Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 187 The City Under the Sea
"The boat is being towed," Ryan reminded.

"Ah."

As if there were several invisible mechanical arms supporting the hull, the Caribbean was well guided into a place similar to a pier.

"There's air!" Conrad was surprised.

On this ancient Greek-style pier, there is a smell full of corruption and staleness.

Looking from a distance, towering marble colonnades and broken tiles can be seen everywhere.On the pier, a row of two-story warehouse-like houses, there was not a single intact wall to be found.

It wasn't the erosion of the years that caused the walls to collapse and dilapidation, but that in the long past, this place had obviously experienced an extremely tragic battle.

Here and there lay dried skeletons, some of which were monstrous humanoids with fins, webbed feet, and lizard-like skulls.

More are the dry bones of human beings.

These human remains in bronze armor were first densely piled up at the pier, and then extended all the way to the warehouse area.

Looking from a distance, you can see that the 20cm thick bluestone brick wall has been violently punched into big holes that can accommodate a two-meter giant man.

On the walls, on the ground of the pier, and on the pillars, there are broken spears everywhere, as well as the remains of some monsters that were nailed there.

The traces of the battle stretched from here to the gate of the city.

Outsiders like Mark felt palpitating.

When the ship docked firmly on the approach bridge of the pier, everyone turned their attention to Mark.

They waited for their master's orders.

Just as Mark was about to say something, suddenly, a sense of déjà vu came.

"Again?"

This time, it was no longer a vague and short-lived fragment of prophecy, but an extremely clear picture, as if... as if another Mark had personally experienced this scene.

In the picture, thousands of sea monsters that look like murlocs emerge from every corner of the city, quickly engulfing the intruders who are trying to escape...

"Hiss—" From the gap between Mark's teeth, a big mouthful of cool air spewed out.

After recovering from his stupefaction, Mark waved his hand, and a huge stone tablet appeared out of thin air and was heavily inserted into the pier.

After getting it, it was the first time for him to use the [Monument of Glory in the Ancient Battlefield]!
"Hank! I will summon an army of heroic spirits. When we explore this ruin, it is up to you to command these heroic spirits and guard our retreat."

"Yes!" Hank's eyes lit up and he was full of energy.

He is well aware of his strengths and weaknesses.

In exploration operations, he often becomes a liability.Head-to-head confrontation and command operations are his strengths.

He added another question: "Do you want to clean up the pier?"

"No, I'll take what I want and leave. And...they might be our help." Mark pointed.

Everyone knows that Mark's methods have long been independent of the camp.

If someone else did this, he might have been purged as an enemy long ago.

The infighting between the churches is not as sensual, or as open as they proclaim.

The Twin Goddesses clearly wanted to protect Mark, and the Demon God General incident also resulted in the fact that Mark's subordinates didn't even bother to tell the truth.

He used the power of the dead to either offend the Parthian sect, or be disrespectful to the reincarnation sect, no matter how bad it was, he also pissed off the [death] demon god in the apocalypse.

He is the only one who dares to do this all over the world.

Mark opened the stele, and immediately felt that the power of death deposited on the pier continued to flow into the stele.

Undoubtedly, the power of [War] and [Death] quickly accumulated in the stone tablet.

I don’t usually feel it, but the stele is so easy to use at the critical moment, which makes Mark’s heart itch, thinking whether to find more [War] knights, and give him a ‘half price for the second stele’, so that he can get the second stele with half the effort. A war stele?
Half an hour passed, and it was almost stuck. Mark estimated that according to this progress, it would take another 15 minutes at most before the stele could actually be activated, and he was ready to go.

"The exploration team should not have too many people. Conrad, Helena, and Rosalind, the three of you come with me, and the rest stay on the Caribbean."

"Yes!" The rest of the subordinates agreed in unison.

Exploration begins.

In fact, this statement is a bit wrong, Mark is almost straight to the goal.

In the soul vision, the soul connection between Valkyrie's torso and right arm is already very obvious.From the thickness of a pen core at the beginning, it is now as thick as a human leg.

This allowed Mark to dodge unnecessary things like... traps.

The wide stone road is full of potholes and battle marks, but there are always some places that look clean and new.Without even looking at it, Mark climbed over the fence on the side of the road and jumped onto a small road.

The small road is not easy to walk, the road is full of devastation.In addition to the blue and white walls, there are scratches from intruders all over the place.More are some spell traps that haven't been triggered yet.

With a soft "squeak", three scimitar-like water blades suddenly shot out from the cracks in the stone slabs on the ground. If Mark hadn't grabbed Conrad's collar suddenly, the storm warrior would have said anything. One leg is left.

"Thank you, my lord!" Conrad said with lingering fear.

"Small thing!"

When Mark puts his mind on the limited number of people, the predictive ability of the fate dice will become sharper, and the future vision will become clearer.

Mark didn't know why the villagers called him 'ruthless man', and he didn't know why he didn't need to pay the price, or he had already paid the so-called price, but he knew very well that at this juncture, he needed dice to help open the way.

However, no matter how careful he was, when there was an ethereal singing sound in the distance, he still fell for it.

The singing is very nice!

Full of provocative meaning.

As soon as the voice came out, Mark's first reaction was that the Muse was being suppressed by him, and she kept crying softly.

And he himself is holding Muse and falling onto a big bed...

"Huh?" This provocative feeling instantly pulled his vigilance to the fullest.

Since meeting so many ancient gods and demons, Mark's resistance to mental pollution has reached a level that ordinary people can't imagine.

He just bit his lip hard and woke up immediately.

Without hesitation, following the direction of the singing, he raised the revolver and shot.

"Oh!"

Masonry splattered.

Mark must have realized that he had blown up a statue five meters away.

Based on the identification of the wreckage, he deduced that it might be a defensive statue containing the power of the legendary siren, which was used to confuse the enemy.

However, what he couldn't understand was that within five seconds, the three people around him all disappeared.

And in front of him stood a large stone monument.

Mark lost his voice in astonishment: "No way! I really can't follow what I say?"

If he read it correctly, the one in front of him is another [War Stele]!
(End of this chapter)