"Not enough, not enough energy, I need more energy! How many times have I told you, this is a process that abides by the law of conservation! If you can only provide this much, then what you'll get is trash that can't even be considered a defective product! "
"Forget it, I'm not in the mood to waste time here today! Hurry up and prepare a few toys for me and send them to my room … Also, send me a female hound, I want a pure white one! "
His bloated body was like a worm as he slowly walked out of the lab.
His name was Master Pride, and he was the only one in the world who could use the strange power of [Structural Alchemy]. He came from another world — but in essence, Master Pride was not much different from a human being.
At least, in the modern world, he was not much different from a human being — at least, he could be injured.
When the Black Order found Master Pride, he was already seriously injured — it was a dark and windy night, and the Black Order found Master Pride on a mountain top.
At that time, he fell like a meteorite, and the place where he fell even had a forest fire.
But even under such a terrible impact, Master Pride did not die — the Black Order even saw with their own eyes that Master Pride gradually recovered from a pile of mud-like flesh and blood into a human being.
Even though his appearance was extremely ugly.
"Still not enough energy?"
In the lab, the core researchers of the Black Order couldn't help but shudder — Master Pride might not know where this place was, but they knew.
This was a nuclear power plant of the most powerful country in the modern world — the Black Order had followed the wave of immigrants a hundred years ago to this desolate continent. In just a short hundred years, they had even reached out to every field in this country.
More than fifty percent of the people in this country were believers of the Holy Church, and the influence of the Holy Church here could even reach the level of the country. But the one who really influenced the major decisions of this country behind the scenes was the Religious Order.
The Holy Church didn't even know that the country with so many believers was the Black Order's nest — because the Black Order had placed too many strongholds on Euroland.
However, while there were many strongholds in Euroland, there weren't many elites of the order. Thus, even if all the strongholds in Euroland were destroyed in a single night by the Angels, the Black Monastery would only feel fear. In essence, they wouldn't be harmed.
But after all, the Angel had descended, and it was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, constantly reminding the people of the Religious Order that if they didn't obtain enough power to resist, they would face another hundred years, or even hundreds of years of dormancy …
The chief of the Black Religious Congregation was willing to satisfy all of Master Pride's unreasonable requests at all costs, just because this Master Pride was able to push the plan that the Black Religious Congregation had been preparing for a hundred years straight to the point where it could finally bear fruit!
If it wasn't for the sudden appearance of this Master Pride, the Black Order would still continue to be dormant, slowly accumulating strength, and pushing forward the hundred year plan bit by bit … The Chief of the Black Order knew that he was the type to fight steadily and steadily, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to develop the Black Order to the extent that it was today.
But humans … humans, once they saw a shortcut, they couldn't resist the convenience that it brought.
It was said to be a hundred year plan, but according to the power that the Black Order held, this hundred year plan might be a two hundred year plan, or even a two hundred and fifty year plan — time was too long.
The Chief of the Black Order might not be able to see the day when the plan finally came to fruition … All of their efforts would turn into the sweetest fruit, waiting for the next Chief to pluck it.
Perhaps it would be the next Chief, or perhaps it would be the next Chief. That person would use the power of this fruit to fight back against the Holy Church, and eventually succeed. Then he would become an unprecedented hero in the history of the Black Order, and the most glorious glory would be bestowed upon that person.
The current Chief wasn't willing to selflessly give away a hundred years of hard work to his successor … even if he didn't know who would inherit his will in the future.
It wasn't important, it didn't matter who it was in the future — what was important was that he had seen the hope of ending the hundred year plan in advance!
Pride's [Structural Alchemy]!
In a room that was surrounded by metal and exploded with a sense of technology, an old man sitting in a wheelchair couldn't help but narrow his eyes as he looked at the bloated and ugly back of Master Pride on the screen.
The old man was abnormally skinny, but his brain seemed to be bigger than a normal person's — he was an old bald man.
One could even see the distribution of blood vessels on his withered arms — one of the blood vessels was wrapped around a needle, and beside the wheelchair, there were a few bags of medicine used for infusion.
"Chief, this Pride's demands are getting more and more outrageous! This time, he actually wants to get the Dark Saintess! "A young man said with a hint of anger beside the old man.
"Send it to him." The old man was silent for a moment, and then agreed expressionlessly.
"Chief?!" The young man was rather agitated.
The old man said indifferently, "The so-called Dark Saintess is just a product that was cultivated for twenty years. We still have a few girls with such a body … Send it to him, and feed this fat pig. "
"Chief, Pride's greed is a bottomless abyss, we can't keep satisfying his demands!"
"I'm not dead yet." The Chief suddenly glared at the young man.
The young man's body was instantly thrown backwards, and crashed heavily into the metal wall … His body didn't slide down, but was pressed against the wall by an invisible force.
The young man felt as if all the blood in his body had stopped flowing, and the air around him seemed to have been sucked away … He was about to die!
The terrifying force disappeared in an instant, and the young man fell to the ground … His face was pale as he struggled to get up, and lowered his head, "I'll go now …"
After the young man left, the old man showed a hint of pain … The blood vessels in his brain seemed to have a life of their own, and were now pulsating rapidly.
The pulsating blood vessels densely covered his scalp, as if there were hundreds of worms buried in his scalp, and it was rather frightening.
After a while, the old man's abnormality gradually calmed down. He sighed weakly, and a hint of despair flashed through his eyes. He muttered to himself, "No matter how I strengthen, no matter how I modify, I still can't match this powerful spiritual force … Why, why did they give me this peerless spiritual force, but not give me a body that can withstand it …"
As soon as he finished speaking, a mouthful of thick black blood was directly vomited from his body.
The old man's face looked even weaker, like a flame that was about to be extinguished.
"Your body can't support it anymore." In the originally empty room, a low voice suddenly sounded, "I've tried all the methods, and I can already foresee your imminent death."
The old man didn't speak, and just kept silent. After a while, he said weakly, "Previously, you told me that a new church appeared in the continent of South America. The Pope called Buggy can resurrect the dead … "
"I've secretly sent out several groups of people, but they were all wiped out. This Buggy seems to be protected by a very powerful force, and there's no way to catch him in a short time. "
The old man was silent again, and then he said, "The mysterious Eastern … Alchemy of the monks?"
"Never step foot on the land of Chellona …" The low voice sounded again, "You want the Shinryū of Chellona to come here and destroy your territory?"
The old man slowly closed his eyes, as if he was recalling something. After a long time, he sighed and said, "Back then, if I was willing enough, the Radiance wouldn't have been able to suppress most of the opposition, and the coalition wouldn't have succeeded in the crusade. If … if [they] were still here … "
"Maybe [they] are still here, but you can't find [them]." The voice sounded again.
"[They] … [They] …" The old man shook his head, and his eyes were blurred. He looked at the screen — hundreds of screens that monitored almost all the places and important people of the Black Order. "Could it be that the powerful force that God has given me is only for my body to not be able to withstand it, and in the end, I'll die without doing anything?"
"Maybe there's another way." The voice sounded again.
"What way?!"
The old man suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he had grasped the last straw of hope. The powerful force that he called the psychic power filled the entire room at this time, and in an instant, all the instruments, decorations, and even the floor were shattered!
"I've received information that the traitorous Lamias have taken the initiative to contact us this time."
The voice was not affected by the old man's psychic power at all, and there was no fluctuation in the voice at all. "According to the last fragment transmitted by the Nautilus, we originally planned to capture Father Stella. His strength has even exceeded the level that we assessed … If it's Pride, he probably has a way to help you use Stella as a material to refine a body that can match your psychic power."
"No matter how strong Stella is, he's still just a human."
The old man instantly deflated like a balloon. "I've tried all the methods to strengthen the body … My body was once strong enough to withstand the explosion of a missile, but it's still not enough."
"What if, on top of Stella's foundation, you can pierce through the body of the Duke?" The voice at this time had a hint of madness. "Even, if you're crazy enough, you can also use the thing that you've been preparing for a hundred years as a material."
Hearing this, the old man's breathing suddenly quickened. The violent breathing caused his cerebral cortex to twitch violently again, and the blood vessels on his scalp surged wildly as if they would burst at any time.
"Can it really?!"
"Who knows." The voice gradually became fainter. "This is just an idea … However, why should we let the level of knowledge limit our imagination? You have to know that everything that seems impossible and will not appear, but will eventually come true, its origin is the unlimited imagination of humans. Moreover, you really don't have much time left, especially with your outburst just now. It has probably greatly shortened your pitiful life. "
"How much time do I have?" The old man suddenly calmed down, like a dried corpse.
"In hours." The voice slowly sounded. "You shouldn't have done it yourself and reversed the Holy Relic in order to push forward the plan … This has reduced your life from at least half a year to what it is now. Your spiritual power is really the strongest kind of power among humans, but it's a pity that you don't have a body that can match it. God is really fair. "
As the chief of the Black Order, how could he believe in this set of words?
The old man's face was terrifyingly silent … The terrible condition of his body was greatly beyond his expectations — he even suspected that the owner of the voice was lying to him.
However, the old man could clearly feel the smell of death that was getting stronger and stronger … Even if it was not as bad as what the voice said, it would not be any better.
Finally, after a long wait, the old man took a deep breath, as if he had given up and said in despair, "Take Plait … and take me, 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 Academy … the teachers' dormitory area.
The discipline master stood behind Lamias, trembling … At this time, he had no interest in paying attention to Lamias's extremely seductive body.
This woman actually had the guts to directly contact the representative of the Old Faction, Katarina, and … and she even used his communicator!
The man felt that his career was about to come to an end … He should not have squatted alone in Lamias's dormitory — how could he have known that this woman would be so crazy?!
Negotiation?
No … Lamias's tone when talking to Katarina was clearly not a negotiation, but a naked threat, a threat with no fear.
The discipline master could not figure out where Lamias got the confidence to directly face the higher-ups of the Black Order — or was it really as the announcement said, that Lamias had turned traitor, and was very likely to side with the Holy Church?
"If you want it back, then come … Otherwise, I will send it to the Holy Church. Of course, there is also the thing that you have been preparing for so many years … "Lamias put away the necklace in her hand," Although with my level, there is no way I can know the whole plan, but I think, even if it is just a little bit of information, the Holy Church will be happy to receive it. "
On the communicator, Lamias's face was terrifyingly dark. She was on the other side of the ocean far away, and before she could even say a word, the communicator had already been violently smashed into pieces by Lamias.
"Okay."
Lamias sat down on the chair and looked at the middle-aged, balding discipline master with great interest. She suddenly laughed and said, "Don't I still have classes today?"
This woman is crazy … This was the discipline master's only thought at this time — this woman is still in the mood to go to class after making a fuss about the Black Order?
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