I became the sun god.

Chapter 42 I feel it

"I don't know if there will be artifacts here."

After spending money to buy a ticket, Mark entered the museum disguised as a tourist, but his eyes were blank.

There are too many cultural relics here, and Mark doesn't know if there will be any artifacts.

If you want to find artifacts from countless collections, you can only wander blindly like luck.

Unlike other tourists, Mark is in the museum completely like a horse on a horse.

It took more than half an hour for Mark to finish shopping on the first floor.

But unfortunately, there is no artifact on the first floor.

"There is no induction from the soul, and it doesn't even respond to touching."

"If there are none upstairs, then we can only give up temporarily."

Mark's expression was not very good-looking, and it was a little natural in disappointment.

Although he knew for a long time that artifacts were not so easy to obtain, such a result still made Mark feel lost.

"Let's go to the second floor to have a look. If the second floor is not there yet, go to another place tomorrow."

"Anyway, the police haven't locked me in yet, and I still have enough time to move around."

Mark shook his head and sighed, and then walked towards the second floor as if coping, but he didn't give any hope in his heart.

"This is…"

Not long after wandering around on the second floor, Mark froze there due to a deep feeling.

His body trembled a little, and he stared fixedly at the showcase not far away, his heart beating violently.

"I feel it! Really feel it!"

"Derived from the sacred breath of God Ra!"

"It's an artifact!"

A flash of ecstasy flashed in Mark's eyes, and his mood was as exciting as riding a roller coaster.

Just like buying a lottery ticket, Mark came here with the intention of finishing the lottery ticket.

Although I knew it was impossible to win the lottery, I couldn't help but fantasize about it.

And after finding nothing on the first floor, Mark just accepted the fact that he had known for a long time as if he hadn't won the five yuan lottery.

But now?

Nima Lotto first prize!
Although I don't know what's in the showcase, but that sacred breath can't be wrong.

"An artifact bestowed upon the Sun Knight by God Ra in the Age of Myth!"

Mark, who was full of artifacts, walked straight towards the showcase.

Facing the tourists standing in front of him, Mark didn't bother to dodge them, and pushed them away easily.

"Fuck!"

"What are you going to do?"

"Who is so unqualified?"

Mark is the Sun Knight after all, and his strength is enough to knock ordinary people off balance.

But all those who were pulled away by Mark were all cursed after being shocked.

But Mark didn't seem to hear it. He came straight to the showcase and looked down at the mummy in the showcase.

"Ramesses II?"

"That's right... the greatest pharaoh in Egypt is qualified to be the spokesperson of God Ra."

Looking at the label next to the showcase, Mark's eyes flashed with surprise.

With the achievements of Ramses II in Egyptian history, he is enough to be the lucky one to be noticed by the gods.

"Offended, my ancestors."

"The Sun Knight of the younger generation needs the strength you left behind."

Facing the mummy in the display case, Mark took a deep breath and softly confessed to him.

Ignoring the angry eyes of those behind him, Mark slowly raised his fist.

"What is he going to do?"

"Could it be a lunatic?"

"Notify the security, there is a lunatic here."

"It's bad luck, pushed by a madman, I will never come to Egypt again."

The group of people who were originally glaring lost their original anger because of Mark's crazy behavior.

Who would care about a normal person with a madman?

Boom!
Before anyone could find the security guard, Mark punched the showcase, and a huge muffled sound erupted.

After all, it is Egypt, almost everyone's first reaction is to squat down with their heads in their hands.

After confirming that there was no follow-up attack, the men began to search for the source of the sound.

Soon they saw Mark standing in front of the showcase.

A painful expression appeared on Mark's face, and his clenched fist was swollen out of shape.

"hiss…"

Taking a deep breath secretly, Mark's old face flushed:
"It's careless, this shit is bulletproof glass."

The brilliance flowed in his blood, making Mark's fist recover quickly.

But even if he recovers, Mark won't be doing things like smashing the display case with his fist.

"You still have to use tools."

Mark turned around, glanced around for a week, and finally settled on a chair.

Ignoring everyone's gaze, Mark directly picked up the chair, and then slammed it down heavily.

With a click, the explosion-proof glass instantly shattered.

Ring Ring Ring!
As the explosion-proof glass was smashed, the harsh siren sounded.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

"what are you doing!"

"Don't move!"

"Squat down with your head in your hands, or we'll shoot you!"

"All tourists, please step back as soon as possible!"

The security of the museum rushed over immediately.

Looking at Mark standing in front of the showcase, these security guards were notified by their superiors and immediately took out their weapons.

Riot sticks, blast shields, even pistols!

More than a dozen security guards surrounded Mark, and the rest of the security guards began to evacuate the crowd.

But people like to watch the fun after all.

Seeing that Mark was unarmed, these people were unwilling to leave.

But in the face of strong security guards, they could only be dispersed to the back and stopped by the human wall formed by the security guards.

But even so, many people still took out their mobile phones and began to record this scene.

"I really think it's a bit loud?"

Seeing that he was surrounded by groups, and some people even started to take pictures of himself, Mark subconsciously touched his mask.

The mask was worn tightly, and my face should not be exposed.

"Squat down! Or we'll shoot!"

"Damn it! Do you know how precious that cultural relic is!"

The security guard with the explosion-proof shield approached slowly, and there were several pistols in the middle of the explosion-proof shield aimed at Mark.

In the process of slowly approaching, the security guards are also trying to make Mark give up resistance.

It wasn't that they were afraid of Mark, but that they were afraid of Mark destroying cultural relics.

That's the mummy of Ramses II!

Putting it in the ancient East, it is almost equivalent to Li Er's corpse. How precious is this Nima?

Facing the tense situation, Mark slowly stepped back to the side of the mummy and put his hand on his arm.

hum!
The resonance of the soul made Mark shudder subconsciously, and he could feel the bandages wrapped around the mummy revive.

"Damn! Don't let him touch cultural relics!"

"Shoot! If you don't shoot again, something will happen!"

Seeing that Mark touched the cultural relic, and even trembled as if he had finished urinating, the boss of the security department gritted his teeth and gave the order to shoot.

Bang bang bang!
Accompanied by harsh sounds, bullets shot out one after another.

(End of this chapter)