Dunling Pagoda, broken dome.
After years of hard work and the struggles of countless predecessors, the entire old Dunling has been shaped into a huge and invisible fortress, and this fortress is protected by layers of tree-like systems.
Over the long years, it grew wildly.
The Atrium Snake system spread to Old Dunling and even the entire Inglvig. The rails, iron snakes, and war airships roaming the sky, both the earth and the sky have their tentacles, forming lush branches.
The large Geiger counters of the Peeper system are spread all over the city, wailing and responding like a flock of flying crows, and the pillars of the furnace have turned into roots that are deeply rooted in the darkness, entrenched in the darkness, supported by the perpetual motion pump, allowing the tree to stand tall.
The Dunling Pagoda is the trunk of a tree, the center of everything, and the core of the purification mechanism.
At this moment, Shrike was deep in the core of this tightly protected area, and he was in a subtle mood. Although he was a high-ranking knight, due to the various regulations of the Purification Agency, the Broken Dome located in the Dunling Tower was as mysterious as a legend in his eyes. Having joined the Purification Agency for so long, Shrike had come here only a few times.
"It's really magnificent..."
Shrike sighed.
He stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window. As the tallest building in old Dunling, Dunling Tower overlooked the entire old Dunling. The tall buildings were like a steel jungle, spreading outward with Dunling Tower as the center, all the way to the gray boundary between sky and earth.
Countless chimneys were spewing thick smoke, gray trails were rising up, touching the sky, the lead-gray clouds were rolling violently, and the iron whale broke through the cloud barrier, cruising slowly above the old Dunling.
This is Old Dunling, the heart of Yngveg, the city of steam and steel in the West.
Shrike's emotions were surging. Seeing such a scene, it was hard not to be emotionally agitated. Until the sound of footsteps broke the silence, Shrike came to his senses and looked behind him.
"Okay, it's your turn."
Knight Commander Gareth came over. He did not look well, with a sad face, and he had no intention of appreciating the scene behind the Shrike.
"Um."
Shrike nodded and without further questioning, walked towards where Gareth had left earlier.
He was notified at short notice and urgently summoned, so he came to this mysterious broken dome, and now he was walking towards the sacred meeting room and was about to sit at the round table that had been invaded by time.
This was not the first time that Shrike attended a round table meeting. The most memorable one was about eight years ago. At that time, in the conference room, Arthur decided that Shrike would become the controller of the lower city. It was also from that time that Shrike temporarily left the Purification Agency and plunged into the bloody storm of the lower city.
Coming back here after such a long time, Shrike couldn't help but feel a little excited, but he was more worried about the bad things that would happen next.
You have to know that those who can attend such meetings are basically Knight Commanders. Although Shrike has an amazing resume, he has no right to attend such meetings without special circumstances... And now that he is here, there must be some special situation that requires his participation.