"This is..." Roland looked at Garcia.
"The elevator," Garcia replied proudly. "Wait a moment. You'll see it soon."
Not long after she said this, the indicator light beside the window jumped from red to green, and then the curtain automatically rose, revealing the scene outside the bus.
Roland immediately understood the reason for the pride in her tone. The bus was parked on a huge iron plate, surrounded by concrete walls painted with yellow and black warning paint. Five or six metal tracks were embedded in the walls, and the sound of gears grinding could be heard.
Every time they descended a certain distance, they could see dazzling spotlights and huge numbers. In just a few minutes, they had descended more than 100 meters, and the numbers were still increasing.
With the constantly rotating orange warning lights on the outer edge of the iron plate, this scene was like a scene in a science fiction movie. Being underground, he suddenly felt that the Third Border City he had built was overshadowed. Compared to this magnificent way of entry, the underground city, which still relied on hemp ropes and steam engines to transport people, was almost no different from the urban-rural fringe.
In his mind, the strength of the Association, which could build such a facility, suddenly rose by several levels.
Without strong economic and political strength, it was absolutely impossible for a group of martialists to achieve such a magnificent project.
No wonder Garcia was so proud of it.
Even those wild Awakened ones with strange tempers were shocked by this scene. There was a lot of discussion in the carriage. Everyone couldn't help but look out the window, as if they wanted to find out how deep this place was hidden.
"This is a good show of strength." Roland thought to himself. The curtains were probably closed to prevent the newcomers from knowing the specific location of the headquarters, but after entering the underground, they were not afraid. Instead of letting people admire this magnificent project, it was better to say that they were demonstrating the strength of the Association.
He just didn't know whether Ling, who was following them, could find a chance to sneak in.
When the number turned to 235, the iron plate finally stopped descending, and several tunnels appeared on the wall. The bus started again and drove into one of the tunnels.
This time, it only took them a short distance to reach the destination.
Roland followed Garcia out of the car, only to find that in front of him was a very wide underground square, densely lined with lights, almost as bright as daytime. If not for the previous experience, it would be hard for him to believe that he was deep underground. A statue stood in the middle of the square. At first glance, it looked like a large hand holding an irregular polyhedron. There were several buses parked next to the statue. It seemed that they were not the only newcomers here.
"Are those people from other cities?" Roland pointed at the crowd surrounding the statue.
Garcia nodded. "The association has countless branches, but there are only two headquarters. If you want to get close to the Erosion, you have to go to these two headquarters."
He was slightly taken aback. "The corrosion from the outside world … can be seen directly?"
"Not only can you see it, but you can also touch it. Although you will never want to touch it." Garcia rolled her eyes at him. "Do you think we are a cult that will make people fight for their lives just because we have a big pie in the sky? The original purpose of visiting the headquarters is to gather newcomers from time to time and take them to see the real crisis that the world is facing. If you don't see it with your own eyes, you won't believe it — the disaster is close at hand. "
Just then, the lights above them suddenly dimmed, and darkness rushed in from all directions, focusing people's vision on a narrow area in the middle of the square. Like a stage with a curtain pulled open, two bright beams of light sprinkled down from the dome. One fell on the statue, and the other reflected the figure of a woman in black.
She stood on a high platform on one side of the square. She was about 30 years old, dressed in a classical martial arts suit, and her long black hair was tied up on top of her head. One of her eyes seemed to have suffered an old injury and was covered by an eye patch. Although the Force of Nature in the Dream World was not limited to men and women, it did not have the effect of changing one's appearance like magic power. In terms of appearance, she was no different from ordinary people. She was not tall, but she had a calm and solemn aura.
The woman waved to the crowd and said loudly, "Good morning, Awakened ones. I am Lan, the chief disciple of" Defender "Rock. Welcome to Prism City! "
"Prism... Does she mean the polyhedron on the statue?" Roland noticed that the wild martialists who came with him were whispering to each other. They seemed to be quite dissatisfied with her words.
Before he had time to ask Garcia, Lan continued, "Of course, the Defender should be responsible for welcoming new disciples. Unfortunately, there was some trouble in Sky City, so Master and the other three Defenders left the day before yesterday. In order not to delay the tour, I have to welcome you. "
"I know that some of you have awakened many years ago and can't be treated as real newcomers. But now that the situation has changed, you're willing to come here, which means you recognize the Association's ability. Naturally, you should put aside everything in the past and put fighting against the Fallen Evils first. The Association doesn't care about your past identity and status, only your future performance. The more critical the crisis, the more the Awakened ones should unite. If you don't accept the Association's approach, you can still choose to leave now! "
Saying this, the woman in black made a gesture of invitation, but no one in the square moved. Even the noisy discussion quieted down.
"This chief disciple is quite good." Roland curled his lips. As more and more Fallen Evils appeared, the wild Awakened ones had applied to join the Association when they could not even protect themselves. No matter how arrogant they were, they had to bow to reality at this moment. Lan had seen through this and deliberately retreated in order to advance. With just a few words, she had made these people speechless.
Strength was always the only standard to convince the opponent. As a protector of the Martialist Association, it was undoubtedly the simplest and most effective way to persuade the opponent.
Garcia looked at Roland with a complicated expression. After a long time, she whispered, "She's my master."
"What?" He was stunned. "Master?"
"She's the senior I mentioned the other day." Garcia sighed. "If it's not necessary, you'd better not hang around in front of her. Master hates irresponsible and unpunctual people."
"Oh, I see."
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