Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 1615 Injustice
"Not enough, not enough energy, I need more energy! How many times have I said that this is a process of observing conservation! If you can only provide so much, what you get must be a piece of garbage that is not even a defective product !"

"Forget it, I'm not in the mood to waste time here today! Hurry up and prepare some toys for me and send them to my room... Also, send me a bitch, I want a pure white one!"

The bloated body slowly walked out of the laboratory like a worm.

His name is Master Pride, and he is the only life in the world who can use the strange power of [Structural Alchemy]—but in essence, Master Pride seems to be similar to human beings.

At least, in this world, he is similar to a human being—at least he can get hurt.

When the Black Order found Master Pride, he was seriously injured—it was a dark and windy night, and the Black Order found Master Pride on a mountain.

At that time, he fell like a meteorite, and there was even a forest fire at the place where he fell.

But even under that terrifying impact, this Master Pride did not die—the people of the Black Order even saw with their own eyes that this Master Pride gradually recovered from a mass of muddy flesh and blood The appearance of a person.

Although it looks extremely ugly.

"Not enough energy?"

In the research room, the core researchers of the Black Order couldn't help but feel terrified at this moment—Master Pride may not know where this place is, but they do.

This is a nuclear power plant in the most powerful country in the world—the Black Order followed the wave of immigrants a hundred years ago and came to this desolate continent. In just a hundred years, it even extended its hands to all areas of the country.

Regardless of the fact that more than [-]% of the people in this country are believers of the Holy Church, the influence of the Holy Church here can even touch the country, but behind the scenes, it is the religious order that really affects the major decisions of this country. right.

The Holy Church didn't even know that the country with so many believers was the home of the Black Order—because the Black Order had placed too many strongholds on the continent of Europe.

It's just that although there are many strongholds on the European continent, there are not many elites of the order... Therefore, even if all the strongholds of the orders on the European continent are destroyed by the angels overnight, the black order will only feel fear. It didn't hurt vitality.

But after all, the angel has come, it is like the sword of Damocles hanging above the head, always reminding everyone in the congregation that if they do not have the power to resist, they may face another hundred years, or even Hundreds of years of dormancy...

The head of the Black Order almost desperately satisfies all unreasonable demands of Master Pride, just because this Master Pride can directly advance the plan that the order has prepared for a hundred years to the end. stage!

Without the sudden appearance of this Master Pride, the Black Order would still continue to dormant, slowly accumulating strength, and continue to advance the century-old plan little by little... The head of the Black Order thinks he is a steady and steady type, otherwise Nor can the Black Order be developed to the present level.

But people... People, once they see the shortcuts, they are completely unable to resist the convenience brought by the shortcuts.

It is said to be a 200-year plan, but judging from the power of the Black Order, this 250-year plan may be a [-]-year plan, a [-]-year plan-the time is too long.

I am afraid that the head of the Black Order will not be able to see the day when the plan will finally come to fruition... All efforts will be turned into the sweetest fruit, waiting for the next head to pick it.

Maybe it's the next head, maybe it's the next head, that person will use the power of this achievement to fight back against the Holy Church, succeed in the end, and then become an unprecedented hero in the history of the Black Order. The most glorious glory will be Bless that person.

The current chief is unwilling to selflessly donate a century of hard work to his successor...even now he doesn't know who will inherit his will in the future.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter who the future is - the important thing is that he has already seen the hope of ending the century-old plan ahead of schedule!
Pride's [Structural Alchemy]!
In a room surrounded by metal, with an explosive sense of technology, looking at the bloated and ugly back of Master Pride on the screen, an old man in a wheelchair in the room couldn't help squinting his eyes.

The old man is unusually thin, but his brain seems to be larger than ordinary people - he is an old bald head.

His dead branch-like arm could even clearly see the distribution of blood vessels—one of the blood vessels was currently wrapped around a needle tube, and beside the wheelchair, there were several bags of medicinal liquid for infusion.

"Chief, this Pride's demands are getting more and more excessive! He actually wants to get the attention of the Dark Saintess this time!" A young man said beside the old man with a hint of anger.

"Send it to him." The old man was silent for a moment, then agreed with a blank expression.

"Chief?!" The young man was quite excited.

The old man said indifferently: "The so-called dark saint is just a product of 20 years of cultivation. We still have several girls with such a physique... Let's send them to feed this fat pig's mouth."

"Chief, Pride's greed is a bottomless abyss, we can't always satisfy his demands!"

"I'm not dead yet." The chief suddenly glared at the young man.

The young man's body slammed backwards in an instant, and slammed into the metal wall... His body didn't slide down, but was pressed hard against the wall by an invisible force.

The young man felt as if the blood in his whole body had stopped flowing, and the air around him seemed to be emptied... he was about to die!
The terrifying power disappeared in an instant, and the young man fell directly to the ground... His face was pale, and he tried his best to get up, lowering his head, "I'm going right now..."

After the young man left, the old man showed a look of pain... The blood vessels in his brain seemed to have life, and they were beating rapidly at this moment.

The beatings were densely covered in his scalp, as if hundreds of bugs were buried in the scalp, which was quite scary.

After a while, the abnormality of the old man gradually calmed down. He sighed weakly, with a look of despair flashing in his eyes, and muttered to himself: "No matter how you strengthen it, no matter how you transform it, you will never be able to get rid of it." To match this powerful spiritual power...why, why did you give me this peerless spiritual power, but not give me a body that can withstand it..."

Before he finished speaking, a mouthful of thick black blood had already been vomited out of his body.

The old man's face looked even weaker, like a fire that was about to go out.

"Your body can no longer support you." In the originally empty room, a deep voice suddenly sounded, "I have tried all methods, and I can already foresee your imminent death."

The old man didn't speak, just kept silent. After a while, he probably got more breathless before he said weakly: "Before, you told me that a new church appeared on the continent of South America. The Pope named Bucky, Can bring the dead back to life..."

"I have secretly dispatched several waves of troops, but the entire army was wiped out. There seems to be a very powerful force guarding Bucky's side. It is estimated that there is no way to catch him in a short time."

The old man was silent again, and then he said: "Mysterious East... the monk's alchemy?"

"Never set foot on the land of China..." The deep voice sounded again, "Do you want the real dragon of China to come here and blow up your territory?"

The old man slowly closed his eyes, as if he was remembering something, and after a long time, he let out a sigh of relief and said: "Back then, if I had been willing enough, Huiyao would not have been able to suppress most of the opposition, nor would the coalition forces The crusade was successful. If... if [they] are still there..."

"Maybe [they] are still there, but you can't find [them]." The voice sounded again.

"[They]...[They]..." The old man shook his head, his eyes were blurred, he looked at the screen—hundreds of screens, almost supervising all the necessary places of the Black Order, important people, "Could it be, God bestowed me with such a powerful force, but in the end, it just made my body unable to bear it, and died in mediocrity?"

"Maybe there is another way." The voice sounded again.

"any solution?!"

The old man suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he had grasped the last life-saving grass. The powerful force he called spiritual power filled the entire room at this moment, smashing all the instruments, furnishings, and even the floor in an instant!
"I received information that the traitorous Ramias contacted us this time."

The voice was not affected by the old man's powerful spiritual power at all, and the voice was even without waves, "According to the last fragment sent back by the Nautilus, the strength of Father Stella, whom we originally planned to capture, even surpassed that of the old man." The level we assessed... If it is Pride, there is probably a way to help you use Stella as a material to retrain a body that can match your spiritual power."

"No matter how powerful Stella is, she is still only human."

The old man was like a deflated balloon in an instant, "I have tried all the ways to strengthen my body... My body was once strong enough to resist the explosion of missiles, but it is still not enough."

"How about adding the piercing male's body to Stella's?" The voice had a hint of madness at this time: "Even, if you are crazy enough, you can also use the piercing body that you have prepared for a hundred years." Things are also regarded as materials.”

Hearing this, the old man breathed quickly, and his violent breathing caused his cerebral cortex to move violently again, and the blood vessels in his scalp surged wildly as if they were about to burst at any moment.

"Really?!"

"Who knows." The voice gradually faded, "This is just a concept... But why do we let the level of knowledge limit our imagination? You know, everything seems impossible, and it will not happen in the end. The origin of what has been realized is the unlimited imagination of human beings. Moreover, your time is really running out, especially your eruption just now probably greatly shortened your pitiful life.”

"How long do I have?" The old man suddenly calmed down, like a mummy.

"In hours." The voice sounded slowly: "You shouldn't do it yourself to reverse the holy relic in order to advance the plan... This has reduced your life for at least half a year to now. Your spiritual power It’s really a powerful species of human beings, but it’s a pity that they didn’t have a body that can match it, God is really fair.”

As the head of the Black Order, how can he believe in this set of rhetoric?

The old man's face was terribly silent... His physical condition was far beyond his expectations—he even suspected that the owner of that voice was deceiving him.

But the old man could indeed clearly feel the increasingly intense smell of death... Even if it wasn't as bad as the voice said in terms of hours, it probably wouldn't be much better.

Finally, after a long wait, the old man took a deep breath, and said as if giving up and despairingly: "Take Platt... take me too, go...to Britain."

"I wish you success, great Chief."

The voice gradually faded away, and the old man's cough began to sound again, "Great...I will become great..."

……

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Britain, St. Andrews College...teacher apartment area.

The dean of training stood tremblingly behind Ramias... He was completely not interested in paying attention to Ramias's alluring body.

This guy actually had the guts to directly contact Mrs. Katerina, the representative of the old school, and... and still use his communicator!
The man only felt that his career might be over... He shouldn't be squatting alone in Ramias' apartment—how did he know that this woman would be so crazy!
negotiation?

No... Ramias's tone of voice to Mrs. Katerina was obviously not a negotiation, but a naked threat, a threat that seemed to be fearless.

The dean of students really couldn't figure out what kind of confidence Ramias had to face the higher-ups of the congregation—or, as the announcement said, Ramias had rebelled, and it was very likely that she had defected to the Holy Church. kind?

"If you want to get it back, then come here... Otherwise, I will send it to the Holy Church. Of course, there are things you have prepared for so many years..." Ramias put the necklace on her hand Received, "Although at my level, there is no way to know everything about the whole plan, but I think, even if it is only a little bit of information, the Holy Church will be happy to accept it."

On the communicator, Qing Katerina's face was terribly dark. On the far side of the ocean, she couldn't even say a word, and Ramias had already violently smashed the communicator.

"All right."

Ramias sat directly on the chair, looked at the middle-aged, somewhat bald dean with great interest, and suddenly smiled and said, "Do I still have classes to attend today?"

This woman is crazy... This is the only thought in the director's mind at this moment - this woman is still in the mood to go to class after clamoring for the congregation?

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