Chapter 857 The Essence of Corrosion

Hearing the last sentence, Roland couldn't help trembling.

Why is there a battle of divine will in the dream world?

He glanced at Garcia, but the latter's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't know if he knew about it a long time ago, or he didn't care at all.

Roland had no choice but to suppress the doubts in his heart, and followed the crowd to the square under the guidance of the lights.

At the end, he discovered that there are many honeycomb-shaped passages embedded on the towering stone walls. Whether entering from the ground or transferring between passages, you have to take the elevator suspended on the guide rails. I didn't feel it when the square was brightly lit before, but now that the vision is dimmed, dozens of elevators going up and down are like floating fireflies, making people feel like they are in a future city.

However, this design looks beautiful, but it is extremely inconvenient to use. If it is built in the city center as a landmark, it will be fine, but who do you want to show it to when it is buried underground? In case of emergencies such as fire, power outage, etc., the escape does not know where to escape.

Of course, it is against common sense to build the headquarters underground. If it is just to prevent others from invading, or to keep secrets, it is totally unreasonable.

If it wasn't that the Martial Daoist Association had too much money to spend, then there must be other reasons.

After entering passageway 24, Roland found that the ground under his feet was also a teleportation ladder, and as long as he stood still, he could move forward automatically.

Such handwriting is simply astonishing.

As if seeing his doubts, Garcia shrugged and said, "This used to be a mine, and the elevator passages on the wall are just using those abandoned mine tunnels—of course, some of them are newly dug, it depends on The rate of erosion."

"Erosion happened in the mine?"

"Not exactly, but you can assume that for now."

"So the association built its headquarters underground to prevent the erosion from spreading?"

Garcia showed a strange expression, "No, there is nothing that can stop the erosion from expanding. The headquarters is not guarding against the erosion, but the awakened ones with malicious intentions."

Seeing what Roland wanted to ask, she shook her head lightly, "You will understand when you see it."

The passage quickly led the group of people to another hall, which was arranged like a stepped meeting room, with the floors descending layer by layer until a podium was formed at the bottom. The defense measures here are obviously much tighter, and martial arts masters wearing the same costumes can be seen everywhere. They stand expressionlessly on both sides of the hall, staring at the newcomers who have just arrived, with no intention of welcoming them at all.

What about the martial arts practitioners who are said to be straightforward, enthusiastic and unrestrained? Roland slandered in his heart, treating new awakened people like this, no wonder others are unwilling to join.

After everyone was seated, chief disciple Lan stepped onto the podium again.

She didn't say a word, and directly lifted a curtain on the stage, revealing the huge glass box below.

Roland couldn't help frowning.

He saw a dark red "crystal" placed in the box, suspended in the center as if without weight, which reminded him of Taquila's magic power core. But the power of nature in the dream world does not produce ever-changing effects like magic power, and this crystal has almost no sense of substance, it is a bit like a clumsy sample made by 3D projection, but looking at Lan's serious expression, It doesn't seem like I'm joking.

"This is……"

"Erosion." Garcia said in a deep voice, "or 'loophole'. "

"What?" Roland was stunned.

"What's on stage is just a small part of it," she sighed softly. "Our world is becoming riddled with holes. That's the nature of erosion."

"I think some of you have already guessed, or felt—" Lan swept across the audience, saying word by word, "There is an evil force that has entered our world, and it has caused the Fallen to emerge endlessly, seriously It threatens the safety of the awakened. But I want to say that this concept is wrong, there has never been any evil force, it is just... a superposition from another world."

There was an uproar in the audience.

"What do you mean? Can you explain clearly?"

"What does another world mean?"

"When did the Martial Arts Association become the Academy of Sciences?"

"And what are Fallen, aliens?"

The behavior of the real newcomers was completely different. Those warriors who had already awakened the power of nature did not care about the identity of the other party's chief disciple, and directly yelled loudly.

"Quiet," Lan said unmoved, "If you have anything to say, wait until after watching the next display."

Following her words, the glass box slowly rose up, exposing the "crystal". Then three suspenders hung from the top of the podium, each with a video camera; at the same time, the wall behind Lan lit up—it turned out to be a huge screen with pictures from three different angles , respectively from the three cameras.

Roland quickly noticed a phenomenon that made his scalp tingle.

No matter which direction the camera shoots from, the irregular crystal always presents the same appearance.

How can this be?

Shouldn't it be a perfect sphere that can do this?

Things with edges and corners represent discontinuous changes, and the visual presentation must be different from each facade, but he didn't find any signs of rotation in the three pictures, as if it was not an object, but It's just a red spot on the screen.

His brain has subconsciously judged it as a virtual image, and the crystal itself does not exist.

But Lan's next move surprised Roland.

The chief disciple took an iron rod handed over by his assistant and inserted it straight into the red crystal. The rod did not penetrate the phantom as he expected, but disappeared in front of everyone. It can be seen through the screen that the three cameras have faithfully restored the original appearance of the iron rods. The angle...it pierced into the same place.

When Lan pulled it back, the stick in his hand was missing.

The hall suddenly fell silent.

In front of such a vision, everyone fell into silence, as if an invisible hand covered their mouths.

It took a while before someone stood up and said, "Can I go on stage and have a look?"

"Please." Lan nodded.

The man walked up to the podium, stared at the red crystal for a long time, suddenly let out a low cry, and stretched out his hand to grab it—a light-colored silver light glowed on his skin, clearly using the power of nature. Warriors who can achieve this step should not be underestimated. Roland once heard Garcia say that driving the power of nature to a certain extent is close to the Fallen, and ordinary weapons are invulnerable. If you want to practice this kind of skill, you must either have extraordinary talent, or have experienced years of life-and-death struggles, which is far better than ordinary martial arts masters.

This is probably the capital of their arrogance.

Lan stood with his hands behind his back, showing no intention of stopping.

Then there was a scream, the man didn't grab anything at all, his palm passed over the crystal without hindrance, but the part in contact with it disappeared without a trace like an iron rod - he raised his hand , there is only a bloody half slap left on the wrist and heel!

Everyone gasped in unison.

Now Roland finally understands the meaning of what Garcia said - "You definitely don't want to touch it", because any contact will only turn into nothingness.

After the injured were taken by the Martial Daoist for treatment, several people stood up one after another, hoping to go up to the stage to have a look, and Lan also responded one by one, but this group was much more cautious when observing. In the end, the chief disciple simply arranged for everyone to step forward in turn to experience this incredible scene up close.

Roland is no exception.

When it was his turn to go on stage, he pretended to be nonchalant and walked around the crystal twice, but his heart was filled with huge waves.

The corrugated red light surging inside it seemed familiar!

In the Realm of Gods, he had seen a similar scene.

And in that field, the red light hanging above his head represented the red moon.