The Basic Law of the Routine of the Infinite World

"This is really good news." Roger nodded. "The four directions are just enough for the twelve major leagues. With 48 hours of preparation time, it is estimated that the major leagues will meet again soon to discuss how to deal with it."

"I really don't understand why there are two alliances at this time." Xueyin frowned: "Isn't this increasing internal friction?"

"It may be because of the rules." Xiu Yan spread his hands and said: "But this is not what we have to worry about now, what we have to worry about.... these are."

Xiu Yanzhi pointed at the silhouettes that flashed out of the wall of sighs.

"The agent of the SR area." Everyone's expressions became gloomy: "They really won't stay in that place honestly."

"There's no way." Xiu Yan sighed and said slowly, "The Garden of Eden gave us 48 hours of buffer time, and naturally it gave the guys in the SR area a vacation, and they naturally want to return to this familiar place at this time. look at the place."

Roger also sighed: "Cortana, open the base shield and defense system. I guess we have to fight before we meet!"

As soon as Roger's voice fell, Cortana's voice appeared: "Sir, who found the six agents approaching at high speed, they have already reached the eighth level."

As soon as the screen turned, it was six agents floating outside the base. With the establishment of the audio, Xiuyan and everyone heard the roar of the floating man!

"The old ancestor is back! The door is still open!"

"Come on." Xiu Yan turned his head and walked out, saying hello: "It seems that our meeting is not going to happen, everyone will go out with me to meet these real... bosses."

ps: Happy new year everyone, it's another new year.....you guys.....have you drawn something out?

I....

I.....

I sank two singles of Musashi! ! !What the hell! ! !Waking up in the new year is so pitiful for me! ! ! !This game is unplayable! ! !Can't play anymore! ! ! !

Chapter nine hundred and seventy third: accident

Seeing that there was no response in the base for a long time, the expressions of the six agents floating in the air gradually darkened.

"Who is in charge now!" The old man in charge has already scolded: "Can't you see the images in the Hall of Glory!"

The group of people looked at each other and showed a hint of incomprehension.

"Why is the base shield turned on?" A middle-aged man beside him wondered, "Why does this shield have nothing to do with it?"

Indeed, the Grand Alliance in Borderlands will not have nothing to do with a shield, and it is useless to waste energy.

If it wasn't for this shield, these six guys would probably have rushed in directly.

Just as they struggled, the shield began to fade.

As the shield faded, several teams of agents had already climbed to the top of the city on the first floor.

One of the young men in a black casual suit looked up into the air: "I don't know who are here?"

"Huh?" The leading old man frowned, and with a snort, everyone on the city wall suddenly felt like a whirlwind blowing by!

"The current junior is really getting more and more unruly!" The old man snorted coldly, "Don't even know us!"

"Are you talking about the Hall of Glory?" Xiu Yan smiled slightly, and then raised his hand with one hand: "This?"

I saw a small palace appeared in his palm, which was an A+ grade prop he found in Yazhongtian's palace.

This is a space item similar to the Refuge of the Eight Sins and Cher's third-year Class A.

This thing has no other use, that is, there are a lot of phantoms enshrined in it.

But after Xiuyan got it, he wiped the phantom inside and used it as a real prop.

"How bold!" The middle-aged man next to the old man scolded: "Have you eaten the rules of the alliance!"

Xiu Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he found that although these six people were full of anger, their tone was extremely arrogant, and even the voice just now contained countless anger, but...

They didn't do it directly!

After thinking for a while, Xiu Yan smiled and said, "I'm sorry, the six should be the seniors of the Eighth Heaven, right?"

"Knowingly asking!"

"No no no." Xiu Yan shook his head: "I really don't know, after all, this place is no longer called Yazhongtian, Cortana, do we have an alliance flag?"

Cortana's voice was low: "You didn't let me prepare this, sir."

"Just make one." Roger reminded in a low voice.

"Oh." Cortana responded quickly, and then the phantom of opinion was projected behind everyone's back.

It was a flag, and the background of the flag was a picture like a treasury of evil dragons. In the middle of the picture, two large Chinese characters slowly grew bright.

"EU!"

Xiu Yan glanced back, then lowered his head unconsciously.

Faceless!

"I was actually told that this AI has such a bad taste." Xiu Yan couldn't help muttering: "It's enough to send Cortana to my designer friend if you want to piss off."

Xueyin snorted softly: "Come on, I didn't make a bunch of bombs for you, just laugh."

And the six former domineering agents lost their breath, and the eyes of the old man headed were full of confusion: "European Union? When will the name be changed."

Haruko raised her head, all kinds of dissatisfaction in her voice: "Are these guys really stupid or pretending to be stupid?"

The headed old man was shocked, and he said unconsciously, "Could it be the Eighth Heaven..."