Chapter 223 Zeus: "Can you secretly take me to your museum?"
After the golden barrier that Annabeth tried her best to maintain dissipated, the violent sandstorm like the center of the desert raged again in Russell Square.
Lange stood firmly in front of everyone and walked step by step towards the yellow sand that quickly condensed into a human shape.
He could clearly feel that every grain of sand contained strong magic fluctuations, but neither the raging storm nor the yellow sand that was condensing his body put too much pressure on him.
It was far less oppressive than when he faced Thor's full blow in Asgard.
In the yellow sand, a human face slowly emerged. Ammanet tilted his head and looked at Lango, and said slowly: "You don't have a trace of divine power in your body. Compared with those guys just now, you look like an ordinary person." people."
Lange smiled slightly, shrugged, and said jokingly: "My mother is not so lucky to be able to hook a god as a winner."
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Ammanette was speechless for a moment, her eyes shining like obsidian in the yellow sand, examining Lango, as if looking for his weaknesses, or confused by his confidence.
"Hey, why don't we sit down and talk, ma'am."
Lango pointed to Megan behind him who was carrying the Death Gem. "To tell you the truth, I want to order that gem. But since you want it so much, why don't you tell me your purpose? If I think it's appropriate, I can I’ll lend it to you for two days.”
After all, the collection at New York's Museum of Natural History is undergoing urgent restoration, and recovery is unlikely to take a few months.
If Ammanet really needs to use the Death Stone to save people, then there is no harm in lending it to her for the time being.
Hearing Lango's words, Ammanette tilted her head in confusion. The opponents she met today, whether it was the boy who controlled the water flow or the man with the twinkling eyes in front of her, seemed to have very strange personalities.
She raised the corner of her mouth with a hint of sarcasm: "You want to know what I'm going to do with it?"
"Hmm~"
Lango nodded and said matter-of-factly: "Although I really want to use you as nourishment, I am also a superhero after all. If you are a good person, I really don't mind helping you."
Ammanette sneered and said nothing more, but the yellow sand in the square began to surge rapidly, and soon a series of sand paintings appeared in front of everyone.
Although there is no sound or subtitles, the content presented in the sand paintings is extremely detailed, like a flowing historical picture.
At the beginning of the story, a woman with the same appearance as Ammanet, but without any tattoos, holds a spear and has a heroic appearance, leading the Egyptian army to conquer the east and west, constantly expanding its territory.
When she returned from victory, her father, the current Pharaoh, even handed her the throne scepter, a symbol of supreme power, and announced to the world that she would be the next Pharaoh's heir.
However, as time goes by, changes occur suddenly.
Her father actually had an affair with a maid and had a son.
The pharaoh, who had come to have a son at an old age, forgot his promise to his daughter. Not only did he deprive her of his position as crown prince, he also announced again that the pharaoh's throne would be left to her younger brother.
How could Anmanet, who had always dreamed of becoming the first female pharaoh in Egyptian history, endure such humiliation?
That night, she knelt before the statue of Osiris, the Egyptian god in charge of death and rebirth, and prayed devoutly. She would rather sacrifice her soul to the God of Death to regain the throne that should belong to her.
The oath was finalized, and a strange spell instantly appeared on her skin. From that moment on, she had the power to resurrect the dead and control the yellow sand.
With this power wrested from the God of Death, she turned the entire palace into a Shura field overnight, and no one survived.
However, her violence also angered everyone.
The Pharaoh's guards teamed up for a sneak attack, wrapped her in mercury, mummified her, and sealed her in a remote place far away from Egypt.
Time passed by. Thousands of years later, due to war, the tomb that sealed her was blown open by a group of soldiers.
And she was also privately sold to Europe as a cultural relic.
Breaking away from the seal of the massive mercury in the tomb, she quickly woke up from the coffin, devoured the flesh and blood of hundreds of soldiers, and returned to her peak state.
"Wait. Wait!"
Seeing that the sand painting was still going on, Lange couldn't help but raise his hand to interrupt, "Just tell me what you want to do with the Death Stone. Regarding Egypt's two-child policy, and how patriarchal your father is. Girl, I’m really not interested.”
Ammanet looked at Lango indifferently and told intermittently: "As long as I get the Death Stone, my ability will be infinitely enhanced and I can instantly resurrect all the dead in the world. I will use them to rule your world!"
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After hearing this, Lange couldn't help but look back and looked at Anna, Tyson and others with amusement, and saw the same surprise and weirdness in their eyes.
I don’t know if it’s because she’s just been resurrected and her brain hasn’t reshaped yet, but this cursed girl is so frank that it’s outrageous.
He looked at the broken bones in front of the museum door, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is this what you mean by resurrection?"
Seeing that Ammanette didn't respond, Rango shook his head helplessly: "Well, I thought you would say you would use gems to do good things, but it seems I was overthinking it."
Ammanet raised the corner of her mouth slightly and said seriously: "You look pretty good, as long as you help me get the gem back."
"OK, I don't have the patience to listen anymore." Rango interrupted her impatiently, suddenly closed his hands and shouted toward the sky: "Yumi!"
boom--!
Suddenly, a cross shining with bright golden light in the dark night, like the light of dawn, penetrated the heavy sand and dust and inserted straight into the floor tiles!
Immediately afterwards, a golden halo spread rapidly around like surging waves, instantly covering the entire square!
The originally raging and roaring sandstorm seemed to have been pressed by an invisible force, pressing the pause button and freezing in the air.
As the golden waves spread, the sandstorm began to gradually dissipate. In an instant, the square in front of the museum returned to its former tranquility and cleanliness.
Only the uprooted trees and the devastated ground could prove that a fierce battle had just occurred here.
"oh"
Lango looked around, opened his arms, and smiled triumphantly at the shocked Ammanette in front: "It seems that you are not as powerful as you thought."
"What did you do?!"
Ammanet angrily waved her hand at Lango, but the expected salon roll did not appear. Instead, due to the excessive force, a large amount of the yellow sand attached to her arms and forming her body was thrown out.
"Don't waste your efforts."
Lange's fists shone with blue light, and he approached the woman step by step. He kindly reminded, "This cross of mine can seal even Odin's divine power for a moment. Do you think you can be compared with Odin?"
Bang!
Before he finished speaking, without waiting for the woman to respond, he raised his hand and grabbed her throat, lifting her withered body high.
Feeling the magic power in the woman's body being swallowed up by the mysterious system in her palm, Lange couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
When watching movies in the past, he always wondered why the villain always liked to grab the other person's neck and lift the person up when killing people. He neither threw the other person out nor directly pinched the other person's throat, but just admired the other person's struggle. Look, show off your values and worldview again.
But now, when he himself has powerful power, he finally understands the mystery.
Without him, it is really because this feeling of dominating life and death and controlling everything is so intoxicating!
"You" Ammanet struggled to say the word.
"Shh~"
Lango raised a finger to his lips and said softly, "Don't talk, just wait quietly for death."
At this time, streams of magic power were being continuously drawn out of Ammanette's body, and finally all of them were absorbed into Rango's palm.
To outsiders, Ammanette's body was decaying and turning into yellow sand, but Lango, who was squeezing her neck, was getting more and more excited, and the smile at the corner of his mouth almost overflowed.
Tyson looked at this scene and couldn't help but turn his head and whisper to Anna aside: "Have you noticed that Rango's situation is a bit strange? He looks more like a villain than that Ammanette."
"Is there anything wrong?" Anna frowned, then shook her head, "We should be more ferocious and decisive in dealing with these troubled dark creatures. At this point, Lango really surpasses us. many."
".All right."
Seeing the gleam of admiration in Anna's eyes, Tyson no longer hesitated, shrugged and continued to look at Lango's back in front of him.
Although only a few breaths had passed, the so-called Cursed Girl seemed to be eroded by invisible forces. Starting from her feet, yellow sand fell from her body like ice and snow melting. With the last unwilling wailing, the magic power in Ammanet's body was completely sucked dry, and finally turned into a pile of ordinary yellow sand. Under the blowing of the breeze, it gradually dissipated into the air, as if it had never Existed in general.
"call"
Lango let out a breath, opened his wrist and took a look. The energy progress bar that had been cleared due to summoning Malphite had quietly advanced a little further.
Thanks to the golden cross's natural restraint on these magical creatures, coupled with Lango's invincible physical strength, and the blue fist that can ignore the various defense methods of extraordinary creatures, when he faced these enemies who were good at playing with magic, he was simply As easy as a dimensionality reduction strike.
Calculate according to this progress.
Lange raised his eyelids slightly, quickly calculating the progress of the progress bar in his mind.
The conclusion is that if he can kill about two hundred more extraordinary creatures like Ammanet, then his energy progress bar will be full again and he can start summoning again.
Two hundred.
Farke!
Lange couldn't help but cursed secretly in his heart, where would he find two hundred extraordinary creatures of this level!
Thinking of this, his eyes involuntarily turned to Annabeth and Tyson behind him.
Although he still hasn't figured out what plot characters these two people are in the movie, it depends on the identity of the descendants of the gods, plus this is the West and not the Far East.
He was certain that this was definitely not some bloody romance drama about gods and demons falling in love, but nine out of ten, it was a magical adventure movie.
If you follow them, you might encounter more extraordinary creatures like Ammanet.
Just as he was thinking this, there was a sudden noise in the museum.
The collections that were originally resurrected actually poured out of the museum one after another after witnessing Ammanet's tragic ending.
Their tall bodies and hundreds of thousands of them instantly blocked the entrance to the museum.
Among them, the bust of Zeus stood at the front with his head held high. He looked up at the bright starry sky outside the museum, breathed in the fresh air outside, and felt a sense of pride and ambition.
He seemed to be transformed into the Wallace who was pushed to the guillotine in "Braveheart" and shouted loudly: "Freedom!!!"
The voice was high and powerful, and the tone was full of infinite longing for the future and deep desire for freedom.
And the statues that had been following him seemed to be infected by him, and they let out strange roars one after another, and then took big steps, ready to rush out of the museum and rush to the free world that belonged to them!
boom--!
At this moment, two blazing lasers suddenly shot out, like sharp blades, cutting a deep crack on the road in front of them!
"StayBack!"
Lango's figure was suspended in the air, his eyes flashing with scarlet light, staring at the group of statues in front of him that were about to move.
He is very experienced in dealing with these resurrected museum collections. I remember that in the New York Museum, in order to establish his authority, he mercilessly tore off the heads of dozens of Japanese samurai in front of many collections.
Sure enough, the statues who were immersed in excitement were shocked by Lango's momentum, and fell silent for a moment, looking at Lango who was standing in front of them in horror.
However, although he was able to frighten most of the statues, he had no effect on those who took the lead.
Seeing this, Zeus showed no fear and shouted angrily through gritted teeth: "Where do you want us to go back?! This is not our country!"
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Lange was stunned when he was asked. He glanced at a string of English words on the sign in front of the museum: The British Museum (British Museum), and couldn't help but fell silent.
Under the gaze of many collections from foreign countries, he sighed helplessly and said slowly: "But in your current state, you can't go very far at all. Once you leave the scope of the recovery gold medal, you will become nothing again. Lifeless dead things.”
"Even if we die outside, we will never go back!"
Zeus was held in the hands of a huge stone sculpture, standing on a high place and shouting loudly, "What do the people of this country regard us as? Trophies to show off their strength?"
"Fake! Instead of being a witness to Greece being invaded and plundered, I would rather crash in front of this damn museum!"
Before he finished speaking, under the shocked eyes of everyone, Zeus actually moved his body and jumped from the hand of the stone sculpture!
He closed his eyes tightly and shouted: "For Greece! Freedom!!!"
The rest of the collection seemed to be infected by his emotions, and they roared and roared.
Especially the terracotta warriors and horses from the East, led by the general, were even ready to wave their spears and rush to Buckingham Palace, even if they died on the way to the charge.
Lango stepped forward quickly and accurately caught the bust of Zeus who was about to commit suicide.
He really didn't understand. If real historical figures had such a strong sense of belonging to their respective motherlands, he would completely understand.
But most of these guys in front of them are mythical creatures. Logically speaking, they should have no borders. This sense of belonging is a bit too strong.
"Okay, okay."
Lango put Zeus on the ground and patiently raised his hands to appease everyone, "I know you are dissatisfied with your situation. Believe me, I don't like this country either. But the problem is, if you go out in this state, you will either be killed. Capture it or turn it into an immovable statue again."
"Let's do this"
Lange patted his chest and solemnly promised, "If you believe me, go back to the museum first. In the next few days, I will find a way to pick you up one by one and send you back to your homeland. How about that? ?”
Zeus looked at the boy in front of him doubtfully: "Why should we believe you?"
"You can only choose to believe me."
Lango looked at Zeus seriously, "I also have a museum in New York, and the collections in it can be resurrected every night. They are like my friends. I came here to find a way to save my collections, so you don't have to Doubt my purpose."
Zeus looked at Rango carefully, then nodded and said, "Well, at least your black hair makes me think you look like a Greco-Roman, and I am willing to believe you. But..."
The old guy suddenly lowered his voice, "Can you secretly bring me to your museum without telling the guys behind you? This feeling of resurrection is so great, I don't want to go back to being that damn statue again!"
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Hearing this, Lange was speechless for a moment.
He thought this old guy loved his country so deeply.
However, having another well-informed statue of a mythical figure wouldn't be a bad thing for him. Lange nodded and agreed without much hesitation.
Next, under the persuasion of Zeus, the leader, many collections returned to the museum with hesitation.
Lango took the opportunity to visit. It must be said that compared with the British Museum, his museum in New York was like a small toilet in the countryside.
Both the floor space and the number of collections are far from comparable.
Many collections here, even without professional comments, can feel their immeasurable value just by looking at them.
At this time, Lange stood in the China Pavilion, looking at the countless ancient calligraphy, paintings and jade porcelain, and he couldn't help but have the urge to pack them up and take them away.
"that."
Just when many terracotta warriors and horses returned to their positions and the Eastern general in armor was about to return underground, Lange couldn't help but raise his hand and asked, "Can I know your name, General?"
I don't know if it was because he heard the language of his homeland. The general on the bronze carriage glanced at Lange and coldly uttered two words: "Wang Jian!"
".Awesome!"
Lange looked shocked. He didn't expect that this museum actually contained the terracotta warriors and horses of the generals of the Qin Dynasty.
He quickly gave a thumbs up, and then solemnly promised: "Don't worry, I will definitely find a way to send everyone home within a week at most!"
Wang Jian took a deep look at Lange and replied briefly: "Thank you very much."
After saying that, he left with the chariot without looking back and returned to the storage room below.
Looking at his back, Lange felt a sense of emotion in his heart. If he had changed his identity in his previous life, he would definitely want to get closer at this time and show his identity as a descendant of Yan and Huang.
But now.
He looked at himself in the mirror and shrugged helplessly.
It’s better to live your own life first.
(End of chapter)