The soul of the high priest was very weak, no different from that of an ordinary slave.
It was just that the high priest's soul had less negative emotions, so he probably didn't suffer much before he died.
After some relaxation, Lan Mu absorbed his soul.
The memory fragments were very messy. Because he died peacefully, there was less information than the memories provided by the slaves.
"If there is no resentment or unwillingness before death, will the soul be weaker after death?"
Lan Mu looked through the pitifully few memory fragments and obtained some important information.
There were a total of seven Golden Cities, with the pyramids as the center of the city. They were arranged in a hexagram, surrounding and protecting the Civora Golden City in the center.
This meant that the Golden City was divided into seven regions, with the center being the largest and the most magnificent pyramid.
But before the high priest died, he had only built five pyramids, with two more incomplete. Civora was still in its early stages of construction.
It was a pity that Lan Mu didn't know the source of the gold from the memory fragments. Such a huge amount of gold, even the entire world's gold reserves couldn't compare to it.
"Six high priests and a king … A total of seven tombs …"
"Maybe after I absorb all the souls of the high priests or the Aztec king, I'll be able to find out the source of the gold."
Lan Mu was really curious about the source of the gold. Aztec only had a few hundred years of history. Even if they had a few thousand years of history, they wouldn't have been able to obtain such a huge amount of gold in America.
Moreover, according to the clues he had, the Golden City was only built during the last king's reign. How did such a magnificent underground city appear in just a few decades?
Lan Mu put this question aside for the time being. He picked up the golden mask from the relief sculpture and put it on his face. He then put on a shiny priest robe and a golden feather crown on his head. He held a black gem scepter and a golden box that contained the soul orb.
"There are so many souls buried in Aztlan, it's the perfect laboratory for a lich …"
"These trash can be used as lab rats …"
Lan Mu was dressed neatly, with four undead warriors in golden armour following behind him. He looked like a high priest who had come back to life.
He took a step forward, and a block of ice condensed under his feet.
With every step he took, the cold current would turn into a staircase of ice and frost in front of him, carrying him up step by step to the patio at the top of the pyramid.
The four Skeleton Warriors followed closely behind, keeping to their own place.
…
"Da da da!"
Continuous gunshots rang out as a group of mercenaries attacked from the shadows. One of the gunmen was caught off guard and was knocked down, blood splattering everywhere.
Paul had no time to persuade Alain. He hurriedly pulled him behind a golden wall and shouted.
"Damn it, those traitors are here!"
The remaining four gunmen immediately looked for cover and fired back from time to time.
The young man with the earring said to Paul, "They're very good at tracking. The footprints must have exposed us."
Although the Golden City was full of gold, hundreds of years had covered it with a layer of filth. Even if Paul and the others cleaned up their footprints when they escaped, they would still leave behind obvious traces. It was easy to follow the traces to find the pyramid.
"Let's not fight with them. Let's think of a way to get rid of them!" Paul knew that they could not win if they fought head-on. They just needed to leave this place and wait for them to starve to death.
The young man with the earring fired his pistol continuously. A mercenary hiding behind a statue in the distance was shot in the head. It was obvious that he was a good shot.
After killing one of them, he said, "No matter how we go, they will find us. We can only lead them in circles. When the footprints on the ground are so messy that they can't find us, that's when we can leave Aztlan."
Paul nodded and said, "Okay! Let's go to the next Golden City! "
As they were talking, two grenades suddenly fell between them. They were so scared that they hurriedly dodged.
When the grenades exploded, Paul immediately hugged Alain and rolled. The two of them rolled until they reached a golden house.
The two grenades did not kill them, but it was obvious that their position was exposed.
"On the pyramid!"
The young man with the earring was quick. He saw that two mercenaries had already climbed to the middle of the pyramid. He saw them from above and hurriedly fired two shots.
Unfortunately, the terrain covered them. The bullets hit the golden bricks and did not kill anyone.
"Hahaha!"
The mercenaries laughed. One of them threw grenades, while the other shot at random.
One of Paul's gunmen died in an instant. He was hit by a bullet and could not dodge in time. The grenade exploded and killed him.
Under the suppression of the strong firepower, the remaining three gunmen were forced to escape into the golden house. The five of them were all trapped in the house and did not dare to show their faces.
"What should we do? What should we do? " Paul panicked. Being trapped here was a dead end. The enemy only needed to throw a few grenades and they would be dead.
The young man with the earring looked serious. He held two guns in his hands and wanted to rush out and fight back.
Looking at his sharp eyes, he seemed to have a lot of confidence!
But at this moment, the strong suppression of the firepower outside disappeared. The gunshots stopped and the outside became quiet.
"Now's the time!"
The young man with the earring took the lead and rushed out. He thought that the enemy should be close, so he temporarily stopped the suppression of the firepower.
But when he rushed out, he found that the two mercenaries were still on the pyramid. They were staring at the top of the pyramid with their mouths agape.
"Bang bang!"
The young man with the earring was decisive. He took advantage of the fact that the two men were stunned and shot them.
The two mercenaries were shot down and bled profusely. They died on the spot. But before the young man with the earring could do anything else, they stood up shakily.
"How is this possible?"
"My Desert Eagle is very powerful. It's impossible for them to survive if I hit their vital points!"
His bullet hit the mercenaries' hearts and blasted a hole the size of a ping pong ball. They would definitely die a clean death!
But things did not go as he wished. The two mercenaries stood up as if nothing had happened. The blood that was flowing profusely became sticky and gradually stopped.
The young man with the earring looked at the top of the pyramid and was dumbfounded.
Paul pulled Alain and the other two gunmen saw that there was no movement outside the door. They cautiously came out.
"Let's go! Luther, what are you doing? "
Just as they finished speaking, they saw the situation at the top of the pyramid.
"Eh? Aztecs? "
"Uh … What! Aztecs! "
Paul was at a loss. Even Alain was shocked.
The searchlights illuminated the surroundings and reflected the gold everywhere. Even in the dim light, they could see a high priest with a golden mask standing at the top of the pyramid. Behind him stood four golden-armored warriors.
The golden clothes and peacock-like feathers on top of their heads, whether it was the pattern or style, could tell that they were ancient Aztecs!
They were one of the original inhabitants of this continent, a native civilization that had been extinct for hundreds of years!
They had been dead for hundreds of years! Could these five Aztecs have crawled out from the tomb of the pyramid?
"The dead have come back to life …" Luther, the young man with the earring, broke out in cold sweat.
"Come back to life? It can't be, right? They might be the descendants of the Aztecs who were left here … "Paul did not believe that people who had been dead for hundreds of years could come back to life.
However, Luther smiled bitterly and pointed at the two mercenaries with bloody holes in their hearts. "They were killed by me just now … They have come back to life now …"
Paul was speechless as he looked at the two mercenaries with bloody holes in their chests who were still moving closer to him.
The remaining three mercenaries rushed over and saw Paul and the rest in a daze. They grinned maliciously and were about to open fire. They did not notice the abnormalities of their two companions.
"Hiss … Roar! Crunch! "
The two undead mercenaries pounced on their former companions, opening their mouths and biting them mercilessly.
"Peak! Cheyenne! What are you doing? "
"Ah! Don't bite! Shut up! "
"Damn it! They are all crazy! Crazy! "
A bearded man who seemed to be the leader of the mercenaries shot at his two crazy companions. After a few shots, he finally stopped them after a headshot.
Kicking away the two men, the leader squatted down and asked, "Are you guys okay?"
The two men who were bitten had their necks broken. Blood flowed non-stop and they died after a few twitches.
"Damn it! How did this happen? "
The leader panicked. Just now, they were chasing Paul. Now, he was the only one left in the mercenary group. The situation had reversed.
However, Paul and the rest were not in a hurry to deal with him. Instead, one of the gunmen fired at the person at the top of the pyramid.
It was Luther. His eyes suddenly turned ruthless. He fired both guns at the high priest.
Unexpectedly, a snow-white frost armor covered his body. The bullets hit it and splashed ice. Although they broke through the ice wall, they were blocked by the golden leaf or the golden mask.
Luther saw that the guns were useless. Cold sweat soaked his underwear.
The high priest tilted his head and looked at him. He slowly opened the golden box in his left hand.
Seeing the other party's action, Luther pulled Alain and turned to run, shouting.
"Don't just stand there! Run! "
"Faco! There really is an anomaly … "
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