Trafford’s Trading Club

[Non-human domain], in the territory of the Episcopal Church, in front of the monastery.

Hammare angels have a terrible, even slightly untrue feeling in their hearts… In fact, they will encounter powerful enemies in the sub-world, even potentially invincible ones, and as a cadre in the Legion of Heaven Exploration, it has not thought about it, even before it did.

But who are those?

Those are the original mighty creatures explored in the void! They are tough lives that have crossed the limits of the world, and the time to walk in dimensional crevices can no longer be counted! The strength of this kind of strong life is immense, and even some of them have reached the definition of [god].

But it's a human being, it's a human being!

How could heaven not have the means to explore mankind?

At this time, the fluctuation of the life of that man in the white suit is undoubtedly a human being… a thousand children of the world, one of the endless human beings!

But... what just happened?

It, the Hamalese angel, the powerful four-wing angel of the three of them, was directly captured by a human being, with no power to fight back!

No… this is a tough life disguised as a dimensional crevice for mankind!

In an instant, the Hamalese angel had cleared his mind and the shock had become worrying... I had no idea that it had only been a few days since it had arrived, and it had so quickly come across this type of crevice strong hidden in the subworld.

As for what this white suit man later said - about meditation training, the Hamalese angel didn't even listen to his heart... at a time when this frightened angel was rapidly figuring out how to escape from the hands of a dimensional cleavage strong man.

Heaven, in theory, does not belong to a dimensional crevice, but is connected to a crevice - the same as countless sub-worlds.

If you compare a sub-world, or a special space like heaven, to an island, then the cracks of the dimension are like the seawater that fills these islands… the cracks of the dimension are like chaotic oceans, filled with the [outside] of each special space.

As a result, in the course of a long river, the kingdom of an island in this [ocean] has embraced the formidable life of the original exploration in many of the cracks. In most cases, Heaven maintains friendly relations with these fierce beings - except in the case of dark creatures that are innate because of their compatibility with each other, outside the state of alert, where Heaven is theoretically neutral throughout the vast infinite seams of the dimension.

Hidden in the subworld, disguised as the tough life of mankind, at first it seemed that there really was no intention to kill the angel of Dennis —— just because the angel of Dennis was corrupt.

So, as one of the heavenly parties, you don't want to be without the opportunity to talk to the other.

At this time, the Hamale angel looked at the man in front of him as a powerful man in disguise as a human crevice, standing up and revealing his immensity, “I am the battalion leader of the Corps of Forwarders of the Heavenly Exploration Corps, the archangel, the 72nd median angel under Lord Michal, Hamale... I don't know where you come from? ”

The white suit man heard the words, frowned first, then contemplated... When the angel Hamaleh saw each other's silence, he knew at first glance that the name of heaven had probably given the other some apprehension. There was no rush in his mind at the moment, just waiting for the other to think carefully before making a final decision.

“Farrell.” The man in the white suit suddenly said, "My name. ”

Farrell?

Hamale's angel frowned subconsciously, and the name seemed to have been heard somewhere... and the colour of doubt flashed through his heart, and then the light flashed, and he remembered where he had heard it!

Not far from now… even the time of the day - it actually heard the name Farrell from within the Holy Church before entering the [inhuman realm]!

The fiercest and most powerful Mad Knight of all time, suppressed all the Holy Knights of the Holy Church with only one force! Farrell hadn't slaughtered his comrades yet, and even the Holy Knights of the Holy Church had to temporarily escape the twelve knights of the Round Table!

This man is Farrell... Isn't he the powerful man disguised as a human crevice?!

But Farrell obviously didn't have as many thoughts as this Hammare angel. He just suddenly glanced up and down and measured the angel. Cold asked: "Did you just say you were one of the 72 median angels under the archangel's throne? How many of these 72 median angels can you rank? ”

Hamale's angel opens his mouth... It is not sure where this person came from yet, and it is even more surprising to the other party's problems. At the same time, he worried about the other party's strength and frowned, discretionary: “The Seventy-second War will be angels, with little difference in power in theory, but if I really want to separate up, I should be able to occupy the forefront. ”

“The top ten are the top ten, the top twenty are the top twenty, the top thirty too!” Farrell, straight ahead. "How far ahead? ”

The anger that the Hamalese angel had just suppressed, suddenly there was another soaring trend. Faced with the other party's unreasonable strength, he had to make strategic concessions, quite a few words without reason: “The 72nd World War will have more than 60 angels than me, to say the least! Not to mention the three Incendiary Angels! As for Archangel Michal and others, if you do, you can suppress the will of the sub-world... Think for yourself! ”

Repression can be repressed, but it is not easy to do… Otherwise, the Corps of Explorers of Heaven would have pushed over a single world.

Most of the world that can be repressed is one in which civilization is not well developed and is still at a foolish stage - but the Hammarskjöld angels naturally do not weaken in the face of tough life outside of heaven.

“Is it really that powerful?” Farrell's eyes are glowing at this point, a fanatical colour that wants to swallow Hamalese angels directly.

This Hamalese angel suddenly felt a little bad for some reason, but the strength of heaven was unquestionable, and he snorted directly.

How dare Farrell be happy at the moment? "Good! Now that there are such mighty angels, let them all descend! Since you can come here, you must have more ways to come! ”

“What?!” Hamale's angel stared.

“I can't get out!” Farrell said at the moment, "I'm not going out either, so you have to call them in! There's demons here, you're angels, just go with me against them! ”

“The devil?” Hammare's angel was in shock, and his subconscious voice said: "Is there already a demon lurking here in hell? ”

“What demonic hell?” Farrell frowned: “I'm talking about them! They!”

“Who are they?” Hamale angel subconsciously frowned!

“They! That's them!” Farrell seemed quite confused at the moment, even raging in his eyes, and his face looked pale for a moment, "they insight into the hearts, and they came with infinite temptation! No one with desires can resist them! They're perforated, they're immortal! ”

“So who are you talking about?” Once the Hamalese angel bites his teeth, he is forced to vent his dissatisfaction at this point in time, in the danger of making the other person angry!

Who the hell are they?

“They!!” Farrell's madness grew, and he reached out and grabbed the collar of three of the angels, "they said! Do you know them? I mean them!! You know what I mean? They are horrible!! Clear?!”

The Hamalese angel tries to struggle but finds in horror that he cannot earn his way out of Farrell's hands... the power of this human being is so horrible!

But who are they?!!

--No wonder it's called the Mad Knight... this guy is a complete lunatic at first glance, his appearance seems calm, it's just a state of chaos, and once stimulated, he instantly goes mad?

This is painful for this Lord Hammare Angel, who suddenly finds himself communicating with this mad knight, most likely not on the same channel.

“I see.” Farrell releases his hands cold at this point, "and you're scared too... you're scared too, just like them - I'm so stupid, how can you, as angels, feel like you can resist them? I'm such an idiot, an angel so easily corrupted. I'm so stupid! ”

The Hamalese angel, who was able to escape, was in a gloomy shadow at this time - falling down, despising, that insult… In a short time, it had been angry with Farrell almost at all costs to disengage itself from the carrier of birth, risking being deported by the world will of this quantum world, and to use its true power to purify this mad knight!

Right now.

Not far away, the shadow approached rapidly, and it was certainly the priests of the Holy Church's Holy Knights' Camp and the Padres who arrived in a hurry under the last angel.

“Is this… Farrell!? ”

Unlike the information delayed by the arrival of angels on this sub-world, a hub in the Episcopal Church, Red, recognized the identity of Farrell almost immediately.

How can it not be documented about the Mad Knight Farrell, as a super ancient and extraordinary organization in this world, and a giant, unhealed holy church above the continent of Europe?

Despite the time of Farrell, a hundred years ago - and the fact that Farrell has been held in Britain, unknown for his life or his death - the news of Farrell's escape came out some time ago, and the Episcopal Church naturally turned these hundred-year-old files over for the first time.

Since the hub's red coat shouted Farrell's name, Neston, on the side of the Episcopal Church, has been caught up in a lot of commotion - especially the Holy Knights of the Holy Knights' Camp.

The Holy Knights, few of them of the same age as the Mad Knight Farrell… For these new-generation Holy Knights, many consider the name of the most heinous Mad Knight of all time to be just words - the Episcopal Church has made tremendous progress compared to a hundred years ago!

While modern science is flourishing, the Holy Church has improved greatly, both in the training of the Holy Knights and in the training of the clergy, who ask themselves that they possess better skills, more scientific means of exercise, and more powerful powers than their predecessors a hundred years ago!

“Hmm, is that what you call a mad knight? I'll see if it's as powerful as the legend says.” A young saint snorted at the moment.

They arrived in a hurry, led by an angel, and did not see Farrell slaughter the angel of Dennis, nor did they know which of the mightier angels of Hamaleh had already suffered.

When the Hamalese angel frowned and was about to drink back from this proud guy, he just felt like a figure had passed by him... Farrell!

The Hamalese angel suddenly caught a shock and got cold... it hasn't felt this fear in a long time, but in a short time, it's the second time!

In that moment, Farrell had already stood at the door of the provocative young saint - Farrell did not do it, but looked directly into each other's eyes.

Seeing the young saint's gaze lagged, but then between breaths, the young saint screamed, and the whole man sounded like crazy scared... he fell into paralysis!

Crash!

At this moment, the young saint is a completely broken mind, paralyzed to the ground, like a cripple, shaking his head...

“The will is not firm, it fails!” Farrell shook his head, then swept all around him, coldly: “Next! ”

At one glance, the will of the young holy knight collapsed and fell to the ground. It seemed to me that if he could not get out of this shadow, the young holy knight's life would have come to an end… Such a horrible look made the knights of the Holy Church and the priests feel a great horror.

Next?

A second later, Farrell stood like this, but everyone… and even the Hamalese angel, and the last of the two wings, came down to the angel, at a time when his scalp was numb and he even heard his powerful, rapidly beating heartbeat.

But the inactivity of these saints and priests does not mean that the activist Farrell does not move - he walks past them one by one in front of the saints.

“The foundation is too bad! No!”

“Will is fine! Not enough potential! Failed!! ”

“Get out!”

“Have you ever killed anyone!? Coward, no! ”

“Can this also be called the Holy Knight? The Holy Knight, one finger can crush you! Go back and rebuild! ”

“You too! ”

He walked one by one, every word, a holy knight instantly collapsed... It was only a few minutes of kung fu, this time the holy knights gathered by the Holy Church had been paralyzed to the ground... Of all the holy knights, only one old saint stood reluctantly at the moment, but only [to the full of potential] was judged...

“It's over, it's over...”

The hub red watches this group of saints completely paralyzed at the moment… this is almost two-thirds of the number of saint camps that the Episcopal Church spends countless resources cultivating today!

But the pride of these holy churches, by this time the will has collapsed... is gone!

It was easy to take a task and plan to earn some merit, so that after the Pope's departure, he could increase the number of competitive capital hub red clothes. At this time, his eyes were almost black and he could not breathe.

Until Farrell had finished looking at all the saints here and then turned his attention to the priests in the priesthood, the hub's red coat finally failed to withstand this heavy pressure and passed out.

Putong... down.

The sound was very light, but he turned Farrell back... he looked casually and then chilled, "Fucking wood! Is it true that the Episcopal Church is returning to life? ”

Wow...!

In the priesthood team, a younger girl, unable to bear the horror in front of her, suddenly fell to the ground and cried out.

Farrell didn't even look at it, he crossed the girl and walked right into front of a clergyman... who fainted instantly.

At this moment, the mad knight, the color of the killing in his eyes is getting stronger and more intense, and the horrible killing machine is spreading, but at this moment, it seems that there is something directly pressed from above the height, like a low pressure sinking, it is actually this horrible killing machine, hard life pressing three points.

The light just flashed and a man and a woman appeared halfway across the sky... men dressed in white robes with super long wands, and as for the woman, she hid behind the man in awkwardness.

“Farrell, it's been a long time... but like you, can you really discover talent by surprise? After this, the Episcopal Church is afraid it will not be desperate for you. ”

Farrell frowned and raised his head, not angry, unhappy, “Master Glory! ”