Following the map instructions in the email, he came to a wooden door in the corridor on the third floor, Frankenstein gently pressed his right hand on the door, and then heard a gloomy male voice from the broken doorbell next to the door:

"Welcome to the conference room, two admittants have been detected. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info please wait outside. ”

Hearing this voice, the girl in military uniform turned back to the black-robed man and said, "Stay outside." ”

"Understood." The slender skeleton in a black robe bowed slightly, leaning straight against the wall with its arms folded, like a dried corpse nailed to the wall.

Then, the location of the doorbell rang again with a male tone:

"The participants in this meeting will be using the 'Observer' device that has been modified by the Executioner's Technology Department, please enter the room now, and we will assign you a room."

"What is the Observer Device?" Zhang Luo asked Frankenstein a question.

Obviously, the so-called "observer device" is not a good thing, because Frankenstein's face suddenly changed when he heard the name. I saw her shake her head, and replied slowly:

"It's a judgment device left by ancient heretical creatures, it's very dangerous, this time it's supposed to be a 'death meeting'."

"Oh?" Hearing this, Zhang Luo suddenly became excited again.

An ancient device that Frankenstein could evaluate as "dangerous" is naturally extremely dangerous. And there's another new word that he cares about:

"What does the death meeting mean?"

"The executioners cleaned up internally, and sometimes some members were executed in the middle of the meeting." Frankenstein whispered, while gently pushing open the wooden door of the room:

"Be careful." Before entering the door, she reminded again.

"Don't worry, I'm 'immortal.'" Zhang Luo laughed out loud.

The scene behind the door was not an ordinary room, but a deep darkness similar to a portal, Zhang Luo and the girl walked into the darkness together, and then suddenly there was a whirlwind of the world.

“……”

When Zhang Luo's vision became clear again, he found that the girl in military uniform who entered the house together had long since disappeared, and the situation around him had also undergone subtle changes:

At this time, he was sitting on a cold stone "throne", close to translucent black rock, like precious obsidian.

There were dozens of figures sitting on black chairs in front of him, but they seemed to be separated by a thin veil, no matter how Zhang Luo looked, he couldn't see the appearance of those guys clearly.

"Is it a space shield?"

Zhang Luo stretched out his hand and touched the "tulle" that surrounded him and obstructed his vision, and immediately felt a trace of danger, it was undoubtedly the shield that blocked the space, and it was also extremely dangerous and constantly deformed, if he touched it for a long time, his hands would probably be ground into meat sauce.

However, although this strange "conference room" revealed an obvious dangerous aura, Zhang Luo did not panic, but continued to observe the situation outside through the spatial shield that blocked the view.

This conference room was a standard ring, and the other participants except himself were neatly arranged in a circle, and the nearest was only less than ten meters away, but under the influence of the constantly distorted position, Zhang Luo couldn't see the appearance of any of them at all.

He tried to use the Executioner's Eye to send a message to Frankenstein, only to see a rare "no signal" prompt appear in his line of sight. It seems that it is not just the view of the participants that is cut off from this place......

"Ha, the devices of ancient heretical creatures are really extraordinary." Zhang Luo laughed and leaned against the cold obsidian "throne", waiting for the moment when the meeting began.

Two minutes later, an extremely cold voice that seemed to come from hell broke the silence in the room:

"Thank you, everyone, for taking the time out of your busy schedules to attend the Executioners Operations Conference. In the course of this meeting, there were two main topics, the first was the future operational policy, and the second was the handling of other miscellaneous items......"

Hearing the second article with an unclear meaning, recalling the "death meeting" that Frankenstein said, Zhang Luo immediately realized that this was to clean up the portal at the meeting site, and couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth and smile slightly, stretching out his right hand and pressing it on his obsidian chair.

Just as he was "transforming" his chair, the voice sounded again: "Everyone knows that the current situation in the world is extremely chaotic, and the two mortal enemies of the Conqueror and the Monster Administration are all ready to move. There is now a split within our leadership as to whether to prioritize the Conqueror faction or address the Monster Authority first. We'll give you some time to think, and in ten minutes we'll start voting, and our future approach will change based on your decisions. ”

"Still voting? It's pretty good......"

Zhang Luo had just thought of this, but a clear thought suddenly appeared in his consciousness:

Get rid of the Monster Authority.

"Huh?" He frowned and looked down at his hands.

Zhang Luo, who had been in contact with both the Conqueror and the Monster Administration, was sure that he did not have any inclinations, but now that thought seemed to be abruptly stuffed into his consciousness, and repeated it again:

Get rid of the Monster Authority.

"Damn, is this being induced by the subconscious?" Zhang Luo immediately understood.

- He remembered that Freud had said to himself that his consciousness was different from that of ordinary people. To put it simply, the subconscious, which is often ignored by ordinary people, will be directly reflected in Zhang Luo's consciousness.

It seems that someone at this meeting is quietly manipulating the voting results by implanting a subconscious.

And in this completely enclosed and isolated venue, similar to "anonymous chat" on the Internet, the person who has the conditions to do this kind of thing should be the leader of the executioner's camp, the organizer of the meeting!

Thinking of this, Zhang Luo, whose mind was spinning quickly, immediately understood the current situation:

As with the worst-case scenario they had expected, the Executioner camp was corrupted by the negativity unleashed by Paradise, and these guys were probably planning to ignore the Conqueror for a while, or join forces with the Conqueror to get rid of the Monster Authority.

Although Zhang Luo also hated the Monster Management Bureau, he had to admit that that organization was indeed "humanity's last hope against heretical creatures". In this chaotic era, if the monster management bureau completely collapses, the remaining exorcists will only be stragglers, and they will not be able to compete with heretical creatures at all!

At that point, even if these monsters were to start a massacre of humanity on Earth, no one would be able to stop them!

Realizing this, the smile on Zhang Luo's face disappeared. Then, the cold and strange voice began to shake his eardrums again:

"Voting is now open, and we will vote by show of hands." The guy said. (To be continued.) )