"This is..." Roland looked at Garcia.
"Elevator," the latter replied proudly, "wait a minute, you'll see it soon."
Not long after she said this, the indicator light beside the car 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. The bus was parked on a huge iron plate, surrounded by concrete stone walls painted with yellow and black warning paint, with five or six metal rails embedded on them. , and keep making the sound of gears clinching.
Every time they descended a certain distance, they could see dazzling spotlights and huge marked numbers. In just a few minutes, they had descended more than 100 meters, and the numbers were still growing.
Accompanied by the constantly rotating orange warning lights on the outer edge of the iron plate, this scene was like a scene from a sci-fi movie. He was also in the underground. He suddenly felt that the third frontier city he had built was eclipsed, compared to this lofty entry method. , The underground city that is still transported by hemp ropes and steam engines is almost indistinguishable from the urban-rural junction.
The strength of an association that can create such a facility has suddenly risen several grades in his heart.
Without strong economic and political strength as the backing, it is absolutely impossible to achieve such a magnificent project by relying on a group of martial artists.
No wonder Garcia is proud of it.
Even the wild Awakened with weird tempers were shocked by this scene. There were various discussions in the carriage, and everyone couldn't help looking out of the window, as if to find out how deep this place was hidden.
This move is a good move, Roland thought. He probably closed the curtains before to let the newcomers know the specific location of the headquarters, but after entering the underground, he felt confident. Rather than letting everyone appreciate this spectacular project, it is better to say Show the power of the association.
I just don't know if the spirits that follow behind can find an opportunity to sneak in.
When the number became two hundred and thirty-five, the iron plate finally stopped falling, and several passage openings appeared on the wall. The bus started again and entered one of the tunnels.
This time it only took a short distance to get to the end.
Roland followed Garcia out of the car, only to realize that there was a very wide underground plaza in front of him, with a dense array of lights lining his head, the brightness of which was almost the same as that of the daytime. If it wasn't for the previous experience, it would be hard for him to believe that he was in the middle of the night. deep underground. In the center of the square stands a statue that, at first glance, looks like a large hand clasping 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 pointed to the crowd around the statue.
Garcia nodded, "The association has countless branches, but there are only two headquarters. If you want to get close contact with erosion, you must go to these two places."
He was slightly taken aback, "Erosion from the outside world... Can you see it directly?"
"Not only can you see it, but you can also touch it, although you never want to touch it," Garcia rolled his eyes at him, "Do you think we are a cult organization that makes people work hard? Gathering together and taking you to see the real crisis facing the world is what a visit to the headquarters is all about. You won't believe that disaster is imminent unless you see it with your own eyes."
At this moment, the lights overhead suddenly dimmed, and darkness poured out from all directions in an instant, concentrating people's vision into a narrow area in the center of the square, like a stage with a large curtain opened. Two bright beams of light emerged from the dome. Sprinkled, one fell on the statue, and the other reflected the figure of a lady in black.
Standing on a high platform on one side of the square, she was about thirty years old, wearing a classical martial arts uniform, with long black hair tied on top of her head, and one eye seemed to have suffered an old injury, which was covered by a blindfold. Although the power of nature in the dream world is not limited to men and women, it does not have the effect of magic to improve the appearance of the body. In terms of appearance, she is no different from ordinary people, and she is not tall, but she has a calm and solemn body. momentum.
After the woman waved to everyone, she said in a loud voice, "Awakeneds, good morning, I'm Lan, the chief disciple of "Guardian" Rock. Welcome to Prism City! "
Prism... Do you mean the polyhedron on the statue? Roland noticed that there was a chatter among the wild martial artists who came with him, and seemed to be quite dissatisfied with her words.
Before he had time to ask Garcia, Lan went on to say, "Of course, the guard should be responsible for receiving the new disciples, but unfortunately, there was some trouble in Yunxiao City, and the master and the other three guards had already I left this place the day before yesterday. In order not to delay the tour, I have no choice but to receive you.”
"I know that some of you have been awakened many years ago and cannot be treated as real newcomers, but now the situation has changed greatly, and you are willing to come here, which means that you have recognized the ability of the association, and naturally you should temporarily abandon everything in the past. Open, put the fight against the fallen demons first. The association doesn't care about your past identities and status, but only cares about your future performance. The more the crisis is, the more the awakened people should unite. If you don't accept the association's approach, you can still Choose to leave!"
Speaking of which, the woman in black made a gesture of invitation, but no one moved in the square, and even the noise of the discussion was muted.
"This chief disciple is quite good," Roland pouted. There are more and more fallen demons, and the wild awakened people apply to join the association only when they cannot protect themselves. No matter how high their self-esteem is, they have to bow their heads to reality at this moment. The other party saw this precisely, and deliberately retreated to advance, leaving the group speechless in just a few words.
Strength is the only criterion for persuading an opponent at any time. For the Martial Daoist Association, which is a blessing, it is undoubtedly the easiest and most effective method to spread out the strength it has mastered.
Garcia glanced at Roland with a complicated look, and after a long time he said in a low voice, "She is my master."
"What?" He was stunned, "Master?"
"The senior I was talking about that day was her," Garcia sighed, "If you don't have to, you'd better not hang around in front of her. The master doesn't like people who have no sense of responsibility and are not punctual. ."
Uh, so that's what happened.
"Since you've all made your choice, that's great, the association welcomes any new blood to join." Lan swept across the square and nodded with satisfaction, "I'm not going to talk at length here, nothing is more impressive than what I saw with my own eyes. , now please come with me, to see the crisis that the world is about to face, you will soon understand that the battle of divine will is not far away from us!"