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Chapter 1242

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The general meeting was held in the Great Hall of the sanatorium.

Almost all the official martialists were invited.

However, Roland noticed that only about 300 people attended the meeting on time, which was much less than the registered number in Prism City. Apart from those who had been seriously injured or killed by the Erosion, some people had retreated after the outbreak of the Erosion.

These people were probably the amateur martialists who had just joined the Association.

She felt that these martialists were a disgrace to the awakened Force of Nature in their bodies. When the Fallen Evils completely overwhelmed human beings, these martialists would also suffer.

Roland comforted her casually, but he knew that this had something to do with the loose rules of the Association. After all, the Dream World was set in the modern world, and the Martialist Association could not bind the martialists to itself.

The content of the meeting was basically what he had expected.

Defender Rock briefly described the troubles that the Association was currently facing. Since the Prism City was invaded, there had been reports of Fallen Evils attacking the Awakened in various places. Although there was no clear evidence, the new enemies in the Erosion seemed to be able to command the Fallen Evils to serve them, which meant that the war between the two sides would enter a new stage. The Martialist Association organized a crusade against the Fallen Evils, and the Fallen Evils began to plan to eliminate the martialists. This was undoubtedly extremely disadvantageous for the lone martialists.

Therefore, he suggested that before the Prism City returned to normal, this place should be the permanent base of the martialists. Both the official members and the newly awakened could move here to avoid being attacked by the Fallen Evils. In addition, he also hoped that the Awakened who had not responded to the Association's invitation would realize the urgency of the situation as soon as possible. In this unavoidable war, the only way to resist the disaster was to unite together.

Regardless of the effect, this method of uniting all the forces that could be united as much as possible was a perfect political move. Roland believed that after the news of the meeting spread, there should be some hesitant amateur martialists returning to the Association.

However, whether all of them would return depended on the subsequent battle. If the Association could not gain the upper hand in the battle against the Fallen Evils, it was likely that more people would be lost.

Once their confidence was shattered, it would be very difficult to rebuild it.

As expected, the next thing that Rock announced was the counterattack plan.

Firstly, the Chairman of the Association had already dispatched martialists from other cities to support the Prism City. The shortage of manpower would soon be alleviated.

Secondly, the Martial Arts Contest would be held as usual, but in fact, it would become a trap to attract the Fallen Evils. This plan had already been approved by the higher-ups of the Association and the government. As long as the enemy dared to show themselves, what awaited them would be the vengeful wrath of the guardians and hunters.

Thirdly, the Association would also launch a patrol system to prevent the Fallen Evils from attacking innocent people to divert the attention of society. For this reason, it was necessary to divide the martialists into several groups and arrange their own defense areas. This way, not only would they be able to rush over and provide support as quickly as possible when something happened, but once the intelligence agency discovered the enemy's hiding place, the group would be able to immediately surround and intercept them.

The initial counterattack plan could be said to be in line with the norm. At the stage where there was a lack of information, they could only focus on defense.

Since there was a certain degree of freedom in the grouping, apart from the leader, the rest of the team members could be chosen by themselves. This made the lobby very lively.

Roland naturally didn't want to join any team. In a sense, he alone was an army, and he didn't need anyone to interfere with his magical core plundering plan. Fortunately, there weren't many people who knew his name. Basically, no one was interested in him.

Until Fei Yuhan walked up to him and extended an invitation.

In fact, as a popular and popular star martialist, she had only taken the initiative to invite two people in the entire convention.

However, Roland rejected her without hesitation.

This made the surrounding people's jaws drop. Even Garcia was extremely puzzled and asked him to reconsider. It could be seen that even Garcia, who was strict with herself, had a lot of respect for this talented woman.

After a lot of persuasion, he finally convinced Fei Yuhan that he was more suitable to fight alone. His previous achievements and hunting license were the best proof.

The only thing that concerned Roland was that the other person Fei Yuhan took the initiative to invite was actually the demon martialist he had visited in the ward — Valkries.



It was already ten o 'clock in the evening when he returned to the apartment.

After settling Zero down, Roland entered the second floor of the Rose Café alone from the side door of the warehouse.

More than fifty ancient Taquila witches stood solemnly and raised their elbows to him, showing the highest etiquette of the Union. This was the first time so many witches had gathered in the Dream World, and the small room seemed to be filled with them.

Even in the era of the Three Chiefs, such a team of pure combat witches was enough to support a small battle.

"How is it, any new clues?"

Roland looked at Faldi.

"Yes, the flying insects released by the worm nest have captured a few missing magic reactions." Faldi swiped the phone screen to show him the direction. Although her movements were still a little rusty, she had generally grasped how to use the electronic map. "Generally, this phenomenon is caused by either the God's Stone of Retaliation or the tracking target has the ability to hide their magic power. If it's not the case, it means that the magic power itself has died."

"There are no God's Stones of Retaliation in the Dream World, and the Force of Nature is not as changeable as the witches' abilities," he continued.

"That's right, so it should be a battle between the Fallen Evils and the awakened humans. Some of them died and their cores were taken away." Faldi nodded. "From the direction of the magic reactions, it's very likely that they're heading here —"

The location she pointed to was a river loading dock.

It seemed that remote places near rivers had been the first choice for committing crimes since ancient times.

"Since the flying insects can't spread so far in a short time, I contacted Ling to investigate. An hour ago, she told me that she had confirmed the traces of the Fallen Evils, and that there are quite a lot of them. "

"Well done." Roland raised the corner of his mouth. This was the reason why he did not need the Association's support. From scouting and locating to eliminating the enemies, the Taquila witches could take care of everything. "In that case, I think you should all be ready."

"Your Majesty, please give the order," the witches said in unison.

Their faces were full of fighting spirit and eagerness. Obviously, after a whole day of eating, drinking and playing, the team's morale had reached its peak.

Moreover, to them, fighting was a way to relive the past.

In addition to enjoying the touch and delicious food, using magic power was also fun.

"Everyone, let's go!" Roland said decisively.

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