Magus Tech

Underground chamber.

On the long table, the candle was lit, and the candlelight flickered.

Suradi sat at one end of a long table, standing on both sides, standing in black robe with his head down deeply.

One of the black robes spoke to Sulla with shame: "Big...Master, sorry... Sorry, we failed. The team that Lol brought with him, although he found each other, but ......All are dead. We send people again, and have lost the trace of the other party."

"This...doesn't blame you." Suradi raised his head and looked at the talking black robe. His voice was very hoarse, which surprised all the people present.Everyone looked at Suradi, only to find out that when he didn't know, Suradi became much older and his face was tired.

"Master you..." The man in black robe spoke with a worried look.

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me." Suradia waved his hand. "This thing is wrong, I underestimate the enemy. The enemy seems really unusual, and it is not easy to deal with. At first, your caution was right Yes, Rolle’s seven deaths, I have a great responsibility."

"Master, can you..."

With a clatter, everyone knelt in fright, lest Suradi would blame his retirement, and the entire parliament would die in name.

Surathi watched the crowd kneeling down on the ground and smiled unbearably, but smiled a little bit reluctantly: "Hah, do you think I am going to leave the Parliament? No, rest assured. I am not The person in charge, especially at this special time.

Regardless of who killed Lore, who did the right thing with our parliament, and what organization stood behind the other party, I have to find him out and let him know how powerful it is.Of course, for now, our strength may be weak, and more strength is needed."

"More power?" The people kneeling on the ground raised their heads, first puzzled, then thought of something, and couldn't help but staring at the eyes, "Master, don't you say..."

"Yes." Suradi nodded. "That's what you think."

"Okay, don't stay here, go with me." Su Ladi said, stepping out of the room with words.

The people kneeling on the ground looked at each other, followed quickly at the next moment, with excitement and...fear on their faces.

...

White Rock City, a secret underground space somewhere.

With a crowd of people in the parliament, Soradi walked down the steps and stopped in front of a strong iron gate.

"Boom!" Suradi knocked hard on the door.

The door was silent.

"Boom!" Suradi continued to knock on the door.

The door was still silent.

"Bang bang!" Suradi still knocked on the door and shouted, "Ya Duod, you give me out, I know you are inside!"

At this time footsteps finally sounded inside the door. Someone approached the iron door, but did not open it. Instead, he asked dumbly across the iron door: "Who... who?"

"I, Suradis, and the people in the parliament." Suradis said in a deep voice.

"Well..." The sound in the door weakened, and finally "squeaky", opened the heavy iron door, revealing a very old man in the door.

I saw that the other party's hair was thin, his body was rickety, and his skin was very pale due to lack of sunlight.The eye sockets are deeply sunken, a pair of eyes are muddy, and the old Mailong Clock looks more than a hundred years old. It was Adold who originally wrote to Surathi and had the problem of "thief secret room".

After seeing Adolde, he followed a group of people who came to Suradi and shouted out loudly, "Master Adolde!"

Adold listened to everyone's words, his face was alert, and his turbid eyes rolled in his eyes. He looked at Sorah's voice and said, "What are you doing here with the people of Parliament? I have retired and should not be called I’m a master. Unless, I’m going to pull me back. But... is that a bit too much? I’ve been serving the council for 80 years, for 80 years! What, I’m going to keep squeezing me out of it? I tell you, no possible……"

"Okay!" Suradi interrupted Adold. "Adold, the parliament is in a critical situation. You must come back."

"Hum, there is no time." Adold hummed, very unkindly, "I still have a lot of things to do." After finishing talking, raising his hand would close the door.

Suradi reached out for a block, narrowed his eyes and asked Adold, "What are you busy with? It wouldn't be a long time ago, I asked the question that Ken gave you back, you haven't solved it yet Right?"

"Nonsense, how can I not answer such a simple question."

"Then tell me, what is the smallest rickrell number?"

"Yes..." Adold glared, not speaking.

Sorah's voice said: "196."

"..." Adold was silent, and looked at Surathi halfway, and waved, "Come in."

Suradi walked in.

Adold said loudly, quietly: "You come this time, not only to pull me back so easy, right?"

"Yes." Surady's eyes showed a rare sharp edge, and he said with a narrow voice: "In addition to pulling you back, I am also going to wake Patula."

"I guess it is." Adord was not surprised, "It seems that the situation encountered by the Parliament this time is really not simple, so that you are prepared to make up the iron triangle we used to be. But... wake up Did you bring the blood of Patula?"

"Isn't that what stood outside the door?"

"Yeah, okay." Adolde exclaimed, and walked deep into the room, reaching for the rusty candlestick.

"Kaka!"

A bookshelf in the room split from the middle, revealing a downward passage.

"Let's go." Adold said, and took the lead.

"Well." Suladi nodded, followed Adold, and waved at the person outside the door.

...

"Da da da……"

A group of people walked down the passage and appeared in a huge underground hall.

A large number of torches were wiped on the four walls of the hall. At the moment when everyone walked down, they were lit up at the same time, and the lights were brightly lit.In the bright light, you can see that the floor of the hall is special stone, with many complicated lines carved on the surface, and the middle part is recessed, and a metal coffin is placed.

Adold lowered his eyebrows, glanced at the coffin, then waved his hand.

With a clatter, the lid of the coffin slipped open, and the people present couldn't help but hold their breath, and they saw a man lying in the coffin that looked older than Biyaduo, terrible old.

It is better to say that it is a living body than a living body.The human skin in the coffin was close to the bones, and his hair had long been shed, and his head was like a skeleton, lifeless.

"Oh Patura..." Suladi glanced slowly, but without expressing too much emotion, he turned his head and looked at the people in the parliament who were coming down. "Let's get started." "

"Yes." The black robe nodded, dare not to obey, all stretched out his hands, bare his wrists.

"For the council, for the black spirit." The black robe said, slightly fanatic.

"For the Parliament, for the Black Spirit..." said Adolde, revealing the look of memory.

"For the Parliament and the Black Spirit!" Sura said with a solemn expression, waving his hand and a wind blade, quickly passing the bare wrists of all the black robes.

"Puff puff!"

With a series of mumbles, Yin Hong's blood oozed out and landed on the ground, following the complicated lines, slowly flowing towards the coffin in the middle, flowing away...