"Mr. Haynes, you found the dragon cocoon?" A bald elder clasped his hands on the edge of the table, like a sleeping teacher, suddenly opened his eyes, and the Atlantean flame in his pupils burned brightly.

His hands trembled a little, and he couldn't help but interject and ask, "What did you find in Sect Master Fafnir?" Every Sect Master will guard one of the Magnetos, do you get it? ”

"Nope. While in Sierra Leone, there were some setbacks and some surprises. The magnetos have probably been taken by the Moria Presbyterians, after all, they arrived before us. Haynes spread his hands and said helplessly.

"So, what enemy is Dragon Cocoon on now?" The elder still didn't seem to give up.

"When I arrived in the waters of the Banana Islands, the British military spy ship was following behind, and in order to buy time, we had to rush to salvage the dragon cocoon and leave." Haines said, "It seems to me that the body of the Favenir Sect Master is now asleep again, and the dragon cocoon that conceals the strength of the sect's main force has been frozen, waiting for the next recovery. ”

"That's right......" The bald elder's body suddenly seemed to have his spine drained, and he slumped back into his seat.

He suddenly sighed, and said: "Since World War II, our younger generation of Atlantean descendants have suffered a heavy setback, and now they can be regarded as green and yellow. You see, these old men here, some of the old guys who fought side by side under the wing of the Third Reich are dead, some are lying in hospital beds with oxygen tubes in their throats. ”

There was sadness in his tone.

"Although the bloodline has prolonged our lives and even greatly improved their immunity, we are not the bloodline of the Atlantean Protoss after all, without the power of the suzerain and the king, we will not get eternal life, let alone eternal youth, and the aging of our organs will still slowly drag us to the brink of death."

He sighed, "According to our speculation in ancient books, there are still ten years before we enter the next Doomsday War, if during this time, we can find the power of immortality in god-level figures above the sect master level, crack those rune spells that we couldn't crack before, and even find and open our long-disappeared divine burial, I believe we still have hope of victory......"

In the end, he lowered his head, his voice getting quieter and quieter, and he seemed a little depressed.

"As long as the cocoon is still in our hands, if we gather the blood and bones of the Seven Great Sect Masters, we will be able to summon the throne of Atlante......" Oliver's eyes flashed with a fiery light, encouraging a group of gray-haired old fellows present, his chest bowed together, looking a little excited, "At that time, we will be able to pass through the alchemy channel, unite the power of the underworld and the Nibelungen exiles, and regain control of the entire world!" ”

"Speaking of the alchemy passage......" Haynes glanced at High Priest Pétain: "I think the High Priest still owes me an explanation." Chairman Oliver, my alchemy passage was prepared for the Doomsday War, and has now been opened to the Heim Underworld, in time, I believe that we can pass through the Valley of Ice and Fire and reach the exile of the Nibelungen, as long as the horn of the Doomsday War sounds, we can unite Hela's Death Legion and the exiles in the Nibelungen, as well as those ice giants with infinite strength, to form an army of tens of millions to sweep the world of the living......"

He suddenly retracted his hurried tone, slowed down his rhythm, and flattened his mouth: "It's a pity that High Priest Pétain used his internal supervision power to meddle in the work of our deacon's department. ”

"Mr. Oliver, it's not what he says, the Godlight Project failed after the spy island......" Pétain became more and more agitated, anxious to show that there was nothing wrong with his judgment.

"Enough!"

Oliver obviously didn't have the patience to listen to Petain, so many people died, and most importantly, an alchemy passage that could lead to Heim's underworld was much more precious than a simple alchemy passage like the Eagle's Nest, and in the past hundred years, only two such passages had been built in Nagasaki and Hiroshima, Japan, and now they were blown up by the operatives of the Presbyterian Church of Moria, which was a heavy loss.

"You want to tell me how important that Chinese named Long Yun is, and it's worth it, right?" Oliver snorted coldly, "I think I'm more inclined to Mr. Haynes' suggestion......"

Petain's face changed again, and his gaze was so cold that he could freeze the water. Apparently, Haynes had already contacted Oliver and had made some suggestions in front of him.

"For some time to come, High Priest of Pétain, you are in charge of finding the fallen black gnomes and rebuilding one such alchemical passage, which is your chance to atone for your sins. All preparations for the end of the war are in the hands of Dr. Haynes, and you have no right to intervene. Oliver gave the final order arbitrarily.

"But the Chinese......" Pétain clearly disagreed with Oliver's judgment.

"That Chinese, I've decided to leave it to the Black Market organization......" He tilted his head, and a figure flashed from behind the pillar on the other side.

Pétain was taken aback, but Haynes looked like he was sitting firmly on the Diaoyu Tai, and seemed not surprised at all.

This is a guy in a tuxedo with a top hat on his head, and he can't tell his age, because not only is his hair invisible, but even his face is wearing a white mask, just like the vendetta captain in the mask of Guy Fawkes in the movie "Vendtta".

When this man appeared in the hall, the aura of darkness continued to emanate from him, and the firelight in the hall seemed to produce a sense of fear, constantly shaking.

The people here are all descendants of Atlantis, and each of them has more or less the power of Atlantisi's mysterious lunas, and they all have a certain ability to control the runes of the gods. However, no one found out that this guy had arrived at the scene from the beginning of the meeting, hiding behind a pillar seven or eight meters away.

This is a guy who is even scarier than a ghost! There was no breath of a living person in his body at all.

"Black Market Killer ......" Petain's pupils doubled, and red flames erupted from within, and a strong vigilance involuntarily made him seem particularly repulsed.

"Chairman Oliver, it was just a bad decision." He felt his blood rush to his head: "These people should not be our allies, even in ancient times, when our ancestors and the Molia were in confrontation, everyone followed a rule and must not use the power of the black market. They are a cursed race, and they should be banished to that dark world forever, and they should not be let out. ”

"High Priest Petain, I'm afraid you're crazy reading ancient books in your own research room, Gaga." The black shadow sneered and let out a night owl-like laugh, which made people feel creepy, "Although our race is cursed, our reputation is first-class, take money to do things, whoever gives us benefits, we will definitely eliminate the trouble in his heart for him, this is the Satanic creed we believe in." It doesn't hurt to work with us. ”

"Humph! I only know that the original god of Atlante, the great Amun-la, used the Seven Great Sect Masters to suppress you, and also gave each Sect Master a name of original sin, that is, to be wary of us descendants, beware of you scum in the dark world! Petain had no affection for the man in the extreme, and said sarcastically.