A long stretch of yellow sand, as far as the eye can see, there are undulating sand dunes everywhere. It is as vast as the sea, vast and endless.

There wasn't even a cloud in the sky, and the scorching sun overhead poured down unhindered, drying the ground so that it could be used to fry eggs.

Occasionally, a breeze is set off, but it is also a dry heat stream with a strong earthy smell, which cannot bring even half a cent of coolness. Taking a deep breath, it seems that even my lungs are about to burn.

In this harsh environment, countless slaves are working tirelessly—if they are still conscious.

Viewed from above, the slaves are like tiny ants, lining up in a long queue in the desert. The limestone is hewn into a large square like a house and then padded with cobblestone pillars.

Slaves pulled the simple transport device with ropes like cattle, and carried the stones farther afield, where a hundred-blade-high quadrangular stone tower could be seen, all made of large limestone blocks.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would have been hard to imagine that such a magnificent building could have been completed by such humble means.

The gravel-like number of slaves and the work they handle together form an irresistible visual impact, overwhelming.

"Pyramids?" the lord reached out and hooked the sunglasses off the bridge of his nose, staring blankly into the distance.

The place where they emerged from the passage on the other side was in the shade of a nearly vertical cliff. The half-undead warrior didn't cause any movement, but when the lord followed, the undead who had been standing like a stone statue outside the shade suddenly moved slightly.

It seems to feel the breath of a living person.

Carlos was obviously wrong, and after hesitating for a long time, he said, "There shouldn't be any gold, right?"

"Those slaves were mummies. Hurt raised his longbow and aimed it at a visibly powerful giant zombie.

The Mighty Mister had a keen senses, and before the other undead were spinning around like flies, it was already hesitating and slowly approaching.

"Immortal hum", the cluster of arrows passed through the eye socket and went straight into the skull. The huge body suddenly collapsed weakly, and the small necromantic people were overwhelmed on their backs.

"It's a dead silence here. Richard sighed heartily.

Even if the building is amazingly magnificent, even if the slaves go back and forth for half a moment, it is completely mechanical, at most it can only be said to be moving, and it does not feel the slightest bit of life and beauty.

He walked to the edge of the shade and tentatively held out a finger to catch the daylight. The heat made the lord wonder if the undead who had been exposed to direct sunlight might have been at least seven ripe long ago.

"Yes, it's dead, it's empty and boring. Elizabeth frowned and tightened her grip on the halberd.

She had endured thousands of years in lonely underground caverns, and only recently began to experience the beauty of flowers and life, and she loved it extraordinarily. Naturally, I was disgusted by what I saw.

More necromancers picked up the slightest breath of the living and began to stir.

It's just that they're too unconscious to figure out what the problem is for the time being—the half-undead warriors of Alpine Fort seem to them to be of the same kind.

"Alas, a bunch of fools. "The lord took out the magnetic gun, loaded it, took aim, and fired it all in one go.

This finally stabbed the hornet's nest, and they began to swarm over.

Everyone had collectively dissolved the semi-undead, and the fresh breath of life suddenly made the undead crazy. The tall and sturdy Tiger Spirit Hunter stood in place, firing his bow and shooting freely with his arrows, and in an instant, he was put down.

The Titans seemed to be very confident in their rule, and there were not many guards near the spatial rift, and they were wiped out by arrows and magic in an instant.

The undead in the distance gathered again, and Richard whistled unhurriedly and led the people down the cliff to the top.

He has fought with the undead a few times, and the soul is much more elusive than **, which has various methods of preservation.

Therefore, it is easier for the newly born undead to save a little mind, but the decaying body cannot completely stop the loss of spirit. The old bacon in front of me, which is difficult to say to be thousands of years old, although the strength is not weak, can basically only have a little simple instinct left.

Right now, for example, they're gathering beneath the cliffs, not knowing what to do with the rain of arrows and magic.

"If it were all this intelligence, it would not be possible to pose a threat to the city guarded by the regular army. Dracula waved his hand, and a blood-colored cross slash popped straight out, "After all, the mind is the most powerful weapon. ”

"Don't underestimate your enemies. Richard put away the magnetic gun and replaced it with the dragon sword, "Even if it is demonized, the Titan can't be so stupid as not to understand this." ”

He soared into the air, because there was a yellow sand rolling in the sky, and the momentum was incomparably amazing. If it weren't for the fact that the scope was really small, Richard would have thought that he was unlucky enough to run into a sandstorm.

"Mortals, how dare you desecrate the realm of the true god Anuket!" a deafening roar flew close along with the dust.

The lord waited for a moment, and finally saw through the earthy yellow smoke and dust, and saw what was hidden—three giants more than ten blades tall wearing crowns of gold feathers, jeweled chest ornaments on their shoulders, and spotless beige wrapping around their waists.

Holding a scepter of cat, dog, and crocodile heads, they stand firmly on the wide granite platform with their feet.

The ancient and mysterious hieroglyphs are carved all around, and it is not difficult to see that it seems to record the ancient legend of the gods conquering the whole world.

What's even more amazing is that this stone platform is actually floating in the air at a height of more than a blade above the ground, and it is speeding at a speed like chasing stars and chasing the moon. Leaving behind him a surging cloud of sand, the momentum was astonishing and incomparably windy, and the lord's eyes were extremely hot.

Just by showing off, it is enough to fool a few village women and fools.

According to human standards, the elemental fluctuations of the frontmost giant can barely reach the Magus, and the latter two are slightly between the High Law and the Magi. In addition, with their size, hand-to-hand combat is definitely good, and their strength can be regarded as unmatched.

Worthy of daring to call himself a god.

But what impressed Richard the most were the eyes, red as blood and full of tyranny. If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then they are obviously completely insulated from any spiritual beauty.

Ever since seeing these three pieces, Chiqiu has shown a fear that he has never felt before. Curled up tightly in the crook of Richard's arm, trembling all over.

"It's the Titans. Elizabeth whispered.

"I didn't expect that after 10,000 years, it would be such a scene for humans to meet the Titans again. The lord soothed Qiqiu's fur and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Time can always change too much, and even the charge may not be what it was at the beginning.

"What then?" said Carlos, humbly asking his lord for advice.

"Kill them early and try not to work overtime. Richard was smirking unconsciously.