Avoiding the whirlpools on the sea all the way, Baron Jean finally landed on the island with his combat team and engineering team.
In 1942, there were traces of the Empire's fleet almost everywhere on the sea.
With unprecedented technology, people explored every corner of the world with great interest.
People in this era were so curious about everything they could see.
However, compared to an ordinary fleet, with the title of Marquis, his own fief, and shops, Jean was definitely a rich man.
Therefore, he was more prepared than ordinary people when he carried out activities called archeology, but in reality, grave robbing.
The Type 77 Automatic Machine Gun, Grim Reaper Mark II Flamethrower, Trigger Sensor Grenade, etc. that the military had eliminated. Relying on the technology that used to be called magic, but now it was called technology, the Empire's Ministry of Magic allowed all ordinary people to possess powerful combat strength.
Marquis Jean wore blue armor specially provided by the nobles. This armor provided more than ten tons of mechanical power, perfect anti-riot, anti-stab, and anti-radiation capabilities.
What's more, including Jean, all the members of the combat team were veterans who could fight against ten, with God's blessing (Innate Qi) and more than ten years of fighting experience.
Jean even bought a seaplane.
There was also the last trump card, the mage Nick that Marquis Jean invited from the Ministry of Magic.
Looking at the ice and snow under his feet that were completely incompatible with the current season, Jean's face showed an excited smile.
"Let's go, guys."
… …
Although they were equipped with modern tools, Zeon and the others were still greatly hindered by the strange changes in weather on the island at all times.
Mage Nick, with a face full of hardships and eyes full of wisdom, was now standing on a huge ice sheet.
He reached out and patted off the snowflakes on the ice sheet, looked at the bottomless ice layer in front of him, frowned and said: "Marquis, I don't recommend you continue to go down, this ice layer makes me feel an evil aura."
Marquis Jean frowned and looked at the black teenager: "Babato, are you sure you saw the ruins here when you came last time?"
"It's this underground passage, but the last time I came here, it wasn't frozen."
Letting out a sigh, Marquis Jean said, "Guys, you all heard it. Let's get to work."
Flamethrowers and some materials for releasing high heat magic (Taoist). Zeon and his team spent a day and a night before they finally dug through the layer of ice in front of them bit by bit. A pitch-black underground tunnel without any light appeared in front of them.
Babato swallowed his saliva, looked at the passage in front of him, and suddenly said, "I … I don't want to go down."
A combat team member also said, "Boss, I have a bad feeling. Where does this thing lead to?"
"No matter where it leads, we have to keep going," Marquis Jean said.
"Be careful." Magician Nick took off his coat, revealing a brand new red combat suit. The six-pointed star on the chest of the combat suit was the symbol of the Empire's Ministry of Magic. With a swing of his hands, two pitch-black spears appeared. These newly developed magic spears were able to convert the magic essence (psionic energy) in a person's body into particles and shoot them out, creating a powerful destructive force.
It was precisely because of the decline of Taoist magic in the Central Plains that the Empire was able to fight against the entire Central Plains by relying on their huge advantage in magic.
Holding the spears in his hands, Nick still had a bad feeling. "I feel the power of darkness."
The magician's words cast a shadow over everyone's hearts. The group slowly walked towards the entrance of the passage. Suddenly, five to six combat team members roared, and the Type-77 automatic machine guns in their hands were already unleashing a storm of death at their companions.
Their eyes were red, and their voices were hoarse, like desperate beasts.
Dadadadada!
"What are you doing?"
"Are you crazy?"
Nick raised his hands, and a blazing flame burst out from the barrel of the gun. In a second, the six frenzied members were turned into charcoal.
"What's going on?"
"They're crazy." Nick shook his head. "This feeling is a bit like the mind power used by the warriors of the Central Plains."
Unlike the warriors of the Central Plains, the warriors of the Western Continent who had God's Blessing (Innate Qi), after knowing how to use God's Possession (Mind Power), paid more attention to the direction of self-defense and self-strengthening.
The death of the team members did not stop Baron Zeon, and the group walked in the dark passage.
However, the various traps that followed made their morale lower and lower.
There were insects that could spit fire, rooms in a labyrinth that kept moving, electrified metal floors, flaming whirlwinds that appeared out of nowhere, acid fog, freezing air, and puppet guards made of stone. Some of the team members even felt inexplicable fear, shock, and madness.
The entire ruin was like a grotesque death trap. After paying the price of more than twenty casualties, they finally arrived at the main hall of the Holy Tomb. Zeon's mood became more and more irritable.
Dr. Martin was still alive and well because he had always been surrounded by people.
He looked at the murals in the hall with a shocked expression. "This … this looks like the tomb of a Western Wei noble?"
"Tomb?" Marquis Zeon was shocked. "Someone actually built a tomb here? It looks like he has a lot of treasures to hide. "
"Let me see." Professor Martin walked in the direction of the murals. The more he observed, the more exaggerated his expression became. When he saw the last image, he exclaimed, "Heavens, this is unbelievable …"
Before he could finish, a huge palm fell from the sky and smashed Professor Martin into a pile of meat paste.
"No!" Baron Zeon took a step forward. The mechanical power released by the battle armour allowed him to charge at Martin like a cheetah, but he could only watch as Martin was smashed to death.
"Damn it!"
Looking at the stone hand in front of him, there was no trace of any mechanism.
"What the hell is going on?"
Nick's expression became more and more serious. The whole hall seemed to become darker and darker. The thick darkness was like a man-eating beast, narrowing everyone's vision bit by bit. The flashlights in their hands could only illuminate a distance of less than two meters.
Unknowingly, the darkness had turned into a thick, impenetrable fog.
"Marquis, I have a bad feeling," Nick said. "We have to leave this place immediately."
"No, I paid such a big price. I can't back out," Baron Zeon said. "Wait, I think I found a secret door."
Looking at the obviously man-made tunnel, Zeon sighed. "Someone actually came here first?"
Everyone looked at each other. Under Zeon's command, they continued to go underground.
After paying the price of more than ten people, they broke through one mechanism after another. After walking through the study and the treasure room, everyone's mood became worse and worse. An inexplicable sense of irritation, fear, and fear filled the whole team.
However, after passing through the last tunnel, Zeon's team finally reached the deepest part of the tomb, in front of the black crystal coffin.
"What is this?!" Everyone looked at the huge coffin with their mouths agape. Their faces were filled with shock.
Zeon ignored Nick's attempts to stop him and rushed into the coffin. Looking at the black stone coffin in front of him, an excited smile appeared on his face.
"I think it's best not to open it." Nick's eyes were filled with fear. "This coffin gives me a bad feeling, very bad."
"Please, it's just a dead person. I didn't pay so much for sightseeing." Unknowingly, Zeon's eyes had turned blood red. "Guys, open it for me. Let's see what's inside."
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