Release that Witch

"This is..." Roland looked to Garcia.

"The lift," the latter proudly replied. "Wait a minute, you will see it soon."

Not long after she said this, the indicator light on the side of the window jumped from red to green, and then the curtain automatically rose to reveal the scene outside the car.

Roland suddenly understood the reason why her tone was mixed with pride. I saw that the bus was parked on a huge iron plate surrounded by yellow and black warning paint concrete walls with five or six metal tracks embedded in it. And constantly make the sound of the gear bite.

Every time you drop a distance, you can see the glare of the spotlights and the huge number of signs. In just a few minutes, they have dropped more than 100 meters, and the number is still growing.

With the orange warning light that rotates on the outer edge of the iron plate, this scene is like a lens in a science fiction movie. Also in the ground, he suddenly feels that the third side of the city he created is eclipsed, compared to the way of entering this tall. The city of the underground, which is also towed by the hemp rope and the steam engine, is almost no different from the urban-rural junction.

The strength of the association that can make such a facility has risen several times in his mind.

Without a strong economic and political strength as the backdrop, it is absolutely impossible to achieve such a grand project with a single martial arts family.

It is no wonder that Garcia will be proud of this.

Even those grotesque wild awakened people were shocked by this scene, and there was a lot of discussion in the car. Everyone couldn’t help but look out the window and seemed to want to find out how deep the place was.

This move is a good down Mawei, Roland thought, before closing the curtains probably did not want the newcomers to know the specific location of the headquarters, but after entering the underground, there will be no fear, not so much to let everyone appreciate this spectacular project, it is better to say Highlight the power of the association.

Just don't know if the spirit behind you can find an opportunity to sneak in.

When the number became 235, the iron plate finally stopped falling, and several passages appeared on the wall. The bus started again and entered one of the tunnels.

This time it was only a short distance to reach the end.

Roland followed Garcia and got off the bus, only to find that it was a very wide underground square with dense lights on his head. The brightness was almost the same as that of the day. If it was not the previous experience, he could hardly believe that he was in the middle. Deep underground. A statue stands in the middle of the square, and it looks like a big hand holding an irregular polyhedron. There are still several buses parked next to the statue. It seems that they are not the only newcomers to come here.

“Who are those people from other cities?” Roland pointed to the crowd around the statue.

Garcia nodded. "There are countless branches in the association, but there are only two headquarters. If you want to get close contact with erosion, you have to go to these two places."

He gave a slight glimpse, "The erosion of the outside world... can you see it directly?"

"Not only can you see it, you can also feel that although you will never want to touch it," Garcia gave him a blank look. "Do you think that we are a cult organization that draws a big pie and makes people work hard? It’s the intention of visiting the headquarters to bring you to the real crisis facing the world. Some things don’t happen to you, you won’t believe that the disaster is close at hand.”

At this moment, the lights on the top of the head suddenly darkened, and the darkness rushed out from all directions, concentrating people's horizons into a narrow area in the center of the square. Just like the stage where the curtain was opened, two bright beams of light from the dome. Sprinkle it, one on the statue, the other reflects a black lady.

She stood on the high platform on the side of the square. She was in her thirties. She wore a classical martial arts suit and her long black hair was on her head. One of her eyes seemed to have been injured and covered by a blindfold. Although the natural power of the dream world is not limited to men and women, but there is no magic effect to improve the appearance of the body. In terms of appearance, she is no different from ordinary people, and her head is not high, but her body is more solemn and solemn. The momentum.

After the woman waved to everyone, she whispered, "Where are you awakened, good morning, I am the chief disciple of the "guard" Rock. Welcome to Prism City! ”

Prism... refers to the polyhedron on the statue? Roland noticed that there was a whistling sound in the wild martial arts home, which seemed to be quite dissatisfied with her words.

He hadn't had time to ask Garcia, and he went on to say, "Of course, the original reception of the new disciple should be taken care of by the guards. Unfortunately, Yunxiaocheng had some trouble, and the master and the other three guards had already I left this place the day before. In order not to delay the visit, I had to host you."

"I know that some of you have been awakened many years ago and cannot be treated as a true newcomer. But now the situation has changed dramatically. If you are willing to come here, you will recognize the ability of the association. Naturally, you should temporarily throw everything in the past. Open, the first place against the demon. The association does not care about the past identity and status, only the future performance is more at the crisis, the more the awakened should unite, if you do not accept the association's practices, now you can Choose to leave!"

The woman in black made a gesture of asking, but no one in the square moved, and even the noisy arguments were small.

"The chief disciple has a hand," Roland pouted. More and more demon people, the wild awakened people themselves to apply for joining the association, even if self-esteem is high, at this moment have to bow to reality. The other party is precisely looking at this point, deliberately retreating into progress, just a few words will make this group have nothing to say.

At any time, power is the only criterion for convincing the opponent. As a martial arts association that protects the party, it is undoubtedly the simplest and most effective means to spread the power of mastery.

Garcia looked at Roland in a complicated look. It took a long time to whisper. "She is my master."

"What?" He groaned, "Master?"

"The predecessor I said that day was her," Garcia sighed. "If it is not necessary, you'd better sway in front of her. What the master doesn't like most is the person who has no sense of responsibility and is not punctual." ""

Hey, is this the case?

"Since all of you have made a choice, it is very good. The association welcomes the joining of any fresh blood." He swept the square and nodded with satisfaction. "I am not here for a long story. Nothing is more impressive than what I see." Now, please come with me and see the crisis that the world is about to face. You will soon understand that the battle of God is not far from us!"