These full weights of gold, which can bury people, are not the same as the treasures of Barbossa, which are mixed with a lot of silverware and works of art, and the proportion of conversion into gold is not high.

Here, Gordon just converted the gold around and on his body, and the number on the system skyrocketed to two thousand gold coins, and his body felt a lot lighter.

Don't dare to charge too much, because this is the center circle of the enemy, and if you can keep a low profile, it's better to keep a low profile.

Gordon, who had risen from the ground, had simply looked at his condition, countless bruises, a large cut in his leg, and blood had stained his pants and shoes.

The gold gravel was embedded in the wounds, adding to the pain.

The healing of wounds does not come in a vacuum, the material consumed comes from the body itself, and hunger and weakness sweep through the body.

Gordon stumbled all the way, trying to avoid the eyes of the sky, and the wisest choice at this moment was to get out of this hellish place as soon as possible.

If possible, he must find Gore, the pig teammate, and give him a hard punch, no, he must beat him so hard that he can't get up.

As he walked along the ruins, the whole ground glowed, and there were no shadows to speak of, but the faint red light didn't seem to allow the eye to spot his whereabouts.

The great golden eye in the sky was still scanning the city, rising higher and higher, looking towards the waterhole, showing the way for all the resurrected legions.

But truth be told, until now, Gordon hadn't seen what the so-called legions really looked like, they were silent, and they had only footsteps in the dark world.

The entire El Dorado is a huge city, and just now, it took the two of them an hour to walk here from the waterhole, crossing countless buildings, and coming to this central square from the border.

With the help of these rays, he could see that the patterns on the ground were incomparably dense and mysterious, permeating all the buildings, and the golden and red lights shimmering together, illuminating the dome.

There, a visible membrane envelops the entire city, but above the current, there is a huge cavity, in the form of a rupture, which makes Gordon think that diving into another space does not seem to be the handiwork of a god, but the most original function of the city.

"I'm probably crazy to be able to enter a city in another dimension!"

He was amazed at his imagination, it was crazy.

Gordon looked at the buildings in front of him, these technologies that were completely out of this era, god-like means, if there was a possibility, they belonged to the race of the Sage Roberts, the creations of those ancient people.

Of course, they are also called the Precursors, the civilizations that first created and ruled over humanity, and if I am not mistaken, this city should belong to the same age as the Observatory, about 80,000 years ago.

80,000 years is a long time, and if the Precursors had such great power 80,000 years ago, Gordon could not imagine how humanity resisted the Precursors and liberated mankind under the leadership of Adam at that time.

"Is it biting with your teeth?"

This kind of thing can no longer be explained by science, and can only be maliciously spit out.

He crouched down on the ground and looked at it for a long time, before he remembered that he was still on the way to escape, and continued to limp out.

The whole city suddenly darkened a lot, and the golden eyes in the sky had stopped rising and expanding, and had come down again, and Gordon could probably know what was happening just by glancing back.

Either Gore has already surrendered, or he has escaped from Ascension.

Well, although Gore has cheated him more than once, but if he dies here like this, Gordon can't allow it, you must know that Gore has the key in his hand, holding the key to their next entry, and if Gore is caught, they will never think about fighting the idea of El Dorado again.

At this moment, Gordon could only hide silently behind the ruins, wanting to see what those legions, or soldiers, looked like, which made him very curious.

The golden eyes, the pupils that narrowed in the shape of dots, this is the deepest impression, but after those eyes, what I saw was an empty **.

These soldiers turned out to be human, or they were.

Their movements were blank, without any expression, and they looked stiff on their limbs, and they were not wearing clothes, but a layer of golden scale armor, which grew on the flesh like fish scales.

The hands were completely gone, and what remained were sharp blades, really, if it weren't for the faces that belonged to humans, those heads that were being eroded by gold, no one would have been able to tell that they were human.

This completely makes Gordon's scalp tingle, these people are likely to be adventurers who have entered here for thousands of years, corrupted, and assimilated into this, in fact, the most frightening thing is that he doesn't know the mechanism of this assimilation at all, maybe it starts when he enters here?

Quickly looked at his arm and touched his face, but fortunately, there was no such hard lump, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He was still lying in the rubble, waiting for the monsters to walk by, and he didn't see Gore being caught, nor the color of the blood, which was probably the best news so far.

But it was at this time that a clear footstep approached, and Gordon's hairs stood on end at the sound of metal striking, and from the very rough calculations, this army was about four hundred people, of course, this was only visible, I don't know if there was more hidden somewhere.

He didn't want to be hunted down in such a situation, and then touched the gold in front of him: "Convert, convert!"

The footsteps came closer, passing over Gordon's head, for he had already dug a hole, and then hid himself, staring at the mouth of the hole for fear of being discovered by the enemy.

The shadows are the best hiding place, in the dark cave, a golden soldier walked by, the residual consciousness made him feel that this cave was unusual, it was too regular, he leaned down, and then looked inside the cave, but the darkness obscured everything, he found nothing, and then went away.

Gordon hugged his legs and crouched inside, ready to climb out when all the footsteps had passed.

Seeing the light outside getting dimmer and the footsteps far away, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, that's it, fall back into ...... slumber"

Frightened, he crawled out of the cave, looked at the huge eyes that were almost disappearing in the distance, and showed a smile of relief.