Chapter 880: The Horn of Freedom: Slave Clan!

The atmosphere was a little dull along the way, and the two didn't say a word.

Soon they reached their destination, a huge steel structure in the middle of the dungeon, with an ellipsoidal appearance, cocked at both ends, and steel bars intertwined into a net, doubly hideous.

The building materials used in this building are all extracted from scrap materials, but even if the materials are poor, they are used by the master builders to forge an alloy of terrible strength!

The cast steadily stopped the hoverboard on the side of the road and jumped down first. Ruiu followed, and after a few breaths, the hoverboard folded up, and finally turned into an iron card, which returned to the hands of the cast.

The two of them did not rest, and walked straight into the steel gate in front of them.

Although there is not a single guard outside, there are many eyes from the shadows.

It had only been a few dozen steps, and Ruiwu had detected at least a hundred gazes! All of them had a sense of surveillance! Some of them he was familiar with, some of them he was not.

Upon entering the lobby, you will be greeted by a cylindrical magic elevator that runs through the entire 36 floors of the building and is the only way to enter and exit the building.

The cast skillfully manipulated the magic elevator, and the two stood solemnly.

When the magic pattern is activated, a burst of electricity is released, and the elevator in the passage quickly climbs to the thirty-sixth floor!

This floor is the highest, and it is also a floating building that is free from the building!

At the top of the steel behemoth is a large circular recessed anti-gravity device that provides a tremendous levitation force that keeps the disc-shaped headquarters high enough to monitor the movement of the entire dungeon.

The foothold of the thirty-sixth floor is on the side of the circular groove, and if you want to enter the air of the headquarters, you need to get confirmation from the headquarters!

This is also to protect the last force, if the dungeon is discovered by the slave city, or even attacked, then in the end, with the special mobility of the headquarters, a considerable part of the strength can be preserved.

For decades, the dungeon had been armed to the teeth by the Vlamirs, and there were fortifications everywhere in case they were discovered. Even the many Vlamirs who survived here were ready to die!

"Owl, it's me, Cast. ”

The cast stood by the recess and quickly contacted the control room above it.

"Certification begins. ”

In a room somewhere in the headquarters, a winged human said lightly.

Airplanes!

I saw a beam of light come down, enveloping Ruiu and the cast. Soon, the appearance of the two was imported into the database.

"The image is being recorded, and it is being compared, please wait a while. ”

Cold, mechanical sounds echoed through the room, and owls tapped quickly on the floor.

From a small closed door around the headquarters, a small flying robot suddenly flew out.

They soon came to the two of them and began to scan and review in a circular motion. From the physical characteristics of the two to the color of their pupils, they even collected some blood samples in the end.

After going through a series of complicated procedures, the words success finally appeared on the owl's screen.

Enter the passcode. ”

"Horn of Freedom, always ready. The cast said solemnly.

"The password is correct, welcome home. ”

It was only then that a sincere smile appeared on the owl's meticulous face, and he pressed the green button on one side heavily.

Boom!

Before long, a small plate at the bottom of the disc spun and descended, and came to a steady stop on a platform.

The two of them got on the lifting plate with ease, and slowly entered the entrance hatch of the headquarters.

"Numbered Personnel Cast, Numbered Personnel Ruiwu, please go to Conference Room 1 immediately, please go to Conference Room 1 immediately. ”

A soft female voice echoed in the entry cabin, and the two looked at each other and walked directly into the passage.

There are three conference rooms in the entire headquarters, of which Room 1 is the smallest but the most important.

All the way unimpeded, the No. 1 conference room immediately caught the eyes of the two people, and standing at the door were two guards in armor.

"The wise man is already waiting for you. One of the guards on the right said in a deep voice.

Wise Man, this is Vlamir's second most important figure in this organization after Mr. Dragon. In fact, Mr. Long sees the beginning and does not see the tail, hiding behind it, and it has always been a wise man who presides over the overall situation.

The Wise Man is a code name, he is a monster who has lived for an unknown number of years, and he is also the oldest existence in the slave city, because he is a slave himself!

Syllable!

When the door was pushed open, Cass and Ruiu saw only one person at the top of the room.

"The meeting is over?" Ryou thought to himself, didn't he let them come to the meeting? Why is there only one person?

"Ruiu, you're finally here. The only man raised his head, revealing a rosy cheek that was in good spirits, and it was none other than the wise man.

"Mr. Wise. Ruiwu said respectfully.

For the wise man who created Vlamir with Mr. Dragon, every slave who joins must have a part of reverence.

"Cast, you go down first. The wise man waved his hand, and although the cast had doubts in his heart, he still retreated.

Ruiwu was puzzled, but he didn't speak, the wise man, in the dungeon is the authority!

When the cast closed the door, the wise man got up and walked slowly in front of Ruiu.

"Young master. ”

Ruiwu's heart was beating wildly, followed by a wry smile.

"I should have known, how could Mr. Wise not see it. ”

"You don't look like your father, but you look like your grandfather. The wise man said quietly.

"Mr. Wise Man, you once assisted my grandfather, and I should call you grandfather according to my seniority. Ruiwu saluted.

Ruiwu! The young patriarch of the slave clan, that is, the young master, bears the royal blood of the slave clan!