I Became the Sun God

"Right, that is it!"

"Kneel down here and wait for me to destroy those corrupt nobles."

Looking at the humans below who surrendered out of fear, Dill showed a satisfied smile on his face.

He didn't care what those people thought, he just needed them to show submission.

"Huh? Reporter?"

Scanning the crowd, Dill finally fixed his gaze on a reporter.

Then Dill laughed ferociously and looked in the direction of the TV station.

As his gaze changed, four mummies suddenly appeared, running on the wall of the high-rise building as nimbly as spiders, heading towards the TV station quickly.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by the sound of shattering glass, the floor-to-ceiling window of the top-floor office was violently shattered by the mummy.

"Are you the owner of the TV station?"

The mummy tilted her head and looked at the middle-aged man with a big body and a round waist. Her voice sounded like gravel rubbing against each other.

The TV station boss was so scared that he almost peed.

Facing the mummy that exuded a rotten smell, the TV station boss was instantly enveloped in fear.

"ah!"

He screamed strangely and ran towards the door without thinking.

But before he could take a few steps, a large amount of yellow sand submerged him, spinning constantly, making him feel as if he was trapped in quicksand.

"If you don't want to die, let the reporter in the square broadcast it live and let all the TV stations in Cairo watch it simultaneously."

"Sitting in this position, I think you should be a smart person."

The mummy pinched his neck and lifted him out of the yellow sand. The smell of decay hit his face.

"good."

"He who knows the current affairs is a hero."

"When I become the new Pharaoh, you will be my favorite."

Dill was lifted up by the swarm of insects, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Things are different now.

Before arriving in Cairo, I could only speak through a loudspeaker.

But now that the mummies are scattered, the mummy can serve as his eyes and mouth, allowing him to see far away, and to talk to others on his behalf.

The TV station boss relented, and faced the powerful power of the mummy, he chose to surrender.

After a while, the reporter in the crowd was trembling and was swept into the air by the swarm of insects.

After receiving instructions from the station, he began to focus the camera on Dill.

At the same time, Dill could clearly see that his figure soon appeared on the big screen in the square.

"Are you ready?'

"A new pharaoh has been born. Decaying nobles, do you choose to surrender or die?"

"Don't be in a hurry to give the answer. I will go to you personally."

Dill was sitting on the throne, guarded by a swarm of scarabs in mid-air, looking at the camera with a ferocious smile on his face.

Such a scene suddenly appeared in thousands of households in Cairo.

Subway stations, large square screens, private TVs, supermarket TVs...

As long as the TV station can control it, all signals will become live signals.

After saying these harsh words, Dill flew towards the tallest building in the city center, guarded by the swarm of insects.

It was a place where nobles often gathered, and today happened to be the day of the gathering.

"Bang!"

"Sir Muhammad, Master Dil...Dil has appeared!"

In the banquet hall, the nobles had just finished worshiping and were exchanging their views.

The most exchanged among them is about the extraordinary things that have surfaced now.

“Allah is supreme, but we have lost His gifts.”

“We are all guilty and need to find the power given by God as soon as possible in order to wash away our sins.”

"Let's start with those artifacts and the descendants of the prophet."

"Greek mythology... God King Zeus... I hope it will not affect us in Egypt."

"But having said that, it seems that Ra, the sun god, really exists."

"This is the territory we conquered for God, and no one can change the sovereignty here."

The nobles expressed their opinions one after another.

Being able to control Egypt behind the scenes in today's circles, these nobles are obviously grasshoppers on a string.

Not only do they have the same beliefs, they also have deep conflicts of interest.

Under such circumstances, everyone felt unanimously that they must regain the power given to mortals by Allah.

Of course, there is another point that everyone agrees on.

That is, Egypt is the territory of God, and even the resurrection of the gods cannot change it.

"snort!"

"Where is that evil obstacle?"

Looking at the rash servant, old Mohammed snorted coldly.

But he didn't wait for the servant's answer, because at this moment, his servant was looking out the window with a horrified expression.

"Um?"

Many people subconsciously looked towards the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The originally clear sky suddenly turned dark.

A closer look revealed that it wasn't the weather that had changed at all, but the sunlight blocked by countless bugs.

"My dear grandpa, are you looking for me?"

Just as the nobles showed surprise, a large number of insects dispersed among the swarm, revealing a figure sitting on the throne.

Dill looked at his grandfather with a playful smile on his face.

This is the true supremacy!

In the past, my dignity was nothing but charity from this old immortal.

And now?

The superior self relies on its own power, which belongs to the power of the ancient pharaoh.

Wow!

Looking at the stunned nobles, the insect swarm immediately destroyed the floor-to-ceiling windows, and countless insects surrounded everyone.

Those rotting mummies killed all the security personnel immediately.

Such a bloody scene was broadcast live to the entire Cairo.

"Then let me introduce you to these old immortals who control Egypt behind the scenes."

"They are the ones who rule everything."

Dill glanced at the camera and saw that the energy of introducing these old guys to ordinary people was enough to affect the entire country.

After the introduction, Dill smiled:

“The age of decay has passed, and next comes the age of Pharaoh.”

"You...are you willing to surrender to me?"

Dill held his chin up and looked at everyone indifferently.

There was a young man in a suit with a white hat in the crowd, who subconsciously cursed:

"heresy!"

"Heretics who betray Allah, you should be burned at the stake!"

"It's impossible for me to surrender!"

“My body and mind have long been dedicated to Allah.”

Dill glanced at the old man.

He knew the old man, and he had humbly begged him before.

"If you don't want to surrender, then just go and die."

Dill waved his hand, and the old man was instantly overwhelmed by the swarm of insects.

In the blink of an eye, as the insect swarm dispersed, only a white skeleton was left on the spot.

"You're all doing fine."

“Those who surrender will live, and those who don’t surrender will die immediately.”

"I have plenty of people available."

"You say so...my dear brother?"

Dill looked at his family brothers, the cold look in his eyes undisguised.

Feeling Dier's murderous intention, the young man from the Mohammed family hesitated for a while and then knelt down:

"Willing to serve Cousin Dill."

"Call me Pharaoh!"

"It's...the noble Pharaoh."