Trafford’s Trading Club

When a huge fireball burning high enough to hit suddenly from above the sky and let the earth burst, Ramias thought that it was no longer the real or fictional thing in front of her, not even what Boss Lo wanted her to do.

What she should think about is how she should save her life.

Because of this horrible fireball, it's just an appetizer on the table, and the real meal is still behind us.

Hundreds of giant fireballs, like meteor showers, are hitting the earth wildly… The many warriors, monsters, killed on the earth, have been killed and injured in this terrible fireball attack.

Divine War!

Face to face the heat waves, the sounds of the golden iron horses that make your soul tremble, and the roar of the gods who have mastered the power of the heavens and the earth... Ramias looks pale, turns around, pulls his legs and runs.

This is probably the fastest punch she's ever recorded.

She felt all the potential in her body, and at this point she had been suppressed to no avail... a body of ordinary human beings like her, born on an uneven wasteland, running within 100 meters and nine meters.

An ultra-high load that makes Ramias' heart feel like an engine about to explode... her consciousness is almost blank and she feels unprecedented fear of danger at that time.

There is no free lunch in the world.

The owner of the estate can shelter himself at no cost, even knowing that he brings the black cult, doesn't care at all... just asking himself to do one thing.

But this thing, obviously, will kill her every minute!

Under such a horrible battlefield, let alone finish what Boss Lo told you - saving your life is already a hell of a lot harder!

After all, she failed to beat the giant fireballs that fell from the sky - when a big fireball struck behind her and then burst, and the giant waves blew her body straight into the sky and then threw her into a trench in the distance, where Ramias' consciousness had been shut down directly by shock and shock.

On the ground, the dog climbed... and passed out.

She lost consciousness and pressed her body against the body of a Cyclops in a trench… but this protracted war of terror did not end because of her coma.

What to do here, what to do… boiling water, obviously not changed by a drop of falling sea water.

The sky is still burning.

“This war will last forever! Victory will belong to our gods! Hades! Your conspiracy will eventually crush! ”

That magnificent, majestic voice, once again sounding above the sky, accompanied by lightning thunder, is the heavenly power of Gestapo.

And the darkness at the end of the earth sends a cold, faint voice, "Then fight to the last moment… Zeus. ”

The earth suddenly began to burn.

……

“Come on, there are wounded, I need food, fresh water, and more importantly, hemostatic drugs! ”

“Warrior, wake up, your life is not over. For the glory of the gods and the survival of mankind, I command you to stand on the earth again, even with only one leg left! ”

“Help me... help me... help me...”

The shadow was like a shadow, her eyes slightly opened, and at this moment she saw a heavy shadow sweep over... Ramias felt only the buzzing sound coming from her ears, a nausea and dizziness, giving her an impulse to want to vomit.

She struggled to support herself, but found herself in a bare shack, with her, and a dozen seriously wounded soldiers… several of whom were female soldiers, whose eye-catching wounds gave Ramias the urge to close her eyes again, hoping to wake herself up in her dreams.

And there are at least fifty or sixty of these shanty shacks like the one she's in… the sky is gray and thin enough to hear the sounds of fighting from afar.

Ramias knew that he was still not separated from the battlefield of the dreaded gods - this was probably a wounded camp on the rear of one side, just not knowing which side he belonged to.

Hades? War of the gods... Zeus?

For a moment, the voices heard before the coma sounded again in Ramias' brain, making her headache crack when she woke up - the names, and the stories behind them, were dug out of her past memories.

The myths of the ancient Greek divine kingdom that exist in this world, and even a large number of scholars specializing in these myths - the Black Church - have always been committed to overthrowing the Holy Church, and have therefore spared no effort to find available power from all myths.

“But… there has never been a record in this world of normal prodigal warfare.” Ramias rubbed his swollen head and said to himself: “Even the official story of the Lord of the Sky's demise and even death has never appeared. I have no idea what the final course of this war will be...”

“If it wasn't for his use of magic such as fantasy, he really sent me back to him in the distant past of this divine war..." Ramias suddenly struck a spirit at this moment, "Is he God... or man? ”

Sending a person back to the past is something that is completely beyond conventional comprehension.

Don't say that Ramias is just a human being, even a master among magicians, even the strongest of the sacred churches… I'm afraid those powerful non-people that Ramias can recognize will not understand.

Hope you can help me find someone.

At the bottom of her heart, there was a sudden voice of Rocchu… Lamierce's original chaotic spirit suddenly became clear as if it had been combed - the information she had received as she crossed time and came to this battlefield of the gods.

“As long as I can find that man, I can go back to where I was! ”

She stood up!

“What is this place? ”

After learning of a way to return, Ramias quickly grabbed a woman soldier who had just woken up hurriedly after breaking her arm and bleeding from the wound.

The female warrior endured pain, and she subconsciously said, "This is the camp wounded site of hero Perseus. Don't you know that? Why are you dressed differently than us... are you from Pluto camp?! ”

“Perseus? The constellation of the Imperial Immortal? So this should be the formation of the Olympus Gods?” Lamierce's lips fluttered slightly, judging her current situation at the fastest possible speed, and striking the female soldier into a coma again before the female soldier was about to scream.

She stripped the female soldier of her armor and put it on herself, while applying blood from the wound to her fingers and rubbing it on her bare skin.

After picking up a broken sword from the ground and a bumpy shield, Ramias lowered her head and rushed out of the wounded camp.

She had nothing on her this time through time - even the reversal relics she had been carrying were no longer on her.

The reversal of the sacred relic must not have been lost during her coma, but was never brought back - Ramias had examined herself the first moment she arrived here.

That is, at this time, she, in order to fulfill one of Boss Lo's requirements, is completely open on a whiteboard... almost didn't land in a box!

“But how can I find that man? ”

Ramias, who has left the wounded camp and intends to retreat to the rear of the battlefield for some time, cannot help but wonder.

And just then, a heavy hand slapped on Ramias' shoulder, and he said, "Where are you going? This is not the way to the battlefield! ”

A bloodstained warrior.

Ramias turned around and looked at the man's head, nearly two meters tall, and the bloodstained horror armor on him, and the colour of the battle that killed his face, and instantly gave up the idea of passing the sword.

“You want to run away? Woman!” The battle will bow its head and blink in its eyes.

Ramias shook his head softly, "Even on the battlefield, can't a woman be allowed to solve some physiological problems? ”

The battle will snort cold and slap Ramias in the face without saying a word, which will directly fan Ramias out.

She glanced at Venus, spit blood in her mouth, lay on the ground, struggled several times before climbing up, but her hair instantly let the battle catch her and then brutally pulled forward.

What do you want to do? Let go of me! Let go of me! ”

“Quiet, woman!!” The battle will now turn back and punch Ramias in the stomach!

Abdominal boxing is very powerful, Ramias only feels that her guts are all mixed up, her body goes straight down, but the battle will still pull her hair, just like this dragging her...

……

……

This world.

Huge columns of light emitted from the centre of the town, brilliant enough to render large tracts of suburban land outside the city… In the estate, Boss Lo also stood on the terrace of Ramirez's room and watched silently the columns of light born in front of him.

In his hand, he was carrying a necklace that reversed the relic… the chain fell directly to the ground after Ramias disappeared.

“Looks like we can't drill the void.” Lochu whispered to himself.

Imagine how difficult it would be for Ramias, who had no power, to be in that place —— what he wanted Ramias to be able to do, technically, would be a miracle.

“Master? ”

Behind you is the maid's voice.

The maid walked slowly at this point and looked at Lamierce's room with confusion - just moments ago, Boss Lo left directly in front of her and seemed a little anxious.

“Where's Ramias?” Unight asked softly at this time.

Boss Lo thought about it: “I asked her to do something for me… as a reward for sheltering her. ”

The maid glanced again at the reversal relic in her master's possession and suddenly said, "How difficult is that..."

Boss Lo shook his head and then thought, "When she gets back, I'll make some adjustments to her asylum depending on whether she's finished or not. ”

The maid nodded.

"If she meets my expectations, help her solve the trouble of the Black Fiction once and for all," said Boss Lo. ”

“Okay.” The maid nodded.

Resolving Black Fiction will not be difficult for the maid, it is only the extent to which the so-called [thoroughness] in Mr. Lo's mouth is something that the maid will give thought to.

Lo Qiu suddenly smiled and reached out her hand, the maid would like to go forward and naturally put her palm in the master's palm.

Lochu looked at the light column in front and said, "I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight. Go for a walk. ”

……

……

At sea, in the control room of a giant submarine, it's dead and quiet —— next to the beach highway, that big, falling figure, right there on the screen of the control room.

Captain Justin's eyes flashed with anger and fear, feeling only a chill rushing into his brain.

Three powerful Black Order regiments died silently… those people didn't even return a word of what had happened.

The images on the screen were even captured by the scout discharged by the submarine.

“What happened in the end? ”

Captain Justin was powerlessly paralyzed on his chair - the communication device he was wearing in his ear - and was actually in constant communication with the head of the Black Order.

Only at this point can Captain Justin only hear the elderly chief, who is breathing heavier and heavier - the chief's silence, making Captain Justin feel like a needle felt at this point.

Until, at the top of the screen, a giant column of light appeared, and the bright light instantly filled the control room with everything, reflected in the face of everyone's crew, Captain Justin struck a spiritual, couldn't help but say, "Chief, are we now? ”

At this moment, the image suddenly switched, and on top of the screen, there appeared Master Prade's creepy ugly face.

Captain Justin looked at this increasingly disgusting ugly face in a complex mood, his eyebrows twisted directly.

But before he could speak, Master Prade suddenly had a fanatical look in his eyes and said with excitement, "I found it! Enough to start the last source of refined energy! See, that light column! It's wonderful, I can feel the enormous amount of energy it emits! If I'm not mistaken, it should gather a lot of souls and visions of the power of life! Take it! Take it! Make sure you take it! ”

“We can't even get close!” Captain Justin is furious at the moment: "But whoever comes close, dies instantly! ”

“That's your business! I just want it!” Master Prade snorted at the moment and shut down the comms directly.

“Damn it!” Captain Justin suddenly smashed the electronic dashboard around the armrest.

“Justin…” At this point, the silent president of the Order finally spoke, "Start the warriors of Warehouse 01. ”

Captain Justin stunned and subconsciously said: "But… we don't have enough men to manipulate it now. ”

“It doesn't matter,” the director said slowly, "this time I will personally manipulate the soldiers… I will manipulate them more closely than many others. Do as I say. ”

“Understood…” Captain Justin bit his teeth and quickly reached out and pressed a button on the control panel in front of the position.

Deep in the submarine, in a hidden, dark warehouse, hundreds of unseen green lights lit up instantly… like a pair of ice-green eyes, staring.

……

“Such a rich breath of life and the power of the soul...”

Master Platt was standing on the deck after the submarine had surfaced, looking at the light columns in the distant town, his face showing a surprise, and smiling softly: "With it, I should be able to recover a lot... this is a good thing! ”

But at this point, a man's voice slowly sprang, scaring out Master Prade's heart almost.

“Are you the one who brought [Structured Alchemy] to Heavenly Visitors? ”

Master Prade suddenly turned the swollen body behind him and somehow a pair of men and women had arrived.

They, hand in hand.

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PS: Late, had a little wine for dinner, then fell asleep, woke up almost 10: 30, still under the bed, hmm...