Marvel's Superman

Chapter 340 - 337 | Earth Casino, Underworld.

Chapter 340 - 337 Earth Casino, Underworld.

Thousands of years ago, when Set attempted to enter this world with the ritual, turning ancient Egypt into an invincible empire of the dead, he certainly never thought that there were mortals who could resist him.

Clearly, he had occupied the body, completing the reincarnation process.

But when he came, even if this human was the one who willingly invited him in, now he was the one being caught.

"Arrogance …"

The dark shadow inside Luke's body tumbled. A dense flame formed a solid eruption, like a brightly burning fire.

The dense hieroglyphs, like mantras, appeared on his face, looking particularly gruesome.

"Is this the wrath of death?"

Luke stood where he was, unmoved.

There was neither panic nor the slightest fear.

Right now, everything was still under his control.

He used to think that the gods symbolizing power, war, desert, and death might be a little more powerful than they appeared.

Considering the thousands of years and the changes of the times, there might only be a few people that knew about the Great Ennead -- nine deities in Egyptian mythology in their prime.

It was understandable that their powers were weakened.

"That's all? "

After a rhetorical question, Luke gave his answer.

The light-hearted comment was like merciless ridicule, completely provoking Set's thunderous anger.

The dark shadow in his body took on the form of a jackal-headed man.

"I'll make you feel …"

Set had wanted to threaten and extract the life force of this arrogant human to make him understand the pain of death.

But on second thought, if Luke died, the ritual would fail.

He had been waiting for thousands of years, and his plan to come to this world was about to fail.

In a dilemma, Set was at a loss, and his high-sounding voice suddenly fell silent.

"Feel what? The predicament of a lonely old god?"

A contemptuous sneer came from Luke's mouth.

"The Great Ennead have become a thing of the past."

"In this age of decaying faith, you are no different from the antiques in the thrift store."

"Those things, at least, are worth something."

"But you're worthless."

Each word was like a sharp blade, uncovering what was left of Set's facade and dignity.

Lifting the seemingly mysterious and powerful veneer, revealing the true 'the strong outside and weak inside' nature.

"I have dealt with many-dimensional demon gods who support the world on their own and whose existence is constantly expanding, like twinkling stars standing in the sea of the universe, unshaken by the changes of external objects."

"And you, who have lost the power given by faith, are even worse than mortals."

Luke mobilized the stellar energy in his body to suppress the powerless and raging God of Death, Set.

At the same time, he also used the identity of a Sorcerer Supreme to communicate with the Vishanti and extract some power.

A magnificent column of pure white light descended from the sky and enveloped Superman.

"The Ancient Gods …"

Set was horrified.

He was one of the Great Ennead.

Naturally, he could detect the true identity of the Vishanti.

"You're too slow."

Luke smiled.

Pure white light filled his body.

The fierce black shadow, like snow under the sun, continuously evaporated.

"Your authority over death, I'll happily accept it."

Luke opened his right hand, and a Pharaoh's scepter gradually condensed and appeared in his palm.

He suddenly grasped it. His eyes flashed with black rays, which was extremely shocking.

The power of Set, one of the Great Ennead, thus fell into his hands.

"I curse you! With my life, with everything I have!"

The dark, shadowy figure was dragged, pulled, and slowly detached from Luke's body.

However hard it struggled, however hard it rejected it, everything was useless.

"Don't be like that. Your name, your image, will always exist in history."

Luke laughed softly as he felt the power of the scepter, "I'm just a God of Death by proxy, I have no followers, and I'm not worshipped in a temple."

"Think about it differently. I'm actually working for you. You're my boss."

"Set, does that make you feel any better?"

The Egyptian God of Death, seemingly shocked by the shamelessness of mankind, fell into a long silence until the dark shadows left his body completely.

Hiss hiss! Hisss hisss hisssss!

When Set was exposed to the sun, he instantly turned into a wisp of smoke.

Thick black oil-like flames raised a large fire.

The wailing and hissing of anguish disappeared along with the hideous form of the God of Death, Set.

"Death is gone?"

Dr. Henry, who had been watching, and all the members of Prodigium were stunned.

Although they didn't understand what had happened just now, they were still shaken when the results were presented to them.

An Egyptian god, who was worshipped by the world thousands of years ago, simply disappeared.

Even if the vast majority of everyone here were firm atheists.

But after witnessing this scene, not only were their perceptions shaken, but they also had a passionate feeling of awe and admiration for Superman.

The constantly refreshing and rising reputation value was the most obvious.

"The gods won't completely die."

Luke corrected Dr. Henry's misconception.

In his eyes, every lifeform had an illusory line of varying length.

That's the length of life!

He could try to cut off or renew someone's lifeline with the Pharaoh's scepter held in his right hand whenever he wanted.

Of course, it wasn't easy, and there was a price to pay.

"As long as their names were remembered, and as long as the traces in history aren't completely lost,"

Luke stared at Ahmanet, the Egyptian Princess, who was trembling with fear and had almost her entire face covered with terror.

"They will have the opportunity to be 'resurrected' and come to this world."

"Maybe hundreds of years, maybe thousands of years, Set, who has fallen into a new slumber, will appear again."

D. Henry listened carefully. He couldn't help thinking, 'If Set went to sleep in the dark, then isn't Superman, holding the Pharaoh's scepter, the same as a living God of Death?'

With this in mind, the Prodigium senior executive subconsciously buried his head a little lower.

This was fear toward a god.

"It's not as scary as you think it is."

Luke seemed to have guessed what Dr. Henry was thinking and slightly shook his head.

He didn't explain too much. Those complicated concepts were too complicated for ordinary people.

The belief system of this world had long been divided among many gods and deities.

Olympian Gods, Greek Gods, Norse Gods, Ancient India, Ancient Egypt …

In addition, the two camps of Heaven and Hell.

The souls of those believers were labeled the moment they knelt and prayed to a particular deity.

When they reach the end of their lives, they become a 'bargaining chip' for their gods.

Those dimensional demon gods, at best, only picked up some little leftover scraps of food.

Relatively speaking, the 'chips' weren't as important to them as the gods were.

To Luke, the earth was like a huge casino.

Those gods who rarely appeared in this world were bosses who hid behind the scenes.

The competition was to see who had more chips and who had a stronger background.

"Lord Death…'

Ahmanet, who was silently trying to blend in the background, made a little noise.

"What can I do for you?"

According to the original contract, she would help Set, the God of Death, descend into the human world.

In return, not only would she live forever, she would become his partner and rule over a large territory.

But what was happening right now was completely beyond her and Set's expectations.

"The dead aren't welcomed in this world."

Luke said lightly.

Ahmanet trembled and fell to her knees.

She had a hard time getting rid of the thousands of years of darkness, the seal of the sarcophagus.

If she were to return to her original situation and suffer that kind of torture, it would be worse than death.

"However, considering my underworld, I need someone to manage it."

The corners of Luke's mouth curled up, evoking fear in the Egyptian Princess, then he wiped it off with his own hands.

"Are you ready to work for me, Ahmanet?"

The ups and downs of life made this Egyptian Princess feel like she was on a roller coaster ride.

She breathed a long sigh of relief, and excited tears were almost falling from her eyes.

"I will take good care of the underworld for you!"

Ahmanet assured.

"I hope so."

Luke held the Pharaoh's scepter, and his eyes turned black.

Rumble rumble!

A loud disembodied sound, like chains twisting and gears gnashing, sounded.

A magnificent portal, branded with hieroglyphs, slowly opened.

That was the underworld!

The kingdom of the dead!

"Eh?"

At the moment when the underworld was opened up, Luke seemed to have a subtle connection with the 'kingdom of the dead' that existed in a different place.

His vision, through the barrier of space, saw a cold world full of humid fog.

Then, a graceful figure in a green cloak came into view.

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