He couldn't help but admit that Sayero's gender inversion was ...... It's so erotic.

He blushed and sweated, but the footsteps were close to the door, and Sayaro's crotch was pressed against his, his hands ripped down his pants, and he grabbed his waist and shook it hard.

"You need to realize that you're raping me now, Helo."

Helo's face was about to burn through the hood, he helplessly lifted the hem of Sayero's skirt and twisted his ass like a beast, while Sayero raised his head and gasped in his ear with his mouth open, but Hello had the illusion that he was □□ in women's clothes, and his muscles tightened.

- It wasn't until this moment that he realized what was hidden under Sayra's serious exterior.

The door was slammed open: "Oh-ha! Look what I found! Tyson, I said where did you go, it turned out that you were hiding here alone to enjoy yourself? ”

Helo didn't dare to speak, he buried his head in the light and "worked hard", and couldn't help but let out that refreshing low roar.

"Forget it, don't bother you, don't play this slave to death, leave it to us to play!"

Helo nodded in agreement.

The door slammed back shut.

He stopped breathlessly, one hand resting on Sayaro's shoulder, trembling slightly.

"Old Pervert ......"

He struggled to brace himself, but was grabbed by Sayaro's waist.

"We've got to switch." Sayaro looked up from his chest, his voice hoarse but calm.

"Huh?" Before Helo could come to his senses, he fastened the unbuttoned body armor.

"You can't infiltrate those mercenaries, but it's much easier to disguise slaves."

Even if Helo was reluctant, he had to admit it.

Reluctantly, he changed into the dress, and switched with Sayero's disguise, not allowing them to catch their breath, the car door was once again violently hammered, and several mercenaries outside the door shouted a little impatiently: "Hey, Tyson, it's our turn!" It's time for you to go on patrol! ”

The door was kicked open, Helo nervously grasped the gun at his waist, Shayero stood aside, several mercenaries pushed and shoved, closed the door, and pounced like a wolf and tore Helo's skirt.

But in the blink of an eye, Sayaro dropped them to the ground, twisted their necks, and threw down the gouge they had climbed into.

Helo got up, patted the dust off his body, bent his knees against the car door in case someone suddenly came, and vigilantly stuck to the car door to listen to the movement outside.

As soon as Sayero turned around, he saw this scene, and his breath tightened.

The hem of his dress was torn, revealing his slender thighs wrapped in flesh-colored tights, and the lines were clearly pulled by this pose, dazzlingly graceful, and Sayero's gaze climbed up like a lust-madman, and he couldn't even blink his eyelids.

Turning his head to meet Sayero's revealing eyes, Helo subconsciously pulled the hem of his skirt and fumbled with the switch on his watch: "Hey, don't look at me like this, otherwise I'll turn off the shielding mode!" Are you still doing quests, or are you just trying to play some weird game with me here until dawn? ”

As he spoke, he made a gesture to push the door, but Sayaro immediately held him back from behind.

"I can't get out yet." He pinched Helo's red earlobe, turned on the communication device, and reached into the hem of Helo's skirt as he checked the other members' positions.

"Report your bearings."

"Number 2 has infiltrated the pyramids. OVER。 ”

"No. 3 took control of the sentry. OVER。 ”

"Discovery of the underpass on the 4th. OVER。

"No. 5 discovers the power system hub. OVER。 ”

……

There was an orderly report from the communicator, and Sayaro was methodically carrying out the movements of his hands, and Helo was touched by him and wanted to scream, but the communicator was at his mouth, he didn't dare, his warm lips bit his earlobe through the hood, the skirt was lifted up, all the way to his chest, and a hot hard object rested on the thin fabric of the leotard against his buttocks, as if it was about to penetrate it and insert it.

The fear of pregnancy returned, mixed with the pleasure of shame, and the electricity struck the spine.

He bit his lip and locked the □□ in his throat.

There was a noisy electric current in his ears, and Sayaro turned on the communication device like this, and in this dangerous and dark carriage, unscrupulously... Play some kind of weird game with him.

"GET READY TO ENTER THE PYRAMID, OVER." Shayero's final report.

And finally, the communicator was mercifully turned off.

Helo gasped, and Sayero pulled his hand out and kissed him on the neck in a heartfelt way

"I really want to do ...... here"

"Come less, your teammates are waiting for you!" Helo slapped his hand sharply, and Sayaro let go and adjusted his breathing.

"I know, so I'll make it up later. Yes...... I really want to end the mission early and go home with you to have a baby. ”

"Sayero!" Helo slapped his hand away from his abdomen and cursed unbearably.

"Ready? The next situation may not be something you can handle lightly. Sayaro took him into his arms, his arms tightened, and he was a little reluctant to let go.

"At least it's easier than coping with you." Helo pushed his elbow against his body, pushed the car door open, turned his head and glanced at him resentfully, "GO?" ”

Sayaro grabbed him by the arm and dragged him out of the car door, his movements were rough on the surface, but in fact they were light, and what everyone saw was a mercenary holding a freshly humiliated slave into the ranks of slaves. Helo staggered to his feet, and Sayaro walked in the opposite direction to him, and in a vague sense of unease, Sayero's voice came from the communicator hidden in his ear.

"Come in with those slaves, and I'll keep an eye on you."

Chapter80

Who's scared? He sneered, straightened his back, and was too late to be happy to be able to break away from Sayero's protection.

"Hurry up!" A small group of mercenaries whipped their electric whips and hurried beside them, almost hitting Helo's calves, and he stumbled up with all the slaves.

"Hey, do you know what we're going to be sent in for?"

When the mercenary walked away, Helo whispered to a thin teenager next to him, and the other party shook his head in confusion: "I don't know." They gave the owner some money to buy me, and I came. ”

"Who knows? Maybe it's to die, anyway, for □□ people like us, the fate is the same everywhere. A woman interjected, the desperation in her tone that made Helo's heart palpitate.

In a short time, they entered the interior of the pyramid.

In front of him, there was a huge hole leading to the ground, as deep as hell, and in the cracks in the rock walls of the cave were some strange red flowers, which looked like they were born on the corpse infected with the "Flower of Evil", but the petals were much larger.

An ominous sense of crisis pervades my mind.

"Send them down, this is the last batch, right?"

"There's another batch to follow."

A group of mercenaries shouted and walked over, whipping with electric whips, and drove them to the elevator that could enter the hole. The elevator was old-fashioned, like the one of centuries ago, and could carry a hundred people at a time, and several mercenaries jumped down with them, and the communicator in Helo's ears trembled.

Realizing that Sayaro was nearby, he turned his head and swept around, and sure enough, he saw a person looking at him, but quickly turned his head back away. His heart settled down suddenly.

With Sayero by his side, he has the courage to defeat Yiqiē.

The elevator slowly sank and the surroundings gradually fell into darkness. Using the searchlight of the mercenary's body, Helo discovered that the walls of the ancient tomb were carved with frescoes. The frescoes have been worn down over thousands of years, but some of them are still faintly recognizable. Judging from the content of the frescoes and the order from top to bottom, it is discernible that the first one is to the effect that the winged god was born from an altar of strange shape (he could not think of a more suitable adjective, though it looked more like a nest); The second depicts a god descending from a planet in the sky to the earth, which the ancient Egyptians believed to be hemispherical; The third is the worship of the gods, surrounded by flowers; In the fourth, the gods choose one of the humans, ascend to the sky, and return to the lair.

The last one is the one that surprises him the most, and it seems to depict the god intercourse with man, eating him into his womb, and a newborn baby being reborn from the arms of the gods.

The connection between these paintings gave him an indescribable sense of peculiarity.

He didn't know much about Egyptian mythology, but the paintings didn't look like ancient Egyptian murals in those museums, but like they came from a very different culture.

Could this have been carved after Yom Kippur? He looked closer, and sure enough, behind the carved marks mottled some older colors and rock formations.

The frescoes were covered with the ancient Egyptian frescoes erased. There were spell-like words engraved on it, but he couldn't make out which language it was, it looked less like an ancient language and more like a ...... Strings of function code, or some alien language.

Could it be that some alien creatures who invaded Earth after the Yom Kippur were left behind? He pondered, silently jotting down one of them, and found that Sayero was also observing, standing still thoughtfully.

Sayero told him that they had come here to fetch a meteorite called a negative energy source, which was related to the fate of the whole world, because its energy was more powerful than a hundred particles of missiles combined, and it was enough to easily destroy the United States and China, the two core countries that maintain the normal operation of the world.

Once that thing is taken away by an anti-human terrorist like Isaiah and falls into the hands of Thorn Heaven, the future fate of humanity is in jeopardy.

Does this negative energy source have any connection with the content on these murals?

A thought popped into his mind, and he vaguely felt that there was some inseparable connection.

Thinking like this, suddenly, several deafening gunshots pierced the silence in the big hole, and Helo was shocked to see that Sayero had shot and killed the mercenaries, and the elevator suddenly fell into a commotion, and the slaves screamed and jumped up, and Sayero strode towards him and took him into his arms, and he was surprised to ask what was going on, but the elevator had already begun to go up.

"Let's get out of here."

"What's wrong?" Helo couldn't react, and his Sayakoro seemed to have made their disguise meaningless.

"Gotta get out of here, it's a complete trap!" Shayero looked up at the hole above, his grip on his hand as cold as iron.

"What? How did you tell? Helo warily grabbed the gun on his back.

"The murals, and the words. They are all metaphors for one thing. ”