Extraordinary pedigree

Endgame IV (Want to play Black Myth)

Terra Calendar 1591.01.26.

10:40:56 PM

Edisi Federation, Gulf State.

The night enveloped the Gulf State of the Edisi Federation, and the air was filled with a damp and cold breath.

This state is famous for its lush forests and ancient academies. At this moment, under the silent night, Dome Academy, one of the most famous Evergreen Eight Colleges in the Federation, was shrouded in a sudden emergency.

Dingwu~Dingwu~Dingwu~

In the night sky, a few faint starlights sprinkled on the ground through the gaps in the dark clouds, reflecting the flashing red and blue lights of the federal police car.

The police cars were parked in rows around a building of the academy, like a blockade, strictly isolating the entire area.

The yellow isolation belt was pulled up around the building, warning anyone without permission not to approach.

Outside the isolation zone, armed state police officers and members of the anti-terrorist force in charge of the Bureau of Investigation were on standby, their eyes alert and sharp, everyone's movements were full of tension, fingers tightly grasping weapons, ready to deal with any possible emergencies at any time.

In the sky, several helicopters hovered at low altitudes, and the roar of propellers echoed in the night sky like thunder.

The helicopters were equipped with [Reality Anchors] for thaumaturges. This advanced equipment emitted a faint blue light and suppressed any unstable energy field.

These devices are deadly nemesis for thaumaturges who manipulate reality and space, ensuring that the situation will not get out of control due to the interference of thaumaturges.

The atmosphere outside the building was solemn and murderous. The cold wind blew, causing the corners of the police and special forces uniforms to sway gently, and the metal equipment made a slight collision sound, adding a bit of chill to this tense environment.

On the ground, six board members of the First Federal Savings Bank and financial beast owners of various financial institutions were mixed in the team. Each of them had a serious look on their faces, frowned, and stared at the interior of the building with heavy eyes.

The financial beast owners were followed by their own financial beasts. These creatures of different shapes carried some mysterious power and looked particularly strange and majestic in the night.

Among these people, one person was the most conspicuous.

He was the president of the First Federal Savings Bank, Ralph C. Alfred.

The agent of [the first financial behemoth Jupiter (Iūppiter)].

He looked to be in his early fifties, tall and straight, with a resolute face. His hair was slightly gray, but it was carefully groomed into a neat back.

His facial lines are clear, and his sharp chin and slightly sunken cheeks add a bit of cold temperament to him; his eyes are deep, and his pupils are a cold blue, and his eyes are as sharp as a hawk; he is meticulously dressed, wearing a well-cut dark blue three-piece suit, a straight white shirt collar without a wrinkle, and a dark blue tie, the knot of which is just right. In the left pocket of the suit, there is a silk handkerchief, the color of the handkerchief and the tie complement each other.

Ralph put one hand in the pocket of his suit, and the other hand tightly grasped an exquisite silver cane, the top of which was inlaid with a smooth obsidian, emitting a faint cold light.

"President, the black men went too far this time. They killed President Dudley! He is one of the fit people of [Jupiter], how could they..." A board member indignantly accused Ralph of the crimes of the Kingdom of Heaven.

"That's Sophia Wright." Ralph interrupted the board member with melancholy, "The former chairman of the Ethics Committee of the Kingdom of Heaven, the current member of the Resolution Assembly - 0-02."

"I know, but even so, he can't kill Dudley," the board member gritted his teeth and said, "He is one of the three vice presidents of the First Reserve District, and the most likely person in the entire federation to completely replace [Jupiter] except you. He was killed by that woman right under our noses. How can we remain indifferent?"

The board member looked at Ralph with uncontrollable murderous intent in his eyes, "If you want, the nine directors of our board will vote in favor of financial liberation and apply for the Drum of Liberation from the Federal Reserve Commission. Even if a miracle comes, it will not be possible to leave the federation intact."

In the Edici Federal Reserve System, each regional Federal Reserve Bank (such as the First Federal Reserve Bank) has a president and a board of directors. The two play different roles in the bank's management structure and rely on and supervise each other.

Each Federal Reserve Bank has a nine-member board of directors who oversee the bank's operations and, to some extent, the president.

The board has the power to appoint and fire the president, but the president's appointment is subject to the approval of the Federal Reserve Board.

They are regional interest representatives: The board's members are usually composed of representatives of local banks, businesses, and the public sector, ensuring that the bank's policies and activities are consistent with the needs and interests of the regional economy.

The president is responsible to the board and implements the board's strategic and policy direction.

However, the president has broad operational autonomy, especially in monetary policy and bank operations; the president is usually elected by the board and approved by the Federal Reserve Board.

At the Federal, the president needs to work closely with the board to ensure that the bank's operations meet its supervisory and regulatory standards.

In the extraordinary realm, in the relationship between the president and the board of directors, the former is Yang and the latter is Yin.

When the two sides are united, and with the consent of the highest official of the Federal Reserve System, the chairman of the Federal Reserve Board, the drum of divine liberation of the twelve financial behemoths on [Financial Street] will be struck - a miracle representing the will of the country will be born.

"The chairman of the committee will not agree to go to war." Ralph shook his head, "Every drumbeat consumes war resources, which is paid for by the future of the entire federation. Personal sacrifice is not enough for the committee to mobilize all future resources."

"Is it just like that?" The board members said unwillingly.

"It won't be just like that." Ralph's blue eyes like hawks flashed a cold light, "Compromise is a political art - when we compromise with the Kingdom of Heaven, they have to compromise with us."

After Ralph said this, he ordered the people around him:

"You all stay where you are and don't move. No one can do anything without my order."

After giving the order, Ralph walked to the entrance of the building alone.

His steps were steady and calm. The building was silent. The administrative corridor was empty. The soft but cold light sprinkled on the floor, stretching his figure.

The air in the corridor seemed to be frozen, leaving only the slight echo of his leather shoes touching the ground.

Soon, he passed through the long corridor, and a huge door in front of him opened silently and automatically.

Ralph walked in expressionlessly without any hesitation.

This room was obviously a core area in the building. The space was spacious and luxurious. There were exquisite oil paintings on the walls. The furniture and decorations were arranged in an orderly manner, showing the order and tranquility here.

However, between this intact building and furnishings, there was an abrupt existence-a male corpse lying quietly in the center of the room.

Ralph's eyes swept through every corner of the room and finally stopped on this corpse.

He quickly recognized the identity of the corpse. It was his subordinate, Dudley.

Dudley's death was not as terrible as the outside world imagined. His body was intact.

The body was lying flat on the ground, with its hands clasped together on its abdomen, its eyes closed, and its expression peaceful, as if it had fallen into an eternal sleep.

Ralph's eyes stayed on Dudley's body for a moment, and then he turned to another corner of the room, where a disturbing presence stood.

It was a woman who looked to be about 20 years old, with an ordinary appearance and rough and dark skin, which seemed out of place in this luxurious environment.

She was wearing a large shawl, the color was dull, which matched her temperament; she was wearing a simple hat on her head, with the brim pressed down very low, covering part of her face, but the eyes exposed were unusually sharp and calm.

The most eye-catching thing was her hands, which were tightly wrapped in a pair of black gloves.

The gloves did not look like ordinary leather products, but were made of some special material, with a faint metallic luster on the surface, which seemed to have unknown functions.

The design of the gloves was complex and precise, with fine seams extending from the fingers, as if each finger could operate some precision instrument individually; there were delicate rune carvings on the edges of the gloves, and those runes flickered faintly as her fingers moved slightly, containing some ancient and mysterious power.

Ralph C. Alfred stood in the center of the room, his eyes fixed on the woman standing in the corner.

His expression gradually changed from cold to respectful, and then he bowed slightly and saluted, with a respectful and cautious tone:

"It's been a long time since we last met, Ms. Sophia."

0-02 slowly raised her head, and her slightly ordinary face was heavily shadowed in the weak light.

Her eyes narrowed slightly under the shadow of the brim of her hat, and her eyes were as sharp as ice.

She looked Ralph up and down, as if she was recalling something, and then a hoarse voice flowed from her tightly pursed lips, with a hint of imperceptible mockery:

"I haven't seen the kid from the Alfred family for a long time. The last time I saw you, you couldn't even hold the sword steadily."

Ralph's expression did not change when he heard this, he just nodded slightly, and his eyes remained calm and self-controlled.

He stood up, with a hint of memory and reality in his tone:

"The last time I saw you, you were with Mr. Aaron... We all know, everyone knows, you have always been acting with Mr. Aaron."

His words carried a sense of trial and confirmation, as if he was explaining a well-known fact, and also reminding the other party of some implicit truth.

The air in the room became more tense at this moment, as if even the light was frozen in the confrontation between the two.

Ralph paused for a moment, as if waiting for Sophia's reaction, and then he continued, his voice low but clear:

"Everyone in Terra knows that 0-02 never appears separately from 0-01, and even if they do, your body is not the real one."

As soon as this sentence came out, the atmosphere in the room became even colder.

0-02 looked at the former kid, who had grown from a talkative teenager to the current first president of the Federation, carrying the family's glory and heavy responsibilities.

"You really want to kill me."

Her words were plain and direct, without a trace of fluctuation, as if she was stating a fact.

Ralph's eyes did not evade, his eyes were firm and persistent, as if he was staring at a prey locked by a hunter.

He looked straight at 0-02, his original modesty and respect had disappeared, and his blue eyes were burning with hatred and anger that could not be concealed:

"Yes, I think, I am going crazy thinking about it."

0-02's expression did not change significantly, only a slight pause.

Her voice was still cold, as if the other party's anger was nothing more than a trivial wind to her:

"That was an accident."

"No accident," Ralph shook his head, the anger in his eyes became more and more hot, his tone was full of sarcasm and cold determination, "Your blood has always been cold."

"Ever since you and Lord Aaron killed His Majesty Anton with that sword, I have always wanted to kill you."

0-02 stood there quietly, his eyes deep, as if he was listening, but there was no sign of any response.

Ralph's anger was like a flood and he could not suppress it. He almost gritted his teeth and said:

"Aaron Siegel!!!"

As soon as this name came out, the oppression in the air instantly rose, and the whole room became heavier because of this name.

Ralph's voice echoed in the empty room, full of undisguised hatred and contempt:

"That scumbag, after ending the demon kings, built a new council of goblins and demons for him to command, just to let him sit on the evil throne on the rotten wound of the resolution meeting, licking its oozing and festering cavity like a dog!"

0-02 still stood there, silent.

Her hands were crossed in front of her chest, and the runes on the black gloves flickered faintly, as if responding to the tense atmosphere around her.

"You have become better than before. If it were before, you wouldn't say so much - politicians' excessive emotional venting only adds weight to the bargaining chips for the next transaction."

"You really want to kill me, and you express it very sincerely, but this is just an idea. Actions and ideas are two different things. You just refused to unblock the drum, which means you want to get more political chips from me, from Heaven."

0-02 tilted his head and thought, "The current chairman of the Federal Reserve Board is Ben Greenspan, right?"

"..." Ralph C. Alfred didn't say anything else.

0-02 didn't continue to speak, silence represents tacit understanding.

"Now, I should be able to leave." 0-02 broke the silence first.

"Explanation." The first bank president just uttered a sentence.

"This is the explanation." 0-02 took out a piece of paper and flicked it casually.

The paper floated in front of Ralph without wind, and he reached out to get the paper.

[A letter to Heaven,

I am Vincent Anderson, CEO of ■■■ Robotics.

Hopefully you have received our package, as you are reading this letter now.

You have approximately 8 days, 4 hours, 31 minutes, and 34 seconds to react accordingly before the protection device is destroyed by this "thing". The countdown starts from [DATA EXPUNGED].

This "thing" is an energy core that provides unlimited energy.

Although our company is known for having all the "cutting-edge" technologies, as you can see, we lost control of this core, and its self-destruct sequence was accidentally activated during a dimensional experiment.

It caused a huge explosion that destroyed one of our small plane laboratories, yes, an entire small plane!

The loss of our funds and human resources was huge.

Therefore, my friends and I took this incident very seriously and thought carefully.

We came to the conclusion after many meetings and discussions that this "thing" is not something we can handle.

Considering the friendly relationship between us, our board of directors decided to send this package to you, the Kingdom of Heaven, instead of to other gods in the Ivy Realms.

I believe that our friends in the Kingdom of Heaven can handle this problem without any doubt and successfully "contain" it.

You know, this core is uncontrollable and indestructible.

So...

I wish all your employees the best.

——From ■■■ Robot Company]

"This is the explanation. Your people are suspected of crimes against humanity." 0-02 looked at the corpses at her feet, "I spent a lot of time to settle all the relevant personnel."

After that, she took out a metal sphere with a diameter of about 8 cm.

The surface of the sphere showed a deep metallic texture, emitting a faint light, making it look like some kind of highly sophisticated alchemical product.

The sphere was engraved with almost unrecognizable patterns, which seemed to be the image of a broken scale and a dragon. These patterns were full of ancient and mysterious atmosphere, carrying some kind of profound knowledge and power.

The sphere was not static, but slightly rotating, and it was constantly adjusting its relationship with the surrounding space.

As it rotated, the surrounding space seemed to have slight fluctuations, with an unstable sense of distortion.

This sense of distortion made people feel that its existence itself was constantly tearing and reorganizing reality.

Ralph could sense that the sphere was continuously releasing high-intensity alpha rays. Although it was invisible, there was a faint sense of ominousness in the air.

People who get close to it can feel an invisible pressure, as if space itself is collapsing with it as the center.

This phenomenon makes people feel extremely uneasy, as if they may be sucked into another dimension at any time.

"The [Electronic Channel] of the God of All Machines..." Ralph said in a deep voice.

"The principle is similar."

0-02 controls the sphere, "Its source of energy is to steal energy from other dimensional spaces, with almost no loss of energy. The utilization rate reaches an astonishing 99.9765%. The energy generated per second is approximately 5.25×10 kilojoules, which is equivalent to Due to the energy output of small nuclear reactors; the price is to cause extreme chaos in the surrounding space, and may also bring matter or organisms from other dimensions into our universe.”

0-02 took the metal sphere and began to walk out, "I have already given you the explanations that need to be given, and I will give you the chips that need to be paid later."

"Oh, right."

Suddenly, 0-02 seemed to think of something, stopped and said to the expressionless Ralph:

"Get ready to connect the curtain. There is another accident in the starry sky. The fourth sword holder of the Kingdom of Heaven seems to be like us old immortals. It is always easy to encounter bad things. However, this young man's reaction actions are estimated It will be quite big, so you need to pay attention.”

At this moment, 9 hours, 2 minutes and 51 seconds have passed since the fourth sword holder of the Kingdom of Heaven was sealed.

Time left until night cruise: 1 hour, 10 minutes and 4 seconds.