Chapter 405 Dark Crow?

The Imperial Capital, Red Gloves Headquarters.

The traces of the attack not long ago have been completely wiped out, and even the terrifying pits on the ground have been covered by the buildings that have risen from the ground. From this point of view, the reconstruction work of the Red Gloves has been done quite well.

Bang!

However, deeper underground, the real headquarters of the Red Gloves is not so easy to rebuild. Even some severely damaged passages have been directly abandoned and closed. With a slight sound, a big hole suddenly appeared on a wall!

A vine covered with plant textures and fresh branches and leaves, like a living thing, emerged from the hole, revealing several figures behind.

These are five figures wearing green, red and gray robes, exuding a powerful aura. They are the disappeared Trinitarian bishops!

In the front, there is a pair of men and women in green robes, protecting an old man in a gray robe in the middle, and at the end, there are two knights who are unique, wearing dark red robes and fully armed armor.

It was obvious that the core of this group of people was the old man in a gray robe.

"Fortunately, I had some backup when I came last time. I didn't expect it to come in handy so soon!"

The woman in the green robe looked around and tapped her fingers. The wandering vines quickly grew tiny roots and spread rapidly around. In the blink of an eye, the surroundings became full of vitality.

"Now the power of the Red Gloves has been basically withdrawn. It's our chance to completely solve it!"

The man in the green robe also spoke, and countless plant roots grew from his feet, entangled with each other to form several humanoid monsters, smashed the door with a bang, and began to go deep into the inside.

Just as they said, the combatants of the entire Red Gloves headquarters were all dispatched, which gave this group of people a great opportunity. Although the defense force of the Red Gloves headquarters was not weak, these people knew that the Red Gloves had just experienced a civil strife not long ago, and the party in control of the situation now could not activate various defense measures at all.

These things, which can be called the foundation of the Red Gloves, cannot be activated by just anyone. This requires extremely complex permission requests, and the entire Red Gloves' top management was almost wiped out in the civil strife a few days ago.

This is a rare opportunity for the Three Gods, which has been fighting with the Red Gloves for a long time. If it is handled well, it can even destroy this force that has suppressed the Federation for decades and even the original sect has to choose a low-key one!

This group of people seemed to have a very clear goal. They were not confused at all along the way, but went straight in one direction. There were very few people they met along the way. The entire Red Gloves headquarters is now empty like a tomb.

"Something is wrong. Even if most people are sent out, it shouldn't be so empty?"

The more they walked, the more they felt something was wrong. The old man in the middle frowned and said something. Suddenly, his nose twitched and he smelled a very strong smell of blood.

In front of them, a silver-white iron door appeared, and between the cracks in the door, a lot of blood was flowing out!

The humanoid monster walking in front stepped into the blood without hesitation, and with a bang, he pushed the door open. The faces of the people behind him all changed!

What appeared in front of them was a scene like a slaughterhouse. Countless humans wearing red gloves and uniforms, whether male or female, old or young, all fell in a pool of blood. Some of them were still filled with astonishment and fear, as if they could not believe it until they died.

"This is a blood sacrifice!"

The eyes of several people were like lightning, and they quickly fell on the few people still standing in the room, or on the weapons in their hands. All kinds of evil and ominous auras emerged from these weapons that looked quite old.

These people exuded a terrifying aura one by one, and looked at the few people who broke in with cruel and weird eyes. Without any words, they surrounded them silently.

"It seems that we have been discovered!"

The old man in the middle shook his head slightly, looked at the layers of corpses around him, and sighed: "It seems that Red Gloves is really finished this time."

The weapons in the hands of these people are the greatest foundation of the Secret Society before the appearance of the Night Watch. In the past, powerful extraordinary weapons were used after multiple rituals and were used with great caution, and the users would definitely die.

After the appearance of the Night Watch, these weapons were sealed up, but they did not expect that now they would be awakened in the most bloody and brutal way.

"Everyone, get ready for battle."

The old man raised his hand, and several silver streams flew out from his palm. Several cameras hidden in the corner of the room were instantly destroyed, and a hot breath immediately emerged behind him. The two tall knights whose armor had been burned into dark red slowly drew out the long swords at their waists.

Snap!

In the deeper area, the blond man sitting on the chair, watching the screen in front of him suddenly disappear, his face did not change, he just turned his head and looked at the brown-eyed man standing next to him.

"Now the last obstacle has disappeared. Although it has cost some price, it is worth it. How is the ceremony prepared?"

The brown-eyed man glanced at the screen that lost the image and lowered his head slightly.

"You can start at any time."

A wisp of cold light kept emerging from the depths of his eyes.

"Give up, this is the fate of this world, no matter how hard you try, you can't change it!"

Below the passage, on the high roof, the surroundings were almost surrounded by space cracks, and Nim and the bald old man were still fighting.

Nim tried his best to break through the opponent and destroy the passage, but the bald old man had extremely rich combat experience and entangled him tightly. He wanted to exchange injuries and force a breakthrough several times, but they were easily resolved.

Not only that, the bald old man even tried to instigate Nim: "As the son of nightmare, what this world can give you is far less than the nightmare world. Why do you still want to go against us? Isn't all your strength given to you by the nightmare world?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Nim was already a little scarred, but he still didn't give up, but rushed towards the other party again. The existence of the bishop level was all strong-willed people. It was a fantasy to want to persuade him with a few words.

The bald old man's purpose was just to delay time as much as possible. Hearing this, he did not give up: "I know what you are waiting for, but unfortunately your helper does not seem as reliable as you think."

"Besides, do you think that stopping me can really destroy our plan?"

The old man waved his knife to force Nim back, with a sneer on his face: "What you see in front of you is just part of the plan. Soon an adult will come. All your struggles are in vain."

"Are you talking about the Red Gloves?"

However, Nim did not show the shock that the old man imagined when he heard this. Instead, his eyes showed a calm look: "If it goes as expected, the people of the Three Gods should have entered their headquarters now. The real failure is you!"

Hua La La!

When Nim finished speaking, the old man's face changed drastically, but at this moment, there was a dense flapping sound in the sky above the entire imperial capital, and then countless crows with red eyes came out from nowhere and circled densely in the air.

"Wow!"

The ominous cry reached everyone's ears. Lu En, who was originally sitting on the sofa, had a deep look of doubt on his face, feeling a familiar but huge breath gradually spreading.

Countless black crows gathered in the air, forming a huge hand that covered the sky and the sun, and slapped in one direction fiercely, and its target of attack was the transmission channel! ! !

"What the hell is the dark crow?!"