Looking coldly at these strong men holding metal spears, Polpot laughed and cursed in a low voice: "The divine guards protecting the treasure house? How ridiculous, these ignorant barbarians!"
After sorting out his clothes, Polpot led a large group of subordinates toward the entrance of the pyramid. The main structure of the pyramid was damaged, but the first and second floors below were still intact, although the weeds
It emerged from the cracks in the stones where the pyramid was built. The broken pyramid was covered with bird droppings and all kinds of strange things. However, the entrance of the pyramid was clean, and there was a lot of animal meat used for sacrifices.
and fruits.
A white-haired old man walked out from among the onlookers. He shouted to Polpot anxiously: "Dear Sir, this is a place for worshiping gods. Please don't disturb the dormant gods, otherwise you will
Be punished!"
Polpot glared at the old man and sneered: "I am the God you believe in! Damn it, you are a confidant of the Elders. Do you want to hinder me from exploring the treasure house of God?"
The white-haired old man was stunned. He suddenly jumped three feet high, pointed at Pol Pot with the wooden stick in his hand and roared: "Children of God, they want to blaspheme the gods, kill them!"
Nearly a thousand capable young men shouted "Ao Ao", waving their spears and simple bows and arrows and rushed towards Pol Pot.
Polpot waved his hand gently, and sneered: "Kill these ignorant creatures. Well, kill all the old people and men in the village in front, leaving those young and beautiful women...etc.
We have found that treasure trove, and you can use those women to relieve your excitement."
Hundreds of Roman chariots opened fire at the same time, and the beams blasted into the dense crowd. The natives screamed in terror, and their tribesmen disappeared in the rain of light, and their bodies were blown to pieces. The Romans fired only one salvo,
He killed 90% of the natives present.
The remaining natives were still in a daze. Dozens of Roman warriors laughed wildly and gave out mental shocks. The surviving natives had their heads exploded and died. Following Pol Pot's order, nearly a thousand Roman warriors rushed towards the enemy with axes and guns.
In a village not far away, massacres and plundering were launched against the natives inside.
"The women here are pretty good. Their skin is even smoother than that of the Eldar people. Of course, it's not as delicate as it is, but their waists are very strong." Pol Pot commented professionally on the golden-skinned natives on this planet.
After that, he led his subordinates into the pyramid.
After walking along the dim corridor for about two hundred meters, we came to a small hall. In the middle of the ground here was a black translucent statue more than two meters high, which was carved from the black spirit stone unique to the Romans.
Idol. The Black Spiritual Stone is a rare treasure of heaven and earth that can condense people's spiritual power and produce a powerful spiritual body similar to the human soul. In the heyday of the ancient Romans, the spiritual body condensed in this Black Spiritual Stone,
It was the trump card of the Romans in ruling countless civilizations.
Pol Pot patted the statue, and a spiritual force circulated inside the statue several times.
"Unfortunate god, it has not replenished its spiritual power for too long, and it has died." Pol Pot laughed strangely a few times, and punched the statue in the heart with force.
Suddenly there was a slight sound of water flowing underground in the pyramid, and a floor tile sank about a finger deep in a corner of the hall. Polpot hurried over and carefully pressed his hand on the floor tile. Look.
A faint green light suddenly flashed on the floor tiles that looked like ordinary bricks, and the bricks became as crystal clear as emeralds. The green light slowly enveloped Pol Pot's right palm, and the sound of running water under the pyramid became louder and louder.
The floor tiles suddenly bounced up, and the green light disappeared.
Polpot hurriedly stamped his foot on the floor tiles, causing the floor tiles to sink about three inches.
Dense water mist sprayed out from all directions, and the dense water mist sprayed on the black statue. The statue was like a dry sponge, slowly sucking the water mist into its body. A bright water line was inside the body of the statue.
Appearing, this extremely thin water line flows slowly in the body of the statue, from the center of the eyebrows down to the Dantian, and then flows around the body.
Pol Pot did not dare to neglect. He carefully followed the trajectory of this water line and condensed his mental power into an extremely thin hairspring that swam one hundred and seventy-two times in his body. The thin mental power hairspring in his body
Every time it flows, it will expand twice as much. In the end, this mighty force has stretched Pol Pot's body several times, and his body is about to explode.
"Hey!" Pol Pot roared, and a dazzling blue light erupted from the center of his eyebrows, directly hitting the statue's eyebrows.
The statue fell backwards and hit the ground heavily.
An indentation appeared on the floor of the hall that could just accommodate the statue. The statue fit perfectly into the indentation. Polpot walked up and used all his strength to rotate the statue counterclockwise three times.
When the statue rotated, a piece of ground about ten meters in diameter in the hall also rotated. The resistance on the statue was extremely strong. Pol Pot completed this action with great difficulty, and he was already sweating profusely.
Silently, a door opened on the wall on one side of the hall, revealing a light curtain more than two meters wide.
"Short-distance space transmission device!" Pol Pot and his subordinates exclaimed at the same time: "This is our long-lost top space technology."
Without any hesitation, Polpot strode towards the light curtain and stepped in with one step. Dozens of the highest-ranking Roman warriors hurriedly followed, while the other Romans cautiously guarded near the pyramid.
This place is surrounded by water.
After a short period of feeling weightless, Polpot's eyes suddenly lit up and he came to a huge hall.
Behind him is a curtain of light with a flowing halo. The length and width of the palace in front of him are several miles away. A huge statue of a Roman warrior stands a thousand meters in front. Next to this huge Roman warrior, there is a tall stone tablet.
There is a passage engraved on it in ancient Roman script.
"All glory belongs to Roman!"
"The glory of Roman belongs to us."
"Loyalty, perseverance, passion, and unyielding, Roman Knights, move forward!"
"For Roman, we will sacrifice everything."
"Your Excellency!" A Roman warrior took a few steps forward blankly and stared blankly at the huge Roman warrior statue.
"This is the legendary headquarters of the Roman Knights! This is the legendary inheritance temple of the Roman Knights!" Pol Pot raised his hands and shouted almost crazy: "This is the ancestor of our Holsham family.
Court, this is the source of all the glory of our Holdom family!"
All the Roman warriors who followed Pol Pot here screamed crazily at the same time: "Long live Roman! Long live Holsheim!"
Polpot rushed towards the huge Roman warrior statue with gleaming eyes, and he roared loudly: "This is the inheritance temple of the Roman Knights, this is the ancestral home of our Holdom family, this is
The headquarters of Roman’s most heroic and powerful warriors, this is the most glorious temple for us Romans!”
A white light suddenly flashed in front of Pol Pot, and a huge force hit Pol Pot, knocking him backwards.
Dozens of strange beings whose bodies were made of white smoke, wearing metal armor, holding metal swords, and emitting powerful energy fluctuations all around them stood in front of Pol Pot. One of them, a middle-aged man with a vague face, shouted in a low voice: "
Descendants of Roman, stand back! This is the temple of the Holcam family, and only the direct descendants of the Holcam family can receive the true inheritance of power!"
Pol Pot pointed at his chest almost hysterically and roared: "I am the true direct descendant of Holchem, I am Pol Pot Hollim!"
A crystal panel more than a foot long flew out from the deep hall at the back, and the crystal panel emitted a crisp electronic sound: "Descendant of the Holdom family, please drop your blood on me."
Polpot hurriedly pulled out a sharp dagger from his waist and cut his palm hard. A large amount of blood spurted out, and Holchem almost covered the crystal plate with his own blood.
After a few seconds, the crisp electronic voice said with a smile: "The genetic compatibility is perfect. Welcome to your arrival, the descendant of Holgram, welcome to your arrival."
The white figures in armor knelt down at the same time, and they shouted loudly: "All members of the Doomsday Guard Brigade of the Roman Knights, have met your lord."
Following the heavy shouts of these white figures, more white figures emerged from the air around them. Finally, three thousand white figures with smoke-like bodies formed a neat square array in front of Pol Pot.
, they welcomed the arrival of Pol Pot with the most traditional Roman knight etiquette.
Pol Pot looked at these people in shock. He mumbled blankly: "You guys, this is..."
The white figure who spoke first raised his head and said in an extremely calm tone: "We were ordered to guard the inheritance temple, but our brothers have never arrived. Our natural lifespan has been exhausted, and we can only use the kingdom's latest technology.
, transforming our bodies and souls into pure energy entities. Or, you can call us - ghosts."
Pol Pot's body trembled violently. He stared at these people blankly and was speechless for a long time.
After a long time, Pol Pot asked dryly: "How many years have you been guarding here?"
All the white figures were silent. They lowered their heads deeply and touched the ground with their foreheads.
The middle-aged man who spoke first lowered his head and thought for a long time, and finally said dryly to himself: "I joined the Roman Knights when I was sixty-seven years old, and was honored to become the Doomsday Guardian Brigade when I was three hundred and ninety-five years old.
Captain. When I was fourteen thousand nine hundred and fifty-nine years old, I exhausted my natural lifespan. My soul continued to exist for two thousand three hundred years before it transformed into its current state... Then, we will return to
I have no sense of time anymore.”
With a dry smile, the middle-aged man said to Pol Pot: "Time has no meaning here, what do you think?"
Polpot and all the Roman warriors behind him bowed deeply at the same time. They drew out their swords and slowly held them tightly in their hands with the most solemn movements, with the sword spine close to their own.
forehead, and then knelt down on one knee towards these Roman ancestors who had transformed into ghost-like beings.
"The Roman Knights no longer exist." Polpot said to the middle-aged man: "But our people are still fighting with powerful enemies in a distant place. My ancestors, are you willing to fight for
Roman, do you want to continue fighting?"
"For Roman, charge forward!" All the ghosts stood up at the same time, raised their swords high, and shouted in unison.
The middle-aged man was so excited that he trembled all over. He shouted loudly: "Our people are still alive! We are not alone in the universe!"
Polpot bowed deeply once again and said in a deep voice: "We Romans will survive forever. We will never be alone in the universe."
Three minutes later, under the leadership of Yazak, captain of the Doomsday Guardian Brigade of the Roman Knights, Pol Pot came to the huge warrior statue. There was already a permanent power engine in the inheritance temple that had not been started for countless years.
When it was started again, huge energy was continuously injected into the warrior statue.
"Child, are you ready to inherit the real power that belongs to our Roman?" Yazak looked at Polport and said seriously: "Only the purest descendants of the Holdom family can get this inheritance.
Power. Only true descendants of the Holstein family can become the leader of the Roman Knights."
Polpot looked at Yazak equally seriously: "I have been prepared for a long time." He looked at the huge warrior statue in front of him in ecstasy, and said with trembling: "I have had this hunch since I was a child, that I will become
A real big shot, Roman will rise in my hands, and I will become Roman's savior. This day has finally arrived."
At this sacred moment, Polpot thought of Dukat strangely.
"Oh no, that mean half-breed bastard."
Polpot smiled softly and said: "I have known since I was a child that I am different, and he is just a bastard."
Two huge blue light beams shot out from the eyes of the giant warrior statue, and gradually the two light beams merged into one.
Pol Pot strode into this pillar of light with infinite yearning and longing.
A flood of information poured into Pol Pot's mind, and huge energy instantly filled every cell of his body. Pol Pot's body shed layers of skin, and he was like a spring silkworm.
Every time the skin on his body falls off, his skin becomes whiter and more delicate, and the pale golden magic lines under his skin become more and more complex. Gradually, the golden magic lines are filled
Under his skin, he looked like a man made of gold.
Pol Pot felt the power and the invincible power.
He has mastered the power and the power of the ancient Romans to dominate the universe.
He has mastered more various 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. All the scientific research crystallization of the Roman Knights has poured in.
Pol Pot's Brain.
Two dazzling blue lights shot out of Polpot's eyes, and he suddenly felt as if he could see through all the mysteries of the universe.
"Roman!"
As Pol Pot roared, the blue light curtain around him kept flashing, and a huge shadow of a warrior wearing heavy armor appeared behind him.
"From today onwards, the god I believe in is condensed from the beliefs of countless Roman warriors - the Roman god of war, Maier Aluda!"
He clenched his fists with both hands, and the huge shadow of the God of War slowly submerged into Pol Pot's body.
