Alan watched Fasqi walk out the door, and couldn't help but stare at the other party's swaying buttocks twice in retaliation, and then looked at the square tin box on the table.

The appearance of the iron box is very ordinary, without any ornamentation, but it looks a little simple. The rough surface of the box showed obvious signs of polishing, and Alan curiously took it in his hand, and then gently lifted the lid.

Inside the tin box lay a black lump of iron, which looked like a piece of iron ore that had not been processed in any way. The weight of the hand is extremely heavy, and if you look closely, this iron ore is covered with subtle lines, although these lines are slightly disordered, but they are unusually clear, as if they were carved artificially, but Alan really can't think of how superb skills are needed to carve this pattern so naturally.

Remembering Fasqi's words, Eren slashed his index finger and dropped a drop of blood onto the iron ore.

A strange scene appeared, the lines on the blood iron ore suddenly squirmed, as if afraid of the invasion of blood, but where the blood dripped would instantly disintegrate, it would unfold layer by layer like a cocoon, and finally reveal a silver-white filament in the most central position.

This filament was like a mess, rubbed together in a haphazard manner, and the moment the blood touched, the filament violently emitted a trace of white smoke and a piercing sound like a red-hot soldering iron. Immediately afterwards, the silvery-white filaments began to be dyed blood-red, and then began to bloom quietly like flowers.

The silver filaments kept wriggling, and the slender lines began to intertwine and intertwine, and then, as if manipulated by some mysterious force, began to float in the air, and began to build its own shape in front of Alan's eyes.

Eventually, it took more than ten minutes for the silver filament to finally settle down, but now it had been dyed red and black. The shape is even more peculiar!

On the whole, the mass of matter resembles an inverted triangle, with the shapes of claw blades, blades, and war hammers emerging from the three vertices, but all of them are outlined by red and black lines, and the middle position is obscured by a blurred mass of matter that exudes a faint black gas, and cannot be seen very really.

Alan stretched out his hand, and the badge of power that was finally built finally fell into his hands!

At the moment of entering, Alan felt that his eyes were dark, and then his entire consciousness seemed to be pulled into the badge in his hand. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a huge hall!

Pitch black is the tone of the whole hall, thirteen huge and majestic stone pillars stand around the hall, and each stone pillar is carved with different patterns, or a knight standing with a sword and wearing heavy armor, or a werewolf with a full moon above his head and a long roar in the sky, Alan even saw a huge column filled with blood and skeletons!

And beneath the thirteen pillars, each sits a stone throne!

The style of each throne echoes the pattern on the stone pillar behind it, which looks extremely uniform and very different!

Alan subconsciously checked his body, and then he realized that he had completely entered the world of consciousness, and his current body was a consciousness composed of instinct and spontaneously.

"It's rare, it's been a long time since anyone has been able to enter the Valhalla Hall at the moment of opening the power badge!"

A deep voice rang out throughout the hall, and Alan tried to find it, only to find that it came from any corner of the hall, as if countless people were speaking at the same time. He wasn't tempting, just waiting for the next voice.

"Don't be alarmed, the badge of rights is an extremely mysterious substance, more than 1,300 years have passed since the first inquisition, but we still have not figured out what the badge of rights makes. We just know that it can bind us together and make the Inquisition an indestructible whole. ”

"This is the Hall of Valhalla, and it is recorded that there has not been a single owner of the Judgment Throne, and it has reached the thirteenth throne to be contested."

At this moment, the originally slightly dim environment suddenly lit up, and Alan followed the bright light, where the position of the thirteenth pillar and the throne lit up. As you can see, there is no pattern on this pillar, and even the throne is a lifeless gray.

"The Inquisition inherits the will of mankind and the fighting spirit of immortality. Our role in the territory of the republic is minimal, and our real battlefield is far away. Where, the Throne of Judgment represents the hope of humanity, the counterattack of the Jedi, and the light of victory! ”

"Since you're able to walk in here, it's a testament to your talent. Whatever path you choose in the future, remember that the road to the throne of judgment must be made of blood and bones. ”

Alan was confused, and just as he wanted to say something, the whole world suddenly darkened. When he came back to his senses again, he had already returned to reality, and the badge of power was lying quietly in his hand.

"What a strange place." Alan put away the badge of power, he always had the feeling of being on a thief ship, and the sound he heard in the Valhalla couldn't help but make Alan start to wonder, is there another battlefield, outside of the war between the Republic and the Cyborg Council?

Putting aside the doubts in his head, Alan began to gather Sabnis and Harley and the others, after all, he was going to leave for the headquarters of Inquisition 13 tomorrow, so he still had to explain some things before that, as for the questions in his head, he still waited to ask Fasqi.

After everyone arrived, Alan briefly talked about tomorrow's itinerary, and the black scorpion still takes making money as the first priority. In particular, Sabnis's secret base has already begun to work, and it will be a bottomless pit.

Harley didn't have any opinions, she usually did it anyway, but a silver city couldn't satisfy her anymore, so she sent Sanzel out and asked him to set up a team of wanderers to open up new bounty quests.

Sabnis's biofusion technology has come a long way, and now, in addition to the evolved version of the self-detonating bug, she has also developed a weakened mother worm, as well as a powerful thunderstorm bug. It's that silvery-white giant beetle with a single horn! The research on Xiaolan is also progressing steadily, and as for the mechanical biological fusion technology, there is not much eyebrow for the time being, and the biological factory will still need some time to be established.

"Now, the entire Black Scorpion is on the right track, and the secret base is also being developed steadily. We will use Luoyin City as a base to gradually expand the black scorpion's sphere of influence. Only by becoming stronger can we be protected from the threat of supernatural beings! ”

Alan looked at the entire core team and said, "I'm going to be away for a while, and during this time, Harley will have to worry a lot." Sabnis's main job is still the development of the secret base, and I hope to see some results when I return. ”

"Don't worry, you won't be disappointed!"