The dock was about 15 kilometers away from the apartment. To avoid attracting attention, the witches split up and took their own taxis to their destinations.
Roland was the last to set off. He drove the shabby van out of the neighborhood with Phyllis, Faldi, and the other witches.
Ever since he had participated in the joint extermination operation of the Martialist Association, he had begun to pay attention to personal equipment. Although he could not be as well-equipped as the Association, he could at least buy some civilian equipment to use in the fort.
For example, he bought a portable walkie-talkie from a certain website. It not only came with a Bluetooth headset, but also had an effective communication distance of five kilometers. Although he found that the effective communication distance would be reduced to less than two kilometers when there were buildings blocking the way, or when the electromagnetic environment was complex (there were many base stations), but considering that the walkie-talkie was sold for less than two hundred coins and that there was a huge discount for buying more, Roland resolutely equipped each ancient witch with one.
At least it was more convenient and discreet than a mobile phone.
Roland always felt that the plot scenes in movies where the protagonists and villains were wiped out because their mobile phones suddenly rang at a critical moment were too contrived. It would be stupid of him to encounter such a thing.
Faldi, who had the ability to track and locate the witches, naturally became the information processing center.
"Your Majesty, Betty's team has arrived at the dock and met up with Ling."
"Tell them to hide and wait for the main force to arrive," Roland said without turning his head.
"Yes. Dawnen's team is about five minutes away, but she may not have enough money. "
"Er... ask if anyone has extra money. Help her pay when she arrives."
"Wait, she said the driver heard their conversation and agreed to give them a free ride."
"Okay..." Roland could not help but roll his eyes. Why had he never encountered such a good thing when he took a taxi?
Faldi's phone rang again less than five seconds after he hung up. "Your Majesty, Twinkle said she's taking a detour. She doesn't seem to be going to the dock."
Roland frowned. "Her location is..."
Before he could finish, he heard a dull thud from the other side of the phone.
Then there was a series of noises, such as slurping, hissing, and banging.
Finally, everything returned to silence.
He rubbed his temples. "Well … let them take another car. Be careful not to be caught by the cameras when they leave."
"I understand, Your Majesty." Faldi covered his mouth.
Just like that, when everyone arrived at the docks, it was almost an hour later.
The first group to arrive had already eaten all the melon seed shells.
Fortunately, the enemy seemed to have made the pier their own temporary stronghold and did not notice the arrival of the witches in the slightest. If this was a battle of pursuit, perhaps they would have already escaped without a trace. Roland suddenly felt that he should buy a few more vans next time to prevent such an embarrassing situation from happening again.
He cleared his throat and looked at Ling. "What's the enemy's current situation?"
"Your Majesty, most of the Fallen Evils are in the loading dock, and there are at least 30 of them. The iron boxes in the outer ring had their eyes on them. It was not difficult for Dawnen to avoid them with her ability. The side of the pier near the river is well lit, so I dared not to get too close and could only look from afar. Most of the enemies are gathered in that area, but there are too many places to escape. If a battle breaks out, it's hard to guarantee that we won't let any of them escape. "
Ling's ability allowed her to completely blend into the shadows. At night, she could hide as well as Nightingale. She could be called the perfect scout.
Roland pondered for a moment. "In that case, let's lure them out and kill them. As long as we stay away from the riverbank, we can cut off their escape route and completely surround them. "
"Theoretically, it works, but... how do we lure them out?" Phyllis asked.
Roland smiled and pointed at himself. "I heard that they're attacking martialists everywhere. Now that there's a lone one, there's no reason for them to let her go."
…
When all the witches disappeared into the darkness of the night, Roland walked out of his hiding place and slowly walked into the dump area, completely acting as if he was just a passerby who happened to pass by this place for a stroll.
At this time, the yard was silent. Other than his footsteps and the occasional chirping of insects, there was no other sound. The dim yellow light came from the direction of the pier. At this point, he could only vaguely see the outlines of the stacked boxes. This undulating, crisscrossing "wall" seemed to form a gloomy maze. It did not look like anyone would come here.
At this time, Dawnen's cheap walkie-talkie came in handy. It reminded him that the Fallen Evils hiding on the pier had moved.
Obviously, the sentries patrolling the periphery had noticed the fluctuation of the Force of Nature on him and reported the situation to the gang. The only thing that surprised him was that the enemy did not immediately take action but allowed him to wander back and forth.
Suddenly, the searchlight in the yard was turned on, and the whole yard became as bright as day!
Under the dazzling white light, Roland vaguely saw a dozen figures gradually appear. When his eyes adapted to the sudden glare, he found that he was surrounded.
The leader of the group wore a mask with a strange pattern on it. He looked very different from the Fallen Evils around him, both in terms of aura and appearance. Roland noticed that the pattern on the mask looked like a door that was about to open.
In addition, the two people beside the leader did not look like ordinary Fallen Evils. Their eyes were not dull, and they were wearing the robes of the Martialist Association.
"Good evening, poor lost man," said the leader, who was unexpectedly polite. "I don't know what brings you here, but you must understand that there is no chance of escape now. Rather than waste your energy on meaningless things, you'd better listen to me quietly. "
Roland looked around and saw Fallen Evils everywhere.
"Don't be afraid. I don't want to kill you. On the contrary, this may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you. I've just come to this world, and I need your help." The man spread out his hands and said, "Don't be in a hurry to refuse. Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm Alpha, the messenger of God. I come from the so-called 'Erosion'."
According to his original plan, Roland should have pretended to be panic-stricken at this moment so that the enemy would lower their guard. But for some reason, looking at the other party's polite attitude as if everything was under control, he suddenly wanted to rush up and ruthlessly punch the other party's face.
"You're the monster that invaded the Prism City?"
"Invasion isn't accurate, because this place belongs to the gods," Alpha said unhurriedly. "Now, it's time to return it. Listen up, lost man. You so-called martialists are bound to fail. It's better to pledge loyalty to God than to return to nothingness. "
"It's normal that you can't understand now. We'll have plenty of time to talk about the truth of this world later. Forget about those illusory promises. Now, I can show you the most direct benefit — power. " He stretched out a finger, and as a red light appeared on his fingertip, a strong wave of magic power swarmed out. "I can inject it into your body and make you far more powerful than you are now."
"His Excellency didn't lie to you," the two people beside the man echoed. "I've just awakened, but now I feel like I'm filled with endless power!"
"Also, it won't make you lose your mind and become crazy like the Fallen Evils."
"What if I don't agree?"
"Then I'll have to make you like these monsters. Although they're a little weak, they're obedient enough." Alpha shrugged. "On one side is the truth of the world and great power, and on the other side is the annihilation of your consciousness and turning you into a puppet that yearns for the Force of Nature. You should be able to make a wise choice."
"Your Majesty, all personnel are in position," Faldi said in a low voice through the earpiece.
Roland twitched his mouth. "Let me tell you what the truth of the world is. I created this world, and I don't want to give it to anyone. So you have two choices. One is to hand over all your cores and die here, and the other is to be killed by me. After that, I'll spend some effort to collect your cores. What do you think? "
"Ignorant fool!" the traitorous martialist shouted. "Just you alone?"
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