The capital of the dead...

Zhao Yingkong stood at the top of a huge stone pillar and looked at the desert in the distance. The stone pillar was at least ten meters high. It must have been the main pillar of a huge palace or temple before. But after thousands of years, she still stood there. Standing on it was enough to see a distance of ten thousand meters.

The high temperature in the desert was unbearable, but Zhao Yingkong had been standing on it for more than two hours, but he still didn't look impatient, but just focused on observing the distance.

"Get down, aren't you tired after standing for so long?" Yang Yun's voice sounded from under the pillar.

Zheng Zha and Zhan Lan were separated into one group, and the other group was naturally the combination of Yang Yun and Zhao Yingkong. But unlike Zheng Zha standing on the pillar on the other side, Yang Yun just sat in the shadow on the back of the pillar, and had no intention of monitoring the surroundings at all.

Zhao Yingkong frowned and said, "I think your lazy approach is wrong. If someone attacks..."

"What kind of attack will there be?" Yang Yun waved his hand indifferently, "The Yinzhou team has not entered yet, and Imoton is still standing in the corpse. Those men in black are not brainless. In this kind of endless desert, I am afraid that the attackers with normal brains will not charge head-on during the day, as that is a target for people."

Zhao Yingkong ignored Yang Yun and directly treated his words as air.

Seeing this, Yang Yun had to shrugge and fell asleep by covering his sun hat on his head...

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When Yang Yun woke up, it was already the lights. Looking at Zhao Yingkong's cold and tired gaze, Yang Yun showed an expression of "Who told you not to listen to my advice" and went straight back to the camp.

Not long after Yang Yun returned to the camp, Zheng Zha and others also returned to the campsite. After eating simple food, everyone sat together to discuss their own experiences today. Although O'Connor and the other two were talking about the scene below the tomb, while the others talked about the nearby environment lightly.

When it was Zhao Yingkong's turn to speak, his tone was actually a little colder than usual, and he glanced at Yang Yun from time to time. This situation made Zheng Zha and others look at each other frequently. I wonder what he did to make Zhao Yingkong unhappy.

Yang Yun directly ignored everyone's eyes and said quietly: "Prepare for it, the battle is about to be fought."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of horse hooves came faintly from afar, and there were a large number of horse hooves, as if nearly a hundred people were galloping towards this side.

Zhao Yingkong's face changed. Yang Yun actually heard the sound of horse hooves before her. Wouldn't that mean... his strength is stronger than himself?

【Hmph…it’s just that my hearing is better than mine.】

Zhao Yingkong gritted his teeth, and anger surged in his heart, and he tightened the teeth of the Nether Fire in his hand.

Yang Yun's attitude of not taking Zhao Yingkong seriously at all deeply stimulated this little girl with a strong self-esteem.

Aren’t you very awesome? Then I will prove it to you that I am stronger than you!

The sound of horse hooves approached quickly. A few seconds later, more than a dozen knights rushed out from behind the stone pillars in the distance. They were all wearing black robes. When several Americans hired guides fell down, the group of black knights had already shot at everyone in the camp area while shooting. Some of them even started burning tents and supplies with torches. Gradually, dozens of knights rushed out from behind the stone pillars.

Zheng Zha reacted the fastest, took out the miniature submachine gun and swept it in a row, and the several black knights who rushed to the front immediately fell down.

Zhang Jie and his two men also took out submachine guns and pistols at midnight. When they were about to start attacking, a petite figure rushed up.

The figure was like a whirlwind, and blood splashed everywhere he passed. Then a black knight fell off his horse, and a small hole was opened in his heart and lost his vitality.

Zhao Yingkong's agile figure was so cool that Yang Yun and Zheng Zha both widened their eyes and stared at her killing figure intently.

"It's like... it's like art." Looking at Zhao Yingkong dancing among the black knights like an elf, Zheng Zha couldn't help but sigh: "The only adjective I can think of is the 'Flower of the Battlefield'."

In comparison, Zheng Zha's fighting style that was so open and closed that it was full of injuries was really weak.

"Is the Flower of the Battlefield? I feel that this flower is just a bud." Yang Yun also stared at the figure and said with a smile.

The so-called assassin is a killer hidden in the darkness. He can escape thousands of miles away if he doesn't hit a single blow... In contrast, Zhao Yingkong, who was stimulated by Yang Yun for a few casually, started to be angry and rushed forward with a hot head to fight against the black knights, was really not a qualified assassin.

The way of assassin is not to chase and attack, but to hide in the dark and kill the enemy.

"And, there seems to be more than one flower on the battlefield."

"Yeah?" Zheng Zha looked at Yang Yun's gaze, and that direction was Zhan Lan.

Zhan Lan did not see any movements, but wherever her eyes could reach, the movements of the black knights would become slow or paused, and then they would be killed by Zhao Yingkong with one blow.

Although Zhan Lan was just harassing these black knights in the distance in order to save his mental power and did not use his mental power to control them, this was enough for Zhao Yingkong to catch the black knights and lose his mind in an instant.

As if feeling Zheng Zha's gaze, Zhan Lan looked at the two of them and smiled slightly at Zheng Zha.

Zheng Zha coughed twice in embarrassment, but fortunately Luo Li was not here.

With the secret cooperation of the two, nearly 30 black-clad knights were killed by Zhao Yingkong for a time. Then, after leaving more than ten corpses, the black-clad knights had to start retreating. Soon, the fierce black-clad knights retreated cleanly when they arrived, leaving only dozens of corpses on the ground and some injured horses.

The Americans hired guides gradually became quiet, and they began to cheer and thank Zheng Zha and others loudly, and even O'Connor and the other two looked at them blankly.

Zhao Yingkong, who had finished the battle, also came over and stared at Yang Yun with a slightly provocative look.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds before Zhao Yingkong hummed disdainfully, and then walked away without looking back.

Yang Yun looked at Zhao Yingkong's slightly staggering back and smiled helplessly.

Zhao Yingkong rushed into the encirclement of dozens of knights alone. Although Zheng Zha's support was supported, it was definitely not a small amount. After all, she was good at assassination, not group battles.

[Is it necessary to do this? This matter will lose its calmness. What will happen to you if you meet Zhao Zhuokong...]

Yang Yun sighed and looked at the entrance of the tomb.

The Americans who had just walked out of the tomb did not know what was going on. They were happily showing their discoveries to the people around them, several ancient glass bottles... and a thick and simple black ancient book!

The Bible of the Undead!
Chapter completed!