Chapter 1239 2 Choices

The loading and unloading dock is about fifteen kilometers away from Tongzilou Community. In order not to attract attention, all the witches split up and took taxis to their destinations.

Roland was the last one to set off. He still drove the broken bread and drove Felice, Falti and others out of the community.

Ever since he participated in the joint annihilation operation of the Martial Arts Association, he has become interested in personal combat equipment. Although he cannot be as comprehensive as the association, it is not impossible to buy some civilian supplies and use them in the village.

For example, the portable walkie-talkie he bought on a certain website not only comes with a Bluetooth headset, but also has an effective contact range of five kilometers - although during actual measurements, it was found that when there are surrounding buildings blocking or the electromagnetic environment is complex, this distance will be Suddenly it was less than two kilometers away, but considering that the other party's price was less than two hundred and there was a huge discount for buying more, Roland resolutely equipped each ancient witch with one.

At least this thing is more convenient to use and much more concealed than a mobile phone.

He always felt that the scenes in movies where the heroes and villains were wiped out because their cell phones suddenly buzzed at critical moments were too deliberate. It would be too stupid if this happened to him.

And Falti, who has tracking and positioning capabilities, has naturally become an information processing center.

"Your Majesty, Betty's group has arrived near the loading dock and successfully reunited with Ling."

"Let them hide first and wait until the main force arrives before taking action." Roland said without looking back.

"Yes. Tong En's group is about five minutes away, but she may not have enough money."

"Uh... Just ask who has more, and help her pay for it when she gets there."

"Wait a minute, she said that the driver just heard their conversation and has agreed to waive the fare this time."

"Okay..." Roland couldn't help rolling his eyes. Why had he never encountered such a good thing when taking a taxi?

Falti's cell phone rang again less than five seconds after hanging up, "Your Majesty, Flash said the car she took seemed to be taking a detour, and the destination was not like a loading dock."

Roland frowned, "Her direction is-"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a muffled "dong" sound coming from the other party's receiver.

Then came a series of noises such as squeaking, hissing, and banging.

Finally everything fell silent.

He rubbed his forehead and said, "Um... let them take another car. Be careful not to be caught by the camera when leaving."

"I understand, Your Majesty." Falti covered her mouth and said.

In this way, by the time everyone arrived at the dock area, it was almost an hour later.

The group that arrived first had even knocked the melon seed shells all over the floor.

Fortunately, the enemy seemed to have used the dock as their temporary stronghold and did not notice the arrival of the witches at all. If this was a pursuit battle, I am afraid they would have escaped without a trace. Roland suddenly felt that he might buy a few more vans next time to prevent similar embarrassing scenes from happening again.

He cleared his throat and looked at Ling, "What's the enemy's current situation?"

"Back to Your Majesty, the fallen demons are basically in the loading and unloading area, and there are at least thirty of them. The iron boxes in the outer circle have their eye whistles, and it is not difficult to avoid them by relying on Tong En's ability. The dock is close to the inland river. There was enough light on one side, so I didn’t dare to get too close. I could only take a look from a distance - most of the enemies were gathered in that area, but there were too many places to escape around. If a battle broke out, it would be difficult. Promise not to let any of them escape."

The spirit's ability can completely blend itself into the shadows, and its concealment ability at night is as good as that of a nightingale. It can be called a perfect investigator.

Roland pondered for a moment, "In that case, let's lure them out and destroy them. As long as we stay away from the river bank, we can cut off the enemy's escape route by jumping into the river and completely surround them."

"Theoretically it works, but...how to attract it?" Phyllis asked.

Roland smiled and pointed at himself, "I heard that they are attacking martial arts practitioners everywhere. Now that I see a lone person, there is no reason to let him go."

…

When all the witches disappeared into the dark night, Roland walked out of his hiding place and slowly entered the yard area, completely treating himself as a walker passing by by chance.

The yard was completely silent at this time, except for his footsteps and the occasional chirping of insects, no other sounds could be heard. The dim light came from the direction of the dock, and it was so dim that only the outlines of the boxes stacked around him could be clearly seen. This undulating, criss-crossing "wall" seems to form a dark maze, and it doesn't look like anyone is coming.

The cheap wholesale walkie-talkies came into play at this time, and Tong En reminded him that there was movement among the fallen demons hiding on the dock.

Apparently the sentinels wandering around the periphery noticed the fluctuations in the natural power on his body and reported the situation to the gang. The only thing that surprised him was that the enemy did not take action immediately, but allowed him to wander back and forth.

Until the searchlights in the yard were suddenly turned on, and the whole place suddenly became like daylight!

Under the dazzling white light, Roland could vaguely see a dozen figures slowly emerging. When his eyes adjusted to the sudden bright light, he found that he was surrounded.

The leading man wore a mask with a strange pattern printed on it. Both in terms of aura and appearance, he was clearly different from the fallen demons around him. Roland noticed that the pattern on the mask looked like a door about to open.

In addition, the two people beside the man did not look like ordinary demon-fallen ones. Their eyes were not dull, and they were still wearing the robes of the Martial Arts Association.

"Good evening, poor lost man," the leader was unexpectedly polite, "Although I don't know what kind of wind brought you here, you should understand that it is absolutely impossible to escape now. Instead of wasting your energy on meaningless things, it is better to listen to me quietly first."

Roland looked around, and sure enough he saw the figures of the Demon Fallen in front, back, left and right.

"Don't be afraid, I have no intention of killing you. On the contrary, for you, this may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity - I have just come to this world and I need your help." The man spread his hands and said, "Don't say goodbye yet. If you refuse in a hurry, please allow me to introduce myself: I am the messenger of the gods, Alpha, from what you call.”

According to the original idea, Roland should pretend to be panicked at this moment, so as to make the enemy relaxed and careless. But for some reason, looking at the other party's polite and under control attitude, he suddenly wanted to rush forward and give him a hard blow. The opponent punched twice.

"Are you the monster that invaded Prism City?"

"Invading is not accurate, because this place should have belonged to the gods," Alpha said unhurriedly, "Now it's just time to return it. Listen up, lost ones, your so-called martial arts masters will definitely fail, rather than return to nothingness. , it is better to be loyal to the gods.”

"It's normal that you can't understand it now. There will be plenty of time to elaborate on the truth about this world later. Putting aside those empty promises, I can now show you the most direct benefit - power." He stretched out Pulling out a finger, a little red light bloomed on the fingertip, and strong magic waves swarmed out, "I can inject it into your body, making you far more powerful than you are now."

"Your Majesty the Divine Envoy did not deceive you," the two people around the man agreed, "I have just awakened not long ago, but now I feel like I have inexhaustible power all over my body!"

"And it won't make you lose your mind and become as crazy as the Demon Fallen."

"What if I don't agree?"

"Then I have to make you become like these monsters - although they are a little weaker, they are obedient enough." Alpha shrugged, "On one side is the truth and powerful power of the world, on the other side is the annihilation of consciousness and the transformation into nature. You should be able to make a wise choice as a puppet who is extremely thirsty for power."

"Your Majesty, all personnel are in place." Falti's whisper came from the headset.

Roland curled his lips, "Why don't you let me tell you the truth of the world? I created this world, and I don't want to give it to anyone - so you also have two options. One is to voluntarily hand over all the cores." , and then die here; the second is to be killed by me, and then I will spend some time collecting your cores, how about it, which one do you choose?"

"I don't know what you call an idiot!" the betrayed martial artist shouted, "It's just you?"

"No, didn't you realize that you are surrounded?" Roland stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, "Kill them."

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