Imhotep had actually been quite handsome.
Favored by the god of the dead since childhood, he had become Seti I's high priest before he was thirty, a great man second only to the pharaoh and above all others.
Unfortunately, even heroes could fall prey to a beautiful woman.
Seti I had caught him meeting in secret with Anck-Su-Namun, the pharaoh's favorite concubine. Though the high-spirited Imhotep had escaped, he had lost all his power.
In the end, Pharaoh's Guards had subjected him to the cruel punishment of "Insect Devouring," and his soul had endured a thousand years of torment in the underworld.
Still, everything was over now.
An ancient prophecy had granted him a new life, and his magic had grown even stronger.
With his eyes closed, he could clearly feel the surging power of death flowing through every vein.
This was what it meant to be invincible!
If that foreign wizard dared come after him again, he would show him what true cruelty meant.
"Keep moving!"
Benji followed behind Imhotep, holding a thick hemp rope in his hand.
More than a dozen young men and women were tied to the rope.
They were all chosen sacrifices,
offerings to resurrect the Demon Cult monks who had once followed Imhotep, as well as Anck-Su-Namun!
"Waaah, waaah, waaah."
These young people had spent their whole lives cooped up in a small town. They had never been through anything like this, and couldn't help crying softly. The young, beautiful girls in particular were weeping pitifully.
Benji was a master at throwing his weight around.
After pledging himself completely to Imhotep, he had grabbed plenty of perks for himself. Even the girls hadn't escaped his clutches—he had taken every chance to grope them along the way.
Imhotep turned a blind eye.
They were all