As if there were several invisible mechanical arms supporting the hull, the Caribbean was well guided into a dock-like place.
"There is air!" Conrad was surprised.
On this pier with an ancient Greek style, you are greeted by the smell of corruption and staleness.
Looking from a distance, you can see towering marble columns and broken tiles everywhere. On the pier, there is not a single intact wall in a row of two-story warehouse-like houses.
It wasn't the erosion of time that caused the walls to collapse and become dilapidated, but it was obvious that a very brutal battle had taken place here in the long past.
There were dried skeletons everywhere, some of which were humanoid monsters with fins, webbed feet, and skulls that looked a bit like lizards.
More are the dried bones of human beings.
These human remains wearing bronze armor were first densely piled up at the dock, 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 with large holes that can accommodate a two-meter-long man to pass through.
On the walls, on the dock floor, and on the pillars, there were broken spears everywhere, as well as the remains of some monsters that were nailed there.
Traces of the battle stretch from here to the city gate.
Seeing this made outsiders like Mark feel very frightened.
When the ship docked steadily on the approach bridge of the pier, everyone turned their attention to Mark.
They wait quietly for their master's orders.
Just as Mark was about to say something, he suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.
"Again?"
This time, it was no longer a vague and short-lived prophetic fragment, but an extremely clear picture, as if... it was as if another Mark had personally experienced this scene.
In the picture, thousands of fish-man-like sea monsters poured out from every corner of the city, quickly swallowing up the intruders who tried to escape...
“Hiss——” A large amount of cool air came out from between Mark’s teeth.
After recovering from his daze, Mark waved his hand, and a huge stone monument appeared out of thin air and was planted heavily on the pier.
After getting it, this was the first time he used the [Glory Monument of the Ancient Battlefield]!
"Hank! I will summon an army of heroic spirits. When we explore this ruins, it is up to you to command these heroic spirits and guard our way back."
"Yes!" Hank's eyes lit up and he was full of energy.
He knows his strengths and weaknesses very well.
In exploration operations, he often becomes a liability. Head-on confrontation and commanding operations are his strengths.
He added: "Do you want to clean up the dock?"
"No, I'll take what I want and leave. And... they may be our help." Mark pointed out something.
Everyone knows that Mark’s methods are no longer limited to camps.
If someone else had done this, I'm sure he would have been treated as an enemy and purged.
The secret war between churches is not as affectionate or as upright as they claim.
The Twin Goddess clearly wanted to protect Mark, and the Demon General incident also resulted in Mark's subordinates not even thinking of informing him.
By using the power of the dead, he either offended the Parthian sect, or was disrespectful to the Reincarnation Religion, or even worse, he also offended the Demon God of Death in Apocalypse.
In the whole world, he is the only one who dares to do this.
Mark opened the stele and immediately felt that the power of death deposited on the dock was still flowing into the stele.
There is no doubt that the power of [war] and [death] is quickly accumulated in the stone tablet.
I don't feel it at ordinary times, but the stone tablet is so useful at the critical moment, which makes Mark feel itchy. He wonders if he should find more [War] knights and give him a 'second tablet at half price', so that he can get the second tablet with half the effort.
A war monument?
Half an hour passed, and it was almost stuck. Mark estimated that according to this progress, it would take at most another fifteen minutes before the stone monument could actually be activated, and he was ready to set off.
"The exploration team should not have too many people. Conrad, Helena, and Rosalin, the three of you come with me, and the rest will stay behind on the Caribbean."
"Yes!" The rest of the men agreed in unison.
The exploration begins.
In fact, this statement is a bit wrong, Mark almost went straight to the goal.
In the soul vision, the soul connection between the Valkyrie's torso and right arm is already very obvious. From the beginning, it was only as thick as a pen lead, but now it is as thick as a human leg.
This allowed Mark to avoid unnecessary things, such as...traps.
The wide stone road was full of pits and traces of battles, but there were always some places that looked as smooth as new. Without even looking at it, Mark climbed over the fence on the side of the road and jumped onto a path.
The path was not easy to walk on either. It was devastated along the way. In addition to the blue and white walls, there were scratches from intruders and more. There were also spell traps that had not yet been triggered.
There was a soft "squeak" sound, and three scimitar-like water blades suddenly shot out from the gaps in the stone slabs on the ground. If Mark hadn't suddenly grabbed Conrad's collar, the storm warrior would have said anything.
One leg is left.
"Thank you, my lord!" Conrad said with lingering fear.
"Little things!"
When Mark focuses on a limited number of people, the prediction ability of the fate dice will become sharper and his vision of the future will become clearer.
Mark didn’t know why the fellow villagers called him ‘ruthless’, and he didn’t know why he didn’t need to pay the price, or that he had already paid the so-called price, but he knew very well that at this juncture, he would have to use dice to help clear the way.
However, no matter how cautious he was, when a vague and insubstantial singing sound came from the distance, he still caught his attention.
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 kept singing gracefully.
And he himself was holding the muse and falling towards a big bed...
"Huh?" This feeling of teasing made him alert to the fullest in an instant.
Since encountering so many ancient gods and demons, Mark's resistance to mental pollution has reached a level unimaginable by mortals.
He just bit his lip hard and woke up immediately.
Without hesitation, following the direction of the singing, he raised his revolver and fired.
"Bang!"
Bricks and stones splashed everywhere.
It was only then that Mark realized that he had blown up a statue five meters away.
Based on the identification of the wreckage, he estimated 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 in what should have been no more than five seconds, all three people around him disappeared.
And there was a large stone tablet standing in front of him.
Mark lost his voice in shock: "No! Am I really following my words?"
If he saw it correctly, what was in front of him was another [War Stone]!
