An empty beach facing east of Hamm Island is densely populated with indigenous people. More than two dozen shoddy wooden boats ran aground on the beach, the largest of which had a deck and canvas, and on the deck stood a man - none other than Marcus himself.

"Forward! Each team will get on board in an orderly manner according to the formation!" The bald head and the indigenous translator Tim and a dozen or so indigenous captains (Marcus divided the official positions of the natives, the size of the official position is based on the number of gold weapons in the hands of the natives, ordinary aboriginal soldiers will not carry any gold weapons in their hands, before the expedition, Marcus dotted a red dot in the center of each native's forehead, in order to make it easier for them to distinguish friend from foe, after all, in the eyes of Marcus, this group of black natives looks almost the same, if they are mixed with the same kind without marking, it is really messy enough) to maintain order below, after a few weeks of language training, Tim's foreign language level has been rapidly improved, now except for some obscure wordsThere was no longer any problem with some basic combat communication in daily life, and the natives who had been trained understood the meaning of "forward, backward, and protect the leader".

"Good. Marcas watched with great accomplishment as more than twenty wooden boats were filled with natives, but his only complaint was that the natives' shipbuilding skills were so poor that he noticed that several of the inferior ships were leaking into them, so he had to put several natives in charge of scooping the water out.

"So be it, in the name of the god of gold, set off, go forward!, my soldier, take the island ahead of me!" Marcus roared as he stood at the top of the deck of the main ship, wearing ten gold rings on his ten fingers, and drew his sword majestically.

"Woo-~~!!!" a fat native behind Marcas picked up a conch twice as big as his head and blew a rhythmic conch sound.

Although Hamm Island was so close to the surrounding islands that in some places it was possible to pass by the canes of the trees alone, as a competent leader, Marcus felt the need to train them to log in in a more formal and civilized way, rather than dangling from the trees like an army of wild monkeys.

"Chief, what's next?" The bald man wore nine gold objects on his hands, one less than Marcas, and was the second in the natives.

"Of course, it's burning, killing, plundering, and going to the pinnacle of life!hahaha!" Marcas's eyes rekindled a flame, as if he had returned to the youth of a hot-blooded man.

After tossing and turning at sea for a while, Marcas and his party finally arrived at another neighboring island, which was only slightly smaller than Hamm Island, called Chaoyang Island, where dozens of indigenous women were crouching on the shore, making seagrass nets. When they looked up and saw more than twenty huge wooden ships, their expressions were bewildered, and their hearts were almost broken.

The "Woo Wow !!" boats lowered their pedals one after another, and one after another, nearly three hundred natives with bone spears held high rushed down, instantly subduing most of the bewildered female natives. A few of them managed to escape into the bushes, presumably to ventilate the news.

"Very good, keep going!" Marcus disembarked with the trumpeter and the logistics formation, and continued to issue orders, followed by the boomerang soldiers, net rope detachments, and looting squads behind After receiving the order, they followed the bald heads and charging bone spearmen, and also pursued them in groups.

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"Woo... My head hurts..."Evan got up from the ground holding his aching head, and he struggled to get up, finding that his body was several times heavier than before.

Evan checked his clothes and found that the bracelet was still there, but he couldn't sense Bubu's breath. Where's this... It was pitch black, dark and red, there was no moon or stars in the sky, and all around were craggy rocks, exuding scorching energy. There seemed to be a lot of people around who were staring at this place, which made Evan feel creepy.

"Wang..."Hadiwen, who was lying next to him, gradually regained his senses under the weak licking of the wind god. It seems to have a strong inhibitory and repulsive effect on the stalker.

"You're finally awake, hey, hey, hey..."A swordsman walked out of the darkness not far away, he didn't have a helmet, just a joker's mask, "Welcome to the Dark Realm, I'm the Joker, the protagonist of this upcoming perfect show." The clown's voice was smiling, and he made a polite opening salute as he spoke.

"Joker... One of the Six Swordsmen of Tanatos, the Sword of Destiny!" Hardiwin recognized the "V" emblem on the clown's armor and the long sword behind it, "I didn't expect to meet such a person today. ”

"The Dark Domain, what the hell is it...", Evan struggled to move his steps, and found that there was an inexplicable force field in this so-called "Dark Domain", which made his actions extremely difficult.

"Could it be that we are already dead..."Hardiwin had heard the term "Dark Realm", and after the death of life in the human realm, the soul went to the Dark Realm, where it suffered infinite reincarnation and endless atonement. But since the Joker is here, is the Joker dead too? Hardiwin was in a state of confusion beyond his comprehension as a normal person.

"No, you're not dead, two dear guests, this is the only one in the world and the perfect stage for performance. The clown took a few steps closer and said impassionedly, the cold armor making a crisp metal crash with the swing of his body, and then a coin appeared in his hand out of nowhere, and he tossed it gracefully, "I don't have the right to decide how you die, but this fate coin can." ”

"Smack!" The result was revealed, and the obverse of the coin was transformed into a cage pattern.

"Then, please keep your eyes open, and now I invite two distinguished guests to perform a wonderful stage play for you! Performance, Opening ——!" Four huge stone walls rose from the ground in response, forming a cuboid cage in an instant, enveloping Evan and Hardiwin together. The surface cracked, and the dark magma, hot enough to melt souls, burst out, wrapping the four walls of the cage tightly together.

There is a door in the ceiling with a keyhole in the door, which seems to be the only safe exit from this cage.

"Uhhhh

"This room won't last long, and once the lava from the Dark Realm enters, your souls will cease to exist... But thankfully, the only exit is above, and I've already given you the key, right in your heart, poof, hahaha, hurry up, oh, the walls are starting to smoke!" The clown's maniacal laughter filled the room.

It may have been a little show for him, but in the eyes of Evan and Hadiwin, they were in the most dangerous crisis ever.