In a panic, several people soon noticed Anyang that had come into the crack of the door. This was undoubtedly a weirdo for them, wearing silver-white shiny metal armor and a sharp spear, and they didn't know him at all.

"Who are you?"

"How did you get here?"

"Oh, you're dressed like an armored warrior!"

The mercenaries opened the box in their hands as soon as possible, took out the assault rifle from it, and thumped the box on the ground, took out the magazine and inserted it into the gun body, and pulled the bolt to point it at Anyang.

"Man, you are quietly following us here and what do you want to do when you come here?"

Anyang ignored them completely, crossed Woods and Dr. Sebastian for a few steps forward, suddenly stopped, and looked at the void in the corner.

"We're meeting again, friends from aliens."

Everyone in the room didn't understand, frowned and stared at him, and the noisy sound suddenly filled the entire tomb.

"What are you talking about? Are you crazy?"

"I'll ask you again, please answer me, how did you come here? Did you hit that hole? Where are your companions?"

Anyang still ignored them.

"Is it meaningful for you to be invisible? These humans do not pose a threat to you, and to me, I can see whether you are invisible or not!"

The iron-blooded warrior ahead still did not remove the invisibility. Instead, the captain of the trio raised his spear and pointed it at him, as if challenging him. It was indeed a race that ignored his life in order to fight and regarded glory more than anything else.

The mercenary opened the gun insurance and pointed it at Anyang's head.

"Don't pretend to be a fool and answer our questions, otherwise, I don't think the iron on your body can block my bullets!"

Anyang turned to look at him, his eyes turned down to the shoulder cannons in his arms, and suddenly remembered the general content in the original plot. This group of people were chased by the iron-blooded warriors because they took these three shoulder cannons and died one by one.

"You took the hunter's gun, do you want to be hunted?"

Anyang said as he walked towards him.

"Don't come here, man, if you take another step, I'm going to shoot, guarantee it in the name of God!"

"You will die if you shoot, promise in my name."

Anyang raised the spear in his hand and suddenly accelerated his pace.

Dr. Sebastian's expression changed slightly and he quickly shouted: "No, don't shoot, don't be impulsive."

Just as he insisted on picking up the shoulder cannon, the mercenaries who disdained several experts ignored him. When An Yang was less than two meters away, he resolutely pulled the trigger.

What can two meters do? For mercenaries, bullets can reach in 0.003 seconds, and for Anyang's explosive power and speed, it is just a momentary skill.

"Bang!"

The bullet exploded into a fleeting spark when it hit Anyang, which was extremely conspicuous in the darkness, but it was obvious that it did not penetrate his armor, and the next second the spear had pierced his throat.

"puff!"

Blood shot out, the corpse to the end.

Everyone present had their eyes wide open, but fortunately they had been more or less trained and did not scream.

Anyang looked up at another mercenary, staring at him like a hawk: "You can shoot, but the outcome is the same as him!"

Dr. Sebastian stood up again: "Don't, don't, one person has died, we can't die anymore, we should all return to the ground camp alive."

The mercenary was not as rebellious as the man before, but he obviously looked down on Sebastian's words, held the gun and retreated, and distanced himself from Anyang, who was pulling out his spear.

Soon, he suddenly raised the gun.

"Will Pete die in vain? You murderer, go to hell!"

Anyang could only sigh that Americans really don’t cry when they see the coffin, especially the characters in the movie, which triggered the invisible talent that would hit the muzzle when they see it.

A burst of gunfire sounded, and the bullet hit Anyang and shot countless sparks. Then a long spear flew out, easily piercing the mercenary's body, and even nailing it to the wall, the gunfire ended abruptly.

The world is pure.

The scientists in the tomb chamber were even more frightened, and in general they were experts, not warriors.

"Oh my God, you killed him, you killed two people!"

"They fired the gun first, I just defended myself, and I said, you heard that once you shoot me, they will die."

Anyang's voice came from under his helmet and it was a little cold. He kept walking to the first mercenary and picked up the shoulder cannon. He calmly went to the second mercenary and grabbed the handle of the gun and pulled it out, despising everyone and the iron-blooded warrior.

This posture hit the hearts of the expedition members like a heavy hammer, making them feel like they have arrived in the Middle Ages in the novel, an era of violence and force supremacy, but only in the novel, the Middle Ages that have not been rendered by the poet are not so charming.

Anyang grabbed three shoulder cannons and looked up and down.

Perhaps for the iron-blooded warriors who can easily cross the star field, this is an extremely primitive weapon, specially prepared for ancient and sacred hunting rituals, rather than modern war weapons, like the bows and arrows of human hunters, rather than aircraft, tanks and cannons, but for ordinary people and the earth of this era, this is already very powerful.

The next second, he held the shoulder cannon and threw it into the corner. Everyone's eyes followed. Then they were shocked. The three shoulder cannons did not land as they imagined, but floated quietly in the air, just like someone holding it. When they thought of An Yang's words just now, they suddenly shuddered.

"hiss!"

As they gasped in the air, blue light flashed in the air, and three strong figures in armor emerged from the corner. They had heads larger than those of the Earthlings, wrapped in silver masks, and a figure standing in front was carrying a gorgeous and sharp spear in his hand, and the other two figures stretched out their curved claw blades like wolverines.

"Oh my God, what kind of monster is this!"

The captain of the Iron-Defying Warrior trio took a few steps forward and stared at Anyang. Logically, this should be their enemy, a more powerful hunter, but the enemy returned their most favorable weapon to them.

The captain was a little confused.

Anyang took back his spear with a whistle and said to them: "Your weapons are now leaving here, the game has just begun!"

The Iron Blood Warrior was puzzled for a second, then roared, turned around and disappeared deep in the aisle, and even the group of humans did not kill them.

Anyang turned to face the expedition team and raised his arms: "Congratulations, you came to the bloodiest killing game ever."

Dr. Sebastian's face changed: "Wait, do you think this is a killing game?"

For the sake of humanity, Anyang nodded: "It has lasted for thousands of years, and these creatures have arrived on our planet for thousands of years. May you survive."

Miss Wu Zi asked again: "What was that just now, was it an alien?"

Anyang did not want to answer such questions with them, and said casually: "This, I think the knowledgeable and talented Dr. Sebastian can answer it for you."

Wu Zi's heroine's halo lit up, and she felt incomprehensible but was not afraid of it, and turned to look at Dr. Sebastian.

This mature, handsome and graceful man also did not lose his composure. He thought with extraordinary wisdom and gradually got an answer.

"Mr. Verland, I think the heat surge discovered by satellites has become meaningful now. This exquisite building needs an energy source. I think that is what you discovered by satellites. The energy system of this pyramid is starting to operate and ready!"

"Preparation? What to prepare?"

Faced with Verland's panic, Dr. Sebastian turned to look at a mural: "Do you recognize the things on their shoulders? The things that our ancestors worship, according to this, the ancient artifacts we removed from the sarcophagus were probably their weapons!"

Everyone's eyes widened, some felt incredible, some felt horrified, and a little excitement. If this was the case, it would be a great discovery that shocked the world.

An Yang shook his head secretly. These people are really the best. They don’t know their situation yet. They probably only know their fear until they die. In the original plot, they were finished.

Dr. Sebastian poured them a basin of cold water.

"The people we just saw are certainly the gods worshipped by our ancestors. According to the calculations they came to Earth thousands of years ago, they are likely from alien planets. Here they seem to play the role of a hunter, and their prey is unknown, and it may be us."

"We just held their weapons. If nothing unexpected happens, as this gentleman said, we will be hunted down, and even if we return to our original owners, we may not be able to survive. We are not strong in this game."

"So, gentlemen, what we should think about is how to reach the ground alive from here, rather than how to use the discoveries here to be famous throughout the ages."

Anyang looked at Dr. Sebastian: "You are right. Your wisdom is comparable to a thousand rifles, provided that you can survive."

The doctor stared at him: "But I still don't understand who you are, what kind of role you play in this game, how did you come here, what purpose are you, why are you not afraid of them, and you gave them guns, and your power is not like ordinary people!"

"You have too many questions, Doctor, I will not answer them one by one. I can only tell you that I am a human being like you, and this pyramid is like a prison. The reason I gave them guns is to prevent the prisoners from running rampant. Of course, I am not afraid of these mortals, but your chances of survival will be much higher."

Anyang said this and had already walked into the passage inside.

"If you want to survive, pick up the mercenary guns and fight here, otherwise the monsters in the dark will soon devour you."

Seeing the figure disappear, Dr. Sebastian turned his head and glanced at the contents of the mural. He was fighting fiercely with some kind of monster, a creature with long grooves and sharp tail, with a hideous face.

His hair stood upright.

Anyang was not in a hurry. Maybe he just needed such a game to vent himself. He also gave the Iron-Due Warrior Yishou Cannon, so that the game would be interesting.

There were a few gunshots and screams coming from beside him, and the aliens began to reproduce.
Chapter completed!