That golden light was so dazzling that it gave people a very unreal feeling, and what made people feel even more unreal was that the waterfall was disconnected, and the golden light film like an eggshell shone from the sky, and a huge city broke through the sky, although only the golden corner was exposed, it was not difficult to imagine the whole enormity.

The hurricane blew the land, and the appearance of the El Dorado changed the color of the heavens and the earth, and the waterfall broke off, and the golden light enveloped the land, even obscuring the sun's brilliance.

Bettek was stunned, this scene would be forever etched in his memory, until he died, how shocking it was, like the power of a god.

"Get out of here, everybody, get out of here!"

He had lost his usual grace, and was filled with panic, and roared loudly at the soldiers who followed him, and himself, staggering behind him, for his feet had begun to weaken.

He couldn't care about Serena anymore, he had lost all his gentlemanly demeanor, this was not the twenty-first century of information explosion, what kind of shock it was in this era when even lighting was a problem, and cities made of gold were overwhelming.

The camp was two kilometers away from the waterfall, but it was definitely not a safe distance, and the soldiers panicked to set up the wounded, as well as the unconscious adjutant Gore, and the wounded Burton.

Betek turned on his horse, but El Dorado's intimidation caused the horse to panic and frantically burrow into the jungle ahead, injuring many soldiers.

The earth was shaking, the shadows were beginning to spread farther away, and the panicked soldiers could not help but want to look back at the creation of the gods, almost all the unbelievers, at this moment, had the most devout faith in God.

Standing at the top of the temple in the center of El Dorado, Gordon stared into the sunlight and looked down at the ground hundreds of meters below, cracking his parched lips and laughing.

The water of the waterfall poured on his body, extending his life for him, although he was extremely weak, but at this moment, he finally felt a new life, and saw the green earth again, it was extremely moving, and he finally escaped from the golden hell.

Back yesterday afternoon, while the Spaniards were planning their attack, Gordon walked weakly in the temple, watching the gold coins spill with great ease.

"Evan Gordon!"

A voice echoed through the temple, filling every space like a bell in the twilight.

"Hallucinations, haha, was this the case before dying?"

Gordon's body was a little dry and already in a state of severe dehydration, and at the moment he had seen the metropolis of the twenty-first century, with all the traffic, but the gold coin in his hand kept reminding him that it was just an illusion.

He clung to the golden wall and fell to the ground, he couldn't hold it anymore.

He had seen survival in the wilderness until people could continue their lives by drinking their own urine when they were severely short of water, but at this moment, he couldn't do it at all, and the strong smell and fishy smell made him give up this idea in an instant, and he would rather die than let himself be so embarrassed.

As the saying goes, the head can be broken, the blood can flow, and the hairstyle cannot be messed up.

He couldn't find a way to leave, and even if he lived for two days, what was the point?

Through the tall golden pillars, he could see the golden soldiers neatly arranged outside the temple, and what was even more speechless was that the knight statue, who had thought it was only two statues, was now looking at him with a huge golden heavy sword, as long as he dared to go out, it would be a meatloaf.

"It's just a joke!"

He continued to scatter gold coins and bury almost all of his body.

"Stop, if you don't want to die yet!"

The voice continued to sound, but Gordon had already decided that he was hallucinating and didn't pay any attention to it.

"I think we can make a deal, a way for you to survive. ”

This sentence is interesting, and Gordon really wants to know how to survive in his own fantasy.

"Well, let's hear it!"

He leaned against the wall and felt weak, as if he was about to fall asleep, and he couldn't even throw away the gold.

"Become a Golden Soldier!"

"Well, it's not interesting, I'd rather die!"

What good is it for a golden soldier? There is no feeling, no feeling, like a puppet being manipulated by others, it is better to die?

A giant made entirely of gold stepped down from the throne of the temple, causing the earth to tremble, crouching in front of Gordon at a height of twenty meters just by visual inspection.

"Hey, dude, how do you know my name?"

Gordon looked at the giant in front of him and smiled, laughing extremely happily, his hallucinations were really getting more and more unscientific.

"My name is Mimir, Lord of El Dorado, and if you want to survive, become one of my soldiers. ”

Gordon pursed his lips in disdain, looked at the monsters outside that had not been completely transformed, and laughed: "When, the transformation of the golden soldier still needs the consent of others?"

"I'll let you live, and you, you can set me free. ”

The giant who called himself Mimir smashed his fist on the ground, and Gordon was instantly shaken and hammered away, mixed with countless gold coins, one meter above the ground, and then fell down hard.

The pain of the impact woke Gordon up a lot, and he began to realize what kind of person he was in front of.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to be a Golden Soldier......"

"Look me in the eye!"

The giant spoke again, and Gordon, under the influence of the voice, unconsciously looked into the giant's eyes, and the pupils of the golden symbol.

The eyes burned like a deep imprint, into Gordon's eyes, and then into his brain.

"Ahh

Gordon let out a hoarse roar, the muscles in his neck bulging in pain, and of course, the burning heat brought not only pain, but also memories.

"Get those damn parasites out of this world!"

A handsome blonde man resembling a myth stands confidently on the altar, holding a metal orb carved with intricate and delicate patterns in his hand, and placing it on the glowing altar.

"Are the apples ready?" he asked, looking this way.

"Everything is fine, thirty-six, preparing for synchronization ......"

"Prepare for the end of the world, moths......"

......

Demons descended from the void, and with the most rudimentary weapons in their hands, they attacked the gold-forged fortress.

The incomparably magnificent Golden Fortress, countless cannon barrels protruding from the bunker, flames and death filled the entire space, a song of destruction was played, the sky was dyed red, and countless soldiers wore golden armor, one after another, resisting the attack of demons.

"Victory is ours!"

"Roar!"

"They're just a bunch of monsters, and there's no god there!"

"Kill them!"

The soldiers shouted angrily, clenched their swords in their hands, and they shouted from the wide square, and then rushed to the very edge of the fortress.

Gordon looked up and could see that the transparent film of light had pierced a hole, and demons had swarmed in. , you are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie

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