In the morning, in Northern Europe, on a small island on the coast of the Baltic Sea.
Located on a string of small islands off the coast, Fort Black is a very important coastal fort 25 years ago that blocked the sea route from the Gulf of Finland to Helsinki.
A bulletproof Mercedes under the escort of several black Land Rover Freelander slowly drove into the Emperor's Gate, this gate is the symbol of the entire fortress, the emperors of the past dynasties came to the fortress by boat, must have anchored and disembarked at the pier outside the Emperor's Gate, and entered the castle in the fortress through the Emperor's Gate.
On the emperor's door, a famous historical motto is engraved in marble: "Posterity, stand here on your own strength, and don't rely on the help of outsiders." ” The convoy entered the fortress, made its way down a narrow road, and finally stopped in front of the main city of Fort Black. 5 submachine guns got out of the car, separated into different positions, and formed a warning formation.
Kebby got out of the passenger seat of the Mercedes, twisted his fat ass and walked to the back seat door, and opened the door with a huff.
"Boss, be careful."
He cautiously reached out his hand to the door frame and lifted the titanium electric wheelchair from the wide, elongated back seat of the Mercedes, smiling brighter than the Baltic Sea sun in the early morning.
Haines got out of the car trembling and sat into a wheelchair with the help of Kebby, and Hansen, his right-hand man, walked behind the wheelchair and pushed the old white man slowly into the castle.
The huge bluestone inner city wall shows the vicissitudes of time, the forts on the battlements of the fortress are intact, the ancient copper cannons are mounted on it, and the mottled patina seems to quietly tell the tragic years full of gunsmoke.
The wheelchair slid silently on the narrow concrete road, and no one could be seen in sight, but Hansen could clearly feel that there were countless pairs of eyes around him watching his and Dr.
Haines' every move.
This is his gift, he can sense the presence of non-human blood in a large area, and when he searched for Fafnir's dragon cocoon on the surface of the Banana Islands, he once released his own sensing enchantment through the rune of the gods, and found the exact location.
Haynes's eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to be as lacking in energy as the old man in the park, as if a gust of wind could blow his life away, and life was like an oil lamp that had been lit overnight, and it had come to the end of its extinguishment.
Walk through the courtyard of the fortress and enter the main building.
It was a former prison where many members of radical parties were arrested and imprisoned during the country's domestic revolution when there were fierce large-scale clashes between radical and conservative parties.
Entering the doorway from the sunny outside, Hansen's pupils dilate dramatically so that he can gather more light and see the interior clearly.
Haynes suddenly opened his eyes, like a lion awakened from a deep sleep, with red flames dancing in his eyes.
"Hansen, you wait here, I'll go in myself."
He tilted his head slightly, and ordered his loyal men.
Hansen hesitated slightly, but nodded, and he let go of the handle of his wheelchair and stood on the side of the doorway, crossed his hands, and looked around warily.
Haynes placed his hand on the wheelchair remote control lever, and the motor hidden in the wheelchair drove the wheels and began to glide silently.
When he came to the gate, the two tall wooden doors creaked open, as if they were controlled by advanced automatic equipment.
Without hesitation, he drove the wheelchair inside, and the door slammed shut behind him, keeping all light out. call A slight sound sounded on the pillars, like the sound of the wind blowing.
Beams of yellow and clear fire lit up, and on the pillars of the fortress castle hall, the oil lamps were like an invisible servant, lighting them one by one.
It was as grand as an Egyptian temple, with quaint and simple patterns carved into the marble floor, and the surroundings seemed terrifying, even the hissing of the motor in a wheelchair.
Walking to the end of the hall, two metal doors were suddenly opened in the darkness, and the light came through the doorway, and Haynes calmly drove the wheelchair into the small room that was only a few square meters.
The elevator in the basement of Company C is the same as an alchemy passage that links to a certain place, but there is no floor number key here, and when the door is closed, the elevator will operate automatically.
After a minute, it finally stopped, and the door opened again, and suddenly a large hall appeared in front of it, which was wider than the fortress hall just now.
There was a table in the center of the main hall, surrounded by a dozen medieval monk-like people, although they were somewhat similar to the costumes of the priests in Company C, but they were different, these people had no hoods on their heads, their faces were clearly visible, they were wearing ancient Roman toga robes, they all looked quite old, either bald or full of silver, and their expressions were majestic.
Haines' wheelchair glides across the marble floor, and a large eagle-shaped mass is inlaid in white and black marble, and the eagle's head is stacked with lines of runi script in different colors of marble.
It wasn't the first time Haynes had come, and he knew the Eagle's Nest with these letters.
This is the seat of the core of the highest power of the Atlanteans, this is not an ordinary location, it does not exist in the world of the show, it is a small world in a different space, linked by an alchemy channel.
No one knows where the entrance to this realm is, or here today or tomorrow, Monday in Africa, or next week in Asia, and this alchemical passage is opened by the consuls of the Senate, the time and place known only to him, who gives instructions to the Council of Priests, and who reaches the ears of those who need to be served.
This is the refuge of the Atlanteans, if the power of the world is tilted, when the Restoration Society no longer has the power to control the world, the realm of this dimension will be opened with the help of the mysterious God Rune, and the core senators of the Restoration Society will hide here, and then issue instructions here one after another, and transmit them to the branches of the Restoration Society in the real world, so that the followers and descendants of Atlantis can strictly enforce them.
According to Haines, he is not able to enter this place except for reporting important work, and he is not qualified to enter here, even though he is the chief deacon of the Deacon's department of the Restoration Order, responsible for infiltration and subversion in the real world, including head-on confrontation with the Moriahs.
The last time I came in was ten years ago, in 1991, after the spy island incident, Haynes returned here to report to the president of the Senate, and for the next ten years, he was not allowed to come in.
Today, all the twelve members of the Senate have arrived, and Haines knows very well that this is the last two major actions that have completely alarmed the Senate, and it is estimated that the action at the dock of Company C has made these antiques who are already hundreds of years old restless, and finally can't help but personally preside over the work of the Restoration Society
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