Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1605: Chapter 332: The Wise Beings at the End of Time and Space

After leaving the seaside, Lamias immediately called the teaching director at the university who was also secretly affiliated with the congregation.

Behind her, in a car, a man and a woman were unconscious and naked in the back seat… While looking at the phone number of the director in the handbook, Lamias dialed the numbers on the screen.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me.”

“Why is it from an unfamiliar number?” The director was highly surprised.

Lamias casually found a reason to dismiss it… The main purpose of calling this director was to determine whether he was worth the congregation issuing an order to capture her.

After a conversation, Lamias could almost determine that the other party was unaware of the matter… It seems Lady Katerina plans to sacrifice herself quietly as well.

—Indeed, even if a compromise is reached, it is necessary to stabilize the emotions of the old faction’s members.

Lamias sneered inwardly, having lost hope in the Black Religious Congregation, she now hoped for internal discord between the new faction and old faction, leading to chaos.

However, with the pressure from the descending angel of Holy Church, this idea is unlikely to be realized in the foreseeable future… Returning to the conversation with the director, “I need to use weapons.”

“When?”

“As soon as possible.”

“Meet me at No. 78, Third Street, in half an hour.”

Lamias could even hear the sound of clothes rustling on the other end… After hanging up, she tossed the phone back into the car, grabbed a black briefcase, and rode her motorcycle to the predetermined location.

Inside the case was the Fear Inverted Cross—this armor compressed to the limit fits into a regular briefcase, quite unlike the god-slaying armor, the congregation’s masterpiece which is naturally not as portable and requires additional charging.

Although she had stripped six Battle Nuns of their Fear Inverted Crosses, having broken with Lady Katerina, she evidently could no longer receive any supplies from within the congregation in the future.

There is a temporary backup weapon cache in the town, always managed by the director—Lamias plans to raid this cache tonight to stockpile for the future.

Father Strala may not be reliable. To survive the impending chaos, she must have some means of self-preservation.

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Half an hour passed quickly.

The operation began at dusk, now it’s midnight… In front of the building at No. 78, Third Street, a figure in a trench coat awaited.

Lamias performed an impressive maneuver with her motorcycle before stopping in front of the director.

“Is there a special operation tonight,” the director asked as he opened the door.

Lamias replied, “You’ve been undercover for over a decade. Have you ever thought about leaving your current post and returning to headquarters?”

He was unsure why Lamias suddenly asked this, and frowned, “When it’s time for me to go back, headquarters will naturally call me back.”

“Your personality isn’t suited for staying at headquarters,” Lamias shook her head.

The director opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but suddenly felt a blow at the back of his neck, and everything went black, his eyes closed as he fell to the ground.

Lamias grabbed paper and a pen, casually writing down a set of bank accounts and secrets, lastly adding a line of text before stuffing it into the director’s pocket, then took the keys, and continued to open the secret door, directly diving into the house’s basement.

An entire arsenal lay before Lamias… The outer zone was clearly conventional firearms—more than sufficient for supporting a large-scale terrorist attack.

Yet facing the power of the Non-Human, such conventional weapons were clearly ineffective.

“Found it, the π-Type Second Battery…” Lamias felt a bit of joy, “Not a bad haul.”

Aside from the backup battery, there were various parts to repair armor and a set of equipment for modifications…

Looking at the stripped six sets of Fear Inverted Crosses, the warehouse parts, and the Reversed Holy Relic on herself, a crazy idea suddenly popped up in Lamias’ mind.

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On the street, two descending angels headed toward the church—this time using birth vessels specially prepared by Holy Church—originally a pair of humans with excellent physical qualities and perfect appearance.

Angels naturally emitted a different aura compared to ordinary humans, plus the high-quality vessels, easily attracting attention from passersby, like those returning from the bar.

However, the two angels emitted an aura too obviously repelling, so nobody disturbed them along the way.

“No matter the era, such depraved crowds always exist,” the male descending angel shook his head, “this era needs the cleanse of Holy Light.”

The female descending angel ignored her companion, only staring at the two figures approaching—two men deep in thought.

They seemed unaware someone was watching them, merely conversing softly with each other.

“Why did Lord Dagonet leave so hastily, what happened?”

“How should I know? Only the headquarter orders us to temporarily retreat.”

“The Knight Agency, even in its homeland, is forced to yield to Holy Church… How absurd!”

The two were none other than Knight Marvin and Knight Wickdor stationed locally—ever since Jester Dagonet hastily flew away, the two were at a loss on how to proceed… Until just now, when they received direct orders from Mr. Gareth at the Fog Capital Knight Agency Headquarters.

“Indeed, the Knight Agency is in a precarious situation now…” Marvin chuckled bitterly, “It wasn’t like this before. A century ago, when Mr. Farell was still around, wherever the Round Table Knights went, even Holy Church’s Paladins had to yield, what grandeur!”

At this moment, a voice came through.

“Really? Is Mr. Farell truly that formidable? Perhaps you could tell me of his exploits?”

Knight Marvin and Knight Wickdor were both surprised… They hadn’t sensed anyone approaching, turning around they found an unnoticed pair of a man and a woman, handsome and beautiful, with extraordinary aura.

“Who are you?” The knights immediately became cautious.

The male descending angel glanced at his female companion, then smiled like sunshine, “Us? Didn’t you just mention our origin?”

“You are from Holy Church?” Marvin quickly glanced at Wickdor, frowning, “What are your intentions?”

The male descending angel chuckled softly, saying calmly, “Just wish to know how powerful your Mr. Farell truly was.”

He extended his hand, spreading his fingers wide.

Knight Marvin and Knight Wickdor only felt a suffocating sensation sweep over them, their muscles instantly tensed, but without resisting, they were directly drawn by an invisible force before the other.

“Memory reading.”

The male Descending Angel directly reached out and grabbed Marvin’s forehead… The female Descending Angel, seeing this, shook her head, revealing a helpless expression, yet she also reached out to seize Wickdor’s head.

They couldn’t wait for the male Descending Angel to finish reading and then spend time explaining to her… simultaneous reading was clearly more efficient.

They were just two mortals with slight power; while they were only two-winged Descending Angels, they had been waging wars under the Archangel Leader Michael across multiple worlds, their strength far surpassing those of the same rank, even comparable to ordinary four-winged Ability Angels. Reading the memories of these two ordinary people was rather simple.

Minutes later, Marvin and Wickdor fell to the ground like a pile of mud, passed out.

The male Descending Angel frowned: “What’s the deal? What Marvin said is true… There really is such a person named Farael?”

The female Descending Angel meditated: “This Wickdor’s memory contains a small amount of information about the [War a Hundred Years Ago], but not much… probably due to his low position and lack of involvement.”

“Same here,” the male Descending Angel pondered, “The war a hundred years ago led to the decline of the Western World’s entire Extraordinary Realm… Why did the Pope not mention this matter?”

“This Pope seems to be hiding something from us…” The female Descending Angel finally furrowed her brows, “As for this Farael, if what they know from legends is true, then Farael might threaten our Descending Angel ability.”

“A sub-world so vast, occasionally producing one or two individuals reaching their limits, is not surprising,” the male Descending Angel shook his head, “But such powerful individuals surprisingly do not appear within the Holy Church… Truly incompetent, this sub-world’s church allowed a decayed Celtic Pantheon inheritor to oppress.”

“This matter, needs to be reported to Lord Hamaliel,” the female Descending Angel mused.

“No rush,” the male Descending Angel said, “Since we’re here, let’s take the holy remains and the traitor Priest first, report to Lord Hamaliel upon returning. Otherwise, coming back and forth, how time-consuming.”

The female Descending Angel agreed, then nodded. Shortly thereafter, a pair of light wings unfolded from her back, soaring into the sky… the male Descending Angel likewise.

After all, they are part of Heaven’s Exploration Corps, uncovering infinite sub-worlds, one after another has cultivated their sharp and swift style, sometimes even unrestrained.

As for revealing extraordinary power causing world disturbances… not to mention Lord Hamaliel perhaps originally intended to incite transcendent warfare to allow the Holy Church to seize world authority. Just by following the Archangel Leader Michael in battles across worlds, they’ve confronted numerous sub-world’s world wills.

Heaven’s Exploration Corps does not merely clash with sub-worlds’ world wills; through constant probing, Heaven has long devised a method to cope with world will.

Different sub-worlds have different mainstreams, as long as adhering to the mainstream of the world will, seizing the protagonist’s function designated by the world will, can equally achieve pioneering a new sub-world.

“Mama, look! There’s an angel!”

“Sleep, sweet baby, Mama will tell you a bedtime scary story… huh, there really is an angel??”

Even though it’s midnight, not just one or two have seen the angel.

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On the desk, a piece of white paper with a hand-drawn [Cycle] lay flat… On top of the paper, accompanied by the activation of [Structural Alchemy], a blob of liquid with a metallic sheen was continually transforming.

This is using the ability of [Cycle], directly decomposing a metal artifact completely… Boss Luo was amusingly molding some little trinkets with this blob of metallic liquid.

At this moment, inside this room, it was permissible to use this [Alchemy] rule field… Outside the room, naturally, everything remains usual.

This was merely a pastime game; Boss Luo certainly wouldn’t waste time writing the rule of [Cycle] into the system of A Lai Ye.

“An ability even ordinary people can grasp…” Luo Qiu’s eyes glimmered slightly, “Analysis, understanding, then creation… as long as the elemental composition of the human body is clear…”

Theoretically, the body elements of an animal can be thoroughly decomposed and lastly combined… form a living human body.

Luo Qiu suddenly fell into contemplation.

Suddenly, a pair of gentle hands placed on his shoulders, kneading just right… Luo Qiu opened his eyes, a smile appearing on his face.

“Is it finished… the third server.”

“Didn’t encounter any trouble, was very smooth.” The maid moved her hands upward, massaging from his shoulders to behind Luo Qiu’s ears, “Next, if we dispatch a Black Soul envoy for supervision, the third server can formally launch.”

Luo Qiu, however, shook his head.

“Master?”

Luo Qiu gently said: “Not sure when it started, but this business seems to be growing bigger…”

You know, when he first took over the shop, Boss Luo was merely conducting small businesses under the maid’s guidance.

The maid, nevertheless, thought little of it… Big?

This is merely the beginning, my master.

She understood, the previous club owner traversed one world at a time, relying on the Border Gate and the continually produced Black Souls.

But [Main God Project]… is a business where guests actively seek out, the Black Soul envoy’s significance, instead, has been minimized to the lowest.

“What is this?” The maid pointed at the metallic liquid sphere transformation on the table.

Boss Luo pulled his thoughts from the situation of growing this business under his hands and replied with a smile: “A type of alchemy from another world… if knowledge is sufficient, it could even forge a human body.”

“A human body.” The maid’s eyes lit up, “This could be…”

Boss Luo nodded: “Remember the world civilization you mentioned before, which was annihilated due to creating [Artificial Souls]? [Artificial Souls] and [Human Transmutation], wonder how they’ll integrate together…”

The ultimate forbidden area of life.

Creation of Man!

Creating man, altars can easily achieve with sufficient offerings—anything is not a problem for the altar… its existence itself is like an impossibility.

And humans… intelligent creatures, however, are slowly, step by step, turning all impossibilities into possibilities.

At this moment, the maid, still calculating and deducing about [Artificial Souls] and [Human Transmutation], heard Boss Luo’s words.

He said: “Do you think, when all intelligent creatures have turned all impossibilities into possibilities… at the end of time, have they already… become what we are now.”

Perhaps…

The maid’s heart couldn’t help but be shocked… a viewpoint she had never considered.