Chapter 426 LX The Peak of Power

Chapter 426 LX. The Peak of Power

One minute later.

In the underground laboratory.

The three Swords of Time had died suddenly, and the ground was covered with blood.

Ragran was breathing heavily.

"What? I'm still quite good at fighting."

Ragran shook the blood off the switchblade.

The warlock apprentice was stunned, because he greatly underestimated the importance that Akaza attached to Ragran. His teacher... indeed regarded Ragran as a lifelong partner.

It can be said that they were close friends, which was the first time in so many years.

It is conceivable that.

The anti-kidnapping special training Ragran received could indeed deal with several intelligence personnel, Steve Rogers, generally referred to as Little Ragran.

He was the real Captain Amei Rika.

But the Sword of Time.

The gap between him and the agents on Earth is not a little bit.

Those agents have no technology support, and they are only good at fists, knives, and axes. They can only be gold-level adventurers at best. The damn Wolf Warrior has a talisman bonus, so just give him an honorary level.

Raglan is indeed crazy. After all, he has hardly gone out for so many years. Not to mention fighting, he has never done any physical work.

As a science and engineering man, he occasionally watches some popular TV series.

He thinks that the so-called hall-level adventurer is just a little bit strong and has fancy methods. In fact, it is similar to the Mountain and the Red Viper. There is no Professor X, Magneto, Xiaolu, failed Man, Emperor Zhoujie, and Venom Devourer in this world.

Raglan's body was transformed by Akasa. Now this body has excellent comprehensive qualities. Now he can fight all day long.

The Sword of Time is not enough for me to fight alone.

The cognition stops there.

Those who can be sent to this operation are also the top masters in the Sword of Time. Let alone Raglan, even if the Sword King comes, it will probably take a lot of effort to deal with three of them.

Raglan did hold out for a few rounds, but was chopped into a retard.

Blood gushed out of his body, his skin was torn, and there were wounds everywhere.

Fortunately, the opponent was quite rational and did not kill him, but only captured him alive.

However.

Akaza cast an extremely powerful spell on Raglan, which was activated at the critical moment, as if it would kill anyone who touched him.

The black spell on Raglan's arm was still wriggling at this time, and the power of the spell was searching for people who were hostile to Raglan, and the invisible edge burst out.

The three people of the Sword of Time were not chopped to death at all, but were instantly shattered into a bloody mess by the majestic spell power.

Raglan also looked at his left arm and knew that it was Akaza's method that allowed him to overcome this difficulty.

"What should we do now?"

As the warlock apprentice who supervised Lagran, he actually asked for Lagran's opinion at this time. Although Lagran himself could not beat the Sword of Time at all, it was all based on the spell inscriptions, but Lagran still showed the qualities of a qualified warrior without any fear.

The sword wound on Lagran's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the blood remained on the surface of his body.

"Hmm..."

Lagran pondered for a while. Akaza was a wonderful person. He was often away. Now the situation was urgent and he could not be relied on, but he was also a favorite of the emperor.

The person with the most power he could think of was the president of the Alan National Bank.

"It's a small problem. I'll make a phone call and let Cicero know. If they knew that the New City Industrial Zone, such an important project, was going to stagnate with so much investment, those people would jump up and down."

Ragran, who had a Cold War mentality, knew how to play politicians and check and balance them.

He walked to the desk and started dialing with a rotary dial phone, calling Cicero's office directly, and his assistant would transfer the call to him.

The warlock apprentice only had one feeling at this time, that Lagran was a true god, with too much knowledge and courage, and the phone in his hand was also made by him.

Resource struggle Speaking of the Matthew effect, Lagran realized that the Great Purge must continue, even if the people who came with him were students and some branch teachers, with average level, but more than enough compared to here.

Originally, I didn't plan to continue, but now it seems that in order to maintain my irreplaceable status in the royal court, the Dark Matter Research Institute can be successfully pulled up.

Unfortunately, although Lagran didn't want to do this, those guys were not aware of devoting themselves to science, so I could only send them off myself.

Sharon, List, the Atomic Heart Church, Minister Pedan, and the high-ranking people of the Holy Spirit Church, all deserved to die. No one knew whether they would jump to the Emperor and grab Lagran's job.

Akaza knew that Lagran was the most capable person and would support him unconditionally, and the demands were the same.

But the Emperor's demands are different from Lagrande's. The Emperor does not need a dark matter research institute or the most advanced technology. He only needs industrial innovation. There are many people who can do this, and too many people can replace Lagrande.

And the world is heading for absurdity.

These people must serve as the bricks and stones of the physics temple and dedicate themselves to science, so that the world can progress.

The phone was connected.

"Hello, is this General Cicero's office? I am the general manager of the New City Industrial Zone, Lagrande, there are some things... I need to talk to the general."

Lagrande did not understand why the president was called the general by those people. He did not have time to understand the little things in Alan's history, so he just followed the crowd.

At this moment.

It was raining heavily outside the church.

Sharon, as the priest of the industrial zone, had become a nominal position.

The original intention of the Church was to let Sharon preach to the workers in the industrial zone and perform sacrificial ceremonies every week.

However, now the workers in the industrial zone are all engineers, not civilians, and engineers are also soldiers, although their ranks are forced to rise.

The emperor said that Aran has freedom of belief, except for the army.

The army must be atheist, otherwise it will be considered a violation of discipline and be expelled from the army. In serious cases, they must even apologize.

And Sharon is dealing with something that she can't do at all as a woman, that is, controlling Lagran, and she is waiting for the reply of the Sword of Time.

The pressure on her has never been so great as recently. If she had the opportunity to choose, she would rather not come to Aran, and stay in Wadiniya and live with the big sister of the sand bandits.

This kind of life is really too tormenting.

Now it's past the agreed time, and it's the Sword of Time's people... failed.

With her ability, she can't handle this at all, so she has to brave the heavy rain. With her status as a priest, she already has a private driver to take her to the church to find Marcus.

Soon.

Sharon arrived at the church, her hair soaked.

There was not only Marcus in the church, but also... another man.

After some negotiations.

On this day, not only Sharon was under great pressure, but Marcus was also a little collapsed. Both things made him feel like he was in a quagmire.

And Sharon...

She didn't understand what kind of man Zote was.

"Just let me do it! Railway... Yes, railway! I thought of it! Marcus... I will help you solve this mess, and then I will make the plan of the Holy See to open churches along the railway a success."

Zote was full of weird excitement, one hand on Marcus' shoulder, under the stained glass blessing light and swaying candlelight, the face scratched by the giant beast was extremely gloomy.

It was like the voice of a ghost.

"Let's return to the peak of power together!"

Zote even said in a daze.

These four words seemed to have some magic.

Marcus's tone trembled and he exhaled a long breath.