In the city of Hope, in the corner of the inner city, a group of iron-blooded warriors, who were fully armed and had not yet dissipated, followed the man in black robe and walked into an old building that looked like hundreds of years ago.

"This is the last time, right?"

Walking in the crowd, the inconspicuous Allen spoke quietly and asked Chris.

However, it did not use the built-in communication device of the armor, but directly connected the spirit to build a spiritual network with a high degree of confidentiality.

"Yeah, it should be."

Chris seemed a little confused, hesitated for a moment, and said in a tone that he didn't even have much confidence.

"How many times have you tested the most before?"

Allen could also hear the hesitation in Chris' tone, rolled his eyes silently, and asked again at him.

“Four times.”

This time, Chris answered quickly.

“Four times.”

Allen thought silently, looking at the man in black robe leading the way in front of the team, a little solemnity flashed in his eyes.

This person is the seventh place.

From the small to the big, just this detail, Allen can tell how much energy Morse spent this time, how much money he spent, and how much attention he paid to it!

However, thinking about what the other party is doing, such defense and attention seem to be the right thing to do.

The thought flashed through, but in a flash, it disappeared into my mind.

Alan's mind was also filled with the sudden change in front of him, and he began to concentrate.

A light blue light curtain emerged, like a waterfall, rushing down.

The only space aura emerges, but is bound by unintelligent power, and cannot be leaked and flows between squares and circles.

"Please come in."

The man in black who had been silent since the joint spoke for the first time and said to Chris.

"Okay." Chris nodded, then turned around and issued an order to "line and enter."

Allen knew that at this point, the most peripheral inspection was passed.

However, the dangerous part has just begun.

I calmed down in my heart, but my face remained calm as usual. I stepped forward, followed the team and walked in.

I was lost in an instant, but there was another dizzy moment, as if I was thrown into the washing machine to wash it wildly, causing me to feel dizzy.

Alan naturally knew this situation and quickly adapted to it.

But the people around him were a little pale or vomiting.

So, in order to maintain the societality, Allen also controlled the flow of blood and looked weak.

However, I was complaining in my heart about the clumsiness of this space magic array.

This space teleportation array can only be considered to be medium-range at most, but its inversion level is almost comparable to the feeling of Allen coming to this world from a life planet in the wilderness of the universe.

In this way, the clumsiness of the magic array can be imagined.

A glimpse of the leopard, Alan can also roughly know the level of Morse's men.

Not as superb as he imagined!

But that's good, because it means that Allen has a high-level suppression of Morse's magic array.

This difference will change critically at some point.

Maintaining his weak character, Allen quietly looked at the scene in front of him.

They are in a very wide hall.

Under his feet is a very huge magic array, which connects with the outside world for teleportation.

Surrounded by the walls, the color is as black as ink, and it exudes a cold metallic luster.

And they were in it, as if wild beasts trapped in a huge steel cage had nowhere to escape.

This feeling was not good, but Allen didn't care at all.

What he cares about is why the other party has not opened the door for a long time?

Although the surrounding buildings are extremely exquisite, the gates are tightly tidy and there is no trace, as if they are extremely complete as if they are cast in iron.

But Allen could sense that one of the walls could be opened.

Even, he could feel the peeping sight from all directions, not the actual gaze, but the detection method like a machine.

He knew very well that somewhere, someone was watching here and quietly observing.

But what is this kind of hindering them here without communication or action?

After thinking about it, Allen sent a message to Chris, telling the other party not to "act rashly".

If his affairs have been exposed, then what he faces must be a terrifying killing situation like ambushing the sky and falling into the ground.

It wouldn't be like this now. Although it seems a bit weird and depressing, it has no substantial action.

In other words, Morse is suspicious of them, but he thinks it is not a big problem, or there is no specific evidence?

The brain was running rapidly, inferring Morse’s possible ideas and speculating on the other party’s specific attitude.

"Chris, is your mission done?"

At this time, a sound suddenly came from the empty hall.

The sound is not loud, but it is loud enough, as if it comes from all directions and echoes in this space.

The sound is very familiar to Allen, Chris is very familiar to other warriors.

Because, this is Morse's voice.

"Report to Your Highness, no."

Chris opened his face armor, bowed slightly to apologize, and replied.

"Oh, why?"

Morse, who was observing them at some point, had a casual tone, as if he was just a simple concern.

"The person who is with Matidal is also a powerful god general."

"And, he belongs to the melee faction."

"The two of them work together and can almost compete with us."

"We fought for a while and found that we couldn't do anything, so we finally had no choice but to retreat."

Chris seemed not to hear the profound meaning in Morse's words and spoke his answer very seriously.

Of course, this answer is not a real fact, but a fabrication by Allen, Matidal and Chris.

Since we are coming and since we have chosen to go to Morse's base camp, how could Allen and the others not make a perfect solution?

Whether the success of things, the success or failure of the plan, how Chris and the others retreated... These things are naturally the top priority.

The plan failed, but the operation staff returned.

This kind of thing naturally carries a huge crisis of trust.

If you can't explain it clearly, then don't talk about infiltrating things, and wait for humanity to be destroyed.

Allen believed that he had paid such a great price to rebel from his family, plundered his brothers and sisters, and also used it as the most vicious experiment. Morse, who casts spell materials, would never be stingy with such determination.

Although there are few strong people at the level of god-generals.

But at this time, it is better to kill by mistake than to let go!

"So that's how it is?"

Morse's voice came from the wall, but it was a bit distorted.

With his eyes slightly closed, Allen seemed to hear the difference, his hands were hanging on both sides, but they were placed in the most convenient position to exert force.

The spirit explores the space magic tool on your wrist, ready to take the knife and draw it at any time.

"However, how did I hear that you were released after reaching an agreement with Matidal?"

The tone was light, but it seemed like thunder and terrifying, exploding in everyone's ears.

As his mind tightened, Alan's face changed suddenly.

But it's not because of fear.

Because he believed that if Morse had any evidence, it would never be possible to allow them to live.

The other party's words just showed that there was no actual evidence in Morse's hands.

At most, it is just some nonsense that makes mistakes.

But the problem is that Allen knows this and clearly understands the logic.
To be continued...