Large amounts of funerary objects were placed around the coffin of the pyramid. Just the metal utensils and gold ritual utensils were enough to make one rich overnight. It was a fortune that could not be squandered for generations.
Four Aztec warriors clad in golden armor stood at each of the four corners of the tomb.
Lan Mu noticed that the golden armor contained the corpses of real people … These four warriors were also funerary objects!
Lan Mu slowly lifted a rotten goose feather on the coffin, revealing an exquisitely carved relief.
The relief was in the shape of a human, probably designed in the image of the tomb owner.
The owner of the tomb was a high priest. His and the four warriors' souls were also in the soul sphere, mixed together with the souls of the slaves.
"No matter how noble they were in life, they were trapped in the pyramid like slaves after death, never to be reincarnated …"
The relief was also draped in a priest's robe, inlaid with large amounts of golden scales, golden leaves, and golden feathers …
The face was also covered with a golden mask, giving off the mysterious aura of an ancient theocratic civilization.
On the hand of the relief, there was also a scepter inlaid. It was entirely gold, with a finely carved black gem at the top.
With a casual grab, the scepter fell into his hands. Lan Mu tried to stuff the soul sphere into the gem.
"Alright, it doesn't work …"
The soul passed through the gem, but it did not fuse as Lan Mu had hoped for.
Lan Mu found a golden box and placed the soul orb into it, then closed it.
The soul sphere stayed inside obediently, and Lan Mu could sense the power of darkness within it at any time.
Just as he was about to experiment further, he sensed a group of people outside the pyramid. They were holding electric lights and coming from the north.
"There's another pyramid here! This is the third one! "
The one who spoke was a gunman. He was also shirtless, and it was obvious that his clothes were also soaked when he came in.
There were a total of five gunmen who came near the pyramid, each of them carrying a submachine gun. Strings of magazines and grenades hung from their bodies.
Other than the gunmen, Lan Mu also saw Alain and Paul among them!
Alain was wearing a single piece of clothing. Her expression was indifferent as she was held hostage in the middle.
Paul's face was gloomy as he scolded the gunman, "What's the use of having so much gold?"
"We must kill all those traitors! Damn it, mercenaries really can't be trusted! "
A youth wearing earrings was playing with a Desert Eagle in his hand. He smiled and said, "I told you not to hire mercenaries, but you foolishly brought them in. Now, they want to take the City of Gold for themselves."
Paul spat out a mouthful of phlegm and said, "Humph, I knew they couldn't be trusted, so I deliberately chose this small mercenary group of ten people and left four of them in the tunnel. Now they don't have the advantage in numbers!"
The young man with the ear stud said, "But their individual combat ability far exceeded ours … In the end, didn't we still have to flee?"
"Can't it be just the seven of us? What are you afraid of? "
Paul said in annoyance, "There's a group of people who have their eyes on me in the dark. They might be the remnants of my brother's forces. They're very powerful!"
"My yacht at sea was destroyed, and I lost twenty men …"
"On the way back from capturing Alain, I was attacked and lost another twenty men … When I returned to Beverly Hills, the four top gunmen at home were also missing …"
"Damn it! That group of people is very powerful! I don't feel safe without more than ten people protecting me! "
"Who knew that Aztlan's treasure would be so terrifying? Oh my God! Even if we put all the gold in the world together, it's probably worth more than that! "
"With such a huge treasure, anyone would go crazy for it!"
The young man with the ear stud said thoughtfully, "That group of people you mentioned, they shouldn't be able to come in, right?"
"Without the wall-facing person leading the way, no one can find Aztlan!"
Paul nodded and said, "You're right, but I'm afraid that they have many eyes and ears … If they really want to keep an eye on me, they can track me all the way to Texcoco Lake."
"Forget it, the key now is that group of traitors! They have more firepower than us. "
The young man with the ear stud said, "The mercenaries are not enough. The real key is Alain!"
"Only Alain knows how to leave. We just need to escape with Alain and come in after we're fully prepared. Those mercenaries will have already gone to hell!"
"Aztlan is a dead place. If we're trapped here, what's the use of gold? Without food, we'll starve to death sooner or later! "
Paul also understood that he knew that Alain was the key, so he risked his life to protect her.
Anyone could die, but Alan definitely couldn't. Otherwise, everyone would be trapped here and die.
But he underestimated Alain's determination. No matter how he asked, Alain was unwilling to tell him how to leave.
"Tell us! Where's the exit? How do we leave Aztlan? "
They interrogated Alain. Alain calmly glanced at Paul and suddenly laughed.
"Isn't it good to stay here? Together with the world's greatest treasure, buried deep underground … "
Paul gritted his teeth and shouted, "You're crazy! You'll die here too! "
Alain said calmly, "If I die, there won't be any more people facing the wall in the House of Glamorgan … Isn't that a good thing?"
"Fack! Are you going to tell us or not! "One of the gunmen could not take it anymore. He raised his gun and pointed it at Alain's forehead.
But Alain's expression did not change. She seemed determined to take this group of people down with her.
Paul quickly pulled the gunman away, afraid that he would accidentally kill Alain. If that happened, everyone would be in despair.
"Alain … I promise I won't hurt you or your people …"
"Tell me! I'm the head of the Gates family. According to the ancient agreement, you have the obligation to take me out of here. "
Alain smiled. "I'm sorry. You brought outsiders into Aztlan. That's a violation of the agreement."
"And you don't know what the real agreement is …"
"According to the real agreement, I also have the obligation to protect Aztlan. The person facing the wall has the right to judge if the current head of the Gates family can keep this secret. If not … both of us will be buried here … Otherwise, Mexico will welcome war."
Paul tore his hair and said angrily, "D * mn it, why did my ancestor make such a stupid agreement?"
"Isn't it good for the Gates family to keep this treasure for themselves? Why not leave this secret to future generations? "
"This is seven Cities of Gold! God! One City of Gold has more gold than the Federal Reserve. Seven! What does that mean? "
Alain looked at the crazy Paul and said calmly, "Your ancestor is very noble …"
"He did it to protect you … to protect everyone …"
As she spoke, Alain walked to the front of the pyramid and touched the smooth gold.
"I don't know how the Aztecs got their hands on so much gold, but there are bloody slaves buried under every single gold brick here …"
"The gold here is enough to make any country go crazy. Paul, no one can keep this treasure for themselves!"
"No one! No family! Only a real big country can have it … "
"If Aztlan was in America, Izreal would have donated it to the country. But it's in Mexico …"
Hiding inside the pyramid, Lan Mu sensed Paul's group outside. Every move they made, every word they said, was captured in his eyes.
Hearing this, Lan Mu could not help but admire Izreal Gates and his servant Bamon who discovered the treasure.
Both of them were real sages. When they saw the City of Gold, they knew that the world could not resist the temptation of wealth.
The treasure was too big! If the Gates family kept this treasure for themselves, they would be destroyed. If it was made public, it would definitely trigger a war for the City of Gold!
In order to protect his family, Izreal did not spread the news of the treasure, nor did he kill his servant and assistant. Instead, he let his servant establish a family of recluses to protect this secret.
When the Gates family was in dire need of money, they were allowed to use a small portion. The head of the family would personally enter the City of Gold and bring out a portion of the gold equipment. This was enough to support the family through difficult times.
What was truly admirable was that in Izreal's agreement, he had given the person facing the wall a special power. If the Gates Family's people showed greed for wealth and did not maintain a calm heart, the person facing the wall had the obligation to perish together with the family head. The legend of the City of Gold was buried underground and not seen by the world.
"Maybe Azriel didn't want this treasure to be revealed to the world. Being buried underground forever is the best ending … "
"But … how can this be?"
Lan Mu suddenly tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Being trapped underground with the secret is what Paul should do …"
"Starving to death … seems to be letting him off too easily …"
Lan Mu picked up the golden box and searched through the soul orbs. Finally, he pulled out five souls.
They were the souls of the high priest and the four golden-armoured warriors buried with him.
Injecting more dark energy, he then sent the souls of the four warriors into the corpses in the four corners of the tomb.
"Undying ritual …"
The greatest use of the dark energy was to transform the undead and create undead creatures.
Suddenly, four Aztec warriors clad in golden armor took a step forward.
Under the golden headgear were skulls emitting green light.
The corpses that had been sleeping for hundreds of years had awakened.
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