Chapter 190: Scarab Amulet (modified)

Burning beyond recognition, Tutankhamun, who was completely black, crawled out of the thick ashes. His pitch-black knuckles tightly held the wand with black gemstones, pointed at himself, and gave a short but Hoarse voice.
"He is speeding up himself!" Allen exclaimed.
Tutankhamun stumbled towards Ellen and the others, stretched out his hand aggressively, and was about to grab Ron by the neck.
"Oh, no!" Ron let out a strange groan between his lips, and backed desperately, trying to avoid Tutankhamun's fatal blow.
Allen wondered why Tutankhamun didn't use magic? Before he could think about it, Alan flew out with a kick, hitting Tutankhamun's chest, and Tutankhamun was kicked out.
But, soon, Tutankhamun rushed up at a faster speed, staring at the three of them with hollow eyes, his chin solidified into a scary grin like a skeleton.
He stiffly raised his arms, stretched out his hands, and rushed towards Alan and the others fiercely. When Alan was ready to get out of his legs again, Tutankhamun's arms suddenly became very long and crossed. Alan and Ron pinched Nancy's throat with their tar-covered hands.
Nancy opened her mouth and struggled hard. Tutankhamun tilted his head back and grabbed her tightly. Nancy let out a cry that was almost suffocating and suddenly turned into a dry cough.
Allen turned around and grabbed Tutankhamun's arm. "Let go of her!" Allen shouted.
The scorched skeleton made a dry gasp. He squeezed Nancy tightly, pressing her straight back, just about to fall to the ground. Nancy closed her eyes in despair, her hands waving helplessly.
"Let go! Let go! Let go!" Ron didn't know where he found a wooden stick and struck Tutankhamun's arm desperately.
Allen knew that strength alone, even if he had been exercising for a long time, could not be better than the mummy in front of him. While Ron attracted the attention of the other party, Allen drew out his wand, in order to improve accuracy and avoid accidentally injuring the entangled two corpses , Allen also approached the past before starting to recite the spell, "Relax!"
He succeeded, the magic wand shot a spark and the mummy unconsciously let go of his palm.
Nancy covered her neck, gasping for breath.
The angry Tutankhamun straightened up and grabbed Alan with his backhand, trying to throw Alan away from him that he thought was the greatest threat to him. Alan gasped in astonishment. He didn't expect this one to be scorched. The mummy has such amazing power.
At the moment of flying out, Allen stretched out his hand, desperately trying to grab something and not let himself fall too badly.
A purple light flashed by, Allen grabbed the shroud of Tutankhamun hidden in front of his chest. Tutankhamun was brought to the ground, and the purple amulet he had previously treasured in his chest dropped. Coming out, Ding Ding Dong Dong rolled a few times on the ground.
Allen finally saw the full picture of the purple amulet: it was a scarab amulet made of crystal clear amethyst.
Tutankhamun tried his best to twist his body, trying to grab the amulet on the ground.
But one hand is faster than his!
It's Alan!
Allen grabbed the purple amulet and tried to throw it.
Tutankhamun was so scared that he was set on the ground, he was stunned!
Upon seeing this, Allen seemed to understand what to do.
The sharp fangs of the basilisk appeared in his hand instead of the wand.
With a strong wave of Alan, the basilisk's fangs penetrated the scarab talisman.
This scarab talisman was twisting and struggling in Allen's hand as if it had come alive.
Black smoke came out of its back.
"No—" Tutankhamun's terrifying scream made the walls tremble.
He rolled painfully on the ground, his limbs twitching at the same frequency as the scarab in Allen's hand.
When Tutankhamun rolled near Nancy, Nancy backed away again and again, her eyes widened in horror.
"My life! My life!" Tutankhamun screamed. He raised his head in pain and stared at the scarab in Allen's hand. He shouted, "It made me live for four thousand years! How dare you... …I want… to be buried with…oh, oh..."
The last magic spell burst out, but it didn't hit anyone. Tutankhamun's voice lowered, and his body gradually stopped twitching.
His head, his arms, and his entire body were all reduced to ashes.
"What did he just do?" Ron's eyes widened and his face was inconceivable. "His cry is a bit like the sound my dad made when imitating Amos Diggory of the Department of Magical Animal Management and Control of the Ministry of Magic when he was constipated... "
"He and this scarab coexist and die..." Allen raised his hand, and the scarab talisman that had been turned into powder was scattered on the ground, "Speaking of constipation... the scarab is also called dung shell..."
"That... that scarab..." Nancy stammered, "Is this the mummy?"
Allen nodded. "I think so! Although Tutankhamun predicted that he would be resurrected in four thousand years, he did not predict his end."
After waiting for thousands of years, it only survived for a while after the resurrection. For Tutankhamun, this prophecy was a blessing or a curse!
At this moment, the whole tomb shook violently, and there was a loud noise outside the door of the tomb.
Ron ran to open the door, and huge stones fell from the sky one after another, blocking the door tightly!
With the thickness of these rocks, it takes a long time to clear a path.
And what they lack most now is time! Nancy and Allen were so shaken that they bumped into each other~EbookFREE.me~ Allen steadily helped Nancy.
"What's going on?" Nancy asked in horror. Perhaps the total amount of shock she has received in this life is not as much as that of today.
"It's Tutanmenka's last curse! He wants to collapse the catacombs and die with us!" Allen quickly scanned the surroundings, looking for a chance to escape.
You cannot apparate here!
Alan's eyes lit up when he saw a mural on the wall, "Hurry up and hide in the golden coffin!" he shouted.
"Ah, why?" Nancy thought of the terrifying appearance of the mummy and didn't want to go in at all.
"Quickly, or this place will collapse soon!" Allen urged.
"Listen to Alan!" Ron said as he ran forward.
Nancy grabbed Alan's hand and stumbling forward with Alan's power.
The entire crypt was shaking violently. They couldn't stand firm, and almost fell to the ground several times.
Finally, with Alan's help, Ron and Nancy got into the huge golden coffin.
Allen lifted the lid of the coffin, half covering it, and darkness enveloped Ron and Nancy.
After looking at the movement, it was estimated that although there was not enough running out, it seemed that there was still some room left. Allen was not eager to follow in. Instead, he pointed to Tutankhamun’s wand, and the wand whizzed towards Allen, and then The rare treasures in the room are received in their own storage space.
The crypt shook more severely, and they could even hear the harsh sound of rubbing between the stones.
Boom! With a loud noise, a huge rock fell from the top of the head, hit the ground, and instantly shattered into countless small pieces.
"What are you doing, come in quickly, Ellen!" Nancy and Ron in the coffin were distraught.