Release that Witch Chapter 856: Prism City
"This is ..." Roland looked towards Garcia.
"Elevator," the latter replied proudly, "just a moment, you will see it soon."
It didn't take long for her to finish saying this, the indicator light at the window of the car jumped from red to green, and then the curtain raised automatically, exposing the scene outside the car.
Roland suddenly understood the reason why her tone was mixed with pride. I saw that the bus was stopping on a huge iron plate, surrounded by a concrete stone wall painted with yellow and black warning paint. Six metal tracks, and the sound of gear bite continuously.
Each time you descend, you can see dazzling spotlights and huge marked numbers. In just a few minutes, they have dropped more than a hundred meters, and the number is still increasing.
With the orange guard light rotating on the outer edge of the iron plate, this scene is almost like a lens in a science fiction movie. He is also underground, and suddenly feels that the Border Town No.3 he created is overshadowed. Compared with this tall way of entry, The city of underground, which is also transported by hemp rope and steam engine, is almost no different from the urban-rural junction.
The strength of the association that was able to create this facility has risen several levels in his mind.
Without strong economic and political strength as the foundation, it is absolutely impossible to achieve such a magnificent project with a bunch of Martial Daoist alone.
No wonder Garcia is proud of it.
Even those weird wild awakeneds were shocked by this scene. There was a lot of talk in the car. Everyone couldn't help looking out the window, it seemed to want to see how deep this place was hidden.
This is a good step down. Roland thought that before closing the curtains, I probably didn't want the newcomers to know the specific location of the headquarters, but after entering the underground, they were not afraid. Instead of letting everyone appreciate this spectacular project, It is better to say the strength of the association.
I don't know if the spirits behind can find a chance to sneak into come in.
When the number became 235, the iron pan finally stopped falling, and several passageways appeared on the wall. The bus started again and entered one of the tunnels.
This time I only reached a short distance after reaching the end.
Roland followed Garcia to get out of the car, only to find a very large underground square in front of him, lined with dense lighting, the brightness of which is almost similar to daylight. If it was not for the previous experience, he would hardly believe that he was In the deep underground. A statue erected in the center of the square looks at first glance as if a large hand is holding an irregular polyhedron. There are also several buses parked next to the statue. It seems that they are not the only newcomers here.
"Those people came from other cities?" Roland pointed to the crowd around the statue.
Garcia nodded. "The association has countless branches, but there are only two headquarters. If you want to get close contact with erosion, you must go to these two places."
He froze slightly, "The outside erosion ... can you see it directly?"
"Not only can you see it, but you can touch it, although you never want to touch it," Garcia gave him a white look. "Do you think we are a cult organization that makes people die?" Bringing up newbies and taking you to see the real crisis facing the world is the original intention of visiting the headquarters. If you do n’t see some things in person, you wo n’t believe that the disaster is close at hand.
At this moment, the light above the head suddenly dimmed, and the darkness suddenly emerged from all directions, concentrating people's vision into a small area in the center of the square, like a stage opened by a curtain, two bright beams The pillars of light dripped from the dome, one fell on the statue, and the other reflected the figure of a lady in black.
She stands on a high platform on the side of the square. She is about thirty years old, wearing a classical martial arts suit, with long black hair tied to the top of her head. One eye seems to have suffered an old injury and is covered by a blindfold. Although the Power of Nature in the dream world is not limited to men and women, it does not have the effect of improving the physical appearance of magic power. From the appearance alone, she is no different from ordinary people. She is not tall, but she has a calm and solemn momentum .
After the woman waved to everyone, she said loudly, "Dear awakened, good morning, I'm Lan, the chief disciple of" Shou Shou "Rock. Welcome to Prism City! "
Prism ... refers to the polyhedron on the statue? Roland noticed a whispering sound from the wild Martial Daoist, and seemed to be very dissatisfied with her words.
He has n’t had time to ask Garcia before, Lan has continued, "Of course, the original reception of the new disciples should be taken care of by Zhenshou, but unfortunately, Cloud City had some trouble, the master and the other three I left here the day before yesterday. In order not to delay the visit, I had to welcome everyone. "
"I know that some of you have been awakened many years ago and cannot be treated as true newcomers, but now the situation has changed greatly, and your willingness to come here is tantamount to recognizing the ability of the association. Put aside everything for the time being, and put Demonic Fallen in the first place. The Association does not care about your past identity and status. It only values the future performance in the crisis, and the more awakened should unite. If you do n’t accept the Association ’s approach, you can still do it now. Choose to leave! "
The woman in black made a call gesture, but no one moved in the square, and even the noisy argument went down.
"The chief disciple is quite capable," Roland said with a lip. More and more Demonic Fallen, the wild awakened own joining association under the situation which is difficult to guarantee, even if the self-esteem is even higher, at this moment have to bow to reality. The other party was aware of this, deliberately retreating, and a few words left the group speechless.
Power is the only criterion for persuading opponents at any time. As a beneficiary of the Martial Daoist Association, it is undoubtedly the simplest and most effective way to spread the power.
Garcia looked at Roland with a complex look, and whispered after a long time, "She is my master."
"What?" He froze, "Master?"
"The predecessor I said that day was her," Garcia sighed. "If it is not necessary, you better not sway in front of her. What the master does not like is that he is not responsible and not punctual. People. "
Uh, is that what happened?
"Now that you have all made your choices, it's great. The association welcomes any fresh blood joining." Lan swept across the square and nodded with satisfaction. "I'm not going to make a long story here. The person impression is profound. Now please follow me and see the crisis that the world is facing. You will soon understand that War of Divine Will is not far from us! "