Chapter 856 Prism City

"This is..." Roland looked at Garcia.

"Elevator," the latter replied proudly, "wait a moment, you will see it soon."

Not long after she finished speaking, the indicator light by the car window jumped from red to green, and then the curtain automatically rose to reveal the scene outside the car.

Roland immediately understood the reason for the pride in her tone. He saw that the bus was parked on a huge iron plate, surrounded by concrete stone walls painted with yellow and black warning paint, and five or six metal tracks were embedded on it. , and the sound of the gears snapping continuously.

Every time they descended a certain distance, they could see dazzling spotlights and huge numbers. In just a few minutes, they had descended more than 100 meters, and the numbers were still increasing.

Accompanied by the orange warning lights constantly rotating on the outer edge of the iron plate, this scene was like a scene from a sci-fi movie. He was also in the ground, and he suddenly felt that the third border city he built paled in comparison. , and the underground city, which is still being towed and transported by hemp rope and steam engine, is almost no different from the urban-rural junction.

The strength of the association that can build such a facility has suddenly risen several levels in his mind.

Without strong economic and political strength as a background, it is absolutely impossible for a group of martial arts masters to realize such a magnificent project.

No wonder Garcia would be proud of this.

Even those wild Awakened with weird tempers were shocked by this scene. There was a lot of discussion in the carriage, and everyone couldn't help looking out the window, as if they wanted to find out how deep this place was hidden.

This move is a good way to get rid of the horse, Roland thought to himself, closing the curtains before probably did not want newcomers to know the exact location of the headquarters, but after entering the ground, they became confident. It is not so much to let everyone appreciate this spectacular project, but rather to let everyone appreciate it. Demonstrate the power of the association.

I just don't know if the spirits following behind will find a chance to sneak in.

When the number changed to two hundred and thirty-five, the iron plate finally stopped falling, and several openings appeared on the wall. The bus started again and drove into one of the tunnels.

This time it was only a short distance before reaching the finish line.

Roland followed Garcia out of the car, only to find that in front of him was a very wide underground plaza with densely packed lights above his head, the brightness of which was almost the same as daytime. If it wasn't for the previous experience, he would have found it hard to believe that he was in the Deep underground. There is a statue erected in Guangchengyang, which at first glance looks like a big hand holding an irregular polyhedron tightly. There are several buses parked next to the statue, it seems that they are not the only newcomers here.

"Those people are 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 to erosion, you must go to these two places."

He was slightly taken aback, "The erosion from the outside world... can you see it directly?"

"Not only can you see it, but you can also touch it—although you will never want to touch it," Garcia gave him a blank look. "Do you think we are a cult organization that draws a big cake and makes people work hard? From time to time Gathering newcomers and taking you to see the real crisis facing the world is what visiting the headquarters is all about. There are some things you won't believe until you see them—disaster is close at hand."

At this moment, the lights above the head suddenly dimmed, and the darkness poured out from all directions in an instant, focusing people's vision in a narrow range of Guang Chengyang——like a stage with the curtain opened, two beams of bright light A beam of light poured down from the dome, one fell on the statue, and the other reflected the figure of a lady in black.

Standing on a high platform beside Guangchen, she is about 30 years old, wearing a classical martial arts uniform, with long black hair tied on top of her head, and one eye seems to have suffered an old injury, which is covered by an eyepatch. Although the natural power of the dream world is not limited to men and women, it does not have the effect of magic power to improve the appearance of the body. In terms of appearance alone, she is no different from ordinary people. She is not tall, but she has a more calm and solemn body. momentum.

After the woman waved her hand to everyone, she said in a loud voice, "Good morning, all awakened ones, I am Lan, the chief disciple of "Guardian" Panshi. Welcome to Prism City! "

Prism...does it refer to the polyhedron on the statue? Roland noticed a whisper among the wild martial artists who came together, and seemed quite dissatisfied with her words.

Before he had time to ask Garcia, Lan had already continued, "Of course, the guards should be responsible for receiving new disciples, but unfortunately, there was some trouble in Yunxiao City, and the master and the other three guards were in charge. I left this place the day before yesterday. In order not to delay the tour, I had no choice but to receive everyone."

"I know that some of you have awakened many years ago and cannot be treated as real newcomers, but now the situation has changed drastically. If you are willing to come here, it is tantamount to recognizing the ability of the association. Naturally, you should temporarily put everything in the past aside. Hey, put the fight against the Fallen in the first place. The association doesn't care about your past identities and status, but only values ​​your future performance—the more critical it is, the more awakened ones should unite. If you don't accept the association's approach, now You can still leave!"

As he said that, the woman in black made a gesture of invitation, but no one moved in the square, and even the noisy discussions were quieted down.

"This chief disciple also entrusted him with a hand," Roland pouted. There are more and more fallen demons, and the wild awakened ones only apply to join the association when they cannot protect themselves. No matter how high their self-esteem is, they have to bow to reality at this moment. The other party saw exactly this point, and deliberately retreated to advance, and just a few words left this group of people speechless.

At any time, strength is the only criterion for convincing the opponent. For the Martial Arts Association, which protects one side, it is undoubtedly the simplest and most effective method to spread out the power it has mastered.

Garcia gave Roland a complicated look, and after a long time said in a low voice, "She is my master."

"What?" He was taken aback, "Master?"

"The senior I was talking about that day was her," Garcia sighed, "If you don't have to, you'd better not hang out in front of her. What Master doesn't like the most are people who are irresponsible and not punctual. .”

Uh, is that the case?

"Since all of you have made wounds, that's great. The association welcomes any new blood to join." Lan swept across the square, nodding with satisfaction, "I won't make a long speech here, nothing is more impressive than what you see with your own eyes. , now please come with me, to see the crisis that the world is about to face—you will soon understand that the battle of divine will is not far from us!"

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