Trafford’s Trading Club

Mr. Gareth came here this time, mainly because of the Black Fiction's strange death in the town.

The Black Church is underground in a dark world with terrible energy and extraordinary technology… Just look at some of the techniques of the Black Church that made [Dragon Riding Armor] and you can see some of these.

To be perfectly clear, Mr. Gareth is here to acquire the skills of the Black Church.

The town not only has a large number of black cult fighters, but even a large number of ultimate fighters... The bodies of those black cult fighters, through research, can uncover many black cult secrets, as for those ultimate fighters, if the cultivation can be used again...

Rather than this beach has become the tomb of the Black Monastery, this beach has become [an extraordinary treasure]!

“I'll stay here for a few days and sort everything out over here.” Mr. Gareth pulls Dagonit out of the tent, "those giant Ultimate Warriors will be dispatched for the time being, and you have to keep an eye on these bodies here. This cannot be hidden, and I suspect that there will surely be people secretly fighting for the legacy of these black cults. ”

“Looks like the holidays are a long way off.” Dagonit shook his head in agony.

Mr. Gareth simply pretended not to have heard, “The extraordinary events in Britain have been happening for a long time, and the knighthood institutions everywhere cannot afford to be vacant. Of the twelve knights, you are the only one who is idle! ”

“My life is bitter.” Mr. Joker continues to be bitter: “How many years have I been undercover? ”

Once again, Mr. Gareth pretended not to have heard, then frowned and asked, "Where is the Holy Knight of the Holy Church now? Remember how many cavalier cadets he seemed to have? ”

Dagonit thought: “After the accident, Vasco seemed to have left with someone and was in a bit of a hurry... He probably knew a lot about it, but I couldn't stop him... Stra was still there, but trying to pry his mouth open was difficult, I'm afraid. ”

Saying here, Dagonite's face suddenly became a little unnatural.

“Have you talked to Stella since?” Mr. Gareth asked coldly.

Dagonit shook his head with no expression: "No. ”

“I'll see him.” Mr. Gareth thought about it and said, "You stay here and watch the scene... don't make any more mess! Now the world is like a powder keg, maybe it'll blow right up! ”

“Good luck.” Dagonit said positively.

……

“Get out of my way and lay these faithful women here! See, their faces are wandering and scared! They need my comfort now! ”

In front of the church door, Mr. Gareth, who came empty-handed, was pointing at Father Stra and spraying his saliva.

“Mr. Stella, please cooperate with our work.” Mr. Gareth has always had a good temper, and at this point he says patiently: “I am sure that even the Episcopal Church will agree that you will cooperate with our investigation. ”

“I said get lost! Aren't you bored? You just got here yesterday!” Father Stra hummed.

“Yesterday?” Mr. Gareth frowned, "you said, Dagonette? He came to you yesterday? ”

Father Strasse said with disdain, "I'm too lazy to know what that guy's name is! That idiot came to me yesterday to pretend he was forced, I punched him a few times and then climbed away, do you want to try it too? ”

Father Stra said to himself, “I'm telling you, I was scared when my fist came up! ”

Mr. Gareth had a really good idea of trying this priest... but associating himself with the fact that Dagonit lied to him, he knew he must have been fooled by Dagonit.

In Dagonit's harsh character, I'm afraid it must be a loss to conclude that you're really going to do it.

“Father.” Mr. Gareth has given me a card at this time, "it has my phone number on it, if you can think of anything, feel free to call me... Our knighthood is truly sincere in working with you. ”

“Fuck off!” The priest waved in disgust.

Nor do I know how the Episcopal Church treats Stra… Currently the whole world and everything [non-human] is in a rather delicate state, Gareth does not intend to act recklessly and leaves with his subordinates after a single accusation.

“Lada! Rada, close the door!” Father Stra rubbed the card at this time and threw it on the ground at will. "No one but the female believers should put it in today! Otherwise, I'll let Tong bite... radar? Lada?! ”

The priest scolded him again and found that only Tong was squatting at his feet.

Every cat stared at each other for a moment.

The priest just slapped himself on the forehead... Rada hasn't been seen in days and hasn't returned at all.

“Shit, depending on the situation, my free labor will never come back! ”

Father's heart hurts.

……

……

[Non-human field]

As soon as the white light fell, Mai Lada appealed for a long time and suddenly knelt on the ground, holding up the dirt on the ground with his hands and sending it to his nose, sniffing it hard.

Finally... Mai Lada is back in his heart.

He tore his clothes off the wall - but he hasn't seen Mr. Pudding since.

Pluto... Teacher Pudding, all gone, Mai Lada wandered between, but found the power of his disappeared Soth god, recovered.

Re-establishing his power, Mai Lada had a feeling that it was too dangerous to say… instead, he escaped town without thinking and found a private coordinates nearby leading to [the inhuman realm].

This was taken from a stray magician… In short, Mai Lada succeeded in returning to [the inhuman realm].

My heart sighed for a moment and Mai Lada searched for his way back to the nest of the Soth... he was anxious to report what was happening in this world to the Dark Lord.

Hopefully this mission will not fail to affect the old Dark Lord's assessment of himself.

It took him only half a day to return to the nest of the Sothes... The people looked at him and seemed to have implicitly guessed the senior cadre of the god, who seemed to have suffered a lot, but did not ask too much.

“What happened, why do people look so depressed?” Mai Lada asked.

A fellow citizen came forward and sighed: "[Sorcerer's Association] has been beating hard lately, my people scattered across all regions have been pulled out. In this time, hundreds of people have already been captured by [Sorcerer's Association] people... I think it's because a few times before, we attacked [Sorcerer's Association] people in search of [Pluto's] clues... Right, is it the task of God to come back this time? ”

“I'm going to see God now!” Mai Lada didn't say much... he said something embarrassing and then no one in the family would give him any more face.

When put in red, he Mai Lada just say [give me a face], the people will give him a face... face can really solve a lot of things.

Imagine Mai Lada hastily entering the cave where the Divine Lord is.

Ordinary people are not allowed to enter, disturbing the sleep of the Divine Lord. Only senior cadres of the chosen and qualified Soviet gods can receive this glory in the face of the Divine Lord.

With the torch, Mai Lada marched all the way and eventually stopped in front of a huge blue and black stone wall... dark in the hole.

Mai Lada sighed, then crossed his hands to his chest, knelt on the ground, and finally bent down deeply, lowering his head towards the ground.

“The Great Dark Lord, your most faithful believer, Mai Lada, is back… I have brought back some news about [Pluto]. ”

The blue and black stone walls deep in the cave suddenly gave rise to a bright light... seemed to be one of the stone walls, a blurry light shadow, very small... then the light shadow suddenly rose, since the whole stone wall was filled with more luminosity.

Mai Lada heard a call as if from the depths of his soul, low, indifferent… there seemed to be a slight impatience.

“What news? ”

Fearing to conceal it, Mai Lada, from the moment he entered this world with his people, continued to say that he had been temporarily deprived of his power by a powerful old magician among mankind.

But while he was about to continue, he couldn't help but hear the furious voice of the Dark God blowing in his ear.

“You're a piece of shit! ”

Mai Radaton was sweating cold, his forehead completely on the ground, and he shouted: "Great Lord of Darkness, please… give me a chance to explain this experience before punishing me… I did see the legendary [Pluto], and it seems that there is more than one [Pluto]. ”

“What?” The light shadow in the stone wall made a strange sound at this point, twirling: “Well, I give you the right to go on... Mai Lada, remember, you can't have half the hiding. ”

“Well, after I lost my power, by chance, I was temporarily living in a church.” Mai Lada carefully said: “Another insane priest in this church, called Stra, is unjustifiably powerful. I have seen him beat down the Angel of the Holy Church with ease...”

“What did you say?!! Say it again? You said... you said, who did you meet? The priest? What's your name again? ”

Mai Lada's voice stopped and looked at the stone wall stunned… Just now, the voice of the Dark God suddenly became excited… unprecedented excitement.

“Say it again!!!! ”

Mai Lada's heart shook dramatically, and he hastily said: "Father Stra! ”

“Stella? Stella?” The light in the stone wall swings wildly at this moment, "is it really Stra? So, have I... have I? Me?!”

“Lord of God?” Mai Lada looked stunned at the excited Dark God at this moment, and then his face showed terror and ecstasy, "the stone wall cracked! God is finally breaking the seal... is the glory of the Soth god finally coming back?! ”

Divine ecstasy, inner ecstasy, when Mai Lada even stood up excited!

He clearly saw a crack on the stone wall at this time… the crack suddenly appeared and the crack was even prolonged.

Click... click... click...

Finally, a whole giant stone wall, now filled with cracks!

“Finally...”

Mai Lada heard the sighing voice of the Dark God from the depths of the stone wall, and then a horrible force leaked out of the cracks in the broken stone wall!

But between breaths, Mai Lada lets this powerful power leak out and faint directly into the past.

Boo--!

The stone wall finally couldn't resist the pressure from the inside, when it blew up directly... deep into the cave, when it swayed wildly, a shadow, falling from the rock, dust, and slowly walked out.

“I'm out... I'm out...” He looks down at his hands, "I'm finally out!!! ”

Excited sounds echo deep in the cave, and it makes a thrilling laugh.

“Congratulations, Miss Ramias...”

In its excited laughter, a voice that seemed to mean tranquillity in itself, slowly coming through... it just walked out of the stone wall, suddenly flashed a hint of doubt in its eyes.

In the next moment, the doubt in its eyes is gone and replaced by an anger and resentment... without speaking, it follows the direction of the voice, without speaking, it waves its fists away!

“I want to give you this punch day and night! In the stone wall, I don't know how long I've been trapped, I can only practice fighting... so this punch is for you! You're the one who put me in this long jail--!!! ”

In the fist, there is a power called the struggle… the power is powerful, the falling rocks in the hole are crushed into pieces.

Finally —— boom --!

fist, stubbornly hit what, made a huge blast... the air wave, instantly scratched a piece in the hole!

At the exit of the cave, a strong airflow erupted directly into several ancient trees outside.

“Okay, I'll take your punch, I won't resist. ”

It silently retracted its fist... the punch just now did not hit each other at all, but was blocked by an invisible [wall] outside the other's body surface.

It took him a long time to raise his head and whisper, “I feel like I'm losing my mind. ”

“I have a present for you, Miss Lamierce.” Someone… Boss Lo said softly at this moment, then waved his hand and something fell in the air.

It's a bloated, ugly man… Master Prade from his world!

“So...” he saw, "Master Prade, who fell like a piece of mud on the ground, and suddenly two lines of tears were shed," Do I really... really go back to the old days? ”

“Correctly, you live to this day and age.” Boss Lo smiled slightly: “Congratulations, Miss Lamierce, you have the greatest power in the world. ”

But it's not happy… this power, accumulated little by little in a long, dark prison - it's all hard work!