After a period of chaotic discussion and planning, the New Humanity meeting ended.
The leaders of the major new human forces left the conference room one after another and headed towards the large restaurant in the clubhouse. What just ended was only the first meeting, and there should be two more meetings in the afternoon and evening.
Until the issues discussed and raised by everyone are completely resolved.
At the door of the tall conference hall, on a platform surrounded by several white stone load-bearing pillars, a tall and thin figure slowly walked out. He looked up at the bright sunshine and stretched out his hand to push down the brim of his black hat.
The magician Lei's nose was covered by shadows, and his face below the bridge had no expression. He raised his feet and walked down the stairs.
However, at this time, someone suddenly called him from behind.
"President of the Telekinesis Masters Association, oh, sorry, can I call you Lei?"
The leader of the White Tower, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white cloak, walked over quickly and said, "Why didn't President Lei speak during the meeting just now? The Telekinesis Association is also a member of our new human circle.
Big forces have played a decisive role in all previous cooperations. If President Lei can raise the demands and problems of the Psychokinesis Masters Association, everyone's discussions at the meeting will be more active..."
He came to the side of the magician Lei, lowered his head and squinted. The leader of the White Tower was standing on the platform, and Lei had already walked down a step. Therefore, there was a height difference in the sight of the two. The leader of the White Tower was looking down, and Lei was looking down.
But I have to look up. I don’t know if I chose this time on purpose.
On the steps, Magician Lei kept walking and seemed to have no intention of paying attention to the leader of the White Tower. He said as he walked forward.
"The Telekinesis Association has no demands or questions."
"Similarly, there is nothing to discuss."
"after all……"
Summer insects cannot speak of ice.
Lei's words stopped abruptly at the end. He walked away in an unhurried pace, leaving only the black figure of the leader of the White Tower behind.
On the platform, the perfect mask that the leader of the White Tower had always maintained seemed to be cracked. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes narrowed deeply.
"Are you shameless? The Telekinesis Masters Association..."
"When Black Rain Villa recovers, there will be no place for you in the new human circle that enters a new era. Then don't blame me..."
Far away, a hundred meters away.
Silver Spear Solo watched this scene quietly, turned around and left slowly.
He always felt that the recovery of Black Rain Villa this time was far from being as simple as it seemed. Perhaps it was not just an undercurrent, but a terrifying tsunami that swept everything. A feeling of uneasiness filled his heart.
Can the decent forces of the new humanity gather together and cooperate, with the White Tower as the leader, can they really control everything when Black Rain Villa recovers? And what are the evil forces hidden in the shadows and darkness, such as the White Skull organization, doing now? What are they doing now?
Are you also planning to revive the villa?
Also, the new Telekinesis Masters Association seems to be far from being as simple as a dynasty change on the surface. Silver Spear Solo once felt that a pair of dark hands was manipulating and shrouding the Telepathy Masters Association, slowly extending to the entire new human circle. This major event
Due to changes, will the owner of those hands decide to enter the scene and completely destroy the original rules and order of the New Human Circle? There are many undercurrents superimposed, and sooner or later it will become a tsunami!
And Zoro can feel that that day seems very close...
In the evening, the third meeting of the new humanity ended.
When the major forces exited, a hidden black shadow disappeared in the guild hall. He blended into the shadows of the street, as if he were one.
Half an hour later, there was a huge farm on the outskirts of Anta City.
In the warehouse originally used to store feed, the lights were dim and yellow.
"Haha, the White Tower thinks it can really control the major forces that integrate the new humanity? That's fantastic! If the White Tower can really do it, then who are we white skeletons?" A tall man wearing a black combat uniform said coldly. He
Wearing a rather ferocious skull dial on her wrist, there is also a white clock logo on the arm of the costume.
As far as I can see, other people in the warehouse are also dressed in this way. The farm here is clearly the gathering place of the White Skull Organization.
"Don't be angry, No. 7. Wouldn't it be better for the White Tower to be so arrogant? A stupid and arrogant enemy is far easier to defeat than a cautious and rational opponent!" A woman with long black hair shawl said slowly.
"By the way, the new president of the Psychokinesis Association should also be attending this New Humanity meeting. I really want to kill this bastard. He has been against us recently and is really annoying..."
Another captain of the White Skull organization said fiercely.
"Don't worry, No. 8. Black Rain Villa is about to recover. This time we will cooperate with the Blood Sand Organization to fight against the uncohesive alliance formed by the White Tower. Among the new humans, the most powerful and vicious
The two forces have joined forces. Those so-called decent people will be afraid when they hear the news! When the time comes, the weak alliance will be defeated, and the Telekinesis Masters Association will be at our mercy. They even dare to covet our White Skeleton Organization, the new member of the Telepathy Masters Association.
The president is quite timid..."
Captain No. 3 spoke, the silver dial on his wrist reflecting slightly.
Suddenly, there was a creak and the warehouse door was pushed open.
A strong figure wearing a black cape and battle uniform slowly walked in from outside. There was an oppressive aura surrounding him.
"No. 1." "No. 1." "..."
Everyone said in unison. The person who came was clearly the leader of the White Skull Organization. He was one of the top among the many powerful people in the new human race.
For decades, his hands were stained with blood, and he had a notorious reputation.
His strength vaguely exceeds "A" level, and he has the terrifying title of Demon.
"I just had a chat with Shark Tooth, the leader of Blood Sand, for a while. Many things have been basically made clear, and the cooperation will proceed smoothly." No. 1 spoke slowly. The Shark Tooth in his mouth was also a vicious and ruthless person in the new human circle.
He has been wanted for thirty years and ranks second on the wanted list.
Number one on the wanted list is naturally the devil himself.
"Everyone, starting from tomorrow, the complete demon blood ritual can be arranged in the Anta Mountains. We must prepare in advance to welcome the upcoming recovery of the mountain villa." Demon No. 1 glanced at everyone deeply: "The future
The Black Rain Villa, the new human race in the future, belongs to us. We, the white skeletons, will be the kings of the new era..."
"Yes, that's right! Next, we will make the Anta Mountains flow into rivers of blood! Use countless blood to build the stairs leading to the throne..."
The five captains raised their arms and shouted, so excited that they couldn't help themselves.
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Suddenly, the Golem Sect was in action, and the Sect Organization was in action. The Totem Temple, the Direct Blood Clan, and the Lunar Eclipse Society were all mobilizing their troops. Even the least threatening and weakest new human force was divided into good and evil.
Factions, unrealistically dreaming of the day they take control of Black Rain Villa.
It is in this kind of expectation, desire, and eagerness to try.
The time has come to September 19th, and there is only one day left before recovery.
Hongli Federation, Donghai County, Anta City, Anta Mountains.
The sun is setting in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun is spreading through the clouds and mist in the sky.
Thousands of orange-yellow gold fragments formed between the mountains and forests. On the uneven clearing in the forest, a team wearing black combat uniforms moved quickly and quickly. They accelerated towards the predetermined location. The strongest in the team
Several people were carrying a heavy bag.
There was a clanking sound of metal colliding inside.
"Captain, there is still no news from Xuesha. They didn't send anyone to the agreed location. I don't know what happened." On the side of the woods, a thin but agile figure appeared, and he came closer and said.
"What are they doing? Are they playing hide-and-seek with us?" No. 7 was obviously angry, and his aura became quite dangerous: "I have told No. 1 that the Bloodsand Organization cannot be trusted, and now it turns out that the chain has slipped at the critical moment..."
He stood there, his strong and tall body like an iron tower.
"Ignore them, let's do our own thing. As for the rest, let's wait until the top management gathers in the evening. At that time, I will definitely ask Xuesha and the others whether they have any sense of responsibility and sincerity for cooperation. If they don't want to cooperate.
If so, quickly break up and do your own thing..."
"Tsk", No. 7 blew out two blasts of hot air from his nostrils.
"Let's go! Speed up."
Suddenly, the pace of the entire team, which had slowed down, sped up again.
They walked towards a sunken valley inside the Anta Mountains.
Twenty minutes later.
The team arrived at the entrance of the valley and headed towards the lowest point step by step.
Number 7 took the lead and strode forward. While looking at the map in his hand to guide the way, he said to his team members: "This time the scope of the Demonic Blood Ritual is unprecedentedly huge, but hugeness does not mean it is inaccurate. On the contrary, the bigger it is, the more important it is."
Accurate. Each of the blood sacrifice stakes we brought must be nailed to the location marked on the map..."
"It must not be offset. The error is only half a meter, so be careful. For example, the first blood sacrifice stake is located at the very end of the canyon..." No. 7 looked at the map, pointed at it, and looked at it.
He glanced over. At this moment, the words in his mouth stopped abruptly.
Because, there is a group of people there who have already arrived first.
This group of people swept away the surrounding vegetation, revealing a flat and vast muddy area. They also brought some metal props and glass containers filled with unknown liquids. They didn't know what they were doing. But they could already see that there were dense ditches in the surrounding open space.
Complex black texture.
It seems to be some kind of mysterious ritual, the same as the demon blood ritual.
"Damn it! Who are you!"
Number 7 immediately led the entire team to rush over and shouted.
As the two sides quickly approached, the group of people who were the first to arrive in the canyon stopped their movements and slowly turned around to look over. Under the sun, each piece of high-quality black fighting uniforms glowed with fine matte, and the chest and arms were bulging.
The hard muscles hold it up high. The tough leather wristband is tight at the wrist, with four or five bright silver rivets on it.
They are all strong men, all are secret martial arts practitioners, and they all come from the Golem Sect. On the vests of their fighting uniforms, there is a huge and evil word: "Devil". In a concise and concise way, they come from the Golem Sect!
"A group of ordinary humans? Interesting, ordinary humans dare to come to the Anta Mountains!?" No. 7 stopped, with a look of contempt on his face. He was not afraid of the opponent's strong body shape and muscles at all.
The White Skull Organization is an extreme radical faction among the New Humanity.
They believe that human beings are corrupt, backward and inferior.
As the captain, No. 7 naturally adheres to this idea.
"Although I don't know why you dare to enter the depths of the Anta Mountains, it just so happens that you are brought to your doorstep as a blood sacrifice. This is the only use of ordinary humans like you to us new humans..."
A ferocious smile appeared on No. 7's face, and his aura gradually became cruel.
Directly across from them, these strong men in tight-fitting combat uniforms didn't seem to be frightened at all. They just had a look of confusion on their faces.
"Ordinary people? Why do you think we are ordinary people?!"
Click, click, click... a series of crisp bone cracking sounds echoed.
The disciples of the Golem Sect were originally muscular men. At this moment, they slowly twisted their necks, their hot body temperature emitted radiation, and their entire bodies expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye. The outline of their bones, the dimensions of their muscles, their height and shoulder width, all expanded.
A big circle. It almost burst the clothes on my body.
The overflowing muscles are plump and hard, vigorously bouncing on the body surface.
In an instant, a group of two-meter-tall strong men with huge backs and heavy waists looked down at the people of the White Skeleton Organization. Their faces were full of flesh.
A strong oppressive and dangerous atmosphere enveloped the middle of the canyon, causing No. 7 and his team members' expressions to change dramatically and their hearts to beat wildly.
"Kill them."
Behind the gap in the silhouette of the disciples of the Golem Sect, a figure squatting on the ground studying the ritual slowly raised his head and said coldly.
"Yes!"×n
All the strong men responded in unison.
The voices of Hong Zhong and Da Lu completely overlapped and resonated together.
The whole canyon was shaking.
Then, in the horrified eyes of Captain No. 7, small black humanoid tanks rushed over one after another, crushing the ground into dust.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
At the same time, another boundary in the Anta Mountains.
The screams one after another were extinguished one by one, leaving only the last one.
A figure with severed arms and legs, bloody flesh, and a figure crawling and crawling on the ground like a caterpillar struggled wildly. He was the third captain of the White Skeleton Organization. At this moment, the dripping blood had obscured his vision. The surroundings
The world is bloody and blurry.
No. 3 could only hear his own heavy breathing and heartbeat.
And the sound of footsteps on the left gradually walking towards him.
"No, no, no! Spare my life, spare my life, I am willing to do anything!" No. 3 squirmed backwards crazily, a strong sense of fear arose in his heart. It seemed that what was approaching him now was a demon.
"The hands are gone, and the legs are gone."
"Tsk, tsk, how pitiful..."
"Let me help you get rid of it..."
A voice suddenly sounded above No. 3's head.
A huge black shadow suddenly covered it, blocking all light.
The same thing happened in different places in the Anta Mountains.
Not only are there the Golem Sect, but there are also other top forces that have been gathered by the resurrection of Black Rain Villa. They are clearing out some miscellaneous ants in advance.
Therefore, the White Skull Organization and the Blood Sand Organization, which cooperated sincerely, acted quickly, and acted efficiently, suffered. It was a big bad luck.
In the evening, Anta City. A farm on the outskirts and a warehouse.
Demon King, the leader of the White Skull Organization, and Shark Teeth, the leader of the Blood Sand Organization, who were also on the move, arrived early. The two of them chatted and began to think about the good times after the success of the plan and the subsequent division of interests.
However, while chatting, the two of them suddenly felt something was wrong.
The agreed time has passed, but none of the subordinates from both sides came to the warehouse to keep the appointment. Is there something that is hindering them?
Demon and Sharktooth looked at each other, full of confusion. However, until they waited until the moon fully rose, none of their men came over.