Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 223 Zeus: "Can you take me to your museum secretly?"

After the golden barrier that Annabeth had tried so hard to maintain dissipated, the violent sandstorm in Russell Square, as violent as the center of the desert, raged again.

Rango stood steadily in front of the crowd, walking step by step towards the yellow sand that was quickly condensing into a human shape.

He could clearly feel that every grain of sand contained a strong fluctuation of magical power, but neither the raging storm nor the yellow sand that was condensing on his body brought him too much pressure.

It was far less oppressive than when he faced Thor's full-strength attack head-on in Asgard.

A human face slowly emerged from the yellow sand. Anmanet tilted his head to look at Rango and said slowly, "There is no trace of divine power on you. Compared with those guys just now, you are just like an ordinary person."

Rango smiled slightly, shrugged, and said jokingly: "My mother is not so lucky to have a god as her concubine."

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Anmanet was speechless for a moment. Her eyes flashed like obsidian in the yellow sand as she examined Rango, as if looking for his weakness, or perhaps she was confused by his self-confidence.

"Hey, why don't we sit down and talk, ma'am."

Rango pointed at Megan who was carrying the Death Gem behind him and said, "To tell you the truth, I'm determined to get that gem. But since you want it so badly, why don't you tell me what you want to do with it? If I think it's appropriate, I can lend it to you for two days."

After all, the collections at the New York Museum of Natural History are undergoing emergency restoration, and it will take several months to restore them.

If Anmanet really needs to use the Death Gem to save people, there's no harm in lending it to her temporarily.

Hearing what Rango said, Anmanet tilted her head in confusion. The opponents she met today, whether it was the kid who controlled the water flow or the man in front of her with a gleam in his eyes, seemed to have 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~"

Rango nodded and said as a matter of course: "Although I really want to treat you as food, I am also a superhero after all. If you are a good person, I really don't mind helping you."

Anmanet 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 painting is extremely detailed, like a flowing historical scroll.

At the beginning of the story, a woman who looks like Anmanet but has no tattoos, holds a spear and looks heroic. She leads the Egyptian army to conquer the east and the west, and continuously expands the territory.

When she returned victoriously, her father, the pharaoh of the time, even handed her the scepter of the throne, which symbolized supreme power, and announced to the world that she would be the next heir to the pharaoh.

However, as time goes by, unexpected things happen.

Her father had an affair with a maid and had a son with her.

The Pharaoh, who had a son in his old age, forgot his promise to his daughter. Not only did he deprive her of her position as crown prince, he also announced again that the throne of Pharaoh would be left to her younger brother.

How could Anmanat, 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 who was in charge of death and rebirth, and prayed devoutly. She would rather sacrifice her soul to the god of death than take back the throne that should belong to her.

The oath was made, and strange spells instantly appeared on her skin. From that moment on, she had the power to resurrect the dead and control the yellow sand.

With the power she seized from the god of death, she turned the entire palace into a battlefield overnight, leaving no one alive.

However, her brutality also angered everyone.

The Pharaoh's guards teamed up to launch a surprise attack, wrapped her in mercury, made her into a mummy, and sealed her in a remote place far away from Egypt.

Time passed quickly, and 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.

Freed from the seal of massive mercury in the tomb, she quickly awoke from the coffin, devoured the flesh and blood of hundreds of soldiers, and returned to her peak state.

"Etc., etc!"

Seeing that the sand painting was still going on, Rango couldn't help but raise his hand to interrupt, "Just tell me what you want to do with the Death Stone. I'm really not interested in your two-child policy in Egypt, or how your father favors boys over girls."

Anmanet stared at Rango indifferently and spoke intermittently: "As long as I get the Death Gem, 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, Rango couldn't help but turn around and look at Anna, Tyson and others with amusement. He saw the same surprise and weirdness in their eyes.

I don’t know if it’s because she was just resurrected and her brain hasn’t reformed yet, but this cursed girl is so frank that it’s outrageous.

He looked at the broken bones in front of the museum gate, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is this what you mean by resurrection?"

Seeing that Anmanet did not respond, Rango shook his head helplessly: "Well, I thought you would say that you would use the gems to do some good things. It seems that I thought too much."

Anmanet raised her lips slightly and said seriously: "You look 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, clasped his hands together and shouted to the sky: "Yuumi!"

boom--!
Suddenly, a cross shining with brilliant golden light in the dark night penetrated the thick sand and dust like the light of dawn and pierced straight into the floor tiles!

Immediately afterwards, a golden halo spread rapidly in all directions like surging waves, instantly covering the entire square!
The raging sandstorm seemed to be paused by an invisible force and solidified in the air.

As the golden waves spread, the sandstorm began to gradually dissipate, and in a flash, the square in front of the museum returned to its former tranquility and cleanliness.

Only the uprooted trees and the devastated ground proved that a fierce battle had just taken place here.

"Oh"

Rango looked around, opened his arms, and smiled smugly at Anmanet, who was in shock in front of him: "It seems that you are not as powerful as you think."

"What did you do?!"

Anmanet angrily swung her hand at Rango, but the expected sand curl did not appear. Instead, because she used too much force, a large amount of yellow sand attached to her arms and constituting her body was thrown out.

"Don't waste your efforts."

Rango's fists shone with a faint blue light. He approached the woman step by step and kindly reminded her, "My cross can even seal Odin's power for a moment. Do you think you can be compared with Odin?"

Bang!
Before he could finish his words, he didn't wait for the woman to respond, he raised his hand and grabbed her throat fiercely, lifting her shrunken body high into the air.

Feeling the magic power in the woman's body being devoured by the mysterious system in his palm, Rango couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

When watching movies in the past, he always wondered why the villains liked to grab the person's neck and lift him up when killing people. They neither threw the person away nor directly broke the person's throat. They just admired the person's struggle and showed off their own values ​​​​and world view.

But now, when he himself possessed powerful strength, he finally understood the mystery.

There is no other reason, it is just because the feeling of dominating life and death and controlling everything is too intoxicating!

"You" Anmanet uttered the word with difficulty.

"Shh~"

Rango raised a finger to his lips and whispered, "Don't talk, just wait for death quietly."

At this time, streams of magic power were being continuously drawn out of Anmanet's body, and finally all absorbed into Rango's palm.

To outsiders, it seemed that Anmanet's body was constantly decaying and turning into yellow sand, but Rango, who was pinching her neck, became more and more excited, with a smile on his face that was almost overflowing.

Tyson looked at the scene and couldn't help but turn his head and whisper to Anna beside him: "Have you noticed that Rango's situation is a little strange? Why does he look more like a villain than that Anmanet?"

"Is there something wrong?" Anna frowned, then shook her head. "We should have been more ferocious and decisive than these rebellious dark creatures. In this regard, Rango is indeed far better than us."

".All right."

Seeing the admiration in Anna's eyes, Tyson stopped hesitating and shrugged his shoulders before continuing to look at Rango's back.

Although only a few breaths had passed, the so-called cursed girl seemed to be eroded by an invisible force. Her body, starting from her feet, began to drop yellow sand like melting ice and snow. With a final wail of unwillingness, the magic power in Anmanet's body was completely sucked dry, and finally turned into a pool of ordinary yellow sand. Under the breeze, it gradually dissipated into the air, as if it had never existed.

"call"

Rango breathed a sigh of relief and turned over his wrist to take a look. The energy progress bar that had been emptied due to the summoning of Malphite had quietly moved forward a little bit.

Thanks to the natural restraint of the golden cross on these magical creatures, coupled with Rango's invincible physical strength and the blue fist that can ignore all kinds of defenses of extraordinary creatures, when he faces these enemies who are good at playing magic, it is as easy as a dimensionality reduction attack.

Calculate according to this progress.
Rango raised his eyelids slightly and quickly calculated the progress bar's speed in his mind.

The conclusion is that if he can destroy about two hundred more extraordinary creatures like Anmanet, then his energy progress bar will be filled up again and he can start summoning again.

Two hundred.
Fake!

Rango couldn't help but curse in his heart. Where could he find two hundred extraordinary creatures of this level!

Thinking of this, his gaze involuntarily turned to Annabeth and Tyson behind him.

Although he still hasn't figured out what movie these two people are from, just looking at their identities as descendants of gods, and the fact that this is the West, not the Far East.

He was sure that this was not some melodramatic romance drama about a god and a devil falling in love, but was most likely a magical adventure movie.

If we follow them, we might encounter more extraordinary creatures like Anmanet.
Just as he was thinking this, there was a sudden noise in the museum.

After witnessing Anmanet's tragic end, those collections that were originally resurrected actually poured out of the museum again.

Their tall bodies and their numbers in the hundreds instantly blocked the museum's entrance.

Among them, the bust of Zeus stands in the front with his head held high. He looks up at the bright starry sky outside the museum, breathes the fresh air outside, and a sense of heroism and ambition arises spontaneously.

He seemed to be Wallace who was pushed to the guillotine in "Brave Heart", shouting: "Freedom!!!"

The voice was high and powerful, and the tone was filled with infinite longing for the future and deep desire for freedom.

And the statues that had been following closely behind him seemed to be infected by him. They let out strange roars one after another, and then took big strides, ready to rush out of the museum and run towards 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 ahead of them!

“Stay Back!”

Rango's body was suspended in the air, his eyes flashing scarlet light, staring at the group of statues in front of him that were ready to move.

He was very experienced in dealing with these resurrected museum collections. Back then at the New York Museum, in order to establish his own authority, he ruthlessly broke the heads of dozens of Japanese samurai in front of many collections.

Sure enough, the statues that were immersed in excitement were shocked by Rango's momentum. They were instantly silent, and they looked at Rango who was standing in front of them in horror.

However, although he was able to intimidate most of the statues, he was powerless against the leading ones.

Zeus showed no fear when he saw this. He gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "Where do you want us to go back to? This is not our country!"

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Rango was stunned by the question. He glanced at the English words on the sign in front of the museum: The British Museum, and 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 far. Once you leave the range of the resuscitation gold medal, you will become lifeless dead things again."

"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, "What do the people of this country regard us as? Trophies of war to show off their military power?"

"Fuck! I would rather smash my head against this damn museum than stand as a witness to Greece being invaded and plundered!"

Before he finished speaking, in front of everyone's shocked gazes, Zeus actually moved his body and jumped from the stone sculpture's hand!
He closed his eyes tightly and shouted loudly: "For Greece! Freedom!!!"

The rest of the collections seemed to be infected by his emotions and began to roar and scream.

Especially those Terracotta Warriors from the East, under the leadership of the general, were even ready to brandish their spears and rush towards Buckingham Palace, even if they died on the way.

Rango quickly stepped forward and accurately caught the bust of Zeus that was about to commit suicide.

He really didn't quite understand. If real historical figures had such a strong sense of belonging to their respective motherlands, he could completely understand it.

But most of these guys in front of me are products of mythology. Logically, they should have no national boundaries. This sense of belonging is a bit too strong.

“Okay, okay.”

Rango put Zeus on the ground and patiently raised his hand to comfort 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 caught or become a motionless statue again."

"How about this"

Rango patted his chest and promised solemnly, "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 do you think?"

Zeus looked at the boy in front of him suspiciously: "Why should we trust you?"

"You can only choose to believe me."

Rango looked at Zeus seriously and said, "I also have a museum in New York. 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 are a Greek Roman. I am willing to believe you. But."

The old man suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Can you secretly bring me to your museum without telling those guys behind me? This feeling of resurrection is really great. I don't want to go back to being that damn statue!"

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When Rango heard this, he was speechless for a moment.

He thought this old guy loved his country so deeply.
However, it would not be a bad thing for him to have a statue of a knowledgeable mythological figure. Rango nodded and agreed without much hesitation.

Next, under the persuasion of Zeus, the leader, many collections returned to the museum half-believingly.

Rango took the opportunity to visit it, and he had to admit that compared with the British Museum, the museum he had visited in New York was like a small country toilet.

Whether in terms of area or number of collections, they are far from comparable.

Many of the collections here are of immeasurable value just by looking at them, even without professional comments.

At this moment, Rango was standing in the China Pavilion, looking at the countless ancient calligraphy and paintings and jade and porcelain, and he couldn't help but feel the urge to pack them up and take them away.

"that."

Just as the Terracotta Warriors were returning to their positions and the armored Eastern general was about to return to the underground, Rango couldn't help but raise his hand and asked, "May I know your name, General?"

Perhaps because he heard the language of his homeland, the general on the bronze carriage glanced at Lango and coldly spat out two words: "Wang Jian!"

".Awesome!"

Rango was shocked. He didn't expect that this museum would house the terracotta warriors of Qin Dynasty generals.

He quickly gave a thumbs up and solemnly promised: "Please rest assured, I will find a way to send everyone home within a week at most!"

Wang Jian looked at Lango deeply and replied briefly: "Thank you very much."

After saying this, he drove away with the chariot without looking back and returned to the storage room below.

Looking at his back, Rango felt a sense of emotion. If he were in his previous life, he would definitely want to get close to him and show his identity as a descendant of Yan and Huang.

But now.
He looked at himself in the mirror and shrugged helplessly.

Just live your own life first.
(End of this chapter)