Lord of Glory

This huge underground city turns out to be the very mysterious headquarters of the Free Masons! These madmen who devoted themselves to studying alchemy and exploring the truth built their headquarters into a huge city! And just behind this stone statue is a castle without walls.

Instead, there are stairs leading to the castle in all directions. In the castle, you can vaguely see all kinds of alchemists holding documents or potions, walking through the gorgeous corridors. What's really amazing about this castle is that above the castle, there is a huge tower suspended in the sky! Under the tower is a large piece of crystal, exuding the luster of magic, and thousands of sequence runes blessed by alchemy! Suspend this behemoth in mid-air!

At this moment, on the top floor of this suspended magic tower, there was a dark round table hall where one could not see his fingers. Suddenly a white light lit up in the center! With the white light, the round table hall suddenly came into view. A round table surrounded by eight masked people. Silently looking at the huge crystal ball with white light in the middle.

What is shocking is that what is shown on this crystal ball is exactly the situation in which the branch of the Free Masons' Union has been invaded, infiltrated and searched by various forces in the past ten days and a half! But the strange thing is that the crystal ball only flickered for less than a minute, showing what happened for half a month, and then extinguished its brilliance and fell silent. The entire hall suddenly returned to darkness.

In such an uncomfortable atmosphere, none of these eight weird people spoke. Silence continued to torment the atmosphere. It was only when the atmosphere was overwhelmed that a man with an old voice sitting on the west side spoke: "Willis, Branch No. 22 is under your management. Please report your situation and the situation." the seriousness of it.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a man sitting on the east side sighed slightly. Then the tiny magical light filtered in from the window, and he saw the simple golden mask worn by the man named Willis. But the outline of this mask was exactly the same as the face that appeared in the mirror at the branch that day!

At this time, Willis was heard to speak slowly: "The lunar eclipse appeared and the scroll surfaced. It was exactly the same as the record in the Prophet's Letter. The Illuminati and other major forces mixed in and conducted a large-scale search. Like Emon Leike's big seal If it is not discovered, even if it is discovered, it is impossible to crack it in just half a month."

As soon as the words fell, the seven people around him fell silent. Willis continued to speak, but there was a hint of reproach in his words: "Frodo, it is certain that the Divination Department failed to detect the date of the lunar eclipse in advance. You are in charge of divination. Bureau, this responsibility also belongs to you."

The old man named Frodo who spoke before nodded, and regardless of whether others could see it or not, he said to himself: "I bear this responsibility. After the meeting, I voluntarily went to the Department of Discipline to receive my punishment. But according to the prophet's instructions, Judging from the deciphering of the letter, the scroll was most likely burned. Our mission has been accomplished. What to do with these major forces that have infiltrated the branch?"

Frodo had just finished speaking when the huge crystal ball suddenly lit up again. A strange man wearing a wooden mask appeared in the crystal ball. When Frodo, Willis, and the other six people saw it, they immediately pushed away their stools and stood up. They bowed respectfully and said, "President." "Sit down, I've been delayed by something. Specific details." Things are understood.”

Willis and others sat down after hearing this, but heard the president say in a low voice: "Today is the day when the scroll will disappear completely. Our association, in accordance with the prophecy of the prophet's letter, handed over the scroll to the truth for destruction. It was left to the world to destroy. I have confirmed that the magic mark left by Uruk, the president ten thousand years ago, has been destroyed. The scroll has completely disappeared from the world."

Willis and the others immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but were still a little reluctant to leave. After all, it is the highest achievement of alchemy. Although the method of use should be attributed to dark alchemy, it is still alchemy anyway. But Willis was greatly relieved. When the president said this, his own responsibility was much smaller.

After a moment of silence, the president suddenly turned to Willis and asked: "The dean of the branch, I remember it was Kahn, this naughty boy. How is he?" Willis was shaken and said somewhat seriously: " After Kahn saw the lunar eclipse, he knew that the prophet's letter had fallen on him and was greatly stimulated. He also avoided being caught and coerced by other forces and had committed suicide. His last wish was that the president could take care of him. Family left behind at headquarters.”

"Hey, this kid Kahn, I watched him grow up...Okay, give his family three hundred gold coins, which is enough for them to live." Willis nodded, but saw the president in the crystal ball. Suddenly he raised his hand very seriously. In an instant, dense runes appeared throughout the dark hall. The complex and huge alchemy array floated on everyone's table, swimming on it like water. The eight people immediately fell silent.

I just heard the president say in a low voice with a bit of unbearability: "If you vote and agree to destroy the 22nd branch of the Free Masons, please express your position." "Agree." "I agree." "I also agree..."

Eight people expressed their opinions one after another until Willis was left. Frodo sighed and said: "Willis, let him destroy what should be destroyed. We are sorry for those children who died innocently. We must repay this debt sooner or later. In order to block the selfish motives of the major forces in pursuing the scroll, They can only destroy." Willis was silent when he heard this. Finally, he nodded slightly and said in a hoarse voice: "Agree."

The president took a deep look at Willis through the crystal ball, and suddenly said with majesty: "Eight people agree, according to the Masonic Convention, I will use my position as president to impose destruction!" As soon as the voice fell, the floating The huge and complex alchemy array on the round table suddenly changed, and the countless runes on it immediately moved and deformed. It actually aggregated into thousands of small alchemy arrays, large and small! Willis saw one of the small alchemy formations floating in front. The center of the alchemy array reads in ancient language: "Branch No. 22 of the Free Masons!"

If you look back and forth at this time, you will be shocked to find that there are hundreds of alchemy formations around you, all with numbers such as No. 23, No. 25, No. 76, and No. 450. No. Wait! In other words, this terrifying alchemy array not only indirectly controls all the branches, but there are actually thousands of them, enough to cover the entire continent!

At this time, the president in the crystal ball nodded slightly. Eight people, including Willis, immediately stretched out their palms and pressed them on the huge alchemy array floating on the table. They said in unison: "Activate the No. 22 decomposition array!" As soon as the words fell, the one marked with No. 22 The alchemy array of the Free Masons Association immediately burst into dazzling light, and the surrounding runes scattered one by one. The entire alchemy array almost seemed to come alive from this phantom!

At this time, Free Masons Lodge No. 22. The faces of the black-haired man and the giant dragon Aldovic changed dramatically in an instant! The two exchanged glances, and Aldovic immediately jumped up, opened his mouth toward the city gate and highlighted a few unintelligible syllables. Immediately, a huge ball of scorching fire burst out from his mouth, blowing up the city gate with a bang! The black-haired man did not give in, and immediately shouted at the top of his voice: "Everyone, run away! Damn the alchemist, he actually dealt such a heavy hand!"

Morris, Windsor and others looked at each other face to face, not knowing what had happened, and they were still confused. A dazzling light suddenly burst out from the floor outside the exploded city gate, spreading to the feet of Morris and others at an extremely fast speed. In an instant, the mage of the Forest of Hellit Tower was so frightened that he threw away his wand and looked at the dense runes under his feet that had been covered from unknown time with a horrified expression. Thousands of them floating on the flagstone! If you didn't look carefully, you might have thought that this group of people had stepped into the river water that reached their knees!

The barbarian who was about to say that he wanted to stay and explore the search scroll immediately swallowed the words in his mouth. After looking at each other, a young magic swordsman who was ignorant and didn't know the importance suddenly shouted with excitement: "Ouch! These alchemists must be scared! Chief, let's rush into the castle and find the scroll now. ! The dawn of our magic swordsmen is coming!"

Unexpectedly, the frightened leader of the Demon Swordsmen threw away his hand and slapped him, shouting with horror on his face: "If you miss, just stay! We have to leave! If you find the scroll and are not dead, I will You can take it!"

At this time, everyone understood that the countless runes on the ground were definitely no joke. In unison, the people from these five factions immediately ran away and ran towards the exploded city gate. The weak old mage still felt aggrieved and yelled unhappily: "Damn alchemist! He painted the entire castle with the decomposition alchemy array! If I, Philip, had not died, I would have..."

"Hey, don't be sure, just run for your life first!" A barbarian beside him picked up old Philip very simply and ran towards the city gate with long strides. "Let me go, you savage and rude guy, can't you be gentler!" In the distance, old Philip's angry curse could still be faintly heard.

PS: I’ve written too much about the great turmoil. Now it’s finally Pig’s Feet’s turn. I’ve kept you waiting for so long.