Extraordinary pedigree

The Mole's soul seemed to be thrown into an endless abyss, and he felt as if he was sinking in an endless ocean.

His body was so heavy that he didn't even have the strength to move a finger. His whole body was wrapped in a strong sense of suffocation, making him almost give up struggling.

At this moment, a shocking scene unfolded before his eyes - a huge machine, a hundred meters high, suspended above the ocean.

This machine body is composed of countless gears, steam pumps, integrated circuits and turbines. Every part of it operates precisely, exuding breathtaking power.

What shocked Mole the most was the huge palm that the machine stretched out towards him.

That palm covered the sky and the sun, burning with blazing [Data Fire]. That flame was both the power of destruction and the source of creation.

Under the illumination of the flame, Mole felt as if his existence was completely ignited, and his consciousness reached an unprecedented clarity at that moment.

However, this feeling of detachment was instantly broken by an exclamation.

"ah--"

The Mole suddenly woke up from his dreamlike slumber. He looked around subconsciously, trying to confirm his position.

He found that he was still curled up on the original steps. He had obviously passed out on the steps just now, and all those shocking scenes were just a dream.

But this dream, to Mole, had an indescribable sense of reality. Every detail of the huge machine and every beat of the data fire were deeply imprinted in his memory.

He stood up slowly, his body still feeling weak from the dream.

"You're awake."

The familiar sound caused Mole to have a stress reaction, and he looked up towards the source of the sound.

I saw the blond young man looking down at him from the high steps, his golden eyes shining dazzlingly in the sun.

"You are...the Fire Thief."

His voice had an undisguised tremor.

Fire Thief, this name will be familiar to anyone who studies machinery and technology.

It represents breaking through tradition, challenging the established order, stealing the authority of the God of all opportunities, the blasphemer from the abyss (the kingdom of heaven) - Hugh Abraham.

Ever since Xia Xiu returned from his business trip to the Iberian Sea, the mechanical cultists in the Daevite Empire began to call him the Fire Stealer.

This title was quite popular on the external network headed by Abnormal Genealogy, so when he heard Mole say his name, he couldn't help but make fun of him.

"It seems that you have climbed over the [Wall of Sighs] a lot and surfed the external abnormal network... Oh, I should say that you went outside to collect information."

While speaking, he also noticed Mole's sweaty palms and slight trembling all over, so he smiled and comforted:

"Don't be afraid. After all, I'm a little different from other [Crowned Ones]. I sprinkled a little bit of cognitive influence on my portrait. So, even if other people see my photos, if their own level of thaumaturgy and spirituality If you are not tall enough, it will be difficult to remember me; and people who can remember me may not be able to recognize me when they see me in person."

[The crowned ones] are already apostles on earth, and they all have the ability to "perceive whatever is spoken."

And everything related to them will be contaminated with [elements]. As long as they want, they can give people who have seen their photos a little [elements impact].

As the most famous "Crown" in the Kingdom of Heaven, Xia Xiu gave him a nickname, and many people spread his portraits and photos crazily.

After all, even if the [Crown] can hit people along the network line, as long as the base of the discussion, the network line is messy enough, and the level of the thaumaturge responsible for starting the momentum is high enough, a small [Element Impact] can be diluted in an instant.

As for those who cannot be diluted - they are still on the pedigree network, and they deserve to be killed.

Since Xia Xiu was promoted to [Crown One], he has had a lot of experience with "Everything said can be felt".

To put it in his own words, this ability is like targeting those who are of a lower level than himself and are regulated - [people nearby].

If someone mentions him, or comes into contact with his portrait, he will be added to the directory of [nearby people], and depending on the level of personal thaumaturgy, their specific data displayed in the directory will be different. .

Just like an ordinary person, Xia Xiu can click on [Nearby People] to see his specific location or watch a real-time live broadcast. If he spends the power of [Vashak]'s elements, he can even find out the other person's last three Ten days of "action".

And as long as he wants to, he can activate [Element Impact] according to his perception.

For those with a slightly higher level of thaumaturgy, they can only see the approximate location, and the specific information cannot be found.

However, Xia Xiu can still launch [Elemental Impact] on it at will.

However, he is a kind-hearted person, but he just sprinkled hundreds of millions of bits of [Crown Blessing·Gestalt Collapse], [Crown Blessing·Weak Thought Influence] on the information about himself...

Under normal circumstances, people who have seen his photos have been affected by his Meme virus.

Some people may remember his appearance, some may not remember his appearance...

However, no matter whether you remember it or not, you only need to meet him in person.

Even if Xia Xiu does nothing, the [weakened sense of presence] everywhere around him will be induced by those whose seeds were planted by the Meme virus.

As a second-stage thaumaturge, Mole must be able to remember Xia Xiu's appearance. After all, the other party is the director of the Administration and the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven.

However, he still didn't recognize his boss at the first moment, and if it weren't for Xia Xiu's contact [weakened sense of presence], he wouldn't have had any chance to discover him.

"I'll give you five minutes to calm down. When you calm down, we can talk again."

Xia Xiu's gentle words rang in his ears, like an amiable big brother next door.

However, Mole's heart felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, and it was bitingly cold.

"The killing intention triggered by fear, and then the killing intention drives the behavior of one's own will..." He trembled to himself in his heart.

As a mechanical believer in the Maxwell Sect, Mole has always used logic and science as his guide for action, believing in the absoluteness and purity of the mechanical way.

However, the experience just now made him deeply aware that his reaction in the midst of extreme fear and confusion was completely out of logic and self-control. His behavior seemed to be controlled by some invisible force and acted according to established procedures. This experience was undoubtedly a huge impact on him, who always regarded himself as rational.

He was manipulated like...a puppet on strings.

The blond young man with a bright smile in front of him has an indescribable magical nature.

This kind of demonic nature is not evil, but a kind of power and charm beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding, which makes people both awe-inspiring and unable to extricate themselves.

The mole felt like he was being drawn into an unknown and mysterious whirlpool. Even though he felt deep uneasiness and fear in his heart, he couldn't resist the urge to explore and get closer.

Crisis is risk!

Thinking of this, the mole started to act.

He stepped closer to Xia Xiu, feeling filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

He felt that every step he took was like stepping on thin ice, fearing that it would completely break if he was not careful, putting himself in an irreversible situation.

The mole, walking on thin ice, finally reached its destination.

He finally stood three steps down from Xia Xiu. His posture was low-key and respectful, as if a courtier was paying his deepest respect to his king.

In front of Xia Xiu, Mole seemed to have a brainstorm in his heart. Various thoughts and topics flashed through his mind. He tried hard to find a question that could express his concerns without causing misunderstanding.

In the end, he chose a relatively safe topic:

"How long have I been asleep?"

When this question blurted out, Mole couldn't help but feel a little regretful. He felt that this question might seem too simple or even ridiculous, but considering his actions just now - trying to crack [Adam] and attacking the director - he thought it was A question that caused relatively little further embarrassment.

"Fifteen minutes." Xia Xiu's answer was concise and clear, but there was no blame or severity in his tone, instead there was a hint of amusement in his tone.

He changed the topic easily: "I think we should talk about other topics, such as your deciphering of [Adam], how about it?"

Mole felt the sweat on his forehead getting denser, and Xia Xiu's sudden question made his nervousness rise again.

Xia Xiu then asked: "How many verifications, security restrictions and other forms of protection mechanisms have you bypassed?"

Mole struggled in his heart. He knew that his behavior had touched the bottom line of the administration and might even affect his career and even his life.

Driven by this complicated emotion, Mole chose to confess: "I...I bypassed the three-layer verification mechanism. I tried two more layers just now, but failed."

He lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Xia Xiu's eyes, feeling uneasy about the upcoming evaluation or punishment.

"Three-layer verification mechanism..." Xia Xiu rubbed his chin, "Do you know how many layers of verification mechanism Adam has?"

Mole answered honestly, "I only know that there are a thousand and one verification mechanisms at the outermost level of the peripheral genealogy, which is the rumored "One Thousand and One Nights" of heaven."

"It seems that the Mechanical Church has a very good understanding of the heavenly genealogy, and it seems that they also want to complete the reverse engineering of the heavenly genealogy."

Xia Xiu joked with a smile.

Then he looked at the Mole.

First, he looked at the metal prosthesis on the opponent's left hand, and then looked at the decreasing [time scale] on the opponent's right hand with great interest.

His eyes turned pure white as snow in an instant, as if they could penetrate all appearances and reach the essence of things.

When his eyes fell on the [Time Scale] on Mole's right hand, an unspeakable malice peered back at him.

Twenty years.

This is the remaining lifespan of the mole.

The numbers on the [Time Scale] are not only a cold life countdown, but also an invisible shackles that tightly bind the mole.

This kind of power is full of blasphemy and distortion of the essence of life. It is not a simple prediction of death, but a kind of despair and fear deeply implanted in the soul.

In Xia Xiu's eyes, what is hidden behind these numbers is a continuous and deep corrosion of time and life, a malice that even miracles cannot shake.

This malice is like a tentacle growing out of the deepest darkness, twisting and twisting, trying to swallow up all the light of life.

He could feel that every passing second on the [time scale] was an erosion of the mole's soul, a silent curse that kept whispering in his ears, telling stories about doom and despair.

"Red King..."

Xia Xiu whispered in his heart. He had faced that kind of boundless evil more than once.

On the other side, when Xia Xiu's eyes fell on Mole's right hand [Time Scale], he felt a hot pain coming from his right hand, like a branding iron engraved on his body and soul.

His eyes were fixed on the constantly flowing numbers on his right wrist, as if he was looking for some kind of answer or relief in the flow.

[Time scale]…

Just paused! ?

When that moment of pause appeared, his heart was in chaos.

The pause was so brief that it was almost elusive. It was like a release and a deeper bondage.

The Mole tried to understand this phenomenon, but found that his understanding of time seemed to become blurred and uncertain.

Did that moment of stopping really happen?

Or was it just a delusion in his agony and fear?

As time flows again, the burning pain begins to gradually subside, but the shock and uneasiness that remains in my heart are like a tide that is difficult to calm down. Mole's eyes moved from his wrist to Xia Xiu, his eyes full of excitement.

"I see, this is what you want." Xia Xiu looked at Mole who looked at him excitedly.

His voice was low and powerful. He reached out his hand and gently stroked the top of the mole's head, feeling his body trembling slightly with excitement.

His words were filled with understanding and compassion.

"Whether it's going to a foreign country, or joining the Bureau, and deciphering Adam, it's all for this..."

"You want to liberate the Daevite Empire?"

This question seems to be not only an inquiry to the mole, but more like a declaration to the entire world.

Yes, he wants to liberate the Daevite Empire. The Mole roared deep in his soul.

"You...you can break the curse of the Book of Time." He looked at Xia Xiu excitedly.