"Be careful, I'm afraid there will be some mechanism." Ötzi made a wary look of battle, his heavy sword in his hand.

"Could there be anything special in there, such as gold and silver treasures?" Bowers was like a money junkie.

"Let's be careful, if there's a trap we're all done." Scott got serious.

A stone door with nothing on it, not even a pattern.

The moment they pushed the stone gate open, all the torches standing behind the stone gate were lit, and Scott saw what was in front of them clearly, it was really great, this was a palace as tall as a football field, it was brightly lit, and it was clean as if no one had ever come.

"What's the matter with those torches that lit themselves?" Oates frowned.

"Who knows, it is estimated that it is the 'magic' of the ancients." Bowers was unimpressed, because he had seen so many strange things at sea.

"Well, you look in the deepest part of the palace, it looks like there's something." Evans paid attention to everything around it, and he thought it was more like an old execution ground.

"It's just three huge stone pillars." Scott disagreed, and he extinguished the torch in his hand, and when he returned, the torch would still work.

"I should have brought a mobile camera," Oates said regretfully.

"Well, let's take a look and leave, I'm always uncomfortable at this time." Evans said.

"I should have left you outside to look at your luggage," Powers grumbled.

Scott and his party walked towards the depths of the palace, where there stood three large pillars surrounded by ten people, they could not see clearly in the distance, and when they entered, they were stunned, Scott took two steps back, his eyes wide as a bell.

"What's that?" Scott asked.

"Angels?" Evans said horrified.

Six huge wings, with a shimmering body, were closed, and they couldn't see the face of the man who was locked in chains of black flames, and maybe even if they did, they would have forgotten it, because there was some untainish power in him.

"Let's leave!" Evans knelt on the ground, he was terrified, this was the most terrible thing he had ever seen in his life, although he longed to see God and angels every day, but he was very scared when he really saw him, probably because the angel in front of him was imprisoned by the chain thicker than his thigh, "fallen angel" This is a terrible word that popped out of his head, is this really a place of execution "God!" ”。

"Well, I suddenly felt like leaving." Bowers said that he was used to seeing strange things, but the ten-meter-tall behemoth tied to the top of the stone pillar in front of him had never seen it before, although it looked like an angel.

Scott paused, didn't say anything, but turned around and left, Oates followed, they were so ruthless that it would take them a lot of time to get out.

Evans crawled behind.

"Footsteps." Oates' auditory hallucinations manifested here, and there were other footsteps besides them.

"You're hallucinating."

"No, that's true." Evans said, pointing in horror at the 'people' coming from both sides

"They're enemies, run." Bowers said.

"What is that, skeletons, those are not people, they are skeletons, and knights, those knights on horseback, they came out of nowhere, and there was nothing when we came in." Scott was a little confused.

"This is a 'land of the dead.'" Bowers reacted, because he had been in a similar situation at sea, no human life, no life, resurrected skeletons and ghosts everywhere, but there was nothing like an 'angel' there.

"What are we going to do?" Evans asked.

"Hurry up and get out, it's better to get out of this ruined city." Bowers said, running with the sword in his hand, heavy in his hand, but he felt that the sword in his hand might save his life.

Knights on skeletal horses charged Scott and them, and the knights' masks sounded "Intruder, intruder." "Scott, they don't understand what those things are saying, because it's an ancient script.

"Oh no, they're starting to get angry." Evans said.

"It's unfortunate that we didn't do anything." Scott was complaining.

"It's all your fault, I told you, don't come to this place." Oates is also complaining.

"Who would have thought that something like this would happen, what the hell is that stuff." Scott said.

"Don't make any noise, there is the exit ahead, hurry up, don't fall behind, those things will kill, I don't want to die in this place, I don't think anyone will find my body." Bowers reprimanded the two men behind him.

Scott stopped talking, he knew it was all because of him, and if he hadn't insisted on coming, nothing like this would have happened.

Evans did run quickly, and he was at the front, probably because of his youth.

The gate was in front of him, and the skeletons also chased after him, although there were not many of them, only a few knights and a few skeleton soldiers, but they all had swords and spears in their hands, and Oates saw the opportunity, and dragged the sword in his hand and slashed at the leg of a knight who rushed towards him, and the whole skeleton fell apart.

"What are you doing?" Powers said, he was surprised to see that Oates was lying on the ground, because the impact of the skeleton horse just now was too heavy, so inertia allowed him to lie on the ground.

"Watch out for you." Oates quickly got to his feet and pushed Bowers aside, and a skeleton soldier slashed into the air.

"Thank you." Bowers was grateful.

"Let's go." Scott beckoned, and he threw his sword like a javelin at a knight in the distance.

"Let's go." Oates pulled Powers, who was in a daze.

Evans had already entered the corridor, and he wanted to close the door, so he went back to the door, and slammed it shut.

Scott then he was also helping to close the stone door, but the stone door couldn't be closed, and the moment Oates and Powers ran out, the skeleton behind them jumped up and wanted to catch them, but when they reached the door, they seemed to have hit something and were bounced back.

"They can't get out?" Evans was overjoyed to see this.

"It's a magical enchantment." Powers says he knows a lot about it.

Coincidentally, when the skeleton hit the invisible wall, the stone door closed on its own, and finally became the half-hidden door again, and the trace of light disappeared from the door.

At this time, Oates squatted down and covered his ankles, "It's really unlucky, I twisted my foot just now." ”

"It's okay!" Scott asked.

"It's not much, it's fine in two days, and it's not a fracture." Oates said, smiling.