The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

Born in America and raised under materialism.

Obadiah and these men were a little confused.

"Listen! Calm down! This is called mass hallucination. People often die in this desert, and the places where their bones are buried will occasionally overflow with phosphorus powder and then burn."

"Boss, are you saying that these things are formed by burning phosphorus fire?"

"Of course!"

Obadiah waved his hand and ordered: "Charge over!"

"Yes!"

The mercenaries under his command pressed the accelerator, the off-road vehicle buzzed, and the wheels raised sand as it sped forward quickly.

"boom!"

"Pong!"

The car bumped uphill and bumped into those 'illusions' at the same time.

The front windshield was shattered and the hood of the car was slightly dented.

"Boss! If I'm not mistaken, we hit something, those hallucinations..."

Obadiah fell silent and sighed.

After a long while, he said: "So what if they are ghosts! We can't easily turn them into scum!"

Several mercenaries nodded. These ghosts can be hurt by physical attacks, so they are not scary.

As long as the guns in their hands are useful, they are not afraid of any number of ghosts.

The car was speeding on the Gobi Desert, and it wouldn't be long before they arrived at the helicopter staging area, and they would be able to leave then.

But Obadiah had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Why is it getting darker?"

The driver asked doubtfully.

Even with headlights on, visibility is rapidly declining.

"Did I suffer from night blindness?"

Whether this subordinate should say anything or not, when encountering a problem, he immediately looks for the cause himself. He is a good employee.

But at this time, he was like a noisy black crow in the car. As long as he opened his mouth, nothing good would happen.

"Zizi..."

The car stopped again, and everyone in the car staggered, especially Obadiah, who was not wearing a seat belt and almost flew out.

"Damn it, aren't you a Syrian battlefield driver? With such skills? I'm going to shoot you!"

Obadiah hissed.

Tony hasn't finished dealing with the bad things here, and his mentality is extremely broken by the "supernatural events" here.

The driver, whose neck was choked by Obadiah, said in horror: "Yeah... front... front..."

"What front?"

Several people looked in the direction of his finger.

The surroundings have been shrouded in dark fog.

Not a shred of light.

A handful of white mist exuding a faint blue light enveloped the car.

The next second the car sank, everyone in the car felt dizzy and nauseated, and the car fell rapidly.

"what!"

Obadiah grabbed one of his men's arms tightly and immediately regretted why he wasn't wearing a seat belt.

Fortunately, the fall lasted only a few seconds and the car came to a halt.

"The Road of the Dead, whoever enters by mistake will die!"

A horrifying sound echoed around.

It's like a canyon with a narrow space. The sound keeps bouncing back and becomes weirder.

"Die...die...die!"

The word "death" kept echoing in everyone's ears.

They leaned together and looked around.

The black fog gradually dissipated, and this place turned out to be the hinterland of a canyon.

At this moment, everyone held their breath and looked around.

Only the "tick-tock" sound of spring water splashing echoed around.

"Price...punishment!"

A strong male voice came from far away.

The next second, a white shadow more than two meters high appeared.

He holds two swords and wears luxurious and thick knight armor.

Those eyes couldn't be seen clearly, they just glowed with the red light of violent death, staring at the people in front of them.

"Ghost! Really a ghost!"

Several of his men screamed, but they quickly took out their rifles and pulled the trigger on the 'ghost'.

"Arrogance! Fear! Deserve punishment!"

'Ghost' issued a declaration of judgment, and in the next second all the bullets hit his body.

The bullet neither penetrated him nor scattered his body. Instead, it brought up clouds of white mist as thick as a finger.

"Puff puff!"

The bullet exhausted its kinetic energy and fell to the ground.

But the knight ghost just raised the sword in both hands and said angrily: "Death!"

A gust of wind came, a gust of death.

The homeless knight disappeared on the spot, his sword was thick but precise and deadly.

As he swung the sword, a person's head flew up, and he caught it with the flat surface of the sword's blade.

The blade of the sword was pointed directly at everyone, and the miserable head stared at Obadiah and the others.

"Kill him, kill him!" Obadiah shouted.

He was only about fifty, and he still had at least ten years left to indulge as much as he wanted. He didn't want to die here, and he didn't want to be killed by this ghost in this barren desert!

The individual missiles in the back of the vehicle were taken out, and the mercenary who was about to use the missile to blow up the homeless knight felt his body tremble.

"Snatch!"

A snatching sound.

Obadiah saw a large arrow as thick as an arm passing by, knocking his men away and nailing them to the yellow sand stone wall.

"Huh? Did I suffer from hypoglycemia again?" The mercenary driver was still reflecting on himself before he died.

The next second, he saw his half-empty intestines that had fallen outside, and his chest that was spewing blood.

"Forehead!"

"You are strangers, why did you stray into the path of the dead?"

The Homeless Knight said angrily.

Obadiah still didn't have half of the magnanimity he had just now, and looked around in panic.

Another knight as tall as the sword-wielding knight walked out. He held a big bow in his hand and was characterized by his red hair.

Seeing more than one such 'ghost', the mercenaries lost their fighting spirit.

His hands unconsciously touched the grenade on his waist, ready to fight to the death.

"Calm down, my dear Ollie to the knight, this group of people probably did not intentionally break into the Road of the Dead."

Several people looked in search of the sound.

A young man wearing a hood who looked just like a human walked out from behind the knight.

"We... no offense, just passing through."

"Hush! Let us pray for the innocent compatriots who were killed!"

Klein clasped his hands together and said piously.

suddenly!

Klein raised his hand, and in the next moment, a ball of runic energy formed a miniature magic circle in the air.

"boom!"

A bolt of thunder fell, accurately beating the person next to Obadiah into charcoal.

"Prayer is serious. Why are you laughing? I ask you why you are laughing?"

Several more thunderbolts fell, smashing the charred guy into pieces.

Obadiah said hurriedly: "We definitely don't mean any offense. As long as we can let us out of here, I am willing to pay any price!"

Obadiah and several mercenaries knelt on the ground, not even daring to look at Klein.

"Any price?"

"Yes!" Obadiah wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his heartbeat was already very fast.

"Okay!" Klein waved his robe with great grace.

"I am the master of the Path of the Dead, the great hunter of the Old Ones, the God of the Ancient Gods. You don't need to know my name."

Klein said word for word: "This is the price!"

With a wave of his hand, a white and fat domestic pig appeared in the dam.

"Hmph!!" The big fat pig grunted and looked around at a loss.

"She is a Shurima princess. She was cursed by a wizard. She needs a man who loves her to bond with her in order to regain her human body."

Klein almost lost his temper.

"glued?"

"Just giving birth to a child." Klein said.

Obadiah froze on the spot, his heart broken.