Hearing the last sentence, Roland couldn't help trembling.
Why is there a battle of divine will in the dream world
He glanced at Garcia, the latter's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't know whether he knew about it earlier or didn't care at all.
Roland had no choice but to suppress the doubts in his heart, and under the guidance of the lights, he followed the crowd towards the square.
At the end, he discovered that there were many honeycomb-shaped passages embedded on the towering stone walls. Whether entering from the ground or transferring between passages, one had to take the elevator suspended on the guide rails. I didn't feel it when the square was brightly lit before, but now that the vision has dimmed, dozens of elevators going up and down are like floating fireflies, making people feel like they are in a future city.
However, this kind of design looks beautiful, but it is extremely inconvenient to use. If it is built in the city center as a landmark, it will be fine. Who do you want to show it when it is buried in the ground? In the event of an emergency such as a fire or a power outage, there is no way to escape.
Of course, it is against common sense to build the headquarters underground. If it is just to prevent others from intrusion, or if it needs to be kept secret, it is not justified.
If it wasn't that the Martial Daoist Association had so much money that there was nowhere to spend it, then there must be other reasons.
After entering passage 24, Roland found that the ground under his feet was also a teleportation ladder. As long as he stood still, he could move forward automatically.
Such a handwriting is simply amazing.
Garcia seemed to see his doubts, shrugged and said, "This used to be a mine, and the elevator passage on the wall is just using those abandoned mine tunnels. Of course, some of them are newly excavated, which depends on the erosion. speed."
"Erosion happened in mines?"
"Not accurate, but you can think so for now."
"So the association built its headquarters underground to prevent erosion from spreading?"
Garcia showed a strange look, "No, nothing can stop the erosion from expanding. What the headquarters is guarding against is not erosion, but those awakened people with malicious intentions."
Seeing what Roland wanted to ask, she shook her head gently, "You'll understand when you see it."
The passage quickly led the group to another hall, which was furnished somewhat like a staircase meeting room, with the ground falling layer by layer until a podium was formed at the bottom. The defense measures here are obviously much tighter. Martial Daoists wearing the same clothes can be seen everywhere. They stand on both sides of the hall with expressionless faces, staring coldly at the newcomers who have just arrived, and have no intention of welcoming them at all.
What about the good martial arts practitioners who are straightforward and enthusiastic? Roland scolded in his heart, and treated the newly awakened Awakened like this, no wonder others were reluctant to join.
After everyone was seated, the chief disciple Lan stepped onto the podium again.
She didn't say a word, just lifted a curtain on the stage, revealing the huge glass box below.
Roland couldn't help frowning.
He saw a dark red "crystal" in the box, suspended in the center as if it had no weight, which reminded him of Taquila's magic core. But the power of nature in the dream world is not as versatile as magic, and this crystal has almost no sense of substance. Not like a joke.
"This is… "
"Erosion." Garcia said in a deep voice, "or 'loophole'. "
"What?" Roland was stunned.
"On stage is only a small part of it," she sighed softly. "Our world is becoming riddled with holes. That's the nature of erosion."
"I think, some of you have already guessed or felt it," Lan swept the audience and said word by word, "There is an evil force that has entered our world, and it has caused an endless stream of fallen demons, seriously threatening it. The safety of the Awakened. But I would say that this notion is wrong, there has never been any evil, it's just… a superposition from another world."
There was an uproar in the audience.
"What do you mean? Can you clarify?"
"What do you mean by another world?"
"When did the Martial Daoist Association become an academy?"
"What are the fallen demons, aliens?"
Different from the real newcomers, those warriors who had already awakened the power of nature did not care about the identity of the other's chief disciple, and shouted loudly.
"Quiet," Lan said unmoved, "If you have anything to say, wait until you finish the next presentation."
Following her words, the glass case slowly rose up, exposing the "crystal". Then three booms hung down from the top of the podium, each with a camera hanging on top; at the same time, the wall behind Lan also lit up. It turned out to be a huge screen with three pictures from different angles. from three cameras.
Roland quickly noticed a phenomenon that made his scalp tingle.
No matter which direction the camera shoots from, the irregular crystal always looks the same.
how can that be
Shouldn't it be a perfect sphere that can do this
Things with edges and corners represent discontinuous changes. Visually, each facade must be different, but he couldn't find any sign of rotation in the three pictures, as if it was not an object, but It's just a red spot on the screen.
His brain has subconsciously identified it as a virtual image, and the crystal itself does not exist.
But Lan's next move surprised Roland.
I saw the chief disciple took an iron rod handed over by his assistant and inserted it directly into the red crystal. The rod did not penetrate the phantom as he expected, but disappeared directly in front of everyone. It can be seen from the screen that the three cameras have faithfully restored the original appearance of the iron rod. The polished marks on it are clearly identifiable, and the angle is no problem at all. However, the red spot remains the same, as if the three iron rods are different from each other. The angle... pierced into the same place.
When Lan pulled it back, the stick in his hand was missing a bit.
The hall suddenly fell silent.
In front of such a vision, everyone fell into silence, as if an invisible hand covered their mouths.
After a while, someone stood up and said, "Can I come on stage to see?"
"Please." Lan nodded.
The man walked up to the podium, stared at the red crystal for a long time, suddenly let out a low drink, and stretched out his hand to grab the pale silver light on his skin, clearly using the power of nature. The warriors who can do this should not be underestimated. Roland once heard Garcia say that by using the power of nature to release it, to a certain extent, it is close to the fallen demon, and ordinary weapons cannot be hurt. If you want to practice this kind of skill, you are not talented, or you have experienced the battle of life and death for many years, and you are far stronger than ordinary martial artists.
This is probably also their defiant capital.
Lan stood with her hands behind her back, not wanting to stop him at all.
Then there was a shrill scream. The man didn't catch anything at all. His palm passed the crystal without any obstacle, but the part in contact with it, like the iron rod, disappeared without a trace. He raised his hand, wrist. There is only half a bloody slap left at the heel!
Everyone gasped in unison.
Roland finally understood now that what Garcia said meant "you absolutely don't want to touch it", because any contact would only turn into nothingness.
When the injured were brought to the martial artist for treatment, several people stood up one after another, hoping to come to the stage to take a look, and Lan also responded one by one, but this group was more cautious when they observed it. In the end, the chief disciple simply arranged for everyone to take turns to come forward to experience this incredible scene up close.
Roland is no exception.
When it was his turn to take the stage, he pretended to be indifferent and circled the crystal twice, but a huge wave was set off in his heart.
The corrugated red light surging inside it seems familiar!
In the realm of gods, he has also seen a similar scene.
And in that area, the red light hanging above the head represents the red moon.