The waves were tumbling for no reason, the water was boiling, and a behemoth was faintly emerging from the bottom of the water.

The Extraordinary Gentlemen's Alliance jumped onto the shore one after another, and when they looked up, it was a dark and invisible night.

"An hour ago, we were still under the sun, but now, it's night"

"Shows that we have come to the right place, King of the Night, and is now on this land"

The "gentlemen" looked curiously in an exclamatory tone, and although they themselves possessed some abilities that were more or less beyond the imagination of ordinary people, it was still strange to think that such an exaggerated thing as turning day into night would be incredible.

"We should have brought that steam car on board in California, it would have been much more comfortable now."

d'Artagnan muttered disgruntled that a "ranger" like him could have a lot more face in a cool steam carriage than in a horse-drawn carriage.

"Man, in someone else's territory, with the idea of someone else's head, let's keep a low profile"

Courtman laughed and patted him on the shoulder, and he quickly noticed Diana's gaze, a woman who had always been silent and was now looking around in a daze.

Courtman followed her gaze and saw that on their way, countless Indians were walking in one direction on foot.

The men were withered, haggard, physically and mentally exhausted, but their faces exuded a look of devotion and fanaticism, and they bowed all the way Kootman saw young mothers with their children trudging along the road, their lips chapped because of hunger and thirst, but they still walked with great determination, and the weak children fell on the way and died, but the mother only kissed them on the forehead, and then abandoned them by the side of the road, and went on the way

Looking further on, there are more pilgrims walking on the road, and there are also more corpses lying on the road.

"Hell" someone scolded in a low voice, no one knew what he was scolding, everyone stopped talking, the relaxed color on their faces disappeared, and became solemn.

It was as if there was a huge shadow, like the night overhead, slowly falling down, pressing on their hearts little by little.

It was a depressing and dreary journey, and it was not until they reached their destination, New Delhi, the capital of India, that the situation took a new turn.

A little bright golden light became the most dazzling presence in the night, and everyone in the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen noticed a golden statue perched high on the altar.

He had four faces and four arms, and the golden illusory runes swirled endlessly around him, and his body continued to radiate a solemn and grand light.

"Guys, you say if we screw off the head of this guy with four faces, will these people tear us apart in anger" The joke told by d'Artagnan was not funny at all, and everyone's faces were a little ugly, because in this spacious square there were countless believers worshipping their gods.

"Good news and bad news," Cottman said suddenly, and everyone turned to look at him.

"The good news is that your fears won't come true, this four-faced man has his back to the believer, and if you look closely, you will see that he himself is also prostrating himself, obviously, this guy is not our target"

"The bad news," Cottman pointed out, only to see a majestic and beautiful palace standing in the opposite direction of the four faces, with dark red clouds tumbling in the sky, changing into hideous and terrifying shapes.

"Our target is obviously very difficult to deal with"

Cottman's tone was grim, and the rest of the group noticed the vision.

"!" d'Artagnan pulled out his new automatic rifle and spat hard, "Since we're all here, I'm going to have to give it a try, but I got a lot of good stuff from that guy in Hughis before I left."

The crowd was noncommittal, and their faces showed cruelty, the truth that people die for money, birds die for food, and outlaws like them understand that there is no risk, why should they take the wealth of Solomon's treasure ten times.

"So, how do I get in?" said Coatman, touching his rough chin, a thoughtful expression.

Ten minutes later, the group appeared behind the square with strange faces, and the palace complex was not far in front of them.

No one noticed them, and there were no werewolf guards or vampires, and they walked in with ease.

Everyone began to look at this strange place in front of them, like a small town, the streets and shops, there were passers-by sitting on benches on the side of the street drinking tea and reading the newspaper, and the outside was like two worlds.

"What is this place?"

Everyone was a little dazed, and when they were thinking about whether they should find someone to ask, there was a sudden loud "boom" in their ears, the ground trembled slightly, and an incomparably huge steel beast drove over.

"It" bears some resemblance to the steam cars that gentlemen have ever seen, but it looks much more hideous, and its body is wrapped in layers of steel, with fine rivets, impermeable, two wide chains pushing the behemoth forward, and two clear marks are ploughed out of the street.

The gentlemen were startled, drew their weapons, and were about to shoot, when suddenly a well-dressed and handsome young man led a group of soldiers out of the side.

"Ready!" the young man shouted, and the soldiers raised their rifles.

"Fire!"

At the sound of an order, more than a dozen rifles let out a crisp popping sound, and the bullets continued to pour down on the steel behemoth, leaving shallow marks one after another.

D'Artagnan and the three musketeers couldn't help but jump in their eyelids, wasn't this the automatic rifle that Hughes gave them? Is it really the latest American development?

Before it was over, when the soldiers had swept the bullets, the young man quickly jotted down a few strokes on the paper in his hand, and gave a new order, and the soldiers suddenly roared and swelled, turning into a dozen fierce giant wolves.

"Werewolf?!" The gentlemen were startled again, and before they could react, the werewolf soldier had already raised an extraordinarily thick barrel from behind him, with a long metallic chain hanging from it, and pulled the trigger, and countless bullets poured out wildly, splashing water, hitting the steel behemoth, "clanging", making a noisy and crisp sound.

The faces of the gentlemen changed greatly, and if they were replaced in front of these dozen guns, I am afraid that they would be smashed into a sieve and torn to pieces in an instant

"Swap the arc gun. The young man commanded again.

More than a dozen werewolf soldiers then took out another strange-shaped firearm, the muzzle of which lit up with a dazzling light, and a coiled arc of electricity sprayed out of it, making people's hearts palpitate when they looked at it.

In the time that followed, all sorts of unbelievably powerful weapons flew in front of the gentlemen, guns that could shoot flames, guns that could shoot venom, and guns that could shoot freezing cold

The faces of the gentlemen became more and more ugly, especially Cottman and d'Artagnan, who were good at using firearms, and touched the automatic rifle on their waists, which was claimed to be the most high-end and most advanced in the world, compared to the front but like a child's toy, and wanted to slap it in the face of Hughris's old mallet.

When the steel beast that had been raging also stretched out a thick barrel and fired a cannon, blasting a large hole in the street not far away, the gentlemen's faces finally couldn't hold back.

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