Extraordinary pedigree

Buzz——

The sky above the battlefield in Whispering Square was suddenly immersed in a suffocating silence.

Darkness began to gather, a chill filled the air, and then, a huge shadow form slowly emerged.

From the night spear in Eric's hand, curling tendrils of darkness began to spread, twisting and rotating, emitting a strange purple aura.

The purple light surrounding these tendrils shines with ominous light, and in the core of this darkness, purple eyeballs appear from time to time, as deep as the abyss, watching everything on the battlefield.

These dark tendrils stretch out like living creatures, and every movement is full of brutal power and oppressive terror.

Every creature they touch, whether friend or foe, feels a bone-deep coldness and an irresistible sinking feeling, as if swallowed by eternal darkness.

When the darkness is completely formed, the entire battlefield seems to be dominated by this terrifying dark power.

Eric stood at the center of this force, holding the Night Spear. His face was no longer tired and pale, but was replaced by an almost saint-like calmness and determination.

His eyes were cold, like the coldest predator in the abyss, ready to use his power to destroy all obstacles in front of him.

The troops of the Administration had to stop their progress in the face of this sudden dark force. Many black-robed officers were trapped by this invisible fear, and their suppressed exclamations and whispers came from the dark night.

On the other side of the battlefield, Lyra Dreamweaver became the embodiment of light.

Golden light surged out of her body like liquid gold, covering her whole body in dazzling holy light.

This light not only covered her body, but also formed three slender ribbons of light. They danced in the air, flowing with soft but intense brilliance.

Laila's footsteps lifted off the ground and rose slowly. After a brief pause, her figure hovered steadily in the air, like the brightest star in the sky.

Under her, Eric, the head of the Shadow Weaver family, turned into a terrifying existence in the abyss. The two formed a sharp contrast: one was the aloof Holy Light Messenger, and the other was the shadow master in the abyss. Laila's light and Eric's dark tendrils complement each other, like a duel between angels and devils. Together they form a landscape that cannot be ignored on the battlefield.

[High-risk meme effect spread detected——]

[Sanity value is too low! ]

[Sanity value is too low! ]

[Sanity value is too low! ]

The frontline think tank [Adam] urgently adjusted tactics. Most of the black-robed operators began to retreat slowly, and a larger torrent of steel was approaching.

Among them were the Mole who was driving the Titan and the Blue Bull who was bleeding all over.

"Qingniu, prepare for the final assault. I will use the fire given by the director to hold them two down. There is only less than a minute left. When I activate the fire, you can use it to seize the two of them. The last portal." Mole in the cockpit said to Qingniu through the genealogy channel.

"Well, this distance is enough."

Qing Niu nodded, then took off his tactical helmet and looked at the two abnormal figures floating in the sky. At this moment, the Mem pollution emitted by them was increasing exponentially, so when he took off his tactical helmet , his eyes began to shed tears involuntarily.

"The beasts inside me are craving for food..."

This is what Evan Rowell, the special operator Ao Niu and the recipient of divine grace, said.

"Then, let's begin!"

The mole did not hesitate to activate the fire, the god of all opportunities, that resided in his body.

Buzz——

“Gods, descending from above,

The sky rains down justice;

The ground cracks and yields salvation,

Let righteousness take place together;

This is all created by Om Messiah. "

Wow~~

When the "Ohm Messiah's Fire" was activated, the blue data flame was like a surging tide, quickly covering every war machine on the battlefield.

The solid shell of the Titan-class heavy war mech began to flash with irregular data flow patterns. The surrounding [Punisher I Soul Tank], [Street Fighting Beast] spiritual armored vehicle and [Basilisk] self-propelled artillery and other mechanical The surface is also surrounded by the same blue flames.

The first is the heavy turret of the [Punisher Type I Soul Tank]. They slowly disintegrate into independent armor plates and gun barrels. With the sound of mechanical clicking, these parts are pulled by invisible forces and move towards the Titan's right arm. They docked accurately in the air, forming a huge cannon arm. The barrel adjusted its position slightly and was ready to fire.

Then there are the swift mechanical arms of the [Street Fighting Beast] spiritual armored vehicles, and their agile silhouettes. These parts break down into multiple joints and robotic arms, which assemble in the air in a precise mechanical dance and attach to the Titan's left side, forming a powerful melee weapon set with astonishing striking power.

The long-barreled turret and high-pressure shell storage compartment of the [Basilisk] self-propelled artillery are assembled on the back of the Titan.

These parts are reassembled in the air to form a huge firepower platform, and the barrel can rotate 360 ​​degrees to provide devastating fire support in any direction.

The Titan's solid armor began to mutate, and the surrounding war machines, such as the [Punisher Type I Soul Tank] and the [Street Fighting Beast], were also surrounded by the same flames, and their components disintegrated into countless parts, such as gears. , pistons, cranks and steam pipes...

[Giant Messiah (Type I)——]

Within seconds, these parts merged into a giant war god - the Titan Messiah.

This 30-meter-high mechanical giant has a Titan-class war mecha as its core and a combination of various war weapons, forming an unprecedented combat structure.

Boom——

Its legs are as solid as a rock, and its steps are firm and powerful. Every step it takes is accompanied by slight vibrations on the ground.

There is no nonsense. After completing the [Fusion], the Steel Seal Priest raised his hand in the classic starting gesture of the Mechanical Cult. This move was also a skill that Xia Xiu "learned" when he was in the Earth's Core Civilization.

Buzz!

Buzz! !

Buzz! ! !

[The machine god roars——]

The chest device of the Titan Messiah suddenly lit up, and a dazzling beam of light focused out, pointing directly at the two family heads in front.

boom--

This beam concentrates all available energy, with enough brightness and heat to incinerate anything in its path.

At the same time, the two family heads showed no signs of weakness and released their ultimate power.

The tentacles of the head of the Shadow Interweaver family were like messengers of the night, releasing rolling waves of dark energy. These black dead lights met the beams of light, tearing the night sky apart and creating a violent energy conflict.

The incarnation of the Holy Light transformed by the owner of the Dream Weaving House was waving a huge lightsaber. The sword light falling from the sky cut through the clouds and slashed at the giant god with the power of judgment.

The impact of the two forces caused an unprecedented release of energy. The surrounding air was instantly evaporated by the ultra-high temperature, and the dust on the ground was rolled up to form a huge mushroom cloud.

Rumble——————————

The shock wave swept across the battlefield, and even the fortifications and combat units in the distance felt the shock of this force.

When the mushroom cloud disappeared, the air on the battlefield seemed to have solidified.

Pfft~

Pfft~

The mechanical roar of countless combat machines seemed particularly harsh in an instant.

The Titan Messiah, this huge mechanical giant that has just begun to show its power on the battlefield, sparks are flying from the gaps between its parts, the cannon holes are overheated due to continuous firing, and the oozing oil is mixed with the smell of hot metal. The smell of gunpowder smoke enveloped the entire battlefield.

The endless tentacles transformed by Eric have slowly lost their former flexibility and strength. Now they hang low, like withered plants, swinging feebly in mid-air.

And Leila Dreamweaver, whose golden light was once as dazzling as the sun, has now become dim. Her three ribbons of light, which had once danced in the sky with splendid splendors of light, now looked broken and frail.

Suddenly, Eric's tentacles quickly stretched out into a seemingly empty space, his eyes full of fear and despair.

At this moment, an invisible force of terror surged out of the void, as if it struck directly from the unknown abyss. There, the air began to twist, as if being torn apart by some invisible gravity, forming a tiny but bottomless black hole.

"Impossible! How could he appear here..." Eric's voice was full of panic.

In front of the gate of the plane, Qing Niu didn't know when and where he appeared.

At this moment, the surrounding space was subtly distorted, as if all light was converging on Qing Niu.

Qing Niu's image began to undergo drastic changes. The surface of his body was gradually covered with countless eyes, each eye flashing with a cold light, peeping at everything around him.

These eyes are not only a symbol of vision, but also a reflection of their ability to hunt across time and space.

The surrounding space seemed to respond to these eyes, beginning to undulate, as if time and space itself became bendable and malleable under their gaze.

[Those who receive divine grace and powerful blessing——]

"Second Legion: Stalkers from across angles!" 』

The six hundred and sixty-sixth legion marched forward carrying Evan Rowell.

"No……"

As Qing Niu stepped forward, he and his followers instantly appeared in front of the door of the final plane.

These mysterious stalkers have demonstrated their terrifying instincts. Their figures are vague and uncertain, as if they exist in multiple dimensions at the same time.

They began to contact the plane door, and the strange energy flowing out of the door was greedily absorbed by them, just like a hungry herd finding long-lost food.

Eric felt horrified when he saw this scene.

He tried to use the power of the Night Lady to prevent this disaster, but the stalkers who traveled through the angle seemed immune to his power. The black death light emitted by his tentacles was twisted and absorbed the moment it came into contact with the stalker, leaving no trace.

As the hounds devoured the plane door, the door gradually lost its luster and began to crack. As the energy of the door was extracted, the balance of power in the entire Whispering Square began to change.

The stability of the space is destroyed, and the surrounding scene begins to blur and distort, like a broken picture.

"Roar--"

Just when the two family heads were in despair, they found a glimmer of hope when they looked up at the sky.

The air was filled with the smell of coldness and thunder. The huge white dragon army was like divine soldiers descending from the sky, cutting through the clouds with their huge bodies, dyeing the entire sky with a layer of ice.

The scene in the sky has undergone a dramatic change. From the original battle-torn battlefield, it has now become a spectacular sky drama. With the arrival of the white dragon army, the sky seemed to be swept by huge dragon wings, and the clouds were torn apart, bringing with it an icy breath and the gleam of thunder and lightning.

These huge white dragons immediately changed the landscape of the battlefield as soon as they appeared. Their wingspan is as wide as the sky, and every time they flap their wings, the wind and clouds change colors and thunder roars.

The icy air flow accompanied their every movement, bringing a chill to the scorched earth battlefield.

The dragon's breath exhaled from the dragon's throat was like the cold current in winter, filling the air with layers of white cold mist.

With their arrival, the originally dark sky seemed to be lit up by the power of these white dragons, showing a mysterious and glorious blue.

In the sky above the battlefield, the super-sized white dragon promoted to the Dragon of Saints looked particularly terrifying. Its whole body was covered with dense white worms, and each worm was squirming, as if weaving a terrifying web on its huge body. These worms add an incredible layer of wildness and intimidation to the white dragon, making its presence on the battlefield even more prominent and terrifying.

The originally gentle and pure white eyes had completely mutated at this moment, turning into huge fireballs burning with blue flames.

This pair of fireball eyes burned in the dark night, projecting a faint blue light, giving its surroundings a layer of coolness and deathly silence.

Whenever it glances across, the scorching blue flames seem to ignite the air, causing the surrounding temperature to drop.

Eric looked ecstatic when he saw this scene:

"Gods bless us!!!"

boom--

The silent atmosphere was broken, and bursts of thunder like the wrath of the gods came from the sky, highlighting the coming storm.

The Saint Dragon and other dragons controlled by the leader of the Dragon Breath Alchemist Family charged towards the Blue Bull.

"Roar!!!!"

As they arrived, deafening dragon roars echoed in the air, as if they were a declaration of challenge to Qingniu.

Subsequently, the entire battlefield was covered by the dragon's breath that was frozen for thousands of miles, and the battle on the ground was instantly frozen by this powerful icy force, bringing a short period of tranquility to the battlefield.

Qingniu froze in front of this sudden attack.

His body covered by countless eyes seemed to lose color in an instant. As the cold dragon's breath came into contact with his body, his figure began to become blurred, as if he might be completely swallowed by this power at any time.

But he did not dodge, his hand was still pressed tightly against the door. He did not let the legion protect him, but let the legion speed up the pace of advancement. His consciousness was completely disconnected at this moment.

At this time, the head of the Lonely Voice family on the dragon's back acted like a god controlling thunder.

He stood on the dragon's broad back, with a hard and slippery platform made of dragon scales under his feet.

The thunderclouds in the sky seemed to obey his call and began to gather. The roar was deafening, and the atmosphere was full of oppression and uneasy omens.

The trident in his hand was no longer a simple weapon, but turned into an energy rod, the tip of which flashed with a light strong enough to cut through the night.

Thunder and lightning gathered around the trident, twisting into a spherical light group, emitting a dazzling blue-white light.

His eyes were firm and cold, completely devoid of hesitation and fear on the battlefield, only the absolute control of the coming destructive power.

When he raised his trident, the entire sky seemed to hold its breath, and a huge electric field was formed between the thunder and lightning and the clouds.

"Go to hell, you stooges of heaven!!!!"

With his roar, Maurice Haisheng suddenly swung his trident downward.

Pfft————————

The voltage in the air reached the extreme, and a huge lightning bolt wider than the city wall fell from the sky. It was too fast to be caught with the naked eye, leaving only a blazing light streaking across the night sky.

This thunder was like the wrath of the gods, splitting open the darkness and hitting the ground where the green bull was.

Before the lightning hit the ground, the soil and rocks on the ground were evaporated first, and the air was filled with the smell of scorched earth and ozone.

[Plane conquest progress: 8/8]

Tick-tock——

Buzz——

The ticking of the clock and the roar of lightning suddenly sounded, and the air on the battlefield instantly became still, and everyone blinked and stared ahead.

The blazing lightning struck at the green bull like the wrath of the gods. This scene seemed to be a foregone conclusion and there was no way to reverse it.

However, at this critical moment, a hand that seemed ordinary but contained endless power appeared out of thin air, like a supreme hand that stirred reality from nothingness.

This palm has fair skin and smooth lines, almost exuding an inhuman perfection and indifference.

There is a complex figure 8 [Mobius strip] engraved on the palm of his hand, surrounding the profound mystery of the universe.

The moment the thunder and lightning came into contact with this mysterious symbol, the space seemed to be distorted, time stagnated, and everything around him lost its color.

Pfft~

At the moment of contact, the lightning was miraculously shattered, as if fragile glass was shattered in front of a hard diamond.

With a gentle squeeze of that hand, the power of thunder dispersed in the wind like crushed paper scraps.

The master waved lightly, and the remaining arcs and sparks in his hand were scattered aside, just like sweeping away the dust.

Then, the smell of burning and electric shock filled the air, and the owner of the hand slowly revealed its form.

He stood in front of Qing Niu with a calm expression, as if the feat he just performed was just a daily trivial matter.

At this moment, the battlefield was extremely silent, and everyone stared blankly at the blond young man who suddenly appeared.

On the battlefield under continuous artillery fire, his figure was like a nobleman walking out of a painting. He had an elegant temperament and a calmness that was rare on the battlefield.

The black formal suit is well-tailored, and the red double-breasted vest contrasts sharply with the white shirt, giving it a somewhat classical romantic style. Wearing a black top hat, he looked particularly elegant and formal, and he held a silver cane in his right hand.

At this time, Xia Xiu tapped Qing Niu's shoulder with his left hand. The latter fainted on the ground, with a look of pain on his face, as if he had just endured unspeakable torture.

His voice was gentle and encouraging:

"You did a great job, Evan."

His tone contained both appreciation and a hint of imperceptible appreciation. As his words fell, the shadows under his feet began to squirm strangely, as if they had a life of their own.

The six hundred and sixty-six stalkers, the mysterious creatures that inhabited the green bull, seemed to have felt some kind of call. They slowly emerged from the unconscious green bull and swarmed towards the Heavenly Kingdom one by one. At the feet of the four sword-wielding men.

These shadow creatures rotated gently on his toes, and then gently kissed the toes of his shoes like a lover's kiss, expressing their loyalty and obedience to their master.

Qingniu's tense body slowly relaxed, and he fell to the ground meekly, breathing rhythmically, and fell into a deep sleep.

He was a little tired and needed a nap.

Now that the director is here, he can rest assured and sleep for a while, even if this is a battlefield now, it doesn't matter.

In the gloom before dawn, Xia Xiu stood on the ruins after the war. His eyes slowly moved away from the unconscious Qingniu and towards the Whispering Square that was destroyed by artillery fire.

The scene of dilapidation and ruins looked particularly desolate in the morning light, but his expression was surprisingly calm, even with a relieved smile.

Gently, he took off the black top hat on his head, held it elegantly on his chest, and then opened his arms as if to embrace the whole world.

Buzz——

Buzz——

Buzz——

Three halos like mutton-fat white jade suddenly appeared slowly behind him. These haloes are white and flawless, exuding a soft and warm radiance, like the first ray of sunshine in winter, dispelling the cold and haze of the long night.

As the halo appeared, an unfathomable and divine power began to flow out of Xia Xiu's body.

This power was like a tide, centered on him and spreading out in all directions.

He took a deep breath of cold air, which was fresh and smelling of gunpowder smoke after the war. Then, he said in a low and joyful voice:

"Happy Midwinter's Day, everyone."