goblin skateboard was suddenly activated, and the next moment...
Two beams of light blue energy shot out.
Almost instantly, Jonathan's figure disappeared into the horizon.
Li Xiao and Imhotep stopped where they were, watching the blurry shadows streak across the horizon.
"Alas!"
"Is this speed faster than last time?"
Imhotep nodded: "I think it might be the priestly tattoos I inscribed that are working." (End of Chapter)