Roland and his group had just walked out of the underground passage and couldn't help but narrowed their eyes.
The wine-red halo fell on their faces, almost making them unable to open their eyes.
This is the northwest of the Fifth Ring Road of Baita. If divided by district, it can also be called Qingni District.
After entering the inner fifth ring overlooking the White Tower, there is no longer a division between cities. Because the part of the White Tower from the fifth ring inwards can be called the first huge city.
Except for the entire sixth ring area that is full of guards and detectors - these fortified areas naturally include the underground - the White Tower further inside is a city that is completely ahead of its time, and it becomes more and more advanced the further inside it goes.
In the White Tower of the Fifth Ring Road, you can already see four or five-story high-rise buildings everywhere.
Of course, in Claudia's opinion, the architectural style here may be a bit strange.
The building stands up like a chimney in a boxy shape. The exterior walls are white and brown in color, with black rune-like patterns. The decoration style of these buildings is reminiscent of cakes or amulets.
, it doesn’t look like a place where people live anyway.
Although it cannot be described as ugly, it is definitely not exquisite.
It is more like a base for some kind of witchcraft than a residence for residents.
The decorative style of the shops on the street is completely opposite to that of the nearby residential areas.
It was a luxurious decoration style that was a little less dignified than solemn.
The tone is dark gold or brownish-red, coupled with the unknown dark green plant biting on the sign. When you look inside when passing by, you can see that the seats and cups inside are all shiny and shining.
Crystal like color.
"That's not crystal...actually, those are glass."
Roland faced the amazed Claudia and spread his hands, showing a helpless look.
But Claudia showed an even more amazed expression: "Glass tables and chairs?"
Roland just shook his head.
"My lovely saint...this is the White Tower. There is nothing cheaper than glass."
"...My lovely sister Hellan. I know it without you having to tell me."
Claudia hummed angrily, and emphasized the pronunciation of the word "Sister Herland".
In the White Tower, the most expensive thing is undoubtedly the wood. Especially the wood from the wing tree.
Wizards consume tens of thousands of gold coins every day. If the sage Merlin hadn't invented the idea of using wing trees to make ghost coins, the wizards of the White Tower would have thrown almost all the precious metals on the market into the void.
And the results of the smelting of these "underworld coins" can be seen just by raising your head a little bit——
"That's...what?"
Suddenly, An Ruosi, who had been squinting to adapt to the sunshine that he had not seen for several days, suddenly showed a look of confusion on his face.
Anvilia and Robert looked over subconsciously, and their pupils couldn't help but shrink.
On the far horizon, a thick crimson-purple halo of light caused the clouds to twist and collapse, forming a huge hole.
Based on the distance, that should be the center of the White Tower.
A round hole about several thousand square meters appeared in the sky.
The center of the cloud cave is a purple halo that seems to be shining with sharp light. As it spreads outward, the purple gradually turns into wine red, then blood red, and finally blood red clouds float freely in the sky.
As a result, a huge, ever-changing blood-red magic circle was formed.
You can see it just from Roland.
In the most central area of the White Tower, the four towering towers all have tips like huge lightning rods. The lightning rod on one of the towers has already been submerged in the clouds.
Fine blue-purple thunderbolts struck down from the cleared clouds and slid down to the outside of the tower along the tip that had been dyed green, dyeing the entire outer layer of the tower a brilliant blue-purple.
Thousands of runes continued to appear in the air around the tower, flickering and then shattering and disappearing.
Roland narrowed his eyes slightly.
He is not a wizard.
But because of this, he could feel the degree of divine power wafting in the air over there.
Yes, divine power——
It is similar to the divine power that Joseph had when he lost control, but the difference in magnitude is tens of thousands of times.
Once these restrained divine powers lose control, the entire White Tower will be instantly reduced to ruins.
That was the divine power that escaped when the Law of Orm was stripped away from the Wall of Orm.
If these laws are directly introduced into a person's body, that person will directly possess the status of a god like the god of pain and deception. He will lift up the throne and ascend to the star realm. These divine powers will also become these false gods.
starting capital.
If any god saw this scene, he would realize that this was an undeniable act of blasphemy.
-Also, realizing that their god is not as divine as they thought.
This is the meaning of the sixth ring.
The densely packed various detection devices in the sixth ring of the White Tower are enough to single out those evil people, lunatics, believers of gods and extremists who may cause the destruction of the White Tower, and prevent them from seeing this scene.
This is not a scene you see every day.
Roland knew very well that this was not because someone in the White Tower wanted to become a god.
This is to make basic preparations for the Star Caller to have a divine body in a short period of time so that he can travel through the star realm with his physical body and naked eyes.
What he did was essentially no different than what Esther had done.
Because what is being deceived is the Law of Aum. Now the Star Caller is almost as if he is going to become a god.
Even the gods cast their gaze over, considering their new companions.
Even Roland is looking here with great concentration.
Although Roland knew that the Star Caller did not want to become a god, it meant that something extremely important to him was about to happen——
"The plot...has begun."
Roland murmured.
Starcaller's interstellar journey that brought destruction to the White Tower finally began.
And the other side.
In Iron Curtain City, a lazy man wearing a heavy cloak, cotton coat, cotton gloves and mask was sitting on the ground leaning against a huge column behind him.
This is the waiting room of the No. 2 underground teleportation hall.
The conveyor belt operator on the side couldn't help but feel anxious secretly.
According to normal working hours, they should have locked the door by this time and sat on the wave-like conveyor belt to go home.
They also know it very well.
The longer you stay in the Iron Curtain City, the more your body will suffer.
So they looked anxiously and impatiently at the crowds of people in the waiting room, and couldn't help but curse and quarrel with anyone at random.
I don’t know why. Starting from sunset today, there were suddenly a lot of people here going to places within the Fifth Ring Road.
If you walk on the ground, you don't have to queue up for the conveyor belt. However, there is a heavy amount of magic dust on the ground, and secondly, you have to run several orders and collect signatures from several departments.
The only consequence for entering the Sixth Ring Road without permission is to be arrested and sent to the academy to be used as a test subject.
"Can you, a country bumpkin, know how to walk?! You are blind..."
A young teleporter was pushed by someone next to him, staggering and almost hitting the door, so he turned around without hesitation and started scolding him.
But before he could finish cursing a few words, as the person showed his ID, the teleporter seemed to have been suddenly choked by a duck, and there was a sound of silence.
At this moment, the lazy man suddenly opened his eyes.
There was peace in his eyes. It was an almost deathly calm.
He stood up lazily, walked quietly behind the mysterious man who showed his ID, dragging his body like a zombie, and followed him into the teleportation station.
"Excuse me, please ask."
In a voice full of exhaustion and powerlessness, he asked very softly: "Are you a waste?"
"……What?"
The person in front turned his head with a puzzled look on his face, with obvious impatience and a hint of unbearable anger on his face.
But the lazy man didn't care at all.
He just forced open his eyes that were about to close, and in a tone that was so dull that he completely lost his vitality, he asked aloud like he was reciting a text: "I'm sorry, this may be a bit abrupt for me to ask. But in order to prevent you from getting angry, I'll make a statement in advance.
, including the next sentence, everything is what my master ordered me to say. It has nothing to do with my own wishes."
"This sentence is - are you a...waste from the Waste Development Bureau?"
The lazy man yawned and bowed deeply to the completely confused man with an extremely sincere attitude.
"I'm really sorry for scolding you again."
"Also, please go die for a while, thank you." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster! For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net