Bzzzz—
The engine roared as the black off-road vehicle kicked up clouds of smoke, tearing in a straight line across the endless desert like it had gone mad.
"Hamunaptra is said to be the burial ground of the pharaohs through the ages. It holds a vast number of rare treasures, drawing an endless stream of people there to dig for gold, but very few ever make it back alive. Because it's so mysterious, it's also known as the 'City of the Dead.'"
"Only... do the gods of Egypt truly exist?"
In the front passenger seat, Coulson frowned tightly and muttered to himself.
[Of course we exist, human!]
Squatting on the hood of the car, the moon god Khonshu shifted and looked back, mocking Coulson.
Naturally, Coulson could not see him. He looked out at the scenery beyond the window, feeling deeply unsettled.
It was not just him. No one in the car felt like talking. The closer they got to Hamunaptra, the stronger the unease in their hearts became, as if some utterly evil existence were slumbering there.
Time flew by, and twenty minutes later, they arrived at Hamunaptra.
Quite a few unmanned vehicles were parked in the open space outside. Near the cave entrance ahead, there were many footprints left behind. Someone must have gone in.
"Yan Shuangying, Steven, you two can stay here and watch the vehicles. Natasha and I will go in."
After a brief pause in thought, Coulson had made his plan. But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the ground suddenly shaking.
Rustle, rustle, rustle.
The gravel jumped uneasily on the ground, and some strange sound of beating wings seemed to come from the depths of hell.
The ions in the air screamed as they fled into the distance, passing