I Became the Sun God

Buzz!

The overwhelming worms are like the River Styx in Egyptian mythology, and the mummies are the souls of the dead in the River Styx.

All the power was pressed towards Mark.

Teaming up with the Sun Knights, who can't even get out of the novice zone, all Mark can do now is make a strategic retreat.

He has tried his best to buy time, and now all the bugs in Cairo are attracted to him.

Bang!

But before Mark could even take a few steps to escape, large swaths of insects engulfed him again, causing him to keep rolling in the swarm of insects as if he was drifting through water.

Oops!

Feeling the exhaustion of power in his body and the countless hands restraining him, Mark had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Get out of here!"

The power of the heat vision exploded again, and Mark tried to clear a passage again, but this time Mark failed.

Mark is retreating, and Dill is also making arrangements.

As the most outstanding young nobleman in Egypt, Dill's thoughts were not comparable to Mark's.

Mark fell into the trap that Dill had prepared long ago, and a large number of mummies bound him tightly this time.

Although he couldn't completely control Mark, he could still make it impossible for Mark to escape.

Under the bite of countless insects, the energy in Mark's body was quickly consumed.

And once his power reaches the bottom, the Holy Shroud can no longer protect him.

"Sun Knight?"

"Just a clown."

Dill came riding a swarm of insects. He cautiously suspended in mid-air and did not approach rashly.

Why should we put ourselves at risk when we can obviously rely on insects to solve the problem?

I am very smart, and I will not be like that lucky fool in Greece who holds the thunder in his hand and wants to confront Hydra.

Under Dill's teasing and greedy gaze, Mark's brilliance gradually dissipated, and the broken bandage no longer recovered.

Finally, all the bandages were retracted on Mark's arm.

Mark, covered in blood, lay there dying, breathing heavily.

He was so tired.

After becoming a Sun Knight, Mark had never felt so tired, even when he was surrounded by mercenaries.

But now, Mark is very tired and even wants to close his eyes and have a good sleep.

However, he knew that he could not sleep, because as long as he fell asleep, he would die completely.

"Um?"

Qin Ran, who was not far away, suddenly felt something in his heart after sensing Mark's condition.

Can't hold on anymore?

Then God’s gaze crossed space and landed directly on Mark.

"In that case, let's plan B."

Qin Ran shook his head helplessly.

Regarding the situation in Egypt, Qin Ran had prepared several plans.

Plan A is when Mark's small universe explodes and senses the second artifact.

As for plan B?

It was he who appeared as the Ancient One and gave Mark the power of the second artifact.

Of course, as a cautious god, Qin Ran also prepared Plan C.

That is to give up Mark, but not let Dill succeed.

As for how to stop Dill?

Isn't that just a matter of Qin Ran doing whatever he wants?

There are so many ancient gods in Egypt, no one stipulates that only the Sun Knight can exist, right?

Even if there is no hero to stop everything, Qin Ran can still guide Dier and continue to covet more power.

Then...he will open up the power left by Anubis and reap the consequences. In the end, all the extraordinary cakes will become the nourishment for the extraordinary rise of Egypt.

"Plan C is somewhat similar to my plan in Greece."

"So...just follow Plan B!"

Qin Ran stood up and stretched his muscles.

Although Plan A is more foolproof, just follow the procedures you set, but it doesn't give you enough experience.

It's impossible for everything to revolve around two extraordinary beings, right?

It is also time to let everyone know that Egypt hides more ancient powers.

As a result, Qin Ran's figure disappeared instantly.

When he appeared again, he had transformed into an old man in the alley not far from Mark.

"Cough cough cough..."

While coughing, the old man turned out of the alley and walked slowly towards Mark.

The ordinary old man seemed to have a strange aura that made even the scarabs afraid to approach him.

"The Sun Knight of this era?"

"It's really different from the description..."

In the vacuum formed by the insect swarm, the old man walked over tremblingly and looked down at Mark, who was covered in blood:

"I saw in the memory in my bloodline that the real Sun Knight can be like a god, suspended in the sky of Egypt."

"They have god-like characteristics, immortal bodies made of gold, and the power to fight against archangels."

"Except for time, no existence under the gods can resist the power of the Sun Knight."

The old man seemed to be talking to himself, speaking in a weak but still reverberating voice among the insects.

Such a voice was not only heard clearly by Dill, but also by the entire Cairo through television.

Everyone noticed that there was a vacuum zone among the dense swarm of insects, where there was an old man and Mark who fell to the ground.

And that old voice was obviously that of the old man.

"Who is that old man?"

"Memory in the bloodline? Is he a strong man?"

"Isn't he afraid of Pharaoh?"

"What is he talking about? Can the Sun Knight fight against the Archangel?"

"Is it an archangel from the Catholic Church or an archangel from the Christian faith?"

"Run away now, I don't have time to pay attention to this."

Faced with the sudden appearance of the old man, the crowd had different reactions.

As the person involved, Dill felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

He looked at the old man with a vague breath, and a look of ferocity appeared on his handsome face:

"old man!"

"Stop pretending to be a fool in front of me!"

"The archangels under God are immortal beings."

"How can the Sun Knight, who can be corroded by time, be the Archangel's opponent?"

"You old guy, go to hell!"

Although he abandoned his faith and devoted himself to the glory of the Egyptian gods, he even regarded himself as Pharaoh.

But after all, Dill had believed in Allah for so long, and he instinctively doubted the authenticity of the old man's words.

In order to avoid long nights and endless dreams, he decisively summoned swarms of insects and mummies, and started to kill the old man in a mighty manner.

Mark was already on the verge of death and could no longer resist.

The only variable is probably this old guy.

As long as he is killed, Mark's sacred shroud will still belong to him.

Except for the extraordinary, no one can stop me.

And once he obtains the second artifact, his power will be further enhanced.

"I am the favorite of the Sun God!"

"I am the supreme representative of the gods in the human world!"

"I am the Pharaoh of this age!"

Dill, with a ferocious look on his face, roared loudly.