Trafford’s Trading Club

Raisia, inside the main control room.

Count de Crea is watching the battle between the Valkyrie class and the Great Philosopher - when he sees the Valkyrie class and the Great Philosopher as messengers of the Dark Soul strike directly outside the Racia, the Count's eyebrows are compelled to wrinkle.

Because after breaking through the Rescia, the battlefield between the Valkyries and the Grand Cher has been moved to the top of the mountain, where the Palace of Penglai is located!

Through the Valkyrie class contact with the host, Count de Crea instantly saw what was happening on the top of the mountain.

At the top of the screen, a few different faces were quickly locked - the faces of women.

Yue Night, Qin Chuyu and Jessica- while locking in, the host is also structuring the data transmitted back at the Valkyrie level.

Suddenly, three additional sub-interfaces emerged from the Count, distinguished by the results of the analysis of these data by the host Racia - the most detailed being Jessica.

But the Count didn't look much, because after the host's analysis of Jessica, the various values given were too low to be threatened - then Qin Chuyu, the value was much higher, especially Qin Chuyu's Green Lotus Sword Song.

But Count de Crea also frowned slightly - it didn't have a shock on its face until it looked at Unight!

So, for the Unight indexes, what the host gives you is a string of random data —— and finally, at the end of the page, it slowly floats out a strange line of text.

“The general system can't calculate… how could it!” Count De Crea's gaze turned dazzling and incredible: "Zero source holdings of aliens… but the general system is impossible to calculate? What's going on?”

Even at this point in the battle with the Valkyrie class, the host system did not conclude that the "general system cannot be computed”.

In an instant Count de Crea's face changed slightly again - it ‘recognized' the origins of the blonde in this black and white dress… derived from a reading of data from the memory of Too Shady.

“Here comes the authentic agent of the roots?” Count de Crea now pressed his hands directly against the cylinder in front of him - not only that, but two other cylinders appeared on the left and on the right of the cylinder.

The Count's hands, swiftly moving back and forth over the three cylinders - one screen after another floating in front of the other, secretly and numbly taking up almost the entire control room space!

It's searching... for traces of the root orthodox agent in that Too Shady memory - but Count de Crea can't find any traces of the orthodox agent at all!

Even if it had looked through the memories of Too Shade, it could not portray the full story of this Orthodox agent in its mind - almost everything about the Orthodox agent in Too Shade, including his voice, appearance, and speech, was clouded with mist!

This is the protection of the orthodox agent at its roots - not even through the Dark Soul Messenger.

“Damn, if the Orthodox Agent...” Count de Crea punched the cylinder at this point, "then I...”

“No, I must get everything from the teacher as soon as possible before I can…”

The Count then took a deep breath and slowly pressed his palms over the most central cylinder - at which point the entire Lesia began to shake slightly.

In the air, suddenly there was a slight burst of noise… The Earl of De Crea felt a slight burst at this time, seeing only a few slight currents, which were scattered in the air at this time.

At the same time, a paralysis emerged from the hand it held down the cylinder - Count de Crea instinctively retracted his arm.

Only a flesh-eyed lightning bolt was seen, wrapped around the cylinder at this moment... Count de Crea suddenly shocked, he remembered something, his face was frightened!

The Count suddenly turned around at this moment and looked nervously at the edge of the main control room!

The housing of the main control room sphere, at this moment, is melting little by little… The gradual melting of the gap, a face that Count de Crea is familiar with, clearly floats in front of him!

Knowing that the entire gap was open, a small figure was slowly pushed into the control compartment by an invisible force.

Her gaze was hollow and lacking in spirituality, as if covered with a layer of mist and dripping hair in front of her forehead, almost covering her half face.

“Trial... not... you... you're ‘awake'...”

At this moment, Count de Crea seemed to see the most fearful thing of his life and took a few steps backwards in an instant… his voice was even slightly trembling.

“Brother…” Faced with Count de Crea's voice, she seemed to have been moved by something and slowly raised her head.

She suddenly stopped moving again.

After an initial panic, Count de Crea calmed down - watching carefully the ‘prototype' in front of him, moving little by little the palm of the palm of the white bone.

At this point, on the palm of the white bone, slowly converges some black matter —— like some fragments.

“Indeed… the ring of the double snake was destroyed.” Count De Crea frowned, "The second liberation was too reluctant...”

Count De Crea took a deep breath and the fingerbones on the palms of the white bones moved slightly, the black debris suspended above the palms, at a time when they combined little by little - where the bond was, a little crack was completely invisible, as if the metal cylinder of the main control room had been restored after it had been destroyed and the driving force had returned to its place of origin - from the forces of the roots.

Only at this moment, because of the low rate of heterogeneous source holdings, did Count de Crea suffer greatly to be able to complete the restoration of the 'Double Snake Ring'.

His eyes glanced over the screen, and the battle between the Valkyrie class and the Great Jewel -- when a giant lightsaber gathered over the sky, the Count's eyebrows jumped even harder.

However, the most important thing for it at this point is to reinstall the 'Double Snake Ring' back into the ‘prototype’ Gaia.

She remained motionless, her eyes empty and angry, like a body without a soul.

Count de Claire approached her carefully at this time - with her hands simultaneously holding a repaired black ring, gently, gently, toward the head of the 'prototype’ Gaia!

Time passes very slowly - as if Count de Crea had returned to sleep in consciousness, every second of this moment is like torture for him.

“You shouldn't ‘wake’... you shouldn't exist...” Count de Crea whispered.

The black ring finally slipped over her head and slowly - at this moment, the ring instantly came 'alive’ and turned into two little black snakes, instantly falling out of her long hair and biting behind her head.

Count de Crea watched all this nervously… Finally, it breathed - because nothing bad had happened.

At this moment, a more severe shock is coming from outside the De Crea - on the top of the mountain, Da Cheol's light sword has cut the mountain open.

In the main control room, most of the influence gained through the Valkyrie Gaia is instantly lost. Count De Crea frowned and pressed his hand against the cylinder again, and those lost images only recovered again —— one image in them, about Valkyrie Gaia.

Above the image, the body of the Valkyrie class was devastated, caught in the rocks and fell over the earth.

Looking at the crack in the Valkyrie Gaia from the left shoulder to the right waist, Count de Crea flashed a bit of anger.

“I actually destroyed my masterpiece to such an extent, but...” Count de Crea sneered, "The Valkyrie class is not so easily eliminated! ”

As if to verify what Count De Crea said, it fell deep into the mountain into a split body of the Valkyrie stage, where the wound suddenly melted into a liquid of mercury colour and gradually crossed… the Valkyrie stage recovered a little bit.

However, depending on the situation, the recovery of the Valkyrie level will take some time.

However, Count De Crea has had difficulty withstanding that counter-phasing force - before it was aggravated by the fact that it had to activate some of the root forces again to repair the black 'Double Snake Ring’, which made its time even less!

So he bit his teeth, and he said, “The Royal Ship Lacea, it's time to recreate it. ”

Count De Crea pressed his palm against the cylinder of control again!

In an instant, the two giant columns of power began to spin wildly, and it was constantly looking at everything outside - without the Valkyrie perspective, the Résia switched to another form of surveillance.

Looking at the club maid who was looking out at the exposed hull of the Résia, Count de Crea's eyebrows wrinkled instantly, "I have no royal power and the Résia cannot exercise its full power… I'm afraid it's a little difficult to deal with this impossible calculation. The point is that the Orthodox Agent hasn't shown up yet, and if he's hiding somewhere... damn it, what does he want to do! ”

Count De Crea suddenly grabbed his hair and his lips fluttered, "Now the top priority… is to increase my share of the source of my own anisotropy… If even the alternate can't do it, it's all for nothing! ”

“Brother...”

Just between Count De Crea's contemplations, the ‘prototype’ Gaia's voice sounded again behind the Count... which made Count De Crea turn around suddenly!

Seeing the 'prototype' that was supposed to be in the regression control again, I was staring at one of the many screens right now!

“Brother...”

In the image on the screen, a young man, in self-distorting air, appears little by little.

“Brother...”

‘Prototype’ Gaia's body trembled slowly at this moment, as if it had rusted for a thousand years, but now she wanted to move... little by little, little by little, closer to the past.

Pfft -!!!

Count De Crea, at this moment, fell to the ground, incredibly, and the colour of fear appeared little by little… it looked at the screen, staring at the look of a young man.

“Impossible... impossible!!!” Count de Crea screamed in horror at this moment, "Impossible... the Eternal Prince has clearly...”

At this moment, Count De Crea suddenly stuck!

It looked down at the white bone palms on its arms, trembling palms, and it looked up at the 'prototype’ Gaia at the same time, at the young man on the screen —— it remembered wildly everything when it woke up!

Everything…

The treasure trove was opened once before the program started.

His own Legion of Gaia was extinguished, leaving only the 'prototype' … the arrival of a false collision by the Tai Yin - he used the source of the Tai Yin's aliens, not the high-ranking black spirit of the Valkyrie battle.

Everything is like the suffering that you create for yourself, and these miseries follow each other strangely…

“It's you... Cicero!!! You set this all up!!” Count de Claire growls furiously at this moment, "you count me!!! Even after death... you still have a ghost!! ”

At the same time.

The ‘prototype’ Gaia painfully held her head and made an awesome cry from the more superior Earl of De Crea!

On her body, the horrible thunder seemed uncontrolled, her whole body swam... the black circle hidden behind her brain, and there were several cracks!

Count De Crea is in shock and rage at this moment, which blends into the palm of the white bone in his arms, and he is shaking constantly at this moment, as if he were going to disengage from his arms at any time!

“Cicero!! After all, you don't want me to inherit your things!!!” Count de Crea roared at this moment!

It suddenly raised its white bone palm and pointed at the 'prototype’ Gaia, which began to crack the ring of the double snake, recovering a little bit at this moment.

It's just that the screaming of 'prototype' is getting more and more awesome - the sound has penetrated the main control room, allowing the dragon and evening trapped on the metal bridge to listen carefully.

They don't know what's going on in the sphere, they just feel that a horrible force, like the sea rolling in a storm, is being compressed into the sphere at this moment!

At this point, Count De Crea in the main control room climbed up painstakingly and looked at the young man on the screen, laughing: “Even if it's orthodox... even if it's really him! Facing your ‘sister’... hahahahahahahaha!!! Cicero, you better stop looking at me!!! ”

“Gaia! Wake up the Rachel! Unleash your royal power!!! ”

“... understand...”

……

……

Boo--!!!!

A beam of light struck a square outside the Palais de Penglai - not far from Lochu.

The enormous amount of energy blew the square apart, and the splashy rubble suddenly fired at Rocchu - the maid waved her hand at this moment, a black flame flashed past, and the rubble instantly disappeared into the invisible.

“Master…” The maid looks at her master in a dazed manner.

Lochu was holding a roll of paper picked up from the ground, and he slowly opened it at the moment.

The girl in the painting, quiet and beautiful... and the young man next to the chair.

They, instantly, appeared in Lochu's sight.

For a moment, Rochu sees something in front of him, like an illusion.

Among the countless stars, the girl slowly fell... into the giant vortex that seemed to devour all the stars.

She smiled, she cried, she was beautiful, her lips trembled slightly, as if to say something...

The image flew away, and Lochu subconsciously held his forehead, closing his eyes.

“Master!” The maid's face is frightened at this moment - the first time she's lost her temper so far.

Lochu opened his eyes and fell his head, looking over the sky, the Royal Ship that covered the sky, the Laesia, whispered: “Gaia...”

“Master? ”

Roquelle muttered to herself: "Yu Night, I think… I still need another vacation. ”

Saying, Rocchu stepped out, and the next moment, it had disappeared into the eyes of the people...