Trafford’s Trading Club

In my memory, Count de Crea has never suffered at such a moment.

If suffering has a standard hierarchy, it must have endured more than a few, dozen, or even a hundred times the highest.

Instead, extreme pain created an unprecedented concentration on Count De Crea, and countless memories flashed like a walking lantern - it had to be angrily aware of something.

There seems to be a slight difference in the proxy that lies at the root of this.

Orthodox agents are not impossible to kill… At least the royal power can kill, legend has it that the Eternal Emperor himself killed the Orthodox Agent and replaced it - but with the death of the Eternal Emperor, the absence of the root Orthodox position, there will be many alternates in the 'zero point' field.

Its teacher Cicero, in that battle, became a loser and quit the stage!

Count de Crea was therefore convinced that the authentic agent of the root cause could be killed.

But... but if the Orthodox Agent has become impossible to kill... what the hell is going on? When did the root cause change the rules in this regard?

Once orthodoxy has become immortal, what is the significance of the existence of alternates in all ‘zero-point' domains? This is... not fair at all!!

It's not fair!

Count De Crea shouts madly in his heart.

However, it held onto the palm of its head and prevented it from making a sound.

It's like being able to feel all the pain on the outside at this moment, and the pain is being amplified indefinitely, but it's always impossible to make a sound, to make any kind of reflex of the conditions of the plant - a dilemma that makes it even more difficult than death.

Time seems to have been cut into countless segments, and it is trapped in every segment forever, even silently counting the passage of time, but it is still inseparable and has to be caught in a cycle of going back and forth.

Don't know how long it's been.

Finally, as Count de Crea's consciousness approaches the moment of collapse, the pain it endures instantly disappears.

This gives Count de Crea even a sense of happiness from the depths of hell, instantly thrown into a world of joy. However, such happiness comes suddenly and at the same time extremely briefly, because in the next moment it will again have to endure the pain that is constantly magnifying.

Like being burned by a flame, like being frozen by cold ice, like being eroded by strong acids, like being torn apart by a beast... In your mind, every sensitive part that should exist when you have a real body, at this moment, is like being stabbed by a burnt steel needle...

Once again, its reason came close to collapse, and all the pain disappeared at that moment - again, it experienced the kind of happiness that was thrown into heaven, yet again, after a very short time, it was struck down into a painful hell.

How many times? How many times?

Infinite times… and the spirit gradually became numb because it could not bear such pain.

At last… perhaps just a hallucination, but at last, Count de Crea feels the pain once again away from himself.

This time, it didn't feel the happiness of being thrown into heaven.

Just simply feel the pain stop.

When Lochu's palms loosened from his forehead, Count de Crea pounded and collapsed directly to the ground.

His eyes widened, his body twitched constantly, his lips trembled senselessly, and he gasped purely and painfully.

“A hundred years.” Lochu looked coldly at the twitching Count de Crea, "I let you endure all the extreme pain I could imagine in a spiritual world for a hundred years. But..."

Count De Crea's gaze returned to some focus and Rocchu's face grew clearer in his gaze… instinctively, Count De Crea closed his eyes.

It doesn't dare to look.

“But.”

Once again, Rocciu mentioned Count De Crea's body and grabbed his neck, “Even so, it doesn't make my anger go away, even if it's only one percent. I really don't like this state of affairs... how should I torture you? ”

“Give me a pleasure...” Count De Crea's voice trembled, “Please...”

Like a collection of all things horrible… so calm that the Earl of De Crea also trembles from the soul level… it is not even clear whether there is an authentic agent at the root, or an angry demon.

"It's not good," said Lo Qiu. "My emotions are out of control. It's even worse if I simply kill you and there's no way to calm them down. Everyone has a less good side... obviously I'm no exception. But it seems suppressed for too long, too long. ”

“You… what do you want…” Count de Crea trembled all over his body.

“A hundred years is not enough. A thousand, ten thousand years? ”

Lochu looked at Count De Crea, looking at the unusually quiet, “Or, a never-ending time, suffering like this all the time, how about? Rest assured, I will keep you from breaking your mind and being sensible at all times… I even intend to keep you positive. You know, as long as I think about it, I can do it... just for a second. ”

“Gaia... it's all because of Gaia!” Count De Crea panicked: “I don't know why you came back, why you came back, or even became an orthodox generation... but I can use my skills to get her back! I... I can make her a real queen! As long as you let me go... I will be completely at your side! Give me my loyalty, all of mine! ”

“As I said, I can do anything I want… I know that all the time. But I was afraid that once I got used to that state, everything would become meaningless to me. ”

Rochu shook his head, "Do you understand? I don't need any loyalty from you... so all you have is the value that makes me angry. ”

“I don't want to -!!!! ”

Count de Crea made an angry growl.

“By the way, I've got a great idea. ”

Lochu suddenly let go of Count De Crea, and under his stunned gaze, "Cicero seems to have left you with difficulty… it doesn't matter to tell you that your teacher seems willing to let you inherit everything from him - he just doesn't like it easy for you to get, so he leaves you with some difficulty. But... it just left you with misery and wasn't sure that you would inherit. ”

Count De Crea only feels that his body at this time is little by little erased... the source of the aliens in his body, little by little extracted... separated!

Its consciousness, the body constructed from the origin of the alien, is separated directly between the ideas of Lochu.

“I'll give you the body.” Rocciu said, his fingers lit on Count De Crea's consciousness, "but it's just a fragile body, and perhaps you can't beat a wild dog. ”

A weak and powerless body, slowly appearing at this time, Count de Crea's consciousness, slowly integrated into this body at this time - it suddenly opened its eyes, unprecedented weakness, frightening it!

“Finally, I will give you an inheritance game that you will never be able to complete...”

Rocciu's voice, gently controlling the indoor echoes, like whispers in his ears, made Count de Crea's nerves tighten for a moment, and his heart —— it's beating wildly today.

“You will not die, and what you dream of will always be in front of you, but you will never be able to really touch it...”

It's like directing a simple play, writing a script that won't change… The voice of Rocchu has left Count de Crea on his knees in despair.

“You will remain optimistic and positive, even if you feel depressed, you will cheer up...”

The script is still going...

Count de Crea curled his new body in fear at this time, tense to bite his fingers.

“By the way, every failure will be your motivation, your desire for what you want in your heart, your motivation one time at a time... you will strengthen your faith every time until you feel like you may be capable of everything, until... you continue to fail, then you continue to try, then you fail, but you still fail. So you just, you know, end up in an endless cycle. ”

“Stop it!!!!! ”

In the main control room, Count de Crea painfully held his head and made a hissing lung-like sound.

At this point, it only feels dark in front of it, its consciousness falls asleep at this moment, its thoughts wildly resist the voice of Lochu... resist this‘ game ’he describes and instinctively shut off its own perception of everything.

Count de Crea, then fell to the ground and passed out.

Lochu closed his eyes and took a slow breath.

……

By the time he opened his eyes again, the divine color had ceased to be so indifferent - Rocciu breathed out again slowly while spreading his palms open.

A dark mist slowly appeared in his palm.

Lochu closed his palms and quenched these black mists… his divine color eased again, "Much more comfortable. ”

After that, Rochu walked to the girl who fell on the floor.

She was apparently unconscious, leaning against a white cylinder, and the scattered hair almost covered most of her face.

Looking like a quiet sleeping girl, Rochu's remaining anger faded a little.

He brushed her hair with his hands and wiped tears from her face.

“You are in my memory… but obviously not what belongs to me now.” Lochu's fingers are on the girl's face and she feels the delicacy of the girl's skin, "so... what are you to me? ”

The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly a few times and seemed to be about to wake up.

Lochu held her up at this time… her body seemed to move faster than he thought.

He glanced into the main control room and looked at Count de Crea, who had fallen to the ground, muttering: “It seems that Cicero's final ordeal for you is me. ”

Lochu disappeared from the main control room - and, at the same time, disappeared together, as well as the 'Book of Alayer', which was placed on another cylinder.

……

……

A figure flew up from below.

One hundred hijackers was being taken back to the square outside the Penglai Palace, wearing a collar at the moment by the maid - and, without a doubt, a line of visitors who had not been in the square was in the sight of the maid.

This is definitely Long Xiaoru and Su Zijun and other travelers.

“Master. ”

When Suzijun appeared empty, Jessica was surprised, then relieved, and ran straight to Suzijun - although the attack on the Résia had not stopped.

A light gun has come to the back of Jessica - Suzijun's face has changed slightly.

But at this moment, a black light flashed through, and it was about to concentrate on Jessica's light cannon, which at this moment was counteracted by invisibility - Jessica was shocked and, when she came back, found out that it was the distant maid who rescued her.

“Miss Jessica, please don't leave the safe distance.” Unight said softly at this time.

“I'm sorry.” Jessica hastily said.

“It's okay now.” Unight shook his head.

But what she said was nothing, not that Jessica had survived a hijacking —— but that giant Résia above the sky, which had stopped its insane cannon attack at the moment.

Everything stops —— yes, unconsciously, all of it.

It's just that right now, the entire Penglai treasure trove, like the land after being hit by meteorite rain, a thousand holes —— lush forests, gorgeous terrain, those things outside that make people chase, crazy treasures, I'm afraid there's not much left to do at this moment.

The Xuan Palace remains stubbornly floating in its original position - like a city in the sky, above the earth.

Give the Raisia out at high altitude, still hovering.

And it turns out that it's huge, like a diamond-shaped giant crystal, emitting a metallic glow in the sun.

At this point, Dae-chul came back - he didn't know where to fold a thick branch and stabbed it behind the tiger - with the belt on his pants behind him, picking the tiger back like this.

By the way, Da Cheol also stuffed a few rubbed leaves in his nose, and honestly Bala looked like a worker who had just picked up dung.

“All together.” Lady Maid doesn't even look at Wang Tiger at this moment.

She looked at Long Yili and swept through the hundreds of hijackers before Qin Chuyu said softly: “You can leave now. ”

The maid opened a distorted passage in the square.

Dazhu threw out the special flat strain on his hand without saying a word - he threw the top tiger into the crack of the channel as well, which held down the nostrils and sprayed out the rubbed leaves.

If Ryukyu frowned at the moment - she didn't know what was happening on the Résia and didn't want to leave like this.

“Please." The maid waved her hand slightly.

“Go!” Long Xi chewed his teeth and said, turning his head into the passage.

After that, Tortoise and Ghost Baby had to keep their mouths shut and follow - Su Zijun followed after a thoughtful look at the Raisia in the sky - Jessica had to follow quickly, but even before leaving, she said hello to the maid.

Watching everyone walk into the exit aisle, the hundred hijackers slowly appealed at this moment, the Phantom: “Let me wait for Boss Luo to come back... this business is still to be done. ”