In the territory of Mexico, in the cave of the pyramids.

Jonathan stumbled into a trap deep in the cavern, and was tightly entangled by countless roots, and his skin was pierced by the tendrils, sucking out blood and vitality. Not only was he unable to shout at this time, but he also had some difficulty breathing. Luckily, the tendrils were trying to trap him, not kill him.

Angelina had already sensed something was wrong when Jonathan was shouting, and she had been shooting from behind, scattering the zombies that kept getting up from the ground.

This cover is well done, and in the "bang-bang" gunfire, it attracts all those zombies.

Unexpectedly, Jonathan turned out to be in a difficult situation. In the blink of an eye, he was already tightly tied up and couldn't move.

Angelina withdrew her pistol and half-held it in front of her, firing no shots. She was waiting for the zombies to come and then find a way to dodge and get Jonathan out.

At this time, the roots and vines in the cave have gathered at the end of the cave, revealing the walls made of stone bricks, on which are carved patterns of primitive tribes worshipping the moon. Angelina didn't have time to look closely, just glanced at it, trying to figure out the fastest path out.

She has figured out the characteristics of these zombies, in the cave, there are countless corpses, but the number of zombies that can awaken at the same time is limited, probably only dozens. As long as it is scattered by her bullets, the corpse will never be able to get up again, and it will be revived by another corpse.

But because there were so many corpses in the cave, even if she used up all the bullets. There is no way to break up all the corpses.

Luckily, the zombies are slow, and as long as she lures them to this end and then finds a way to throw them behind, she can temporarily buy a little time to come out.

Angelina had made up her mind, and she first moved left and right to attract the zombies together. She jumped flat, flew on the head of a zombie, and kicked against the wall.

The whole person was like a cannonball, and it was shot ten meters away by the force of the back kick of the two legs. Angelina flies over the zombies' heads. Leave them behind monsters who have no intelligence and only move instinctually.

Before her feet hit the ground. Angelina shot in mid-air, breaking many of the tendrils that were trying to entangle them. With Jonathan's reminder, she was very wary of this kind of thing and didn't let them affect her speed.

These tendrils are a little slower than the speed at which zombies can move. They're all over the place, though. If you're not careful, you may get entangled in it.

"Smack!" A bang.

Angelina had just hit the ground. She jumped up immediately, jumping left and right on the wall, first to the left wall. Then, with the help of a strong bouncing force, jump to the wall on the right again. The tendrils had no eyes, but they seemed to be able to sense the location of a living person, and they squirmed along Angelina's location, and before they could reach it, Angelina had already jumped from one place to another.

Although this cave is not very large, it is also very spacious, Angelina is seven or eight meters away when she jumps, which is enough to show that her physical fitness far exceeds that of ordinary humans.

After just a few jumps, Angelina quickly rushed to Jonathan's side, she glanced at her husband, who had been tied up like a big dumpling, and then reached out and pulled out the machete stuck in the wall.

The machete was thrown by Jonathan at the beginning, and landed right next to the stone platform.

Angelina wielded her machete and drew several horizontal lines on the tendrils, cutting through many of the tough tendrils.

When she slashed the knife into the vine, she knew what Jonathan couldn't break free. These vines, which don't look very thick, are even tougher than cowhide bands, and there are so many of them that even if a vampire or a werewolf falls into this trap, it is estimated that it will be difficult to break free and escape.

At the beginning of the first knife, Angelina was still worried about accidentally injuring Jonathan, and at the beginning of the second knife, she had already used eighty percent of her strength, and when the third and fourth knives were made, Angelina never kept it. Each knife used the best of its strength, but it still could only cut off two-thirds of the roots and vines outside.

Just as she was about to continue to cut off the remaining one-third of the vines, she heard Jonathan yell, "Ah! Explode for me! ”

After a loud "boom", I saw those roots and vines exploding directly from Jonathan's body.

The rest of the vines also fell from the air with a "bang", and soon the ground was covered with fragments of tendrils!

"Cut! The tiger is not powerful, you treat me as a sick cat? ”

Jonathan, with his upper body naked, said viciously. His clothes had been blown to pieces during the explosion. Jonathan, who was undressed, showed off his body like a statue of a Greek god, and even ordinary aerobics players would be ashamed to see it.

Angelina smiled and wanted to say something sarcastic, but the last one still asked with concern: "How is it, you don't have anything to do!" ”

As she spoke, she stepped forward to remove some of the roots and vines that were still wrapped around Jonathan, which had lost their vitality, just like normal plant roots.

"It's all right," said Jonathan, pulling out the roots that had pierced his arms, hugging the clay pot as he walked out, "It's too heavy to stay here for long." Let's hurry up, as long as we see the sun, the things in here will have to be more restrained, and there is no way to make trouble. ”

The two walked side by side, and the zombies in the cave had already walked through the hole. However, they are no match for Jonathan and Angelina, and they can't even stop for a moment.

In an instant, one or more zombies are scattered and fall to the ground.

Jonathan held a clay pot in one hand and a whip in the other, and with a few random flicks, he knocked the zombies that approached him. Angelina, who was next to him, didn't even have many chances to make a move.

I crawled out of the cave along the rope, and I almost couldn't open my eyes when the sun was shining outside. As soon as they got used to the light, they knew something was going to be bad.

At the bottom of the pyramid are many natives dressed in animal skins, necklaces with white bones around their necks, and wooden sticks in their ears. The natives led by the group shouted loudly as soon as they saw the two crawling out of the cave. The rest of the natives also danced in place, shouting and shouting.

"What are they doing? Why don't you come up? Angelina looked at the funny movements of these natives and asked a little strangely.

"It's a war dance, a dance that their tribe danced before going to war. This is a holy place, and they dare not rush directly to it, and they only ...... after obtaining God's forgiveness."

As he spoke, the natives of those tribes had finished their war dances, and walked up step by step with their weapons in hand. The natives babbled and shouted as they walked, making a rhythmic and terrifying shout.

"Cut! What a hassle. Jonathan picked up his whip and flicked it in the air, causing the air to crackle.

"Give me the clay pot, and you can get rid of them!" Angelina withdrew the pistol and took the pot.

In the face of zombies or other non-human creatures, they may not hesitate to kill, but in the face of these living people, Jonathan and Angelina have to be merciful.

Jonathan rushed straight down from above, whips in his hands dancing in a ball, crackling and crackling, and knocked the rushing native warriors out of the air. Because of the strength he controlled, every whip he was able to roll up the weapons in the opponent's hands, and then let those people roll down the stairs.

The number of indigenous warriors was very large, and it was roughly estimated that there should be hundreds of them. However, the steps of the pyramid could only accommodate five or six people at the same time, and if the indigenous warriors behind them were armed with melee weapons such as spears and sticks, they could only stare dryly.

Some of them were armed with bows and arrows, blow needles, etc., and they also participated in the battle, but neither bows and arrows nor blow needles could shoot into Jonathan's three-meter range.

His whip technique made it superb, both offensive and defensive, and the leather whip kept spinning in front of him, one after the other. Not to mention small objects such as bows and arrows and blow pins, not even a hard weapon such as a spear could penetrate the range of the whip's defenses.

Once on the edge of the whip, he was immediately shocked by a huge force, and the scene was as if Jonathan was holding a brown dragon, and the blocker would immediately remove the weapon when he entered a certain range, and then he would involuntarily spin and roll down the stairs.

With the experience and knowledge of these natives, he has never encountered such a sharp character. At first they began to shout and shout, and the person in the middle pushed the person in front to rush forward, and the person in the back pushed the person in the middle to press forward. In a short time, the more than 100 natives rolled down the steps of the pyramid like bowling balls.

"Crackle!"

Jonathan threw the leather whip in his hand out with the most scorching sound, and then looked at the indigenous warrior who had fallen at the bottom of the pyramid in front of him, and slowly put the leather whip away.

After all, those indigenous warriors were not as weak as modern ordinary people, and they only sprained their hands and feet when they rolled from such a high place, and they couldn't stand up for a while, and they lay on the ground one by one, screaming "ouch, ouch, ouch".

By this time, the natives present already knew that the two white Western men and women in front of them were not something that ordinary people could deal with.

What's more, dealing with a single whip can beat the elite warriors of the entire tribe to the ground, and they don't even touch the clothes they are dealing with.

One of the natives suddenly pointed to the clay pot in Angelina's hand, and said a lot. It means that the clay pot is the heart of the god of death, and ordinary people can die at a glance, let alone touch it with their hands.

Now that someone dared to hold it in his arms and still be safe and sound, it was even more surprising than the appearance of death. (To be continued......)