Trafford’s Trading Club

“Not enough, not enough energy, I need more energy! How many times have I told you, this is a constant process! If that's all you have to offer, you must get a piece of junk that can't even be broken! ”

“Forget it, I'm not in the mood to waste my time here today! Hurry up and get me some toys and bring them to my room... and bring me another bitch hound, I want pure white! ”

The swollen body, like a worm, slowly walked out of the lab.

His name is Master Pryde, and he's the only one in the world who can use this strange power of [Constructing Alchemy], from life in different worlds —— but in essence, Master Pryde seems to be similar to humans.

At least, in this world, he's almost like a human being —— at least he gets hurt.

When Black Church found this Master Prade, he was seriously injured —— it was a month-high night, and Black Church found Master Prade on a hill.

At that time, he fell like a meteor, and there was even a wildfire in the mountains.

But even under that horrible shock, the master did not die - the Black Churchman, even with his own eyes, gradually regained his appearance as a human from a mess of muddy flesh.

Though the appearance is extremely ugly.

“Not enough energy? ”

In the lab, the core researchers of the Black Orchestra could not help but marvel at the moment - Master Prade may not know what this place is, but they do.

This is one of the most powerful nuclear plants in the world, the Black Order, following the wave of immigration a hundred years ago, and on this desolate continent, for just over a hundred years, and even reaching out to all areas of the country.

Don't look at the fact that more than 50% of the people in this country are followers of the Episcopal Church, where the influence of the Episcopal Church can even touch the country, but it is the Church that really influences the major decisions in this country.

The Episcopal Church does not even know that it is the Black Church's nest that has so many followers - because the Black Church has so many strongholds on the continent.

It's just that there are many strongholds on the continent, but not many cultivated elites… So even if the cultivated strongholds on the continent are destroyed by angels overnight, the black cult simply feels fear and is not in essence harmful to energy.

But after all, the angel has arrived, this is like the sword of Damocles hanging over your head, always reminding the cultivators that if you don't get the power to fight, you will face another hundred years, even hundreds of years of ambush...

The president of the Black Church meets almost every unreasonable requirement of Master Plead, simply because this Master Plead can prepare a century-old plan to move the Church directly to the final stage where results can be achieved!

Without the sudden appearance of this Master Prade, the Black Orchestra would still remain stubborn, slowly saving power, little by little pushing forward the century-old plan… the head of the Black Orchestra, asking himself the type of steady and steady, otherwise the Black Orchestra would not be able to grow to the present level.

But man... man, once you see the shortcut, you cannot resist the convenience of the shortcut at all.

It's a century-old plan, but according to the power of the Black Church, this century-old plan could be a two-hundred-year plan, a two-hundred and fifty year plan —— it's too long.

I'm afraid the president of the Black Order will not be able to see the day when the plan finally comes to fruition… All efforts will be turned into the sweetest fruit to be picked by the next president.

Perhaps the next chief, perhaps the next chief, who will use the power of this achievement to fight back against the Holy Church, eventually succeed, and then become a hero of the unprecedented in the history of the Black Church, whose greatest glory will prevail.

The incumbent General is reluctant to give the century-old effort to his later heirs selflessly… even now he does not know who will inherit his will in the future.

Doesn't matter, whoever it is in the future doesn't matter - what matters is that he has seen the hope of ending the centenary early!

Pryde's [Construct Alchemy]!

Surrounded by metal, in a technologically explosive room, looking at Master Prade's swollen and ugly back on the screen, an old man sitting in a wheelchair in the room couldn't help but close his eyes.

The elderly are unusually skinny, and the only brain that seems to be a little bigger than the average person is an old bald head.

His arm, like a dead branch, can even see the distribution of blood vessels - one of which is wrapped around a needle, next to a wheelchair, and a few bags of liquid for infusion.

“Chief, this Plaid is getting too demanding! How dare he hit the attention of the Dark Virgin this time!” A young man spoke with slight anger to the elderly.

“Send it to him.” The old man silenced for a moment and then promised without expression.

“Chief?!” Young people are a little excited.

“The so-called Dark Virgin," the old man said softly, "is just a product that has been cultivated for 20 years. We have a few more girls in this condition... send them to feed the fat pig's mouth. ”

“Chief, Pryde's greed is a bottomless abyss, and we can't keep up with his demands! ”

“I'm not dead yet.” The Chief suddenly glanced at the young man.

The young man's body impacted backwards in an instant, hitting hard against the metal wall… his body did not slide, but was crushed against the wall by an invisible force.

Young people only feel like blood all over their bodies has stopped flowing, and the air around them is drawn away… dying!

The power of terror suddenly disappeared, and the young man fell directly to the ground... his face grew white and he climbed up desperately, bowing his head, "I'm on my way...”

It was only after the youth left that the old man revealed a slight colour of pain… the blood vessels in his brain seemed to have life and were beating fast at this time.

It was scary, like a hundred bugs buried in his scalp.

After a while, the old man's abnormality gradually calmed down, he sighed weakly, his eyes flashed a hint of despair, muttering to himself: “No matter how strengthened, no matter how transformed, it can never match this powerful psychotic force... Why did you give me this unmatched spiritual power, but not give me the ability to bear its body...”

He had just finished saying that a bite of dark blood had been thrown directly out of his body.

The face of the elderly looks even weaker, like a spark about to extinguish.

“Your body is out of support.” In a room that was empty, there was suddenly a low voice, “all the methods have been tried, and I can already predict your imminent death. ”

The old man did not speak, but was silent, for a while, presumably ventilated a little, before he was powerless: “Before you told me that there was a new church on the South American continent. The Pope named Bucky can resurrect the dead...”

“I have secretly sent several waves of men, and the whole army has fallen. There seemed to be a very powerful force beside this Bucky, who was not expected to be able to catch him for a short time. ”

The old man was silent again before saying: "The mysterious East… the alchemy of a monk? ”

“Never step on the earth of Shenzhou...” That low voice sounded again, "Are you trying to bring the real dragon of Shenzhou down here and blow up your territory? ”

The old man closed his eyes slowly, seemingly remembering something, and after a long time appealed to him: “In those days, if I had enough credit, there would have been no way to suppress most of the opposition and the coalition would not have succeeded. If... if [they] are still there..."

“Maybe [they] are still there, but you can't find them.” The sound sounded again.

“[They] … [They] …” The old man shook his head, his eyes wandered away, he looked at the screen —— the hundreds of screens, almost supervising the black cultivation of everything that was important, important people, "Did God give me such a powerful power that ultimately only made my body unbearable and dying without doing anything? ”

“Perhaps there is another way.” The sound sounded again.

“What way?! ”

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had caught the final lifegrass, what he called the powerful power of psychotic powers, at a time when the whole room was filled with all the apparatus, the setting, and even the floor, all of a sudden shattered!

“I received information that the rebellious Ramias contacted us this time on his own initiative. ”

The voice was not affected by the old man's powerful psychotic powers, and the voice was not even wavering. "According to the last piece of the Nautilus, it seems that Father Straw, whom we were going to capture, even exceeded our ratings… If it was Prade, there might be a way to help you rehabilitate your body using Straw as a material to match your psychotic powers. ”

“Stella, even if she is stronger, is still only human. ”

The old man instantly seemed like a balloon for exhalation, “I've tried all the ways to strengthen my body... my body, once strong enough to resist a missile explosion, is still not enough. ”

“What if, on the basis of Stella, you add piercing the body of a male?” The sound smells crazy at the moment: “Even if you're crazy enough, you can use what you've been preparing for a hundred years as a material. ”

The old man sniffed, breathing quickly, breathing violently, making his cerebral cortex vibrate again, and the blood vessels of the scalp burst wildly as if at any moment.

“Really?! ”

“Who knows.” The voice is fading away, "it's just an idea… but why should we let our level of knowledge limit our imagination? You know, it all seems impossible, it doesn't appear, but it eventually materializes, and it starts with the unlimited imagination of human beings. Besides, your time is really running out, especially the outbreak you just had, which probably shortened your poor little life again. ”

“How long do I have?” The old man suddenly calmed down, like a dry corpse.

“In hours.” The sound slowed down: “You shouldn't be pushing the plan, hand in hand, reversing the sacred relic… it reduced you to at least six months of your life. Your psychic powers are a powerful variety of human beings, but unfortunately you don't have a body that can match them. God is fair. ”

As president of the Black Orchestra, how can you believe that?

The old man's face was horribly silent... his poor physical condition went a long way beyond his expectations - he even suspected that it was the owner of that voice who was deceiving him.

But the smell of death is getting stronger and stronger, and the elderly can really feel it clearly... even if it's not as bad in hours as it sounds, it's probably better than anywhere else.

Finally, after a long wait, the old man took a deep breath, like giving up and despairing: “Take Platt... take me with you, too... Britain. ”

“Wish you success, great chief. ”

That voice gradually went away and the old man's cough began to sound again, “Great... I will be great...”

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St. Andrews College, England… Teacher Apartment District.

Director Cesar stood behind Ramias shaking... and he had no interest in following Ramias' tempting body at the moment.

This guy still has the guts to contact old delegate Katrina directly, and... and still use his comms machine!

A man only feels afraid his career is over... he shouldn't be squatting alone in Ramias' apartment - how did he know this woman would be so crazy!

Negotiate?

No... Ramias's tone to Sir Katrina clearly shows that it is not a negotiation, but a naked pinch with no fear.

The director of the training really can't figure out what Ramias's bottom line is, facing the top of the cult - or, as the announcement says, Ramias' rebellion, or even the possibility of going to the Episcopal Church or something like that?

“If you want it back, come… or I will send it to the Holy Church. And, of course, you have prepared something for so many years…” Ramias put away the necklace in his hand, "although, on my level, there is no way to know everything about the whole plan, I think that the Episcopal Church would be happy to receive even a little bit of information. ”

Katrina's face was horribly dark on the transmitter, and Ramirez had brutally hammered the transmitter directly when she, far across the ocean, failed to even say a word.

“Okay.”

Ramias sat directly on the chair and watched with interest until middle-aged, some bald coaching director suddenly laughed: “Do I have class to attend today? ”

This woman is crazy... this is the only thought in the director's mind at the moment - this woman is in the mood to go to class after yelling at the cult?

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