It was getting late, and the low sunset swept across the lush woods, scattering dots on the only stone road in Molan Village, as if sprinkled with a layer of gold leaf on the simple village road. The small vendors in the square in the center of the village lazily planned to end the peaceful day.

In the white marble foyer of the Church of the Light, the priestess Mori Bai stood on a high altar and saw off the last worshippers who prayed. When the doors of the church finally closed tightly after a rumble, she was the only one left in the hall.

Walking into the back room of the church, she took off her simple and rough priest's robe and put on a gorgeous white robe. The vestment is decorated with gold threads and lace, depicting sacred patterns and scenes, and the blank space is engraved with a magic talisman text, which shimmers with a golden light, as if it is the finishing touch of the whole robe.

The priestess gently tugged on a extinguished lamp base on the wall, revealing a downward staircase passage on the otherwise smooth marble floor. After walking a few dozen meters diagonally downward, Morihaku walked into an open underground room.

In the middle of the room was a long table with a row of wine glasses neatly arranged, and several people were already sitting on either side of the long table, as if waiting for an important meeting to come.

When Morihaku walked into the room, the few people who didn't cover their faces showed impatience and disappointment, as if Morihaku was not the one they were waiting for in the end. The priestess pulled a chair and sat down at the table near the doorway, next to a guy with a bony hood. The pungent aura of evil magic made Sen Bai shiver.

After a few more minutes, with a low crackling sound, a magical portal opened in one corner of the room. Out of the portal gracefully walked a delicate-looking woman, carrying a scepter that exuded a strong aura of elemental magic on her back. She was followed by a very tall and burly fellow, carrying a huge sword and wearing a cold blue metal armor.

This tall guy appears to be an extremely strong humanoid from the neck down, but has the head of a bison. The back of the head is covered with a mane, the lower jaw is covered with whiskers, the tip of the nose is about the size of a fist, and the two sharp horns are stuck obliquely into the sky.

As the two men entered the room, some of the people who had been sitting at the long table waved their hands, some sat up straight, and one simply stood up, as if eager to express their admiration and excitement.

All eyes were on the bison's head.

"Are you all here?" the tall man in the figure of the minotaur walked to the top of the long table on the inside, unloaded a huge sword from his back, and leaned against the corner of the wall, metal and marble rubbed into a burst of sparks, making a shocking sonorous sound.

With the Minotaur's words, the crowd at the table let out a chaotic echo.

"Good! good. Let me see......" The Minotaur's voice seemed to be mixed with the sound of steel grinding, and even though there was obvious pleasure and satisfaction in the voice, it still could not hide the cruel and vicious nature.

"Ricky, well, here. Kalog: See. Jets ...... "The minotaur pinched a piece of cardboard with his thick fingers, and as he read the name on it, he looked up at the people at the table one by one, and at each time a person's name was called, one person raised his hand or nodded.

"Maggie, yes, she's with me. Mori Bai is here too...... yes, this is your home. Torrid, yes. At last...... Hawkes!" The minotaur stared at the bottom of the cardboard and read out a name. The people at the long table let out a burst of laughter.

"That's right, I'm here too. Sorry to keep you waiting. Maggie and I dealt with some trouble. Hawks the Minotaur casually left the roster cardboard on the table, "Now that everyone has arrived." First of all, I would like to thank Kroger and Sen Bai for providing our precious basement to our organization as a brand new meeting place. ”

"My pleasure, Hawkes!"

Sitting next to the minotaur, Kroger nodded excitedly, the mustache on his chin trembling back and forth, "Sen Bai and I are happy about this. ”

"yes, yes. Hawkes casually said, "Okay...... So, do you have any news to share with us? I mean that kind of exciting news. Dada?"

Hawkes' eyes looked at a man in the middle of the long table wearing a black face-covering cloth. The man had long hair and withered skin, but his eyes were bright.

"Hawkes, and everyone, I have brought the latest information about those seven weapons! Last week, I, Dak Dalmuk, risked my life to finally steal the Excalibur Traceability Research Notes from the scripture scroll attic of the Spirit Demon Tower!"

The man named Dada spoke in a dry voice as he puffed out his chest proudly and deftly waved his right hand, which was only a bone and a little bit of skin. The crowd around the long table suddenly let out a burst of admiration, and a huge cat sitting next to Dada patted Dada's shoulder with its big paws.

"Worthy of my thief brother!"

"Well done! As Hawkes' steel-like voice sounded again, the crowd's chaotic exclamations fell silent for a moment, "So, where is this book now?"

Dada's gaze looked at the corner of the long table, and the man who was emitting evil magic was holding his bone hood and stood up.

This man, like Dak Dalmuk, was covered in bones and a little skin, except that his demeanor was decidedly more calm and darker than Dada's.

"In my hands. A ghostly voice came from behind the bonnet, "Dada gave him to me as soon as possible." ”

"Very well, Master Torrid. Anything has come of it?" Hawkes asked.

"This notebook is far too old, and many of its arguments and conjectures have been definitively rejected in the long history of magic. I'm afraid it's not as valuable as our Magic Research Team originally thought. ”

As he spoke, Torid, wearing a bony hood, slashed his dry hand, which was only bone, toward Mori Bai and the beautiful woman.

"But some of the entries are still very new. For example, among Excalibur, the so-called 'representative of the power of pure flame', the Hellflame Blade, is considered a natural product of the pure flame plane, but can be summoned by 'truly qualified people' through summoning spells. ”

"Fallacy!"

Maggie snorted, and her beautiful face showed a disobedient contempt and disgust:

"How is it possible for a natural environment to give birth to a weapon, not to mention that summoning spells are contract-based, and that's what you're a ...... Well, Warlock, I think I know best. But how do you make a contract with a knife? It seems that this notebook is a pile of rubbish!"

"Not bad at all. At first, I also thought this notebook was just a pile of garbage - sorry, Dada, no offense intended. ”

Torrid left his seat and began pacing around the long table, "But this ancient notebook contains a prophecy that surprises me. ”

"Hmph, only fools believe prophecies!" Maggie scoffed, impatiently.

"This notebook, nearly five hundred years in advance, accurately predicts the year of the outbreak of the Three Rings War!"

"What?!How is this possible ......"

Just as much as Maggie's surprise was, most of the people in the room were shocked by Torid's words, and as they looked at each other, a heated discussion erupted, and the open basement instantly echoed with noise.

"Enough!" Hawkes' loud voice effortlessly startled everyone else, "we don't want to hear prophecy or history, Torid!"

"Yes, Hawkes. Torrid bowed sleekly and responded:

"However, I don't think I will be able to make any more substantial progress until we are able to establish a teleportation corridor on our own that is not monitored by the Spirit and Demon Academy—a teleportation corridor to the Flame Plane. “

"Hmm. Hawkes stretched out three thick fingers and twisted a few strands of mane under his chin:

"How's it going, Maggie, when are we going to be able to set up an unmonitored teleportation corridor?"

"It's a plane teleportation tunnel. Maggie corrected, "No way. At least not on this planet. The old guys from the Spirit Academy stuck their toes in almost every corner of the planet. ”

"So, when will we be able to set up teleportation corridors on other planets?" Hawkes asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh...... Dimensional teleportation corridor. A small voice corrected.

"That depends on when we manage to land on a planet that isn't under the watchful eye of the Spirit Academy. Or when will we be able to develop new allies on other planets. ”

In the middle of the long table, across from Dada, a terrifying-looking man suddenly spoke, interrupting the conversation between Hawkes and Maggie.

"I have good news on that. ”

The man was naked, his skin was pale without a trace of blood, his eyes were as black as a black hole, and his long hair was red like a burning flame.

"Oh, Sty, tell me?"

Hawkes turned his gaze to the pale man, but Sty was concentrating on using a small sharp knife to pick and poke the tendons in his forearm. With a little blood barely leaking from his arm, a look of pain and joy appeared on his face, as if he was very happy with the torture of himself.

"A few of my observers recently detected a new planet far away. Far beyond our star sector. According to the local dialect, they call the planet ...... Earth. ”

When it came to Earth, the pale Sty finally stopped the sharp knife in his hand, and several people around him suddenly showed expressions of gratitude.

"Earth. Very good. Fabulous name. ”

Hawkes quickly perfunctory, and several people around him let out bursts of dark laughter, "And then?"

"People on this planet don't believe in magic at all. To be exact, my observers have not detected any magical breath on this planet. In other words, the planet is still a desert of magic. Styty said slowly, with a sarcastic expression on his face, scanning the table before finally fixing his gaze on Torrid's skeletal mask.

"What are the local aborigines?"

"Coincidentally, it's just ordinary humans. There is even evidence that the humans on this planet are the same species as we know them. ”

Several people at the table showed expressions of extreme disgust, and they seemed to hear some kind of evil overtone from Sty's "there is evidence".

"I've got an option on this planet. I can try to give him a small amount of magical power to lure him into working for us and open up new spheres of influence. ”

As he spoke, Xue Di threw a green crystal on the table in front of him, and the top of the crystal immediately projected an image of an ordinary man wearing white short-sleeved black shorts.

"Hmm...... Go on. Hawkes pinched his chin and stared at the image above the crystal, looking interested.

In their local dialect, this person's name is Song Xiaocheng, and he is a low-level citizen on this planet. Life is pessimistic, experience is uneventful, but there is a great interest in something about the world like ours. If it goes well, within three months or so, I can lure him into opening a teleportation tunnel on Earth for us to use. ”

"On a planet with zero magic readings, how do you manipulate him into opening the teleportation tunnel?" Maggie asked across the table.

"That's something I'm going to worry about, mage. And not you. Styty pointed Maggie lightly with the tip of his knife, "It's as if I didn't ask you why you dared to walk into our assembly hall with the Nidhogg Scepter, and I was pretty sure that the Scepter wasn't being monitored by the Psionic Academy. Because I believe in your professional abilities. So, as for how I want to manipulate Song Xiaocheng, please also believe in my professional ability. ”

In the midst of that question, Maggie, who was still leaning against the table with the seemingly plain but exuding a strong elemental magic aura, wanted to argue, but was immediately interrupted by Sharky.

"That's right, mage. I'm going to worry about how to get him to open the teleportation corridor from the other side of the earth, and what you need to worry about is how to completely control the ...... of the earth after we pass through the corridor."

"Alright!" Hawkes' impatient, loud voice pulled both Styley and Maggie into the eyes, "Stysty, tell us about this ...... 'Earth' again." ”

"The only intelligent beings my observers have found on this planet are humans. Due to the lack of magical protection, their minds are very fragile, and many of them seem to believe in some ...... Strange stuff. The entire planet's armed combat power depends solely on the power of weapons technology. But my observers are learning more about its specific military strength. However, it is certain that so far, the humans on this planet still do not have the ability to colonize other planets. Even for them, it is very difficult to leave their own planet. ”

"And what about the other planetary races near this planet?" Hawkes asked.

Sheddy spread out her bloody hands and smiled sarcastically:

"There are no other intelligent races around this planet. ”

"Hmm...... Very good!" Hawkes said in a loud voice, seemingly pleased with what Sty had said, "Getting control of the Earth will be taken over by Ricky and me, the battle team. About this ...... What's his name?" Hawkes said, gesturing to the image projected into the crystal on the table.

"Song Xiaocheng. Sty replied softly.

"Yes. Song Xiaocheng. It doesn't matter anymore. Do you have anything to tell us about your goal?"

"This is probably the best fit my observers can find on this planet. ”

"Good. So, manipulate this ...... Song Xiaocheng's affairs will be handed over to you. Tored will provide you with the necessary technical and technical assistance. ”

With a satisfied smile, Styty nodded at Hawks and continued to use the knife to toy with his arm.

"So, is there anyone else going to say anything? Jets and Wusang? are all gone?" Hawkes pointed at a few people who hadn't been involved in the discussion with a thick finger, "Johnny?"

"No, Boss!" said the big cat sitting next to Dada, sitting up straight.

"No? Are you sure there isn't? What's going on with the Freespore Council?" Hawkes asked, staring at the big cat named Johnny.

"Uh...... Ahh......h They also deal with pests in the south, so I ......"

"Don't take it lightly, Johnny!" Hawkes said, shaking his horns, "since there's nothing more to say, that's the end of the meeting." ”

As he spoke, Hawkes, the buffalo-headed, stood up, and the rest of the crowd rose to their feet.

Hawkes gently twisted a goblet on the table in front of him and said:

"To the Seekers!"

"To the seekers. Everyone else followed.

But Hawkes didn't rush to bring the glass to his lips, but looked in the direction of Sty.

"Also, to Song Xiaocheng, and the little success we are about to usher in!"