"Nice work, Miss Natasha!"
Steven's face lit up, and he was about to go help her when Yan Shuangying grabbed him sternly by the shoulder and yanked him back.
"Kid, don't get in the way!"
[I agree with that!] Khonshu, who had suddenly popped up, nodded vigorously.
Sure enough, Imhotep, who had been pinned to the floor, roared, and Natasha was easily blasted away.
But even as she was sent flying, Natasha had already quietly stuck a miniature power generator onto Imhotep's back. While she was still in midair, she immediately activated the device by remote control.
Bzzzt—
Bright arcs of electricity flashed over Imhotep's body, leaving him paralyzed.
"Good chance!"
Yan Shuangying's eyes lit up. He pulled back, casually smashed a bottle of high-proof liquor from the table onto Imhotep, and a flash of fire flared at his gun muzzle.
Whoosh!
A roaring blaze swallowed Imhotep and set everything in the room alight.
"AAAAAAAH!!!"
Rolling across the floor, Imhotep let out a very undignified scream.
The flurry of movements looked dazzling and complicated, but in fact, it had all happened in just a few short seconds. One moment, Imhotep had been standing there showing off; the next, he was pinned to the ground, burning and screaming.
[Emotional Value from Arthur Harrow +1779]
Thick smoke billowed through the room, acrid and choking.
"..."
Arthur stared, dumbfounded, and hurriedly used the magic of the crocodile cane to defend himself against the flames. His newly acknowledged boss was so useless it left him speechless.
Suddenly, his eyes flickered. He keenly spotted a familiar clay figurine falling from Imhotep's body.
Arthur quickly picked up the clay figurine and tucked it into his robes. Taking advantage of the fire and thick smoke, he secretly pulled the Book of the Dead from his bag and