"Type 1 Sweep!"

A roar that seemed to shatter the earth came from Neil Kohler's mouth.

Rich white light suddenly burst from his chest and abdomen, bathing him in it.

Suddenly, a flash of white light flashed, and a huge broadsword swept across the spot.

The gray-white mist seemed to be swept out directly by the powerful air currents of the broadsword, and all kinds of roaring and painful sounds were made in the future.

"Oh my God, there's something in the gray mist?"

Ameth-Moghredy stepped back and hid beside the mighty Neil Kohler, who had experienced all kinds of battles, and his personal strength may not be very prominent, but his means of saving his life were far more than ordinary people.

The most powerful and outstanding force in this team is not their mercenaries, not their new generation of firing pistols, but the knight - Neil Kohler.

He had seen the power of these knights, whether it was dark creatures or supernatural beings, everything would be torn apart by their powerful holy powers.

Everything was not as he expected, after Neil Kohler, who seemed to be like a lion, burst out of his knightly attack, the billowing thick gray mist was instantly emptied.

Ameth-Mogredi took advantage of this gap to see that in the gray mist that had been scattered, there seemed to be hideous monster phantoms constantly appearing.

"Everyone—come to me!"

Neil Kohler roared at the panicked crowd, and he didn't rush forward alone, but kept his eyes on Molly Gershwin beside him from time to time, trying not to leave his sight of the Doge's daughter.

Although he didn't know what Molly Gershwin, who had launched the expedition, was for, or why the wise and heroic Governor would agree to such an uncoordinated action proposed by his daughter, as a knight who had fought with the Governor for many years, he had the ancient virtue of protecting his allegiance.

At the same time, he was vigilant against the strange gray fog that suddenly appeared around this pyramid, in his more than ten years of conquest career, whether it was the ancient Madi civilization, or the later civilization of the Aztec Empire, whether it was a black witch, a yin spirit, a miasma, or a ghost, he had seen too much, once he led hundreds of thousands of people to defeat tens of thousands of natives, and years of experience told him that the way to deal with it now was to stabilize his position.

The panicked mercenaries gradually stabilized their positions under Neil Kohler's roar, and at this moment everyone had no time to care about their comrades who had been killed, but the muzzles of their guns slowly converged in a circle, concentrating on dealing with the gray fog around them.

In a panicked crowd, at this moment only Molly Gershwin, who was wearing a hood so that everyone could not see the expression on her face clearly, had a pair of eyes that were shining, like stars.

The fog grew thicker and thicker, and in a short period of time, the surrounding scene seemed to change completely, and everyone present vaguely felt as if they were in another world.

The sunlight and the rainforest seemed to disappear in an instant, after the gray mist appeared.

In the unreal thick gray mist, the huge pyramid that seemed mottled and surrounded by various vines seemed to them to be filled with a mysterious and strange aura in front of everyone at this moment.

"If you haven't entered the pyramid before you have entered such a danger, if you enter the pyramid?"

Ameth-Mogredy keenly felt an indescribable aura of danger, the natural feeling of an old oilman who had been wallowing for years.

Originally, I thought that there might be a lot of treasure in this pyramid, and even if there were no treasures, some frescoes and secrets would be kept and sent back to the Old World by scholars, the Holy See, and the Templars.

They are full of interest in all supernatural beings.

Now, though, Emmes-Moghredi has become extra vigilant, and at least for now, they have too few of them.

Neil Kohler held his broadsword in both hands, and after clearing an area with the sweep of his knightly skills, he held his breath, keeping an eye out for the gray mist that suddenly rolled up.

Everyone else had already seen that something seemed to exist in the gray mist, and it was naturally impossible for him not to pay attention to it.

"Let's get out first!"

Neil Kohler shouted to the mercenaries who had gathered together.

Molly Gershwin, who had been silent next to her, immediately called out after this order, "Uncle Khloe, we ......"

"Molly, there's something wrong with these gray fogs." Neil Kohler's face was as heavy as iron, interrupted Molly Gershwin's words, and slowly spoke, "We don't have enough manpower right now, I don't know what you want in the pyramid, but I suggest, it's better to quit first, and observe first."

Neil Kohler's instinct for danger makes him make a quick judgment, whether it is facing terrifying and strange dangers, or marching to war, the most taboo is always the unknown.

The gray fog didn't exist on the periphery of the pyramid before, but it only suddenly appeared after entering, and it seemed that they had triggered some kind of ban, which Neal Kohler didn't find strange.

The existence of ancient civilizations hidden in the depths of the dense forest, thousands of years has not decayed, and they will always have some secret little means.

The sound of clattering footsteps continued, and the remaining mercenaries began to slowly retreat towards the periphery after Neil Kohler's command, away from the ancient pyramid building.

Neil Kohler's broadsword gathered left and right, and he didn't use the powerful knight skill anymore, just instilled a little holy power, but the broadsword still swept away the gray mist.

Seeing such a situation, everyone can feel the chill that penetrates into their bones.

Everyone present at the fog knew what it was, but no one had ever thought that the fog seemed to be alive.

They know fear, fear of Neil Kohler's holy power.

But even more strange things happened one after another, they felt that they were exiting in the opposite direction of the pyramid, but after walking for a long time, everyone was not able to exit this gray fog area, but when they raised their heads again, they found that they were still at the bottom of the pyramid.

"Iokotel! Iocotel! ”

In the mercenary team, suddenly a person shouted loudly, and then prostrate on the ground towards the pyramid in front of him, constantly kneeling and saluting.

Neil Kohler turned his head to look over and saw that it was the guide of the operation who was shouting, and who had initially told him that he had made a discovery.

"Damn, what is he shouting?" In the mercenary team, Ameth-Mogredy scolded a little anxiously, and he already felt more and more deep fear of being trapped in this gray fog at the moment.

Neil Kohler is also increasingly aware of the unusualness of this area, at least for now, and with his strength, he may not be able to break through.

"He's talking about the land of the sunken."

While everyone was unaware of the Madi natives who were the guides, Molly Gershwin, who had been wearing a hood, suddenly opened her mouth and explained to everyone, "In the ancient Madi culture, this world has experienced four destructions, four solar ages. The second of these solar periods is Iokotel, which was later blown apart by the god of wind, destroying the world and becoming a place of destruction. The pyramid we see now is probably the architecture of the Aecotel period. ”

After saying this, everyone became more and more confused, most of them were mercenaries who couldn't read big characters, in order to make a fortune and explore treasures, where would they care about these cultural and historical things.

Molly Gershwin tore off her hood, but her delicate face was full of unprecedented brilliance, looking at the pyramid that was still in front of everyone after a circle, "It's really here, the miracle that was once preserved in the era of Iokotel." ”

Meanwhile.

On the periphery of the pyramid in the other direction from the crowd.

Pei Chu stood in the gray mist area that seemed to be restricted by an invisible force, and gently stretched out his fingers.

The lifeless gray mist suddenly changed, as if it had life, condensed into the shape of a snake's head, and bit down on his finger.

With a flick of Pei Chu, the gray mist that condensed into a snake's head was dispersed, and a little wisp of breath silently sank into his fingers.

Raising his head again, Pei Chu looked at the looming pyramid hidden in the gray mist, and frowned tightly.

He was familiar with these gray fogs, this was the gray fog he encountered in the second-layer dream world, but, why did it appear here?