Looking coldly at these sturdy men holding metal pikes, Polport laughed and scolded in a low voice: "The guards who protect the treasure house are ridiculous, these ignorant barbarians" After tidying up his clothes, Polport led a large group of his men towards the entrance to the pyramid formation.
The main structure of the pyramid is broken, but the first and second floors below are still intact, and although weeds have emerged from the cracks in the stone where the pyramid was built, and the broken pyramid is covered with guano and all kinds of strange things, the entrance to this pyramid is clean, and there are still a lot of sacrificial animal meat and fruits.
Among the natives who were watching came an old man with gray hair, who shouted to Polport with a little anxiety, "Your Excellency, this is a place to worship the gods.
Please also do not disturb the dormant gods, or you will be punished" Polport glared at the old man, and he sneered, "I'm the goddamn guy you believe in, you're a henchman of the Elders, are you trying to hinder me from discovering the treasury of the gods?"
The white-haired old man was stunned, he suddenly jumped three feet high, pointed the wooden staff in his hand at Polpot and roared: "Children of God, they want to blaspheme the gods and kill them" Nearly a thousand sturdy youths screamed, waving their shuttle darts and rudimentary bows and arrows, and rushed towards Polport.
Polpot waved his hand lightly, and he sneered, "Kill these ignorant creatures."
Well, kill all the old people and men in the village in front of us, and leave those young and beautiful women to wait for us to find that treasure house, and everyone can use those women to relieve their excitement. ” Hundreds of Roman tanks opened fire at the same time, and the beams blasted into the dense crowd.
The natives let out screams of terror as their people disappeared in the rain of light, their bodies blown to pieces.
The Romans killed ninety percent of the natives present with just one volley.
The remaining natives were still in a daze, and dozens of Roman warriors laughed wildly and let out a mental shock, and the surviving natives burst their heads and died.
With Polport's order, nearly a thousand Roman warriors rushed to the nearby village with axes and guns, and launched a large-scale massacre and plundering of the natives inside.
"The women here are good, and their skin is even smoother than that of the Spirit Clan, of course, the degree of delicacy is not as good, but the waist is very strong."
After Polport professionally evaluated the pros and cons of the golden-skinned natives on this planet, he poured into the pyramid with his subordinates.
After walking along the dimly lit corridor for about two hundred meters, I came to a small hall.
In the middle of the ground here is a black translucent statue more than two meters high, which is a statue carved from the stone of the black spirit unique to the Romans.
The Black Spirit Stone is a rare treasure of heaven and earth, which can condense people's spiritual power and produce a powerful spiritual body similar to that of a human soul.
In the heyday of the ancient Romans, this spiritual body condensed in the black spirit stone was the killer weapon for the Romans to rule countless civilizations.
Polport patted the idol, and a spiritual force circled around the idol.
"The unlucky god, it hasn't replenished its spiritual power for too long, and it's already dead."
Polbot chuckled and slammed a punch into the idol's heart.
Suddenly, there was a faint sound of water running from the bottom of the pyramid, and a tile in one corner of the hall had sunk to a finger's depth.
Polport hurried over and carefully pressed his hand against the tile.
What looked like ordinary bricks suddenly flashed a faint green light, and the bricks became as crystal clear as emeralds.
The green light slowly wrapped around Polport's right palm, and the sound of running water under the pyramid became louder and louder, and the fierce floor tiles suddenly bounced up, and the green light dissipated.
Polport hurriedly stomped on the tiles, stomping them down about three inches.
Dense mist erupted from all directions, and a dense mist of water sprayed on the black idol, which was like a dried sponge, slowly sucking the mist into its body.
A bright line of water appeared in the body of the idol, and this extremely thin line of water flowed slowly in the body of the idol, from the center of the eyebrows straight down the dantian, and then flowed around the body.
Polport didn't dare to slack off, he carefully followed the trajectory of this waterline, condensed his spiritual power into an extremely thin gossamer, and swam in his body for one hundred and seventy-two turns.
Every time the thin spiritual power gossamer flowed in his body, it would double in expansion, and in the end, this mighty force had already stretched Polport's body several times, and his body was almost about to explode.
"Hey" Polport yelled, and a blinding blue light erupted from his eyebrows, hitting the center of the idol's eyebrows.
The idol fell backwards and slammed into the ground.
A dent appeared on the floor of the hall that was just right to hold the idol, and the idol fit into the indentation perfectly.
Polport walked up and rotated the idol three times counterclockwise with all his strength.
When the statue turned, a piece of ground about ten meters in diameter in the hall also rotated, and the resistance on the statue was extremely strong, and Polport easily completed this action, and his body was already sweating profusely.
Silently, a portal opened on the wall on one side of the hall, revealing a light curtain more than two meters wide.
"Short-range space teleporter" Polbot and his subordinates exclaimed at the same time, "This is our long-lost state-of-the-art space technology. ” Without the slightest hesitation, Polport strode towards the light curtain and stepped in.
Dozens of highest-ranking Romans hurriedly followed, while the rest of the Romans cautiously guarded the vicinity of the pyramid, surrounding the place to the brim.
After a brief period of weightlessness, Polport's eyes suddenly lit up, and he came to a great temple.
Behind him was a halo of flowing light curtain, and the length and width of the hall in front of him were miles away, and a huge Roman warrior statue stood thousands of kilometers in front of him.
Beside this huge Romance warrior is a tall stone tablet with a passage carved in ancient Romance script.
"All glory belongs to Roman" "Roman's glory belongs to us."
"Loyalty, perseverance, passion, indomitable, Knights of Romance, forward" "For Roman, we give everything."
"Your Excellency" A Roman warrior took a few steps forward in a daze, staring blankly at the huge statue of a Roman warrior.
"This is the headquarters of the legendary Knights of Roman, this is the legendary Temple of the Legacy of the Knights of Roman," Polport raised his hands and roared almost madly: "This is the ancestral court of our Holtam family, and this is the root of all the glory of our Holm family" All the Romans who had followed Polport here screamed frantically at the same time: "Hooray, Roman, Holm" Polpott's eyes lit up as he rushed to the huge statue of the Roman warrior, and he roared loudly: "This is the inheritance temple of the Roman Knights, the ancestral court of our Haltam family, this is the headquarters of the most heroic and powerful warriors of the Romans, and this is the most glorious temple of our Romans."
A white light suddenly flashed in front of Polport, and a huge force slammed into Polport's body, bouncing him backwards and backwards.
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Dozens of strange beings whose bodies were made up of white smoke, dressed in metal armor, armed with metal swords, and emitting powerful energy fluctuations around their bodies, stopped in front of Polport.
One of the middle-aged men with a blurred face shouted in a low voice: "Descendants of Roman, retreat This is the temple of the Holtam family, only the descendants of the Holtam family can get the true inheritance of power."
Polport pointed to his chest almost hysterically and roared, "I am the real descendant of Holtam, I am Polpott Holm" A crystal plate more than a foot long flew out of the deep hall behind it, and a crisp electronic voice came out from the crystal plate: "Descendants of the Holtam family, please drop your blood on me." ” Polport hurriedly pulled out a sharp dagger from his waist and slashed his palm open.
A large expanse of blood spurted out, and Holtam almost smeared the crystal plate with his own blood.
After a few seconds, the crisp electronic voice laughed and said, "Genetic fit, perfect match, welcome to you, heir of Holtam, welcome to you." ” The white figures in armor fell to their knees at the same time, and they shouted loudly: "All the members of the Guardian Brigade of the Romans Knights, I have seen my lord. ” With the heavy cries of these white figures, more white figures emerged from the air around them.
Eventually, 3,000 white figures with smoky bodies lined up in front of Polport, who greeted Polport's arrival with the most traditional Romance knightly etiquette.
Polport looked at these people in shock, and he muttered blankly, "You guys, this is" The white figure who spoke first raised his head and said in an extremely flat tone, "We were ordered to guard the Inheritance Temple, but we have not been able to replace our brother.
Our natural lifespan is exhausted, and we can only use the latest technology of the Kingdom to transform ours and souls into pure energy beings.
Or, you can call us ghosts. ” Polport's body shuddered violently, and he stared at the men blankly, speechless for a while.
After a long time, Polport asked dryly, "How many years have you been here?"
All the white figures were silent, their heads bowed deeply, and they touched the ground with their foreheads.
The middle-aged man who spoke first lowered his head and pondered for a long time, and finally said to himself: "I joined the Romans Knights at the age of sixty-seven, and at the age of three hundred and ninety-five, I was honored to become the captain of the Last Guardian Brigade.
At the age of fourteen thousand nine hundred and fifty-nine, I exhausted my natural lifespan.
My soul continued to exist for 2,300 years before it was transformed into its present state, and then we no longer had a sense of time. ” Smiling dryly, the middle-aged man said to Polport: "Here, time has no meaning, what do you say?"
Polport and all the Roman warriors behind him bowed deeply at the same time, they drew their swords, slowly clenched them in their hands with the most solemn movements, the spine of the sword pressed against their foreheads, and then knelt down on one knee towards these Romanese ancestors who had transformed into ghost-like beings.
"The Romans no longer exist."
Polport said to the middle-aged man, "But our people are still fighting against a powerful enemy in a distant place.
My fathers, will you continue to fight for the sake of Roman?"
"For Roman, Rush" All the ghosts stood up at the same time, and they raised their swords in high and roared in unison.
The middle-aged man was even more trembling with excitement, and he shouted loudly: "Our people, they are still alive, we are in the universe, and we are not alone."
Polport bowed deeply again, and he said in a deep voice: "We Romans will survive forever.
We are never alone in the universe. ” Three minutes later, led by Jazak, the captain of the Last Guardian Brigade of the Romanes, Polport arrived at the huge statue of the warrior.
In the Legacy Temple, the eternal power engine that had not been started for an unknown number of years was started again, and a huge amount of energy continued to pour into this warrior statue.
"Child, are you ready to inherit the true power that belongs to our Roman" Jazak looked at Polpot and said very seriously: "Only the purest descendants of the Holtam family can obtain this inheritance power.
Only the true descendants of the Haltam family can become the leader of the Romance Knights. ” Polport looked at Jazak with the same seriousness: "I was ready.
He looked at the huge warrior statue in front of him in a daze, and said with a trembling body: "I have this premonition since I was a child, I will become a real big man, Roman will rise in my hands, and I will become Roman's savior."
The day has finally arrived. ” At this sacred moment, Polport actually remembered Ducatt very strangely.
"Oh, no, that lowly half-breed bastard."
Polport chuckled in a low voice, "I grew up knowing that I was different, and he was just a mongrel. ” Two huge pillars of blue light shot out from the eyes of the giant warrior statue, and gradually the two pillars of light merged into one.
With infinite yearning and longing, Polport strode into this pillar of light.
A tidal wave of information poured into Polport's mind, and a huge amount of energy instantly filled every cell of him.
Polport's body shed layer after layer of skin, and he was almost like a spring silkworm constantly changing skin.
Every time the skin on his body fell off, his skin became more and more white and delicate, and the pale golden magic patterns under his skin became more and more numerous and complex.
Gradually, golden patterns filled his skin, making him look like a man made of gold.
Polport felt the power, felt the invincible power.
He has mastered the power, the power of the ancient romans to run rampant across the universe.
He has mastered more and all kinds of knowledge, this inheritance temple is not only the inheritance temple of the Roman Knights, but also the data transfer center of the scientific research institutions under the Roman Knights, and all the scientific research crystals of the Roman Knights have poured into Polport's brain.
Polport's eyes shot two blinding blue lights, and he suddenly felt as if he could see through all the mysteries of this universe.
"Roman" With a loud roar, the blue light curtain around him flickered, and a huge warrior phantom in a heavy Kai appeared behind him.
"From today onwards, the gods I believe in are condensed by the beliefs of countless Roman warriors - the Roman god of war, Mel Arutan."
His hands clenched into fists hard, and the huge God of War Phantom slowly sank into Polport's body.
To be continued: