"So where did that city's guards and successors go?"
Thinking over what they had experienced before, Marc was a little puzzled.
"Three thousand years is too long. Anything could have happened."
Coulson frowned and found a reason.
"Maybe the descendants of those guards are long gone, or they left."
"That's very possible."
Beside them, Yan Shuangying nodded in agreement. After all, it had been three thousand years. Seas had turned to mulberry fields; it would be stranger if they had kept guarding Hamunaptra the whole time.
"All right, now we know what he wants the Book of the Dead for."
Marc shrugged and sat down in a chair.
"And the enemy we're facing now is a high priest who's lived for three thousand years, right? What's the word again? Right, a hopeless romantic!"
Whoosh!
Wrong! What you are dealing with now is not a high priest, but a madman who has absorbed a god's power and developed evil intentions!
The moment Khonshu appeared, he brought bad news. He told Marc that Imhotep had killed a god's avatar and absorbed Ammit's power, then warned him over and over that with their current strength, it would be very hard to deal with the other party.
"Uh, guys, I suddenly have some bad news to tell you."
The others turned to him in confusion, and Marc relayed the heavy news to them.
Silence.
This really was bad news. Even the air suddenly felt several degrees more oppressive.
"So what we're dealing with now is... a god?"
Pressing down the brim of his hat with one hand, Yan Shuangying's gaze sharpened.
"Mm, technically, it's a person who gained divine power. All right, actually, there's not much difference!"
Marc shook his head with a bitter smile.
Coulson and Natasha looked at each other.