As soon as the werewolf Frieze finished speaking, a group of people in the cave immediately responded in a loud voice. The voices of the crowd were furious, and everyone seemed to be very excited, as if they all had a deep hatred for those masked madmen.

Fritz's words were loud, loud and emotional. Although Mackenny felt that he had a stomach of questions to ask, he didn't dare to interrupt casually when he saw so many people echoing in loud voices.

He looked cautiously to the left and right, and was surprised to see one or two familiar faces in the cave. He saw the small leader of a crime family in Vendelani, which had been wiped out by Green Arrow last week, and thought that everyone had gone to prison, but he didn't expect that one of them was missing here.

In addition, there is a thug he has seen, who originally seemed to be the personal bodyguard of a certain big man, and he is a famous figure in Wendairani Road. A few days ago, the power of the big man also collapsed, and everyone who should have gone in went in, I thought that this thug should be finished with the master, but I didn't expect to see it here.

There is also a killer, who is also a veteran of Vendelani's activities for many years. Mackenny had a business relationship with each other once or twice, and he didn't know each other well, but he knew each other.

Looks like it's all disgruntled.

In the midst of the noise, another voice rang out.

"You say there's something important, and that's the way it is."

Mackenny was stunned for a moment, and it took him a moment to realize that the voice was coming from above. Many people followed the sound and raised their heads as sharply as him, and immediately saw a figure hovering in the air at some point.

It was a man in a voluminous robe that hung down to his ankles like a skirt. Half of his body was tightly wrapped in the robe, and a pair of hands as white as a woman poked out of the wide sleeves, and the five fingers were slender and delicate.

But in stark contrast to the delicate skin and fingers, it was what he wore on his wrists.

A pair of bracelet-like things, black of unknown material. But the appearance of the ring is also irregular, the shape is rugged and bumpy, along the wrist to the forearm eerily upward, it looks like a variety of strange stones stacked one after another, the whole looks inexplicably a bit like the face of an unknown creature, grotesque and abnormal.

A strange and invisible energy emanated from the bracelets, causing the man to hang in mid-air, condescending above everyone's heads, like an angel.

Mackenny was taken aback when he saw this, and immediately thought that this could be the same superhero as some superheroes?

"Saints."

Werewolf Fritz looked up at the man and spoke in a flat tone.

"I've heard that it only takes proof of ability and faithfulness to God to be blessed to join the headquarters and even be selected as a member of the saints."

The man, who was called a saint, still hung in the air, replied in a colder tone, "If you can prove yourself." ”

It turns out that the establishment of this organization has blossomed everywhere, and it has secretly developed in many cities on the Pole Star. They hide underground, hiding from the eyes and ears of authorities and superheroes, and build a vast dark web structure.

The local branches are independent of each other, and the members of each region only know about the existence of the unified organization, but they have no idea where the other branches are and who they are. It's just that they will get help from the headquarters, evade those superheroes, and continue to secretly encircle those who have thoughts of rebellion to develop power.

This way, even if a branch is found to be destroyed, they will not be able to reveal the inside information about the organization.

At the headquarters of the organization, those who are lucky enough to be selected to receive the "blessing" will step into the transcendent and become permanent members of the headquarters. The best of them will be chosen as "saints", who have the power to communicate directly with their gods, and who are the strongest in the organization.

"It's a tense situation right now, and I don't think I need to make a special statement." The saint floated in the air and said stiffly, "All-out war is coming, and God is actively preparing for the 'coming.'"

The saints have a whole world to look after and countless things to do. So you'd better have a good reason to ask me to make this trip, or ......"

"Of course, there is absolutely no more important reason than that." "In fact, this is the only thing the organization cares about, and the only thing it needs," said Fritz the werewolf, confidently. ”

He clapped his hands and seemed to give the order through movement.

Soon the crowd in the rear parted like a tidal wave, and a man walked out carrying a suitcase. He placed the metal box across a table and stepped aside.

The werewolf Frieze stepped forward and reached under the handle of the box. There was a click of the hidden buckle being unfastened, and a dial was revealed below, which was actually a combination lock.

He entered the password, and the lock clicked open when the verification was passed. He turned the metal box open and turned it upside down to show the saint.

The saint was in mid-air, his eyes widening after just one glance, and his breath was almost suffocating.

The small locket with a strange structure was lying quietly in the box, wasn't it the "advent core" that their organization had been dreaming about?

The saint, who had looked like he was on top the whole time, descended from the sky and landed at the table. He carefully picked up the box from the box, let it lie in the palm of his hand, and closed his eyes lightly, as if feeling something. The others stepped aside, waiting patiently for him without bothering.

"This unique infection wavelength, characteristic of energy...... Yes. ”

The saint opened his eyes with an expression of joy that could not help himself.

"Descend to the core!"

Only then did he put away his contemptuous attitude and turned his head seriously to look at the killer beside him.

"How did you get it?"

"Strength, plus a little strategy." Werewolf Frieze's voice was still cold, "I think this should be enough proof of ability?" ”

"Yes, it's enough. This is what organizations need most right now...... I will explain your merits to God, all of you. The saint said.

"I have a better idea, why don't I go with you." Fritz said.

The saint's smile narrowed, and he looked at him a little stiffly for a moment.

"There is no one other than saints who can talk to God." He said.

"No one else has ever brought back the 'Advent Core'."

The legendary killers of yesteryear are-for-tat and don't give in halfway.

"How else do I know that you won't take credit for yourself?"

A murderous look flashed in the saint's eyes: "Are you questioning a saint? ”

"Don't dare. I'm just trying to earn a chance to prove myself. "I think I've just proven my strength, and what I'm asking for now is a chance to prove my loyalty." ”

Many people around were echoing loudly. The Vendelani branch only entered a period of rapid development after the archer duo began to operate, and many of the members present were cornered.

But Fritz is not. He was one of the first members to join, and he was one of the most famous killers, with a strong leadership temperament, and he was already quite popular in Vendelani's branch.

The saint looked around, and thought that this time was indeed a special situation. Coming to the core is so important that no one has done such a great job, not even the saints around God. In addition, it seems that this leader is indeed very prestigious in this branch, and if he can be valued by the Great Divine Lord, it is estimated that it will be beneficial to the development of the members at the bottom.

"Well, you did earn this opportunity for yourself, Fritz."

The saint made up his mind and said in a deep voice.

"Then feel honored and terrified, that you are about to see the greatest being in the world.

If you are truly worthy, God-given as a saint, then we have nothing to say. But if the Lord is not happy to see you......

...... Let's just say it, you'll regret your stubbornness. ”

"Don't worry, then you won't have to worry about it." Fritz said indifferently, "Just lead the way, we'll see." ”