The roar of the plane swept high in the sky, and four parachutes quietly fell under the cover of darkness.

Skydiving with limited visibility is dangerous, but that's for the average person.

Even if Lu Mingfei sat on the stone cone, it would only be a stone that would crack.

Mictland is a trapezoidal island, and the Great Temple is right in the middle of it.

And the place where they landed was about the waist of the trapezoid, and according to the visual distance on the plane, it took about five minutes.

Despite being the headquarters of the Half-Blood Order, the island is unusually quiet.

There were no searchlights shining around, no guards patrolling everywhere, only the shadows of trees blown by the wind, as if this was really just an uninhabited island.

If something is abnormal, there must be a demon.

Lu Mingfei silently gestured to remain vigilant.

Everyone nodded, and just as they were about to quietly move forward, a high-pitched dragon roar broke the silence on the island.

There is a case!

Juan had said that the temple leaders had gathered on Mictlan for a big event.

Now it seems that this big thing is already happening.

"Full speed ahead."

Lu Mingfei shouted in a low voice.

"Yes!"

Chu Zihang and Akina Sakai launched a storm at the same time, while Eri Uesugi entered the keel state.

Originally, they were faster than track and field athletes, and after the explosion, they were as fast as galloping horses.

Lu Mingfei took the lead, breaking through the wind resistance for them in front, and it only took a minute to break through to the front of the temple.

The pyramid-shaped temple stands majestically, with steps leading to the top of the tower, at least more than 200 steps and 60 meters high.

The entire temple is made of volcanic stones of various sizes, each of which is carved with colorful patterns.

It's hard to imagine how much labor and material effort it took to build such a large temple on such a small island far from the volcanic complexes.

Or maybe the spectacle itself wasn't built by man.

Arrived in front of the Great Temple. They finally saw the others.

Dressed in a variety of colorful cloth clothes and wearing iron armor, samurai stood guard around the pyramid.

High-ranking samurai dressed in the skins of tigers or other beasts stood on the steps.

The higher the samurai, the more ornate the feather ornaments on their heads became, and the more ornaments they worn.

Scholars of Indian civilization will recognize these high-ranking warriors in the costume of the Aztec jaguar warriors and eagle warriors.

These ancient military aristocrats have long since been destroyed with the empire, but they have reappeared in the world today in the modern era.

"Mahmurut!"

An eagle warrior stood on a high spot and saw the members of the team galloping towards him, and shouted in an ancient language.

Although there was no one to help translate, it probably meant that there was an intruder.

The other samurai also saw this scene and immediately became excited.

Today is a great day for the gods to return to earth, and if you can sacrifice the hearts of these invaders, you will surely be blessed with divine blessings.

Although all the samurai were ready to move, no one rushed at once.

Because Aztec warfare was ritualistic, only procedural battles were blessed by the gods and the victors were rewarded.

Otherwise, the victor will not only not be rewarded, but may even be punished.

And these warriors who can guard the Great Temple are undoubtedly the most devout believers.

"Whoever comes, inform you of your names and identities, and wage a sacred war under the watchful eye of the gods."

The Eagle Warrior, who had spotted the enemy first, shouted at Lu Mingfei and them.

When an Aztec warrior captures four captives and sacrifices them, he receives the title of jaguar or eagle warrior and becomes a servant of the sun god.

And because the eagle is the symbol of the Aztecs, the status of the eagle warrior is higher than that of the jaguar warrior.

The Eagle Warrior who shouted was the highest ranking of all the guards, and it was customary for him to start and determine the course of the war.

If it was peacetime, Lu Mingfei might respect their sense of ceremony, which was a tacit understanding between the warriors.

But now that the aliens in the temple don't know what evil things are going on, he naturally won't waste time paying attention to the culture of the Eagle Samurai.

Seeing that his question was not answered, the Eagle Samurai pursed his lips.

"Savage Outlander."

He said dismissively, then pointed the obsidian stick in his hand forward.

"Matakuga!"

Although the opponent is not a noble warrior, Xiao Xiao's blood can also enrich the soil of the temple.

The Aztec warriors let out all sorts of strange screams and lunged at the squad like a herd of beasts in the jungle.

The shimmering glow of their skins and the roar of the beast wafting in the wind seemed to be more than just decoration.

"Defeat the enemy only quickly, kill the enemy to the fullest!"

Lu Mingfei also shouted a battle cry, using himself as a strong wall, and crashed into the herd of beasts coming down the mountain.

"There's an outsider coming."

One of the priests moved his ears.

The Tongue Spirit and the Weasel Releaser form a large realm centered on themselves, and establish complex sound channels within the realm to master the small sounds within the realm.

The higher the bloodline of the releaser, the greater the scope of the realm and the more sounds can be heard.

Legend has it that when the ancient dragon released this spirit, he could hear the whispers of humans above the nine heavens.

The bloodline of the temple priests was certainly not that high, but shouts of killing could also be heard on the ground.

"Then speed it up."

The High Priest nodded.

The ritual of activating the solar calendar stone was only halfway through, but since there were intruders, there was no way to do it, so it could only be activated directly.

In a hurry, I believe the gods will understand.

"Goddess Tochi, please give your life."

The High Priest raised his hands towards the dragon.

The dragon named Tochi lowered its head, and there was no sorrow or joy in its huge golden eyes.

It lifted its upper body slightly, exposing its chest as a vital point.

The Priest of the God of War walked up to it, bowed respectfully three times, and then drew the obsidian knife from his waist.

The alchemy realm was activated by a spell, and the black hedron was filled with red light, as if the blood of the people who had been sacrificed for thousands of years was flowing.

The Priest of the God of War chanted an ancient hymn and plunged an obsidian knife into the dragon's chest.

The dragon scales were pierced, the keel was cut open, and the dragon's heart, which was larger than a man, was exposed to the priests.

Without hesitation, the Priest of the God of War severed the thick blood vessels and pulled the dragon's heart out of the dragon's chest.

At the moment of death, the dragon, known as the god, had no roar or compassion, only a barely audible sigh.

Only the priest who turned on the Spirit of Words and Weasel heard her voice clearly, and two lines of tears could not help but flow from his eyes.

The priest of the god of war grabbed the heart and pressed it against the center of the solar calendar.

Like a desert traveler who has been hungry for millennia, the sun god frantically absorbs the flesh of the dragon.

It turns out that the solar calendar stone is not only an alchemical item, but also contains a powerful living spirit.

When the living spirit finally had enough to eat and drink, the originally powerful dragon heart also turned into gray residue.

The four suns of the solar calendar are dimmed, and the fifth sun in the middle shines brightly.

"Open, Death Avenue, and lead us to the land where the gods sleep."

The high priest shouted the final incantation.

The Solar Calendar Stone erupted with an extraordinarily dazzling light, illuminating the entire underground temple.

In the next second, the underground temple was dark again, and the priest and the dragon were gone.

When Lu Mingfei broke into the underground temple, all he saw was a large stone and a pool of blood on the ground.

"It's still a step too late."

He frowned.

Lu Mingfei walked to the side of the bloodstain, stretched out his hand and dipped it a little and sniffed it.

Not human blood.

Is that the dragon's roar because of this?

The group took out their tactical flashlights and looked at them, but found nothing but the stone.

Lu Mingfei quickly probed the surrounding walls, but found no hidden escape route.

Then there is only one answer, and this stone should be some kind of teleportation device.

But how do you activate it?

Fingal didn't come, and the best alchemy among them was probably Akina Sakai.

The chief singer studied it seriously, and then gave up.

"I'm sorry, Captain, I don't have the ability to parse this alchemy item."

She bowed her head in shame.

"It's okay, Sister Sakai, everyone has their own specialty, and you're not a technical sergeant in the first place."

Lu Mingfei comforted.

"I have a sense of familiarity."

Chu Zihang looked at the disc stone and seemed to have an understanding, but he was not sure.

"When you are confused, seek enlightenment from the Emperor, brother."

Lu Mingfei pointed.

"Yes, Warlord."

Chu Zihang nodded, knelt down in prayer in the direction of the emperor's holy icon.

"Great Lord of Mankind, your wisdom is unmatched."

"We pray to you to deliver us from the darkness of knowledge."

"Help us to rise above our own stupidity and show us the right path."

After a brief moment of contemplation, he opened his eyes.

"Perhaps, this stone is the same as the bronze gate in Hokkaido."

Chu Zihang said.

"I mean, it's also the entrance to a certain Nibelungen?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Not bad."

He nodded, slit his finger with a battle dagger, and dripped a drop of blood on the disc stone.

The blood was quickly absorbed by the stone, but did not cause much reaction.

The level of blood is not enough, which is expected by Chu Zihang, as long as the mechanism is confirmed.

"Captain."

He looked at Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei nodded and made a cut on his arm.

The blood dripped with a barely visible golden sheen, and was immediately absorbed by the disc stone.

The strange face in the middle also grew two obsidian eyes, staring at him.

Despite the strange face's expressionlessness, the team members could tell the hunger and thirst in its actions.

Lu Mingfei's face did not change color, and he let the blood dye the strange face red.

After about 100 millilitres of blood, he controlled his muscles to stop the bleeding.

Strange Face's eyes kept rolling, as if to say that he hadn't eaten enough.

Lu Mingfei silently pulled out the dragon slaying sword.

It seemed that he felt the wails of the two dragon kings on the sword, and the eyes of the strange face trembled violently, and then retracted.

The light of the stone disk once again illuminated the underground temple, swallowing the team members into an unknown space.

(End of chapter)