"Not enough, the energy is not enough, I need more energy! How many times have I said that this is a conservation process! If you can only provide so much, what you will get will be just garbage that is not even a defective product.
!”
"Forget it, I'm not in the mood to waste time here today! Go quickly and prepare some toys for me and bring them to my room... Also, bring me a female hound. I want a pure white one!"
The bloated body, like a worm, slowly walked out of the laboratory.
His name is Master Pride, and he is the only being in the world who can use the strange power of [Construction Alchemy] and comes from a different world. But in essence, Master Pride seems to be similar to humans.
At least, in this world, he is similar to humans. At least he can get hurt.
When the Black Order discovered Master Pride, he was seriously injured. It was a dark and windy night, and the Black Order found Master Pride on a hilltop.
At that time, he fell like a meteorite, and a forest fire even broke out where he fell.
But even under that kind of terrifying impact, Master Pride did not die as a member of the Black Order. He even saw with his own eyes that Master Pride gradually recovered from a ball of mud-like flesh and blood to become a human being.
appearance.
Even though he looks extremely ugly.
"Not enough energy?"
In the research room, all the core researchers of the Black Order could not help but feel frightened. 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. Following the wave of immigrants a hundred years ago, the Black Order also came to this desolate continent. In just a few hundred years, it even reached out to this country.
various fields.
Even though more than 50% of the people in this country are believers of the Holy Church, the influence of the Holy Church here can even affect the country, but behind the scenes it is the religious order that really affects the country's major decisions.
right.
The Holy Church does not even know that the country with so many believers is the home base of the Black Order because the Black Order has established too many strongholds on the European continent.
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 Order on the European continent are destroyed by the descending angels overnight, the Black Order will only feel fear, essentially.
It didn't hurt my vitality.
But after all, the angel has arrived. It is like the Sword of Damocles hanging above the head, reminding everyone in the monastery that if they still do not have the power to fight, they may face another hundred years, or even
Hundreds of years of dormancy...
The head of the Black Order is almost desperate to meet all the 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 and get results.
stage!
Without the sudden appearance of Master Pride, the Black Order would still have continued to lie dormant, slowly saving strength, and continuing to advance the century-old plan bit by bit... The head of the Black Order, he asked himself, is a steady and steady type, otherwise
Nor can the Black Order be developed to its current level.
But people...people, once they see shortcuts, they are completely unable to resist the convenience that shortcuts bring.
It is said to be a century-old plan, but judging from the power controlled by the Black Order, this century-old plan may be a two-hundred-year plan, and the two-hundred-and-fifty-year plan is too long.
The Chief of the Black Order may not be able to see the day when the plan finally comes to fruition... All efforts will turn into the sweetest fruits, waiting for the next Chief to pick.
Perhaps it is the next chief, or perhaps the next chief. That person will use the power of this achievement to fight back against the Holy Church, and ultimately succeed, [.] and then become an unprecedented hero in the history of the Black Order, the most glorious
Glory will bless that person.
The current president is unwilling to selflessly give away a hundred years of hard work to his successors... Even now he doesn't know who will inherit his will in the future.
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter who he is in the future. What matters 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 and bursting with technology, an old man in a wheelchair couldn't help but squint his eyes as he looked at Master Pride's bloated and ugly back on the screen.
The old man was unusually skinny, except that his brain seemed to be larger than that of an ordinary person. He had an old bald head.
His arm was like a dead branch, and one could even clearly see the distribution of blood vessels. One of the blood vessels was currently wrapped with a needle. Next to the wheelchair, there were several bags of medical solution for infusion.
"Commander, Pride's demands are getting more and more excessive! He actually wants to distract the Dark Saint 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, and then agreed expressionlessly.
"Chief?!" The young man was quite excited.
The old man said calmly: "The so-called Dark Saint is just a product that has been cultivated for twenty years. We still have several girls with such a physique...send them over to feed this fat pig's mouth.
"
"Chief Commander, Pride's greed is a bottomless abyss, we can't always satisfy his demands!"
"I'm not dead yet." The commander suddenly glared at the young man.
The young man's body instantly hit backwards and hit the metal wall hard... His body did not slide down, but was pressed hard against the wall by an invisible force.
The young man felt as if the blood in his body had stopped flowing, and the air around him seemed to have been sucked out... He was about to die!
The terrifying power disappeared in an instant, and the young man fell directly to the ground... His face turned pale, and he got up desperately, lowering his head, "I'll go right away..."
After the young man left, the old man showed a hint of pain... The blood vessels on his brain seemed to have life, and were beating rapidly at this time.
The beatings were densely covered in his scalp, as if there were hundreds of bugs buried in his scalp, which was quite scary.
After a while, the old man's abnormality gradually subsided. He sighed weakly, a look of despair flashed in his eyes, and murmured to himself: "No matter how hard it is strengthened, no matter how much transformation it is, it can never be done."
To match this powerful spiritual power... Why, why did you give me this unparalleled spiritual power, but not give me a body that can withstand it..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a mouthful of thick black blood was vomited directly from 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." A low voice suddenly sounded in the originally empty room, "All methods have been tried, and I can already foresee your upcoming death."
The old man did not speak, but remained silent for a while. He must have become more breathless before he weakly said: "Before, you told me that a new church appeared on the continent of South America. The Pope named Bucky,
Can resurrect the dead..."
"I have secretly sent out several waves of troops, but the entire army was wiped out. There seems to be a very powerful force guarding Bucky. It is unlikely that he will be captured in a short time."
The old man was silent again, and then he said: "The mysterious East...the alchemy of monks?"
"I will never set foot on the land of China..." The deep voice sounded again, "Do you want the true dragon of China to come here and destroy your territory?"
The old man slowly closed his eyes, as if he was remembering something. After a long time, he breathed out and said: "Back then, if I had been willing enough, Huiyao would not have been able to suppress most of the opposition, and neither 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 blurred. He looked at the hundreds of screens on the screen, which almost supervised all important places and important people in the Black Order. "Could it be that God has given
Will my powerful strength just make my body unable to bear it and lead me to death without doing anything?"
"Maybe there is another way." The voice sounded again.
"any solution?!"
The old man's eyes suddenly opened wide, as if he had grasped the last life-saving straw. The powerful force he called spiritual power filled the entire room at this time, shattering all the instruments, furnishings, and even the floor in an instant!
"I received information that the rebellious Lamias took the initiative to contact us this time."
The voice was not affected by the old man's powerful spiritual power at all, and the voice was even without any ripples. "According to the last fragment transmitted back by the Nautilus, Father Stella, whom we originally planned to capture, has even more power than
The level we assessed... If it's Pride, there's probably a way to help you use Stella as a material to re-train you into a body that can match your mental powers."
"No matter how powerful Stella is, she is still only human."
The old man instantly felt like a deflated balloon, "I have tried all the ways to strengthen my body... My body was once strong enough to withstand missile explosions, but it is still not enough."
"What if on the basis of Stella, we add the body of the piercing male?" The voice now had a hint of madness: "Even, if you are crazy enough, you can also do what you have been preparing for a hundred years.
Things are also regarded as materials."
When the old man heard this, his breathing suddenly became rapid. The violent breathing caused his cerebral cortex to violently move again, and the blood vessels in his scalp surged crazily as if they were about to burst at any time.
"Really possible?!"
"Who knows." The voice gradually faded away, "This is just an idea... But why should we let our knowledge level limit our imagination? You have to know that everything seems impossible and will not happen but in the end
The origin of what can be realized is the unlimited imagination of human beings. Moreover, your time is really running out, especially your explosion just now, which probably greatly shortened your pitiful life."
"How long do I have left?" The old man suddenly calmed down, like a mummy.
"In hours." The voice sounded slowly: "You should not take it upon yourself to reverse the sacred relic in order to advance the plan... This has reduced your life of at least half a year to now. Your spiritual power
It is truly a species of extremely powerful strength among human beings. It’s a pity that we don’t have a body that can match it. Sure enough, God is very fair.”
As the head of the Black Order, how can you believe in this rhetoric?
The old man's face was horribly silent... The poor condition of his body was far beyond his expectation. He even suspected that the owner of the voice was deceiving him.
But the old man could definitely feel the increasingly strong smell of death... Even if it wasn't as bad as the voice said, measured in hours, I'm afraid it wouldn't be much better.
Finally, after a long wait, the old man took a deep breath, and said as if giving up and despairing: "Take Pratt...and me too, let's go...Britain."
"I wish you success, great commander-in-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...teachers' apartment area.
The dean of students stood tremblingly behind Lamias... He had no interest in paying attention to Lamias's extremely attractive body at this time.
This guy actually had the guts to directly contact the old school representative, Queen Katarina, and... and he still used his communicator!
The man just felt that his career might be over... He shouldn't be squatting alone in Lamias' apartment. How could he know that this woman would be so crazy!
negotiation?
No... Lamias's tone towards Katerina was clearly not a negotiation, but a naked threat, a confident threat.
The dean of students really couldn't figure out what kind of confidence Lamias had to actually face the senior leaders of the religious order. Or was it true that, as the notice said, Lamias had rebelled, or even defected to the Holy Church?
"If you want to get it back, then come... Otherwise, I will send it to the Holy Church. Of course, there are also the things you have prepared for so many years..." Lamias put the necklace in her hand on
Received, "Although with my level, there is no way to know everything about the entire plan, I think the Holy Church will be happy to receive even a little bit of information."
On the communicator, Katarina's face was terrifyingly dark. She was on the other side of the distant ocean, and before she could even utter a word, Lamias had already violently hammered the communicator directly.
"alright."
Lamias sat directly on the chair, looking at the middle-aged, somewhat bald dean of students with 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 time. After this woman yelled at the religious order, she was still in the mood to go to class?
