Trafford’s Trading Club

There is no doubt that the hybrid who calls himself Morpheus is a young man with a weak will.

In the process of creating hybrids by the Holy See, due to the differences in hybrid individuals, some hybrid warriors often need to rely on drugs to control them.

Morpheus is one of those guys who needs to use drugs to maintain his mental stability.

In general, this guy's psychological material is extremely poor, and his ability to withstand stress is almost zero. He has a sensitive physique. After a little digging, he will be very honest.

As a mixed-blood warrior, Morpheus undoubtedly knows many extremely secret things, such as the truth about the true ancestor of the vampires who invaded the Holy See fifteen years ago.

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"Arrangement?" [Yuliya] was stunned at this time and said suspiciously: "You mean, it seems to be like in the Holy Land Book World... that kind of power of destiny?"

Medanzo shook his head and said uncertainly: "I can't tell clearly, maybe it's just...an illusion."

Could it be the boss?

[Yulia] secretly thought in her mind, but did not say it in front of Metanzo. For her, after experiencing many book worlds, Metanzo's identity as a [senior] has long been in doubt.

But until now, she still insisted on calling Metanzo as "Senior".

This is a strange friendship born after experiencing too much... Can you believe it?

"Yulia." Medanzo said abruptly at this time: "Do you think that the original destruction was because the original humans tried to create [Wansu], which ultimately led to the destruction of the original world?"

[Yuliya] frowned and said, "But wasn't our previous speculation that the Void Demon was invading?"

Medanzuo pondered and said: "You can first create [Mother Ore], which will cause the entire world to be sucked dry. When the power of the world is no longer maintained and the space becomes extremely fragile, it will give the Yuan Demon in the void a chance. "

[Yuliya] shook her head and said: "Senior, we have all seen the power of the royal family... If you have that kind of power to control destiny, would you still create [Wansu]?"

"I thought of a guy." Metanzor suddenly raised his eyes and said, "He doesn't have the power of [Sunday], and it's possible for him to do such a thing."

"You mean, [Huang] Prince?" [Yuliya]'s eyes widened.

Medanzo nodded slightly.

"How could that guy..." [Yulia] took a deep breath, "No, if it's really that bitch, he might dare!"

"The trapper said that the last pope of the Holy See was named Cicero." Medanzo said again at this time.

[Yuliya] subconsciously rubbed her bangs and said with a wry smile: "Why is he still here?"

"This should be the very late timeline of the original world." Medanzo said thoughtfully at this time.

[Yuliya] nodded, "Yes, after all, those bodies are still hanging in the square outside."

【Sunny】, Armored Kaz, Toadaro...

In the square where the [Divine Blessing Holy See] headquarters was originally located, the bodies of those people have dried... What does this mean? This means that in the real original world, the prototypes of these people are probably no longer there.

"It would be great if I could find the pages of the book in the last world." Medanzo shook his head: "Even if I just glanced at a line...some important things were skipped in the middle."

At this time, [Yulia] has been paying attention to the battle between Cain and Isabel through the monitor on the arm armor... At this time, the battle turned out to be one-sided.

It turned out to be Cain, who beat up a group of people without using the [Wansu] Fruit!

Moreover, Cain's fighting style reminded [Yulia] of the legendary [Emperor Kai] from the Holy Land Book World. He was also fighting with his body and was just as powerful.

"Senior, by the way, is this person named Cain?"

"Don't ask me." Medanzo smiled bitterly, "My brain is about to explode now, let alone the name Cain... Do you know who the current Pope is?"

"Elohim?" [Yulia] subconsciously said: "What's wrong with this name?"

Medanzo grabbed his hair at this time, his eyes surging, as if he was afraid, but also as if he was afraid, and more as if he was at a loss, "That is [His] name..."

"he?"

"Master of the Kingdom of Heaven..."

"How could it be!"

"Do you know what this means?" A look of horror appeared on Metanzo's face at this time, as if he had been on the verge of some kind of mental collapse.

[Yuliya] couldn't help but feel horrified and said in a trembling voice: "What...what is it?"

"We know that the original is the starting point of everything." Medanzo's voice became more and more unstable, like a madman, "Everyone who enters the dimensional void will feel a call... It makes But we are looking for the original!”

[Yulia] nodded subconsciously.

Metanzo suddenly grabbed her arms at this time, "If what the [Book of Gaia] describes is an incomplete fragment of the original, the people here once lived in the original, you Do you know what this means?"

In an instant, [Yuliya] turned pale!

Metanzo screamed: "The original is the starting point. In the original, there is the person Elohim... What the hell is this?! What is the master of the kingdom of heaven! The master of the kingdom of heaven is theoretically completed. [Unified]! What’s the result? The result is that [He] has an earlier starting point!”

"Stop...stop talking, stop talking..."

"Us!" Medanzuo held up his hands and took a few steps back feebly, as if mocking, and said faintly: "Maybe it's just...another kind of [Fake Soul]. Our essence is [Fake Soul], but It has been sublimated to the level of [True Soul]."

"Stop talking!" [Yulia] screamed, covering her ears directly, "Medanzo! That's enough!"

One of them was terrified, the other was in a state of collapse. They stared at each other intently, trying to find some peace in their hearts.

a long time.

Medanzo breathed out slowly and said with a sad smile: "I...really am not the Dark Soul Messenger."

"I know." [Yuliya] responded faintly, "My name is not Yulia...my name is, my current name is, Nan Xiaonan. I know who I am and what I want. Know what drives me, know, know, know everything about myself.”

Medanzo looked at Nan Xiaonan deeply, "Newcomer, I want to meet Elohim face to face. Can you help me?"

Nan Xiaonan breathed out slowly and frowned: "Having said that, don't you think this request of yours is very shameless? You have also seen Cain's strength. If you and I get together now, there is a risk of death. What's the difference? Is your lightsaber strong enough, or is my cannon powerful enough?"

Medanzuo was silent for a while, then suddenly bowed deeply to Nan Xiaonan without saying anything or showing any pretense.

He turned and left, heading towards the terrible battlefield.

The back figure was about to disappear in front of her eyes... Nan Xiaonan's face was gloomy and uncertain, and until Medanzo's back was completely invisible, she still stayed where she was.

Miss Nan breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the ground, with large fonts.

"I'm just afraid of death... What's wrong with being afraid of death?"

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A mouthful of rich, almost black blood spilled from the corner of Asaches's mouth.

His vision was a little blurry, and he subconsciously wiped the blood off his lips... mainly because he couldn't waste it.

Because he was always hungry, Count Rose would beat him to death without taking a sip of blood unless necessary. He was indeed a stunted and anemic vampire.

"It's really a monster, how powerful it is!"

He stood up slowly, wanting to give it another try, but his legs refused to obey him and he began to tremble.

Asaches could only watch as Cain held Naraku's head in one hand, raised it up, and then punched Naraku's chest one after another.

Although they are both mixed-race, the gap is so huge... Naraku, has probably lost consciousness?

His hands dropped limply.

Isabel, who could only stand in front of her with her sword tied at this time... Morrigan fell not far away and struggled several times but failed to turn over.

In terms of this absolute gap, there is not much resistance to the ability of the [Wansu] fruit. In the final analysis, [Wansu] can only create matter, and there is no way to directly improve their individual power.

"What else can be conjured?"

Azashes once again held the [Wansu] fruit.

A powerful bomb?

But wouldn’t Cain hide away? This guy can even ignore mithril weapons!

magma?

Cain, with his full strength, can even withstand the high temperature of magma... He has already tried it.

As for the method of creating gas explosions by creating different gases, he had also thought that this would be the same as death, and he didn't know whether Cain would be able to survive it.

Is there really no solution?

Clary...should have taken a good hiding place. She is no longer suitable for such a battle.

Asaxes was thinking a lot at this time. At the moment of life and death, his brain was extremely active, and it was actually easy to get distracted. For example, right now, he suddenly wanted to drink a glass of ice-cold girl's blood.

I really want to... I really want to suck Clary's blood...

Mr. Asaches suddenly shuddered. He was alarmed by his own thoughts. He knew that his body was obviously at a low point due to the successive injuries and the consumption of huge physical strength. It came from the instinct of a vampire. It has started to get out of control.

At this moment, the already dim [Wansu] fruit in his hand suddenly flickered.

In front of Asaches, a glass with even a thin layer of frosty blood... appeared.

Azaches's throat shook subconsciously, his lips trembled and opened, and the blood-sucking fangs slowly protruded from his lips.

"Use [Wan Su] to obtain blood and replenish your physical strength. You should have done this a long time ago, Earl Rose." At this moment, a figure appeared in front of Asaches...looking down at him: Cain.

Unexpectedly, Asaxes suddenly reached out and slapped his hand that was reaching for the cup, and even knocked the cup over, letting the blood flow into the ground.

"Don't you suck blood?" Cain said calmly.

"There's no sense of ceremony, don't drink!" Asaches gritted his teeth. It was just a thought. A cup filled with Clary's blood appeared in front of him. There was no soul at all!

What a waste!

At this moment, Asaxes suddenly wanted to slap himself again.

He didn't want to really bite Clary, but he couldn't bear the instinctive impulse. Isn't it a compromise to implement it through [Wan Su]?

"Do you feel it?"

"Feel... something." Azaches exhaled heavily, put his hands on his knees, and finally stood up straight.

"The terrifying thing about [Wansu]." Cain said calmly at this time: "Its pervasiveness and irresistible temptation. This time you relied on your own will to refuse blood-sucking, but what about next time? The third time ... Countless times in the future, do you have the confidence to say no?"

Asaches couldn't help but remain silent.

He suddenly made a very strange move.

I saw him putting his hand on his chest, lightly clenching his fist, as if he was grabbing something, and even closed his eyes.

"Please listen to my confession..."

The voice was intermittent, weak, but firm.

Cain frowned subconsciously. He seemed to instinctively resist Asaches' voice of repentance... At this time, what else is there to repent for?

Cain slowly raised his hand. At this time, Azaches could solve the problem with just a casual blow.

However, at this moment, a weak voice made this extremely powerful hybrid suddenly stop attacking... That was the voice from Elohim.

"you're awake?"

"I want... to listen, for some reason... to let him say..."

Cain was not sure whether the old man was really awake at this time, but he would do his best to fulfill all the old man's wishes.

Small, or great...everything.

"Please listen to my confession..."

Azaches's expression was completely solemn, and he even slowly knelt down on the ground and lowered his head.

"Lord, I am guilty..."

"Many, many sins..."

"I saw so many signs..."

"Those, what I want to see..."

"I fight... because of hatred and despair..."

"it's me……"

"Let people believe that God allows them...to fight for their ideals..."

Feng Yang, Azaches's voice seemed to have become some kind of symbol. In the palm of his hand, a touch of holy light grew from weak to strong... even dazzling.

Cain subconsciously waved his hand to block the dazzling light, but Elohim's gradually dimming eyes gradually regained some of their vitality.

In the distance, listening to Asaches' confession at this time and feeling the radiance emerging from his palm, the weapon that Isabel was holding suddenly fell down.

"This is..." She turned pale and knelt down weakly on the ground. Unable to control herself, she shed a tear. "The Saint of Liberty's last confession..."

It was a kind of sadness that seemed to be imprinted deep in the soul... anger, humiliation, and despair.

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At this moment, Cain punched the light and said, "That's enough!"

However, the holy light released from Asaxes' hand directly blocked Cain's fist! This self-confident hybrid couldn't help but show a hint of alarm at this moment!

Azashes's confessional voice did not stop.

"I am very proud."

"I... am also very stubborn."

"Selfish."

"cruel."

A ray of light covered Asaches's body.

It was a shadow of a girl's confession...

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