Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1619: Chapter 346: Injustice

“Not enough, the energy is not enough, I need more energy! How many times have I said, this is a process that adheres to conservation! If you can only provide this much, what you get will inevitably be nothing but garbage not even considered a defective product!”

“Forget it, I’m not in the mood to waste time here today! Hurry up and prepare some toys for me, send 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.

He is called Master Pride, the only person in the world who can use the Bizarre Force of Structural Alchemy, a life from another world—yet, in essence, Master Pride seems quite similar to humans.

At least, in the current world, he is almost like humans—at the very least, he gets injured.

The Black Religious Congregation discovered Master Pride when he was severely injured—that was a dark and windy night when they found Master Pride on a mountaintop.

At that time, he fell like a meteorite, and the place where he landed even started a forest fire.

But even under such terrifying impact, Master Pride did not die—the people of the Black Religious Congregation even witnessed Master Pride gradually restore himself from a bloody blob to human form.

Although it was a very hideous form.

“Still not enough energy?”

Inside the laboratory, the important personnel of the Black Religious Congregation couldn’t help but tremble with fear—perhaps Master Pride doesn’t know what this place is, but they do.

This is the nuclear power plant of the strongest country in the current world—the Black Religious Congregation followed the wave of immigration a hundred years ago and came to this desolate mainland, and in just a hundred years, they have extended their influence to various fields of this country.

Don’t just look at this nation with more than fifty percent of its population being followers of the Holy Church, the influence of the Holy Church here can even touch national levels, but behind the scenes, the real force affecting major decisions of this country is the congregation itself.

The Holy Church doesn’t even know that this nation, with so many believers, is actually the hive of the Black Religious Congregation—because the congregation has placed too many bases on the Oth Continent.

However, despite the many bases on the Oth Continent, there aren’t many congregation elites… Therefore, even if all the congregation’s bases on the Oth Continent were destroyed overnight by the Descending Angel, the Black Religious Congregation only felt fear, not truly harmed in vitality.

But ultimately, the Angel has descended, which is like the Sword of Damocles hanging overhead, constantly reminding the congregation that if they don’t acquire power that can resist, what they face might be yet another hundred, even several hundred years of dormancy…

The Commander of the Black Religious Congregation is almost desperate to fulfill all unreasonable requests of Master Pride, simply because Master Pride can directly advance a plan prepared for a hundred years by the congregation to the stage where results can be achieved!

If not for the sudden appearance of Master Pride, the Black Religious Congregation would still continue to lie dormant, slowly accumulating power, advancing the century-long plan little by little… The Commander considers himself to be the type who is steady and methodical; otherwise, he wouldn’t have developed the congregation to its current stage.

But humans… humans, once they see a shortcut, they can’t resist the convenience it brings.

They say it’s a century-long plan, but if we look at the power controlled by the congregation, this century-long plan might very well be a two-hundred-year plan, a two-hundred-and-fifty-year plan—time is too lengthy.

The Commander of the Black Religious Congregation fears he won’t see the day when the plan finally bears fruit… All the effort would turn into the sweetest fruit, waiting for the next Commander to pick.

Perhaps it will be the next Commander, maybe the one after, that person will use the power of these results to fight back against the Holy Church, ultimately succeed, and then become an unprecedented hero in the history of the congregation, with the most splendid glory bestowed upon them.

The current Commander is unwilling to selflessly gift the work of a hundred years to the successors… Even though he doesn’t know now who exactly will inherit his will in the future.

It doesn’t matter, whoever it may be in the future is unimportant—what matters is, at this moment, he sees the hope of ending the century-long plan ahead!

Pride’s Structural Alchemy!

In the room surrounded by metal, exploding with a sense of technology, watching the bloated and ugly figure of Master Pride on the screen, an elderly man sitting in a wheelchair couldn’t help but squint his eyes.

The old man is exceptionally emaciated, only his brain seems larger than a regular person’s—it is an old bald head.

His arm is like a withered branch, even the blood vessels are visible in their distribution—one blood vessel is now entwined with a needle, and beside the wheelchair, a few bags of medicinal liquid for infusion are placed.

“Commander, Pride’s demands are getting more and more excessive! He actually wants to target the Dark Saintess!” A meaningful youth spoke faintly angrily beside the old man.

“Send it to him.” After a moment of silence, the old man agreed expressionlessly.

“Commander?!” The youth was somewhat agitated.

The old man calmly said, “The so-called Dark Saintess is merely a product cultivated in twenty years. Girls with such a physique, we have several more… send it; go feed the mouth of this Fat Pig.”

“Commander, Pride’s greed is an abyss; we cannot keep satisfying his demands!”

“I’m not dead yet.” Suddenly, the Commander glared at the youth.

The youth was instantly thrown back, slamming against the metal wall… His body did not slide down but was pressed against the wall by some invisible force.

The youth only felt as if all blood in his body stopped flowing, as if the surrounding air had been extracted… imminent death!

The terrifying force disappeared instantly, the youth fell directly to the ground… his face pale, fighting desperately to crawl up, head lowered, “I’ll go right away…”

After the youth left, the old man revealed a hint of pain… The blood vessels on his brain seemed alive and were pulsating quickly.

Each pulse, densely packed in his scalp, was as if hundreds of bugs were embedded in the scalp, rather frightening.

After a while, the old man’s abnormality gradually calmed down, he sighed weakly, a hint of despair flashed in his eyes, murmuring, “No matter the enhancement, no matter the transformation, ultimately it cannot match this powerful mental abnormal power… Why, why was I given such unrivaled mental power, yet not given a body that can withstand it…”

Once he finished speaking, a dark thick blood had already been directly vomited out from his body.

The old man’s face looked even more frail, like a fire that was about to go out.

“Your body can’t hold on anymore.” Suddenly, a deep voice echoed in the previously empty room, “All methods have been tried, I can already foresee your approaching death.”

The old man didn’t speak, just remained silent for a while. After estimating that his breath was a bit more stable, he said weakly: “Previously, you told me that on the mainland of South America, a new church has appeared. That Pope called Bucky, can resurrect the dead…”

“I have already secretly dispatched several groups, but they were all wiped out. It seems there is a very powerful force protecting this Bucky, and it’s unlikely we can capture him in a short time.”

The old man remained silent again before saying: “The mysterious East… Taoist’s Alchemy Technique?”

“Never set foot on the Divine Land…” that deep voice sounded again, “Do you want China’s true dragon to descend here and blow up your territory?”

The old man slowly closed his eyes, as if recalling something, and only after a long time did he exhale and say: “Back then, if I had been willing enough, Dazzle wouldn’t have been able to suppress most of the opposition, and the Allied Forces wouldn’t have succeeded in their crusade. If… if [they] were still around…”

“Perhaps [they] are still around, you just can’t find [them].” That voice sounded again.

“[They]…[They]…” The old man shook his head, his gaze blurred as he looked at the screen—hundreds of screens, almost monitoring all the important places and personnel of the Black Religious Congregation, “Could it be that Heaven granted me such powerful force, only for my body to be unable to bear it, and die in mediocrity?”

“Perhaps there is another way.” That voice sounded again.

“What way?!”

The old man suddenly widened his eyes as if grabbing the last life-saving straw, and the powerful force he referred to as spiritual abnormal power filled the entire room, instantly shattering all the instruments, decorations, and even the floor!

“I received intelligence that Lamias, who had betrayed us, has actively contacted us this time.”

That voice was not affected by the strong spiritual abnormal power of the old man at all, and it sounded even without a ripple, “According to the last segments transmitted back by the Nautilus, the Father Stretta, whom we originally planned to capture, his power even exceeded our assessed level… If it were Priede, he might have a way to reshape a body that can match your spiritual abnormal power using Stretta as material.”

“Even if Stretta is powerful, he is still just human.”

The old man suddenly seemed like a deflated balloon, “I have tried all the methods of strengthening my body… My flesh, once strong enough to resist missile explosions, is still not enough.”

“What if, on the basis of Stretta, you added the body of Piercing Duke?” That voice now carried a hint of madness: “Even, if you are mad enough, you could also use that thing you’ve prepared for a hundred years as material.”

Upon hearing this, the old man’s breathing suddenly sped up, and the intense breathing caused his cerebral cortex to throb again, with the blood vessels on his scalp seemingly ready to burst at any moment.

“Is it really possible?!”

“Who knows.” That voice gradually became ethereal, “It’s just a notion… But why should we let the level of knowledge limit our imagination? You need to know that everything that seems impossible, that doesn’t appear but eventually becomes reality, its origin is the unbounded human imagination. Besides, your time is really running out, especially with your recent outburst, it probably further shortened your already meager life.”

“Approximately how much time do I have?” The old man suddenly calmed down, like a dried corpse.

“Measured in hours.” That voice slowly sounded: “You shouldn’t have taken action yourself in order to advance the plan and reversed the holy remains… This reduced what was at least another half year of life to now. Your spiritual abnormal power really is a supreme force variety among humans, but unfortunately, you do not have a body that can match it. Indeed, God is fair.”

As the Commander of the Black Religious Congregation, how can he believe in such talk?

The old man’s face was terrifyingly silent… The terrible state of his body was indeed greatly beyond his expectations—he even suspected it was the owner of that voice deceiving him.

But the increasingly intense scent of death, the old man could indeed feel it clearly… even if it was not as bad as the voice said, measured in hours, it probably wouldn’t be much better.

Finally, after a long wait, the old man took a deep breath, like giving up or in despair, and said: “Take Plaid… take me as well, go to… Britain.”

“Wish you success, great Commander.”

The voice gradually faded away, and the old man began to cough again, “Great… I will be great…”

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Britain, St. Andrews Academy… Faculty apartment area.

The instructor stood trembling behind Lamias… At this moment, he had no interest in paying attention to Lamias’s highly tempting body at all.

This guy actually had the audacity to directly contact Lady Katerina, a representative of the Old Faction, and… and through his communicator as well!

The man feared that his career was now ending… He shouldn’t have squatted alone in Lamias’s apartment—how could he have known this woman would be so crazy!

Negotiation?

No… The tone Lamias used towards Lady Katerina was clearly not a negotiation, but a blatant threat, a brazen threat.

The instructor couldn’t understand how Lamias had such confidence to face the senior management of the congregation—or was it really as the announcement said, Lamias defected and very likely sided with the Holy Church or something?

“If you want to retrieve it, then come… Otherwise, I will deliver it to the Holy Church. Of course, along with the thing you’ve prepared for so many years…” Lamias retracted the necklace in her hand, “Even though with my level, I can’t know the entire plan, but I think, no matter how little information I have, the Holy Church would gladly accept it.”

On the communicator, Lady Katerina’s face turned terrifyingly black, and across the distant ocean, she couldn’t even say a word before Lamias brutally smashed the communicator.

“Alright.”

Lamias directly sat in the chair, watching with interest the middle-aged, slightly bald instructor, suddenly smiling: “Did I still have a class to attend today?”

This woman is crazy… This was the only thought in the director’s mind at this moment—after shouting at the congregation, this woman still has the mood to go to class?

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