"It's ......," Roland looked at Garcia.

"Elevator," replied the latter proudly, "wait a minute, you'll see it soon." ”

Not long after she said this, the indicator light next to the window jumped from red to green, and then the curtain automatically rose, revealing the scene outside the car.

Roland immediately understood the reason for the pride in her tone, and saw that the bus was stopped on a huge iron plate, surrounded by concrete stone walls painted with yellow and black warning paint, with five or six metal tracks embedded in them, and the sound of gear clattering.

With each drop of distance, you can see dazzling spotlights and huge numbers, and in just a few minutes, they have descended more than 100 meters, and the numbers are still growing.

With the orange warning lights that rotated on the outer edge of the iron plate, this scene was almost like a scene from a science fiction movie, and he was also underground, and he suddenly felt that the third frontier city he had built was overshadowed, compared to this tall way of entry, and the underground city dragged and transported by hemp rope and steam engine was almost no different from the junction of urban and rural areas.

The strength of the association that could build such a facility suddenly rose several notches in his heart.

Without the economic and political strength of the background, it would have been impossible to achieve such a grand project with a group of martial artists alone.

It's no wonder Garcia is proud of it.

Even the strange-tempered wild awakened were shocked by this scene, and the carriage resounded with a lot of chatter, and everyone couldn't help but look out the window, as if to find out how deep this place was hidden.

This is a good move, Roland thought to himself, he had closed the curtains probably because he didn't want the newcomers to know the specific location of the headquarters, and after entering the underground, he was emboldened, not so much to let everyone appreciate this spectacular project, but to show the power of the association.

I just don't know if the spirit that follows 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 passages appeared in the wall, and the bus started again and drove into one of the tunnels.

This time, we only drove a short distance to the finish line.

Roland followed Garcia out of the car, only to find that there was a very wide underground square in front of him, with dense lights lined up overhead, and their brightness was almost the same as daytime, if it wasn't for the previous experience, it was hard for him to believe that he was in a deep underground. In the center of the square stands a statue that at first glance looks like a large hand clutching an irregular polyhedron. There are also several buses parked next to the statue, and it seems that they are not the only newcomers here.

"Are those people from other cities?" Roland gestured to the crowd around the statue.

Garcia nodded, "There are countless branches owned by the Guild, but there are only two headquarters, and if you want to get close to erosion, you have to go to these two places. ”

He was slightly stunned, "The erosion of the outside world...... Can you see it directly?"

"Not only can you see it, but you can touch it—though you will never want to touch it," Garcia gave him a blank look, "Do you think we are a cult that makes people desperate to survive by drawing a big pie? There are things that you won't believe until you see them with your own eyes – disaster is imminent. ”

At that moment, the overhead lights suddenly dimmed, and darkness poured out from all directions, focusing people's vision into a narrow area in the center of the square—like a stage where the curtain opened, two bright pillars of light poured down from the dome, one falling on the statue, the other reflecting the figure of a woman in black.

She was standing on a high platform on one side of the square, about thirty years old, dressed in a classical martial arts uniform, with long black hair tied up on the top of her head, and one eye that seemed to have an old wound and was obscured by an eyepatch. Although the power of nature in the dream world is not limited to men and women, it also lacks the effect of magic to improve the appearance of the body, and in terms of appearance alone, she is no different from ordinary people, and she is not tall, but she has a calm and solemn momentum on her body.

After the woman waved her hand to everyone, she spoke loudly, "Good morning, Awakened Ones, I am Arashi, the chief disciple of the "Guard" Rock. Welcome to Prism City!"

Prism...... Is it referring to the polyhedron on the statue? Roland noticed a burst of head-to-ear voices from the wild martial artists who came with him, and seemed to be quite dissatisfied with her words.

Before he could ask Garcia, Lan had already continued, "Of course, the town guard should have been responsible for receiving the new disciple to get started, but unfortunately, there was some trouble in Cloud City, and the master and the other three town guards had left this place the day before yesterday. In order not to delay the visit, I have to receive you. ”

"I know that some of you have awakened many years ago and cannot be treated as true newcomers, but now that the situation has changed drastically, your willingness to come here is tantamount to acknowledging the ability of the Guild, and it is natural that you should put aside everything in the past for the time being, and put the fight against the demon fallen in the first place. The association doesn't care about your past identity and status, it only cares about your future performance - the more you are in a crisis, the more the awakened should unite, and if you don't accept the association's approach, you can choose to leave now!"

As she spoke, the woman in black made a gesture of please, but no one moved in the square, and even the noisy chatter was silenced.

"This chief disciple is quite handy," Roland pouted. There are more and more demon fallen, and the wild awakened people only apply to join the association when they can't protect themselves, even if they think of themselves highly, they have to bow to reality at this moment. The other party saw this point and deliberately retreated as advance, leaving the group speechless in just a few words.

Strength is the only criterion for convincing an opponent at all times, and as a martial arts association that protects one side, it is undoubtedly the simplest and most effective means to spread out the power at its disposal.

Garcia glanced at Roland with a complicated expression, and after a long time she whispered, "She is my master." ”

"What?" he was stunned, "Master?"

"She was the senior I was talking about that day," Garcia sighed, "if you don't have to, you'd better not hang around in front of her, and the last thing a master dislikes is someone who has no sense of responsibility and is not punctual." ”

Well, I see.

"Now that you've all made your choice, it's good, the association welcomes any new blood to join. Arashi swept across the square and nodded in satisfaction, "I'm not going to go into a tirade here, there's nothing more impressive than what I've seen with my own eyes, now please come with me and meet the impending crisis facing the world - you will soon understand that the battle of the divine will is not far from us!"

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