The cold and wet corridor was like London, and Ma Xiaobo muttered, "Are you used to preserve cultural relics in such a broken place? All the things are rotten? Is the British wrong?"

Li Daoyuan gave him a blank look, "Or what if you think the British invited Mr. Zhao to ask about storage skills or traditional storage skills, it is probably because the environment below is too poor and many modern storage methods cannot be used. If it weren't for this, we wouldn't have the chance to get those things back."

"Then why don't they change things? I think it's good."

"Stupid!" Li Daoyuan slapped Ma Xiaobo on the back of the head, "Didn't the British say it? This is the safest place in the world they think. Which one do you think is easier than moisture-proof and moisture-proof or anti-theft? These British people also know that the collection of rare treasures from various civilizations here. If you don't have to guarantee that there will be a country that wants to secretly take it back. As a museum, they cannot mobilize the army to take care of it. Besides, the army may not be good, so they will definitely find a foolproof place. I can't say it. The reason why the museum is built here is because there is such a place below. Look, the style of this building is even older than the museum above. You can cheer up and don't capsize in the gutter."

As Pi Lie walked in front, he couldn't help but nodded when he heard the conversation between the two little guys. Li Daoyuan, a kid, was quick-witted and meticulous. He was a master of affairs. Although Ma Xiaobo was not that keen on, he was more loyal in practicing martial arts and had strong magic power. From the previous division of labor between the two of them, China was indeed outstanding and talented, and many capable people emerged. In comparison, the Western Holy See was not as good as the generation in recent years. As his opponent, Pi Liezhen felt sad for them.

After walking about 100 meters, the group came to a wide corridor. Looking around, there were caves after caves on both sides. After counting, there were 6 symmetrical ones on the left and right, totaling 12.

The four of them had good eyes. They used the lights on the wall to see weapons of different shapes inserted into the cave, including swords, halberds, axes, and hammers. There was even a longbow in the cave.

"What is this? Is it also a cultural relic? Why is it so casually?" Ma Xiaobo asked curiously.

"Who knows, maybe it's the sword of the most famous Knights of the Twelve Round Table in England. Look, there are exactly twelve holes."

Bi Lie glanced at Li Daoyuan and said with a smile, "Young man, maybe you are really right."

Now it was Li Daoyuan's turn to be stunned, "What does it mean."

Biley did not reply, but ordered Mark, "Mark restored his body, and these weapons have soul power attached to them." He turned around and smiled, "I promised to leave all the security measures along the way to us. You two are back and be careful of the rifle."

During their conversation, Mark had completed his transformation. The mighty demon rushed forward with the saber in his hand, because a blue-white gas had already poured out of the twelve stone caves, condensed into tall warriors, and these warriors were holding weapons in the cave behind them. If Li were here, he would probably be extremely happy, because these warriors here were so similar to the heroic warriors in the spirit ring.

However, as their enemy, Mark probably wouldn't be in a good mood at this moment. With a loud bang, a heroic spirit holding a giant axe collided with Mark fiercely. Mark had absolute confidence in strength. Even if the opponent had become a heroic spirit warrior, it was not his opponent. The giant axe was shaken open a gap. Just as Mark was about to pursue the victory, the wind sounded from both sides of his ribs.

Mark, who had rich combat experience, had no choice but to stop and give up the pursuit, waved his sword to block the spear and sword that was stabbed like a poisonous snake. Unfortunately, the heroic warrior who abandoned human nature and only had combat instinct was more skillful than before in his lifetime. When Mark exposed the empty gate, a long halberd roared down and forced him back.

This is not over yet. The heroes have no habit of breathing. Several heroes opposite Mark suddenly scattered everywhere. Then Mark saw a half-man-sized mallet spun over him. Damn, this is not like a knight, he is a group of migrant workers, what kind of weapon is this?

Unfortunately, the heroes on the other side would not pay attention to his complaints. What's more, in the era of the Knights of the Round Table, tools such as axes and hammers were originally their weapons. In that era when wooden sticks were common weapons on the battlefield, their weapons were already very high-end.

Pile, who was standing behind, looked very good. The reality on the battlefield clearly proved to him that he was still too arrogant. Not only did Mark alone fail to deal with these defenders, he seemed to be at a disadvantage and had no choice. It seemed that he had to take action.

The same trick was reused, and two balls of black smoke were formed in the hands of Pi Lie. This spell with the same deceptive and lethality was his specialty. No one except himself could guess whether it was a spell that was lethal or confusing this time in the black smoke.

However, the heroes did not intend to guess. They acted completely on instinct like robots. A archer hero who was originally looking for opportunities in the rear turned the arrow and shot it when the magic of Pile was just formed. At the same time, another hero who held a sword in his left hand flew over to a dagger the size of a palm.

These two strokes seemed to have turned on some switch. All the heroes with ranged weapons set their targets on Pile. The bows, arrows, flying knives and even short axes flew towards Pile wildly, as if he was a personal target. They were in a hurry to hit him. Not only did they fail to free Mark, but they were trapped in himself.

A hero holding two swords took a strange step and passed Mark in a few steps and attacked Pilei. The tricky angle and swinging speed made Pilei lose sight of each other, and the black robe on her body was damaged.

"What should I do? Do you want to help?" Ma Xiaobo asked. Usually, when Li Daoyuan is present, he will be lazy and hand over the things he is considering.

"Hey, help, it's obvious that these round table knights are the British. If they lose, it will be difficult for us to get in. But don't worry, let's plan to see these knights have some weaknesses, so we can use them."
Chapter completed!