Underground Vault.

On the long table, candles are lit and flickering.

Suradians sat at one end of a long table, flanked by standing black-robed men with their heads bowed deeply.

One of the black-robed men spoke up to Suradis with shame, "Great ...... Master, right...... Sorry, we failed. The team that Lore led, although they found each other, ...... All of them are dead. We sent people again, but we had lost all traces of each other. ”

"This ...... I don't blame you guys. Suradis raised his head and looked at the black-robed man who spoke, his voice hoarse, startling everyone present. Everyone looked at Tharates, and then they realized that they didn't know when, Thoracea had become much older, and his face was full of exhaustion.

"Master, you ......," the black-robed man who spoke showed a worried look.

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me. Suradis waved his hand, "I thought wrong about this matter, and I underestimated the enemy." The enemy seems to be really unusual, and it is not easy to deal with. Your caution was right at the beginning, and I bear a great deal of responsibility for the death of the seven of them. ”

"Master, you can't ......"

With a "bang", everyone knelt down in fright, lest Surrates would take the blame and retire, and the entire parliament would exist in name only.

Suradies couldn't help but smile as he watched everyone kneel on the ground, but he smiled a little reluctantly: "Ha, do you think I'm going to leave the council? No, don't worry." I'm not a person without responsibility, especially at this special time.

I don't care who killed Lore and went against our council, or what organization is standing behind them, I have to find out about him and let him know how powerful he is. Of course, for now, our strength may be a little thin, and we need more strength. ”

"More power?" The people kneeling on the ground raised their heads, first puzzled, then thought of something, and couldn't help but widen their eyes, "Master, are you talking about ......?"

"Yes. Suratis nodded, "That's what you think." ”

"Alright, don't stay here, come with me. Suradis said, and walked out of the chamber as he spoke.

The people kneeling on the ground looked at each other, and the next moment they quickly followed, with excitement and ...... on their faces Fear.

......

White Rock City, a hidden underground space somewhere.

Thauria led the men of the council down the steps and stopped in front of a sturdy iron door.

"Bang bang!" Suradies knocked the door.

There was silence inside the door.

"Bang bang bang!" Suradies continued to knock on the door.

There was still silence inside the door.

"Bang bang!" Suradis knocked on the door and shouted, "Come out for me, Adotus, I know you're inside!"

At this time, footsteps finally sounded in the door, and someone approached the iron door, but did not open it, but through the iron door, and asked hoarsely, "Yes...... Who?"

"I, Surrates, and the people of the council. Suradis said in a deep voice.

"Is this ......" The voice inside the door weakened, and finally "squeaked", and opened the heavy iron door, revealing the appearance of an extremely old man inside the door.

I saw that the other party's hair was thinning, his body was clumsy, and his skin was extremely pale due to the lack of sunlight. The eye sockets were deeply sunken, a pair of eyes were cloudy, and the old man looked more than 100 years old, it was none other than Adode, who had written to Suradis and had the problem of the "thief's room".

After seeing Adotus, the people who came with Surrates shouted in unison: "Hello Master Adotus!"

Adoth listened to everyone's words, his face was vigilant, his cloudy eyes rolled in his sockets, and he looked at Suradis and said, "What are you doing with the people of the council? I'm retired, you shouldn't call me master." Unless, it's going to pull me back. But this ...... I've been in the service of the council for eighty years, eighty years! Why, are you going to continue to squeeze me? I tell you, it's impossible......"

"Alright!" Thoracis interrupted Adotus, "Adotus, the situation in the council is critical now, and you must come back. ”

"Hmph, there's no time. Adode snorted, very politely, "I have a lot of things to do." After speaking, he raised his hand and closed the door.

Suradis stretched out his hand, squinting at Athodes and asking, "What are you up to? Couldn't it be that you haven't solved the problem in the reply letter I asked Ken to bring to you a long time ago, have you?"

"Nonsense, I can't answer such a simple question. ”

"Tell me, then, what is the smallest number of Lycreel?"

"Yes......" Adode's eyes widened, and he stopped talking.

Thorady spoke up: "196. ”

"......," Adotus was silent, looked at Suradis for a long time, and waved his hand, "Come in." ”

Thorates walked in.

Adode spoke up and said faintly, "You didn't come this time just to pull me back, right?"

"Yes. Surati's eyes showed a rare edge, and he said in a condensed voice: "In addition to pulling you back, I am also ready to wake up Petura." ”

"I guess so. Aldod was not surprised, and said, "It seems that the situation encountered in this council is really not simple, so I forced you to prepare to put together our former iron triangle." But...... Awaken the blood of Potura, did you bring it?"

"Isn't that the one standing outside the door?"

"Tsk, yes. Athodus exclaimed, and as he spoke, he walked deeper into the room, reaching out and turning the rusty candlestick.

"Click!"

A bookshelf in the room cracked in the middle, revealing a downward passage.

"Let's go. As he spoke, Athod took the lead.

"Hmm. Suradians nodded, followed Adotus, and beckoned to the man outside the door.

......

"Da Da Da ......"

The group walked down the passage and appeared in a large underground hall.

A large number of torches were rubbed on the four walls of the hall, and the moment everyone walked down, they were lit up at the same time, and the lights were brightly illuminated. In the bright light, you can see that the floor of the hall is made of special stone, and the surface is carved with many intricate patterns, and the middle part is concave to house a metal coffin.

Athod lowered his eyebrows, glanced at the coffin, and waved his hand.

With a "bang", the lid of the coffin slid open, and the people present couldn't help but hold their breath, and saw a person lying in the coffin who looked older than Adot, and the age was terrible.

It is better to say that it is a living person, than a corpse. The flesh and skin of the person in the coffin were clinging to the bones, the hair had long since fallen out, and the head was like a skeleton, lifeless.

"Potura...... Suladis glanced at and spoke slowly, but without expressing much emotion, he turned his head and looked at the people in the council who were walking down, and said, "Let's begin." ”

"Yes. The black-robed man nodded, not daring to disobey, and stretched out his hand in unison, exposing his wrist.

"For the sake of the council, for the sake of the black spirits. The black-robed man spoke up, slightly fanatical.

"For the council, for the ......sake of the dark spirits," Adode said, a look of remembrance.

"For the council, for the sake of the black spirits!" said Surati, his expression solemn, and with a wave of his hand, a wind blade was born, quickly sweeping over the bare wrists of all the black-robed men.

"Puff puff!"

With a series of muffled snorts, the red blood oozed out and fell to the ground, slowly flowing towards the coffin in the middle along the complex lines......