Chapter 1591: unfair

Chapter 1591 is unfair
"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, you must get only a garbage that cannot be counted." !"
"Forget it, I am not in the mood to waste time here today! Go and prepare me a few toys and send them to my room... In addition, send me a female hound, I want pure white!"
The bloated body, like a worm, slowly walked out of the lab.
Known as Master Pride, he is the only person in the world who can use the singular power of "structural alchemy" to come from a different world - but in essence, Master Ply seems to be similar to humans.
At least, in the world, he is about the same as humans - at least he will be injured.
When the black master discovered the master of Plade, he was seriously injured - it was a dark night with a black wind, and the black master found the master of Plade on a hill.
At that time, he fell like a rock, and there was even a mountain fire in the place where it fell.
But even under the horrific impact, the master of Plade did not die - the people of the black sect, and even saw the master of Plade gradually recover from a smash of flesh and blood. The appearance of the person.
Although it looks very ugly.
"Is energy enough?"
In the research room, the core researchers of the Black Retreat can't help but be scared at this time - Master Pride may not know where it is, but they know.
Here is a nuclear power plant in the most powerful country in the world. The Black Retreat, along with the wave of immigration a hundred years ago, has also followed this desolate continent. In just a hundred years, even the hand has been extended. Various areas of this country.
Don't look at the people in this country who have more than 50% of the population. They are all believers of the Holy Church. The influence of the Holy Church here can even touch the degree of the country. But what really affects the country's major decision-making behind it is the repair meeting. Correct.
The Holy Church does not even know that the country with so many believers is the old nest of the Black Retreat. Because the Black Retreat is on the continent of Europe, there are too many strongholds.
It’s just that there are many strongholds on the continent of Europe, but there are not many elites to repair... So even if the repairs on the continent of Europe are smashed by the angels overnight, the black retreat only feels fear, essence. It did not hurt the vitality.
But after all, the angel has come, it is like the sword of Damocles hanging over the head, always reminding everyone in the seminar, if you still can't get the power to fight, I am afraid that it will be another hundred years, even Hundreds of years of stagnation...
The chief of the black sect, almost desperately satisfied all the unreasonable demands of Master Pride, just because the master of Pride can prepare the plan for a hundred years, and directly advance to the end. Stage!
Without the sudden appearance of the master of Plade, the black retreat will continue to crouch, slowly save the power, and continue to advance the centennial plan a little bit... the total length of the black retreat, asks itself to be a stable type, otherwise It is also impossible to develop the black meditation to the present level.
But people... people, once they see the shortcut, they can’t resist the convenience brought by the shortcut.
It is said that it is a century-old plan, but it is really necessary to look at the power of the Black Retreat. This century-old plan may be a 200-year plan, and a 250-year plan--the time is too long.
The chief of the black retreat may not be able to see the day when the plan finally yields results... All efforts will be turned into the sweetest fruit, waiting for the next chief to pick.
Perhaps the next general manager, perhaps the next general manager, who will use the power of this achievement to counter the Holy Church and ultimately succeed, and then become the hero of the history of the Black Congregation, the most brilliant glory will be Blessing on that person.
The incumbent chief is unwilling to give a hundred years of hard work to the later successors unselfishly... even if he does not know now, who will inherit his will in the future.
It doesn't matter, no matter who the future is, it doesn't matter. What's important is that he has already seen the hope of ending the 100-year plan ahead of time!
Pride's [structural alchemy]!
Surrounded by metal, in the room where the technology exploded, looking at the bloated and ugly back of Master Pride on the screen, an old man in a wheelchair in the room could not help but narrow his eyes.
The old man is extremely thin and thin, only the brain seems to be bigger than the average person - it is an old bald head.
His dead arm can even see the distribution of blood vessels - one of the blood vessels is now wrapped around the needle, and a few bags of liquid for infusion are placed next to the wheelchair.
"Total, this Pryder's request is getting too much! He is going to play the attention of the Dark Lady!" A young man said with a slight anger at the old man's side.
"Give him a go." The old man was silent for a moment, then agreed to it with a blank expression.

Total?!
The youth is quite excited.
The old man said indifferently: "The so-called dark saint is only a product that has been cultivated in 20 years. There are several girls who have such a physique... send it to feed the mouth of this fat pig.

"Total, Pride's greed is a bottomless abyss, we can't always meet his requirements!"
"I haven't died yet." The chief suddenly glanced at the young man.
The youth's body instantly slammed back and slammed into the metal wall... His body did not slip, but was pressed against the wall by an invisible force.
The youth only felt that the blood in the whole body seemed to stop flowing, and the air around it was like being evacuated... imminently dying!
The power of terror disappeared instantly, and the young man fell directly on the ground... His face was pale and he climbed up and lowered his head. "I will go here..."
After the youth left, the old man showed a bit of pain... The blood vessels in his brain seemed to have life, and he was beating fast.
The beating of the next, densely covered in his scalp, is like the scalp burying hundreds of bugs, quite scary.
For a while, the anomaly of the old man gradually subsided. He sighed weakly and flashed a desperate color in his eyes. He muttered to himself: "No matter how hardening, no matter how the transformation is done, it will never be possible. Matching this powerful spiritual power... Why, why did you give me this kind of peerless spirit, but I can't give it to my body..."
He finished, a thick black blood has vomited directly from the body.
The face of the old man looks even weaker, like the kind of fire that is going to be extinguished.
"Your body can't support it." In the empty room, suddenly a low voice sounded. "All the methods have been tried. I can foresee your coming death."
The old man did not speak, just silence, for a while, it is estimated that the gas is smooth, and he is weak and powerful: "Before, you told me that there is a new church on the continent of South America. The pope, called Baki, Can resurrect the dead..."
"I have secretly sent a few waves of people, and the whole army has been wiped out. This Baki's side seems to have a very powerful force to guard, and it is estimated that there is no way to catch him in a short time."
The old man is silent again, and then there is a saying: "Mysterious East... The alchemy of the monk?"
"Never step on the land of China..." The low 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, seemingly remembering something, and after a long time, he sighed: "In the past, if I was willing to give up, Hui Yao would have no way to suppress most of the opposition, and the coalition would not Crusade is successful. If... if [they] are still..."
"Maybe [they] are still there, but you can't find them." The voice rang again.
"[They]...[they]..." The old man shook his head, his eyes blurred, and he looked at the screen - hundreds of screens, almost supervising all the places where the black repairs are always important, important people, "Don't, God has given me this powerful power, and ultimately it just makes my body unable to withstand it, and die in vain?"
"Maybe there is another way." The voice rang again.
"any solution?!"
The old man suddenly widened his eyes, as if he had seized the last life-saving grass. He was called a powerful force of spiritual power. At this time, he was filled in the whole room, and all the instruments, furnishings, and even the floor were shattered in a flash!
"I received the information, and the rebellious Ramias took the initiative to contact us."
The voice was not affected by the mighty spiritual power of the old man, and the voice was not even undulating. "According to the last piece of the Nautilus, the Father Stella, who we were going to capture, even exceeded its power. The level we assess... If it is Pride, there is probably a way to help you use Stella as a material to rebuild a body that matches your mental strength."
"If Stella is strong, it is still only human."
The old man instantly felt like a deflated balloon. "I have tried all the methods of strengthening the body... My body, once strong enough to resist the explosion of missiles, is still not enough."
"If on the basis of Stella, how about the body piercing the public?" The voice now has a hint of madness: "Even if you are crazy enough, you can prepare you for a hundred years." Things are also considered materials."
The old man heard the words, and he quickly snorted, breathing vigorously, causing his cerebral cortex to re-emerge, and the blood vessels of the scalp seemed to burst wildly at any time.

Really?!

"Who knows." The voice gradually became ethereal. "This is just a concept... But why should we let the level of knowledge limit our imagination? You have to know that everything seems impossible, will not appear but eventually The realization of the thing, its origin is the unrestricted imagination of human beings. Moreover, your time is really not much, especially the outbreak of your previous, probably greatly shortened your pitiful life."
"How long will it take me?" The old man suddenly calmed down, like a dead body.
"In hours." The voice rang slowly: "You should not personally reinvent the holy relics in order to advance the plan... This will allow you to have at least half a year of life, reduced to the present. Your spiritual power It is really a powerful variety of human beings, but unfortunately it has not been able to have a body that can match it. It is true that God is fair."
As the chief of the black retreat, how can you believe in this rhetoric?
The old man's face was terribly silent... The bad situation of his body turned out to be greatly unexpected. He even suspected that the master of the voice was deceiving him.
But the smell of death is getting stronger and stronger, and the old man can really feel it clearly... Even if it’s not as bad as the hour in this voice, I’m afraid it’s not so good.
Finally, with a long wait, the old man took a deep breath, as if giving up and desperately said: "Bring up Plett... bring me, go... Britain."
"I wish you success, great chief."
The voice faded away, and the cough of the old man began to ring again. "Great... I will be great..."
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Britain, St. Andrews College... Teacher's apartment area.
The director of the training stood tremblingly behind Ramias... He was completely uninterested at this time to pay attention to the tempting body of Ramias.
This guy actually has the guts to directly contact the old representative Katrina, and ... and still use his communicator!
The man only feels that his career is over. He shouldn't be alone in the apartment of Ramias - how can he know that this woman is so crazy!
negotiation?
No... Ramias’s tone to Katrina’s voice is clearly not a negotiation, but a naked slogan, and there is no fear of it.
The director of the training really couldn’t figure out what Ramias had in the end, and it was straightforward to face the high-level of the church--or indeed, as the notice said, Ramias rebelled and even highly likely to rely on the Church. class?
"If you want to go back to it, then come on... Otherwise, I will send it to the church. Of course, there are things you have prepared for so many years..." Ramias will put a necklace on her hand. Received, "Although at my level, there is no way to know all about the entire plan, but I think that even if it is only a little bit of information, the Holy Church is very happy to receive it."
On the communicator, Katrina's face was dark and terrible. On the other side of the distant ocean, she couldn't even say a word. Ramias had violently hammered the communicator directly.
"All right."
Ramias sat directly in the chair and looked at the middle-aged people with great interest. Some bald-headed directors suddenly smiled and said, "Is there still a class to come today?"
This woman is crazy... This is the only thought in the director's heart at this time - this woman is clamoring for the retreat, and actually still have the mood to go to class?
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