After the werewolf Fritz finished speaking, a group of people in the cave immediately responded loudly. The voices of the crowd were furious, and everyone seemed extremely excited, as if they all had a deep hatred against those masked lunatics.
Frieze speaks loudly, sonorously and very emotionally. Although Ma Kenny felt that he had a lot of questions to ask, he didn't dare to interrupt casually when he saw so many people echoing loudly.
He looked around carefully, and was surprised to find that there were still one or two familiar faces in this cave. He saw the little boss of a certain crime family in Wendelani, that family had been wiped out by the Green Arrow last week, and he thought that everyone had already gone to prison, but unexpectedly, one of them was missed here.
In addition, there was a thug he had seen before, who seemed to be the personal bodyguard of a certain important person, and was considered a well-known figure on Wendelani Road. A few days ago, the power of the big man had also collapsed, and everyone who should have gone in had gone in. I thought that this thug should be finished with the master, but I didn't expect to see him here.
There is also a killer, who is also a veteran of Wendelani activities all the year round. Ma Kenny had had business dealings with the other party once or twice, and they were not familiar with each other, but they were considered acquaintances.
Looks like there are really disgruntled guys here.
Amid the commotion, another voice sounded.
"You say it's important, it better be true."
Ma Kenny was startled, and it took him a while to realize that the voice came from above. Many people followed the voice and raised their heads abruptly like him, and immediately saw a figure hovering in midair at some point.
It was a man in a loose robe that fell to his ankles like a skirt. Half of his body was tightly wrapped in that robe, and a pair of white hands like a woman protruded from the wide armholes, with slender and delicate fingers.
But in stark contrast to the delicate skin and fingers, is what he wears on his wrist.
A pair of bracelet-like objects, dark and of unknown material. But the appearance of the ring is also irregular, the shape is rugged and bumpy, and it extends upwards along the wrist to the forearm strangely. It looks like various strange stones are piled up one after another, and the whole looks inexplicably like a ring. The face of an unknown creature is grotesque.
Some kind of strange and invisible energy was stimulated from the pair of bracelets, making the man hang in the air, condescending over everyone's heads, like an angel.
Ma Kenny was taken aback when he saw this scene, and immediately thought that this is a supernatural being like some superheroes?
"saint."
The werewolf Frieze looked up at the man, and spoke in a flat tone.
"I heard that as long as you prove your ability and loyalty to God, you can be blessed to join the headquarters, and even be elected as a member of the saints."
The man called a saint was still hanging in the air, and replied in a colder tone: "The premise is that you can prove yourself."
It turns out that the establishment of this organization has blossomed everywhere, and it has developed secretly in many cities on the Earth's Pole Star. They hid underground, evading the eyes and ears of the authorities and superheroes, and established a huge dark web structure.
The branches in each region are independent of each other. Members in each region only know the existence of the unified organization, but they don't know where the other branches are. It's just that they will get help from the headquarters, avoid those superheroes, and continue to secretly win over those who have the idea of resistance to develop their forces.
In this way, even if a branch is found to be destroyed, they will not be able to disclose the inside information about the organization.
As for the organization headquarters, those who are lucky enough to be selected to receive the "blessing" will step into the extraordinary and become permanent members of the headquarters. Among them, the more outstanding ones will be selected as "saints", have the power to directly communicate with their gods, and are also the strongest in the organization.
"The situation is tense now, I don't think I need to explain it specifically." Floating in the air, the saint said bluntly, "All-out war is coming, and God is actively preparing for the 'coming'.
The saints have a whole world to look after, and countless things to do. So you better really have a good reason for me to make this trip, or..."
"Of course, there is absolutely no more important reason than this." Werewolf Frieze said confidently, "In fact, this is the only thing that the organization cares about, and it is also the only thing that needs."
He clapped his hands, as if giving an order through motion.
Soon the crowd in the rear parted to both sides like a tide, and a man came out carrying a box. He laid the metal box across a table and stepped back.
The werewolf Frieze stepped forward, stretched out his hand and pressed under the handle of the box. There was a clicking sound when the hidden button was undone, and a dial was exposed below, which turned out to be a combination lock.
The saint was in mid-air, his eyes widened after only one glance, and his breathing was almost suffocated.
The small box-shaped object with a peculiar structure is quietly lying in the box, isn't it the "advent core" that their organization has been dreaming of?
Only then did the saint, who looked aloof all the time, descend from the sky and landed on the side of the table. He carefully picked up the small box from the box, let it lie in the palm of his hand, and closed his eyes lightly, as if he was feeling something. The others stood aside, waiting patiently for him without disturbing him.
"This unique infection wavelength, the signature of energy... yes."
The saint opened his eyes, showing an expression of uncontrollable joy.
"Descent to the core!"
Only then did he put away his contemptuous attitude, and turned his head to look at the killer beside him seriously.
"How did you get it?"
"Strength, plus a little strategy." The werewolf Frieze's voice was still cold, "I think this should be enough to prove his ability?"
"Yes, it is enough. This is what the organization needs most at present...I will explain your achievements to God, all of you." Said the saint.
"I have a better idea, how about I go with you," Frieze said.
The saint's smile narrowed, and he looked at him stiffly for a moment.
"No one other than the saints has ever been able to talk to the Lord," he said.
"No one else has ever brought back the 'Core of Arrival'."
The legendary killer of the past was **** for tat, not giving up half a step.
"Otherwise how would I know ~www.mtlnovel.com~ you won't take the credit for yourself?"
A murderous look flashed in the saint's eyes: "Are you questioning a saint?"
"No. I'm just trying to win a chance to prove myself," Frieze said. "I think I just proved my strength, and what I'm asking for now is a chance to prove my loyalty."
Many people around are echoing loudly. The Wendelani branch entered a period of rapid development after the archer duo started its activities. Many members present were forced to join when they had nowhere to go.
But not Frieze. He was one of the first batch of members to join, and he was also one of the best known assassins, with a leadership temperament, and he was already quite popular in Wendelani's branch.
The saint looked around, thinking in his heart that the situation was really special this time. Descending to the core is very important, even the saints around God have not made such a major contribution. In addition, it seems that the leader is indeed very prestigious in this branch. If he can get the attention of the great god, it will be good for the development of the bottom members.
"Well, you did earn yourself this chance, Frieze."
The saint made up his mind and said in a deep voice.
"Then feel honored and apprehensive, you are about to meet the greatest existence in this world.
If you are really worthy and have been given the qualifications of a saint by God, then we naturally have nothing to say. But if the Almighty is not happy to see you...
...Let's just say, you'll regret your ignorant stubbornness. "
"Don't worry, then I won't bother you." Frieze said indifferently, "Just lead the way, we will wait and see."
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