Trafford’s Trading Club

The pedestrian didn't make any screaming noises, just fell one by one, then stopped breathing and died.

My heart was shocked, but Mai Lada, who had not lost color, looked at the past one by one, and could not help but wonder after walking a dozen meters and looking at three bodies: “Is it a curse? ”

He couldn't see the fatal wounds from these townsfolk, and could only infer that some [non-human] person had struck mentally - but in fact, even if he had struck mentally, the human body should have retained a short amount of activity.

But these people lost all their life momentarily.

Teacher Pudding looked up at the sky at this moment and remained silent.

“What are you looking at?” Mai Lada's heart trembles and feels herself at this moment, afraid of missing something because of the power blockade.

“You can see now.” Instead, Teacher Pudding stretched out her hand and dotted it in front of Mai Lada's forehead.

See... see?

His eyes suddenly concentrated and looked, only under the night, a little slight light, at this time slowly flowing into the air... the slight light is like a fireworks, it is a beautiful scene, but at the same time it is frightening.

Because of these fluorescences, human beings are the souls after death… may become spirits, may become ghosts, and occasionally powerful ghosts, evil spirits - mainly based on the environmental conditions of the time.

But obviously, these souls have not become anything but their original state.

Mai Radaton suddenly took a breath of cool air and suddenly reacted to what Teacher Pudding said about the end of time in this town!

Who… or what power, is harvesting all life in this town!

“[Pluto]! ”

In an instant, the answer appears in Mai Lada's heart, [Pluto] appears, only [Pluto] can bring death!

“I found it! I finally found it!” The moment of ecstasy swept Mai Lada's bitterness away, and he laughed, looking in the direction of the gathering of the dead - [Pluto], surely at the end of the gathering of the dead.

“You better not leave me too far.” But at this point, Teacher Pudding's words are like a pot of cold water, making Mai Lada feel like a breath of very low cold air, "you'll be like them too far away from me. ”

Mai Lada, who had just taken a step, was stiff for a moment, lifted his feet, paused in a raw way, he instinctively shook a cold tremor, and looked back in disgrace and asked: “What do you mean? ”

“You'll die.” Teacher Pudding's answer was unusually simple and... crude.

“Are you going? You're gonna be there, aren't you? Where these dead souls go.” Mai Lada looked at Prince so eagerly at this moment and said, “It's as if I heard [Pluto] calling, it's calling me! ”

Instead, Teacher Pudding said, "No, you're just overexcited, so there's a hallucination, and it doesn't call anybody... wake up, don't dream. ”

“I don't believe it!” Mai Lada's eyes seemed flaming.

“Then take five steps forward.” Teacher Pudding thought about it: "Five steps away is no longer a safe range. I've reminded you that your life is in your hands. ”

Mai Lada walked four and a half steps in a row, and in the last half, he was sweating cold, seemingly unable to go on in any way… he even felt despair.

Weakness, fear, in response to the outbreak of negative emotions, recalling the experience of these days, the pride of the past instantly broke, the only remaining bit of self-esteem was trampled by total life, “I am nothing but garbage!! ”

He bit his teeth and eventually took the last half step… close his eyes, even when he was really dying at this moment, he was fearless - he felt his soul as if it had been sublimated and he just felt relaxed.

But he didn't die, as Teacher Pudding said… he was still standing and everything was unchanged.

“I'm not dead! I'm not dead...” Mai Lada lost consciousness for a while now, followed by ecstasy, “hahahaha! I'm not dead! See, [Pluto] didn't harvest my life! It must have sensed the blood of the gods in me! I will be its children! God... will not slaughter his own people! ”

“No, it's just me behind you.” Teacher Pudding's voice came from behind Mai Lada without hesitation.

Mai Lada broke down and looked at the five steps ahead and suddenly lost the courage to walk again.

But Teacher Pudding walked forward, and Mai Lada beat a spiritual and quickly followed in his footsteps, "Where are you going? ”

“Go see what happened.” Teacher Pudding said softly, "Also, I want to see what the Pluto really looks like… if there is one, maybe it can answer some of the questions I've been asking. ”

Mai Lada didn't speak, as long as Teacher Pudding would go, it seemed good... he lost his power as a [non-human] but was absolutely certain that [Pluto] was there!

At this point, more and more townspeople in the town have fallen… not just to the heart of the town, but to the periphery.

Those who float slowly to the night sky, and are attracted by what, gather souls in the same position, and gradually become more.

It's like a lot of wetlands, and then it's midsummer night.

……

……

Deep sea.

There are countless shipping routes, above or below sea level - even mysterious areas far more secretive than land.

Huge shadows, traveling beneath the ocean floor… beneath the dark ocean floor, this huge thing is constantly flashing with some different slight light.

A huge one.

“Report that the remains of the Nautilus have been discovered and are being explored! ”

Justin, another giant submarine captain of the Black Order, was one of the neocracy's masters, and as his subordinates debriefed, Justin was pondering the intentions of General Order's trip.

He was somewhat confused… because this time almost 80% of the power of the Black Church headquarters - that is, almost all of the power of the Black Church in this submarine sailing in the deep sea.

All that is left is some field staff and no access to core ordinary members… only to allow headquarters to operate at a minimum.

What would the chief executive give such an order?

Not only that, but even Master Prade took it directly with him… and even something like the Centennial Plan, and moved it directly into the submarine.

It is also fortunate that this submarine is not the product of civilization on land, otherwise there is no way to prepare for everything in such a short time.

At this point, his subordinates' debriefing interrupted Captain Justin's thinking… If he sailed this time, he would be able to give instructions immediately, but the head of the Black Order was here.

Captain Justin had to connect directly to the Chief's correspondence asking about the Nautilus, but the answer was...

- There is no need to waste time on a silent Nautilus and land as soon as possible!

The absolute tone, as if the Nautilus were nothing more than a tiny, broken wooden boat - the Nautilus, the most powerful submarine ever repaired in black, and even today, many of its functions are still so powerful!

But the Commander-in-Chief cannot disobey… This is a belief that comes from inside Justin.

Don't look at how fierce the clandestine struggle between the two factions is, as long as it's the Commander's orders, it can't be broken.

The top core of the Black Church, every body, has a spiritual hint from the chief - these core high-ranking people, acting like puppets, under the influence of that enormous psychotic force of the chief of the Black Church.

The old neocracy fought over Master Prade's problems, and that was just a silent relationship between the chief - at a time when the chief ordered the black cult to use the vast majority of its power in the shortest possible time, so to speak, to lean out.

Unlike the Episcopal Church, the Root Cross, the Black Church, is an entirely human cult... the cult of that extraordinarily gifted chief.

“Find the right landing spot as soon as possible! ”

Captain Justin gave a direct order at this point —— and at the same time, a guy with a terrible headache appeared right in front of Captain Justin.

Above the screen, it turns out that Master Prade's unusually ugly face… Not only that, but some of the sights in the room also appeared in front of Captain Justin in sync.

Captain Justin still had the urge to suddenly twitch his eyebrows when he looked at the girl's half-sided kettle body, although it was just some images at the corners.

“Not enough toys, bring some more. ”

Master Prade simply said this and shut down the comms… the control room, all his subordinates looked at the captain.

Captain Justin sighed slowly at this moment and was somewhat powerless to let himself down. He looked at his subordinates' angry eyes and finally sighed and waved: “This time… send some more. For the sake of future jihad and the rise, some sacrifices must be made. ”

In the control room, there was a sudden and extremely repressive silence.

Why do you keep meeting Prade's demands?

Isn't it better to just control him and torture him?

How could Captain Justin not understand the thoughts of these youngsters —— what these youngsters just don't know is that this Master Prade, he can't kill, he can't even control.

He can refine his body into something else, thus breaking away from the blockade of everything… the so-called junction is also directly refined by him into ions that are free in the air.

As for human thermal weapons, in the eyes of Master Prade, they are nothing but scrap iron.

More importantly, if you fail to kill him, he will kill you - not so much the Black Church who has the power to cooperate with him by meeting the demands of Master Prade, but the Church who loves him so much that he can get his hands on him.

Relations between the two sides have been unbalanced from the outset.

……

Turn off the comms and in the luxury room - where Prade still insists on a comfortable environment even if he moves to the bottom of the ocean - which was originally the head of the Black Orchestra, he has come by now.

“A bunch of slaves.” Master Prade sneered, "You've already missed your chance to control me. ”

The time to control him was only at the beginning - when he fell into this small world, almost completely lost his power, which had been suppressed by this small world, even when ordinary people could kill him.

Now, after a period of cultivation, he has parsed some of the world will of the subworld and written some rules from his native subworld so that the ability to [construct alchemy] can be used, the black cultivation is no longer in his eyes.

The reason why I've been staying is because I need some servants in this sub-world, and I'm also very interested in what the Black Church is like to live in.

The Demon King of Alchemy, the man who ruled the world with despair… this was Pryde's life before he left the original world.

He could have continued to play with the whole world, but after his power had reached its peak, he was sadly planning to turn the will of the world into his own, and eventually become the instrument of the will of the world to destroy civilization.

But Prade is indeed a sad and sick man who, at the time of the demise of civilization, did not hesitate to launch the vast majority of the empire's alchemists, refined with the power of hundreds of millions of lives into a deionized world… and even refined his body into a void by storing [the stone of the wise] capable of constructing rules.

Once he has succeeded, his success will be the charcoal of the whole empire.

“The power is far from recovering.” Master Prade is enjoying a * * humble service at this time, thinking about something.

He fought his enemies in the crevices, and finally, because of a horrible fluctuation that disrupted space, he failed to fall into the midst of the immense chaos and abundance of subworlds of the divine faith… Prade believed that he could survive, as could his enemies.

Otherwise, he would have blown each other up in the void.

So, to protect his enemies, he was hiding in that corner of the world, developing in the dark and accumulating power.

“You hurt me! ”

All of a sudden, Master Plead snorted and waved his fist straight, and before he could speak, his neck had been broken directly by Plead.

He likes the feeling of slaughtering young girls… especially this beautiful, myriad of goddess women, the feeling of slaughtering makes him even more enthralled.

The girl broke her neck and was thrown away by Pryde... his eyes swept away, and the other girl hiding in the corner, Cersei crawled over shaking.

But at this moment, the screen in the luxury room suddenly opened, appearing in front of Master Prade, with a wrinkled, unusually old face.

“Prade, you didn't. ”

The elderly are… the president of the Black Order.

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PS1: There's a patch tonight, later... try before 12: 30.

PS2: Another seedling that needs to be irrigated with the liquid of love to grow up [Player Super Justice], author [Don't Pray Ten Strings].