I Became the Sun God

Cough cough cough!

The old man coughed violently and soon spit out a mouthful of black blood.

As he spat out a mouthful of black blood, the old man's expression became sluggish, but the rain was still violent.

"such a pity…"

"After all, I am not the real Rainwater Sacrifice, but just a blood descendant of the Rainwater Sacrifice."

"Forcibly squeezing the power of blood can only go so far."

The old man sighed with emotion. There was no fear or regret in his tone, but instead he was filled with relief.

The old man looked at Mark, and part of the rainwater naturally poured on him, nourishing his dying body.

"I am very satisfied to witness the rise of the Sun Knight before I die."

"Originally, I thought that my life would end as a scavenger and die in a garbage dump."

"But Tefnut, in this special era, the sacrificial bloodline in my body has actually revived."

"Although the recovery is a little late, it is not late after all."

"Young man...are you the one chosen by the God of Ra?"

The old man looked at Mark with soft eyes, which made Mark feel an inexplicable warmth in his heart.

It felt like rain moistening the earth, and the grass instinctively relied on the rain.

"yes…"

Mark responded to the old man with difficulty.

The old man nodded, his body began to sway, and finally he fell into the rain like a lion's head:

"It's good if it is...it's good if it is..."

"My ancestor was once a lucky man like you. He was valued by the great Tefnut, was given power and artifacts, and eventually became a great rain priest."

"But...my ancestors lived in the best of times."

"In that era, the gods looked down on the world from high above, and the God-givers in the world had powers that made mortals fear them."

"Maybe that era was a nightmare for mortals, but it was the best era for extraordinary people."

"And my ancestors also successfully mastered the power of rain sacrifice during that era, and even incorporated it into their own blood."

"So... you can see me today."

The nameless old man transformed by Qin Ran told the story of himself and his strength in a weak and yearning voice.

I am a scavenger myself, not the registered type at all.

But even so, the identity of this scavenger can be investigated.

Because... this scavenger really existed, but he had been devoured by the scarab long ago. I just borrowed his identity.

Although it is not registered, there is absolutely no flaw after a thorough visit.

As for the power of the scavengers, the power called the Rain Sacrifice was also given by the Egyptian gods.

However, Qin Ran still revealed more things.

The power given to mortals by gods can be fully controlled by mortals and can even be inherited through blood.

It is precisely because of this that scavengers who have awakened their bloodline in the revival of spiritual energy can exert the power of rain sacrifices.

"But it's a pity... I am not a rain sacrifice after all. I am too old. Time does not allow me to develop the power of my bloodline. I can only squeeze the legacy of my ancestors at once. There is only so much I can do."

Qin Ran added a restriction to the power of bloodline, so that the power of bloodline is no longer invincible, but also needs to be developed step by step.

Otherwise, how to deal with it?

It’s all set up in Greece!

Descendants of the gods, although they are born with the blood of gods, affinity auras and rules, not to mention some innate divine power.

But even such a being needs to rely on the greatness of the gods to develop its own bloodline.

There is no need to develop the power of blood for the descendants of sacrifices given by the gods?

What's going on?

You must know that in Qin Ran's possession, everything extraordinary and great comes from the gods.

Even the biological sons of the gods, such as Erlang God Yang Jian and Hercules, need to go through countless trials and tribulations, and then use appropriate and correct methods to develop the power in their own blood.

Of course, whether it is Yang Jian or Hercules, they are the most special type of people among the descendants of the gods.

They are descendants of gods, but through their own efforts, they have become new gods.

After becoming gods, the power is attributed to themselves.

As for those non-gods, even if they are second-generation gods or something, they are only more compatible with spiritual energy and rules. At most, they are born with incredible power.

But after all, this advantage does not come from the unique power of gods themselves, but even the power of heaven and earth is the gods.

Under such a basic setting, even if the rain sacrifice was once 999, future generations will eventually have to rely on their own efforts.

At most, their starting point is much higher than others.

"The new Sun Knight..."

"You are probably the luckiest young man in Egypt."

"You are favored by the god Ra. You possess the power of the sun and are qualified to use divine weapons."

"Work hard to master this power. When this power is refined into your blood, you can become the most powerful warrior under the command of God Ra."

"Angels of the West still need people like you to resist."

"It's a pity...I can't see it, but before I die, I can help you one more time."

"One of the six artifacts of the Sun Knight is the Amulet of Khebli."

The old man turned to look at Dill.

Although Dil had buried the Amulet of Khebuli into his flesh and blood, the old man could still feel its presence.

"Khebri, a symbol of hope and rebirth, is what Ra looks like when the sun rises."

"When his talisman rises, it will transform into the crown of Ra, granting its owner the power of the sun."

A sarcastic smile appeared on the old man's face:

"Stupid mortal, do you understand?"

"This is the true Amulet of Khepri. When the morning sun rises and turns into a blazing sun, this is what it really looks like."

"And you... don't deserve it to be truly revived at all."

"Maybe you have a trace of divine blood in your body, or something else, but after all, you are not the one chosen by God Ra."

"No!"

"That can't be the case!"

Dill's mentality is about to collapse!

He was like a crazy gambler, using his power hysterically and attacking Mark crazily.

"Death, death, death!"

"As long as you die, God Ra will choose me. I am God Ra's favorite!"

Facing Dill's power, Mark, who was still recovering, was unable to resist.

Fortunately, at this moment, the old man’s voice sounded again:

"Let me help you one last time."

"Let the descendants of the Rain Sacrifice witness the rise of the Sun Knight with their own eyes."

"Tefnut, great god of rain, please give me strength!"

Accompanied by the old man's voice, the lion's head transformed by the rain suddenly shattered and turned into a torrent that swept up Mark.

Mark was in this torrent, flying against the swarm of insects towards Dill.