Trafford’s Trading Club

After leaving the beach, Ramias first called his fellow minister, the director of teaching at the university.

Behind her, in a car, a pair of men and women were now naked and unconscious in the back seat… looking at the number of the supervisor on the notebook, Ramirez pressed the number on the screen.

“Who?”

“Me.”

“How is it a strange phone call?” The Director was greatly surprised.

Ramias found a reason to cope with the past... by calling the director of training, mainly to determine whether he deserved a warrant to arrest himself inside the congregation.

After a conversation, Ramias can almost be sure that the other person doesn't know about it… it seems that Katrina Sir intends to sacrifice his own business and proceed quietly.

Indeed, even if compromised, there is still a need to stabilize the sentiments of members of the entire old school system.

Ramias grinned in her heart that she had been disappointed by the Black Order, hoping instead that a contradiction would erupt between the New and the Old Sects and that civil unrest would ensue.

But with Angel pressure coming from the Holy Church, I'm afraid it won't happen for long… Back in the conversation with the Director of Training, "I need to use weapons. ”

“When? ”

“The sooner the better. ”

“Wait for me at 78 Third Avenue in half an hour. ”

Ramias had even heard the phone at the end of the day, instructing the director to wear clothes… Ramias turned it off and returned it directly to the car, carrying a black portable alley, then boarded the motorcycle and drove to its original location.

The case contains [Fear Reverse Cross] - the folding limit of this armor is similar to that of a regular office suitcase, after all, it is not the greatest masterpiece of this cultivation, naturally much worse in portability… and additional recharge is needed.

Although she had stripped six battle nuns of their [fear of the cross], she had broken with Lord Katrina and would clearly no longer be able to receive any supplements from within the Order.

The town has a temporary spare weapons warehouse, which has been the responsibility of the Director of Training - Ramias intends to loot the warehouse tonight and stockpile some supplies for the future.

Father Stra is not necessarily reliable, and in order to survive this impending turmoil, he must have some capital to protect himself.

……

Half an hour and soon.

Starting in the evening, it is now exactly midnight in front of the door of building 78 on Third Avenue, in a trench coat.

Ramias dropped a beautiful rear and parked in front of the director.

“Anything special tonight?” The Director of Training asks as he opens the door.

And Ramias said, "After more than a decade of lurking outside, have you ever thought about leaving your current position and moving back to headquarters? ”

He wondered why Ramias had suddenly asked and frowned: “When it was time to turn me back, headquarters would naturally turn me back. ”

“Your personality is not suitable for carrying at headquarters.” Ramias shook his head.

The coaching director opened his mouth and was just about to say when, he just felt something hit him in the back of the neck unknown, then his eyes darkened and fell to the ground.

Lamierce took the paper and pen, wrote a set of bank accounts and secrets on it, and finally a line of text was inserted into the director's pocket, which took the key and opened the door all the way down to the basement of the house.

An entire arsenal is now in front of Ramias… The outermost obvious is conventional thermal weapons - a stockpile that can fully support a major terrorist attack.

But facing the power of [inhumans], this little conventional weapon obviously doesn't work.

“Found it, π type 2 battery...” Lamia has a little surprise in her heart, "good harvest. ”

In addition to the spare batteries, there are other parts here that can be used to repair armor and a set of modified equipment…

Watching the lick... the six sets of [Fear of the Cross] that came back, as well as the parts in the warehouse, and the reversing relics on the body, a crazy thought suddenly appeared in Ramias' brain.

……

……

On the street, two descending angels are walking in the direction of the Church - the birth carrier they used this time, a pair of men and women specially prepared by the Episcopal Church, whose original physical qualities can already be considered extraordinary and perfectly shaped among humans.

Angels naturally exude a different temperament than ordinary people naturally, coupled with this high-quality shell, making it easy to attract the attention of the passers-by - those who have just returned from the bar.

It's just that the repudiation of the two angels is too obvious a thousand miles away, so there's no human harassment on the way.

“In any age, this corrupt group can always breed.” Men shook their heads when angels came, "an era that required the purification of the holy light. ”

When an angel comes to an angel and ignores his companions, he just looks at two faces - two men whose hearts seem to be heavy.

They do not seem to have noticed that they have been watching them for a second or two, just talking to themselves in a low voice.

“What happened to Lord Dagonit in such a hurry? ”

“How do I know? Just over at Headquarters, just gave us a temporary evacuation order. ”

“Knight institutions, in their own homeland, do they give way to the Episcopal Church... this is really! ”

The two are, of course, Muffin knights stationed in the town, as well as Victor Knights - since Joker Dagonit flew away in a hurry, they have no idea what to do next… It was not until just now that they received a direct order from Mr. Gareth from the headquarters of the Fogdu Knights Institution.

“Yeah, the knighthood is really windy now...” Muffin shook his head with a bitter smile: “It wasn't like this before. I heard that 100 years ago, when Mr. Farrell was still here, I waited for the Knights of the Round Table, and the Holy Knights of the Holy Church had to give in. How dignified was that! ”

At this moment, a voice came.

“Really? Is this Mr. Farrell really that good? Would you two mind telling me about this Mr. Farrell? ”

Muffin and Viktor were actually stunned... they didn't feel anyone approaching them, turned around, only to see when they stood behind them a pair of men and women, handsome men and beautiful women, unusual temperament.

“Who are you people?” The two knights were instantly on alert.

When the man came to the angel, he saw the woman of his companion come to the angel and smiled with a sunny smile, "We? Didn't you two just mention our history? ”

“Are you from the Holy Church?” Muffin glanced at Viktor and frowned, "What do you want? ”

The man came down to the angel and smiled softly, "I just want to know how good Mr. Farrell is in your mouth. ”

He reached out his hand and opened his five fingers.

Muffin and Viktor felt just a suffocating sensation, straining their muscles instantly, but without resisting, they had been sucked directly into front of each other by an invisible force.

“Memory reading. ”

The man came down to the angel and grabbed Muffin's forehead… The other woman came down to the angel and shook her head, revealing helplessness, but had to reach out and grab Victor's head.

It is not always possible to wait for a man to arrive at the angel to read it and spend time explaining to himself… it is obviously more efficient to read it together.

The other two, only slightly more powerful mortals, although only two wings descended on the angel, have been under the banner of the archangel Long Michal, far more powerful than the same order, even if compared to the ordinary four wings can angel, do not give way, read the memory of the two still ordinary people, do not be too simple.

A few minutes later, Muffin and Victor fell to the ground like mud and passed out.

The man came down to the angel and frowned: “What's going on, this guy called Muffin, he's telling the truth... is there really such a guy as Prairie? ”

The woman came to the angel and said, “This is called Viktor, and he has a small amount of information in his memory about [the War of Hundreds of Years], but very little… probably because of his low level of office, he has little contact with relationships. ”

“Neither do I.” A man came to the angel and thought: "A hundred years ago the war led to the decline of the entire superlative world of the West… Why did the Pope not mention this? ”

“There seems to be something hidden from me…” A woman has finally frowned upon the angel, "regarding this Farrell, if what they know is true, then Farrell may threaten our ability to come to the angel. ”

“It is not surprising that a sub-world is so vast that occasionally one or two powerful people arrive at its limits.” A man came to the angel to shake his head, "but this powerful individual did not appear in the Holy Church... what an incompetence, the Church of this sub-world, let a power inheritor who broke the Celtic Divine System repress. ”

“This needs to be known to Lord Hamaleh in return.” A woman came to the angel and thought.

“No rush.” The man came to the angel: “Now that he has come, take the sacred relic and the traitor's priest first and return to Lord Hamaleh at his bidding. How time-consuming it is to come and go. ”

The woman came to the angel and thought the same thing, nodded her head, then opened her wings directly behind her, then rushed away... so did the man who came to the angel.

After all, they are an exploratory corps of heaven, exploring an infinite number of sub-worlds, an individual world that in the past has long developed a thunderous style, and can sometimes even be described as carefree.

As for exposing extraordinary powers and triggering world shocks and so on... Not to mention that Lord Hammare may have meant to give the Holy Church world power by sparking extraordinary wars, it is not known how many sub-worlds the world will have been fought against simply because they followed the archangel Long Michal in his quest for all worlds.

Nor does the Corps of Explorers of Heaven compete with the world will of individual sub-worlds. Through constant exploration, Heaven has long developed a way to cope with the will of the world.

Different sub-worlds have different mainstreams, and just as long as they conform to the mainstream of the will of the world and steal the functions of the protagonists of the will of the world, they can also achieve the purpose of pioneering a new sub-world.

“Mama, look! Angels! ”

“Go to sleep, sweetheart, Asami will tell you a horrible little story before bed... hey, is there really an angel?? ”

It's late at night, but there's more than one or two people who see angels.

……

……

On the desk, a painting has hand-painted [round] white paper, which is laying flat on… white paper, accompanied by the activation of [Constructed Alchemy], a bunch of metallic glossy liquid, is constantly changing.

This is the ability to directly decompose a metal craft through the [round] form… Boss Lo is using this metal liquid for fun and pinching some small things.

At this point, inside this room, is the area where this [alchemy] rule is allowed to be used… outside the room, naturally everything is normal.

This is just a little game to send out time. Mr. Lo naturally doesn't waste his time, but he writes the [circle] rules into Alayer's system.

“The ability that ordinary people can also master…” Mr. Lo's eyes flashed a little light, "analyze, understand, create… as long as the composition of human elements is clear…”

Theoretically, the body elements of an animal can be completely decomposed and finally combined… to pinch out a living human body.

Boss Lo was suddenly caught in contemplation.

All of a sudden, a gentle pair of hands rested on his shoulder, squeezing just right... Mr. Lo opened his eyes and a smile appeared on his face.

“Has it finished… the third server. ”

“I didn't get into any trouble, it went well.” Miss Maid moved her hands up a bit, rubbing the position from the shoulder to the back of Boss Lo's ear, "The third server could be officially activated if the next thing you know, you send a black soul to oversee it. ”

Lochu shook his head at the moment.

“Master? ”

Rochu said softly: “I don't know when this business seems to be getting bigger...”

You know, when he first took over the shop, Mr. Lo was also out of date, under the guidance of the maid, doing some small business.

But the maid didn't think it was... big?

It's just the beginning, my lord.

She knew that the previous owner of the store was a world that had done the past, relying on the gates of criticality and the ever-producing dark soul.

But [Master God's plan] … is that the Guest will automatically come to the door for business. The significance of the Black Soul Messenger is minimized instead.

“This is nothing.” The maid pointed to the table, the changing metal liquid sphere.

Boss Luo pulled his mind out of this business situation and replied with a smile: "An alchemy in its world… if you have enough knowledge, you can even refine it into a human body. ”

“The human body.” The maid glanced, “Isn't this...”

Boss Luo nodded: “Remember what you said about the world civilization that was destroyed by the creation of [artificial souls]? [Artificial Soul] and [Human Body Refining], don't know what they would be if they were combined..."

The ultimate no-go zone for life.

Build!

Making man, the altar can be done easily, as long as the sacrifice is sufficient - nothing is a problem for the altar… its very existence, as if it were impossible.

And human beings… the spirits of wisdom are slowly, step by step, making everything impossible, gradually possible.

At this time, the [artificial soul] and [human body cultivation] were still calculating the postulated maid, but heard the words of Mr. Lo.

He said, "You say, when all the spirits of wisdom have made all the impossible possible... at the end of time and space, have they become... us now? ”

Maybe…

The maid couldn't help but be surprised… this is an idea she never thought of.