Extraordinary pedigree

Chapter 707 Horse Racing·Gun of Morning Light X

Terra Calendar 1591.2.10.

10:00AM.Weather/Fog.

New Manhattan Junction Port.

The weather is dull, and the entire New Manhattan is shrouded in a thick layer of fog.

The outline of the port is looming, like a ghostly existence from another dimension.

New Manhattan Junction Port, a huge hub spanning time, space and dimensions, is located on the southern edge of the city, near the "junction rift".

The fog lingers in the air, carrying humid water vapor and a hint of uneasiness.

The energy of the rift seems to have distorted the reality here, and the outlines of the buildings are sometimes blurred and sometimes as clear as a knife.

The architectural style of the port complements the high-speed architectural style of New Manhattan, full of various bizarre designs.

The towers that leaped up from the ground stretched toward the sky like twisted steel vines. The edges of the buildings glowed with strange light. The colors of the neon lights blended with the energy dissipated from the cracks. The walls flickered as if breathing. From time to time, tiny arcs appeared, making the magnetic field in the air unstable.

These towering buildings are made of glass, steel and unknown materials. Each surface reflects the strange light of the intersection cracks, giving people the illusion of being in the future and interweaving with the supernatural.

The area near the junction port is divided into two parts: one side is the legal trade area, and the other side is the black market trading area full of danger and mystery.

In the legal trade area, neatly arranged cargo ships are moored on the huge steel dock, containers are piled up like mountains, and mechanical arms are busy moving goods into the ships.

The fog makes these huge machines look like giant beasts running in silence, with the coldness and efficiency of some kind of machinery.

And those ships from different worlds, spaceships from different dimensions, and merchant ships floating in space are quietly docked at these docks.

Their designs vary, and they are full of features from other worlds. Some ships don't seem to belong to the physical world at all. Their surfaces are covered with runes and energy auras, and even the faint distortion of time can be seen flowing on their surfaces.

The scene in the black market trading area is completely different. The buildings here are dense and messy, and the alleys are winding, like a huge maze.

The walls are full of graffiti in other worlds, and the flashing signs emit a hazy light in the mist.

The crowds in the black market shuttle endlessly, and the trading items are varied, from smuggled high-tech weapons to rare extraordinary drugs, all of which show the chaos and danger here.

The air in the black market trading area is filled with the smell of exotic spices and alcohol.

In this place hidden in the fog of the New Manhattan Junction Port, there is an extremely secret and luxurious tavern-"Twilight Moon Shadow".

This tavern is said to be run by an elf with a long life. Few people in the outside world know about it. Only a few people are qualified to enter this place after being introduced through layers of recommendations.

The architectural style of the tavern combines the elegance and mystery of the elves, and the exterior walls are woven from ancient vines and silver stones.

Everyone says that at night, the walls of the tavern will faintly glow with a blue-purple glow, like a forest in the twilight, exuding a tranquility intertwined with nature and magic.

Inside the tavern, the wooden walls around are hung with tapestries hand-woven by ancient elves, decorated with their unique patterns and runes.

The light is soft, coming from the translucent crystal lamp, which illuminates the tavern like a dream.

Compared with the modern Terra architectural style, this place does not look like something from the same century, whether it is the people and things inside.

However, this is the new world, and the theme of the new world is the bizarre and the style of painting is the split.

Therefore, the new world has never lacked urban legends.

For example, this tavern has a strange urban legend-no matter how many people there are in the tavern, you have to queue for fifteen minutes.

In a corner of the tavern.

Xia Xiu sat quietly at a round table carved from moonlight wood. Under the dim light, a silver cane and a top hat were casually placed aside.

The blond young man held his chin with his left hand and gently fiddled with a black chess piece with his right hand, with a focused expression.

His short golden hair was shrouded in the ambiguous afterglow of the light, and the glimmering light added a touch of softness to his calm face, but his golden eyes were still deep and calm, revealing an unfathomable majesty.

On the table, a chess game was in progress.

The white and black chess pieces were in fierce confrontation, and every move on the chessboard foreshadowed the complex game in reality.

Opposite Xia Xiu, four people sat quietly, with different expressions.

The most conspicuous one was a sturdy man with a pair of thick horns on his head, his skin showing a bronze luster, and his strong body made of steel almost occupying half of the seat.

He crossed his arms and stared at the chess game quietly, his brows slightly furrowed, as if thinking about something.

The next person was a man with a sophisticated mechanical arm in his right hand. The gears on his mechanical arm made a faint humming sound. He looked around calmly, and from time to time he used his left hand to gently adjust the mechanical parts of his right arm.

The next person was a pretty woman, with long rabbit ears hanging on both sides of her slightly curly hair, adding a touch of softness to her, but the sharp look in her eyes could not be ignored.

She stood tall, with her hands lightly placed on her knees, and her eyes occasionally wandered between Xia Xiu and the chessboard, as if waiting for his response.

And finally, a stern woman with a solemn face, horse ears appearing and disappearing in her black hair.

She was sitting in the corner, wearing a black hood, with a thick gun case on her right.

There is no doubt that three of the four people present are special agents of the Administration: Qing Niu, Mole, and Moon Rabbit.

And in the corner is Sophia Williams.

"You want to ask me, why not let the Authority control the situation?"

"Don't let the operators interfere with the chaos in New Manhattan, liberate the infected there, and end this turmoil?"

Xia Xiu's golden eyes lifted from the chessboard, lightly scanning the green ox and bright moon rabbit, then slowly returned his gaze to the chessboard, and gently moved the black chess pieces with his fingertips.

His fingers were nimble and elegant, as if they were silently controlling the fate of the entire chess game.

"Katarina, Rowell," he said softly, his tone steady but with irresistible authority, "Although you two are also infected with strange hoof disease, your origins are different.

One comes from an imperial military family, and the other is a natural hunter. The operators you command are all talented elites, and all of them have started with skills. However--"

The fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven paused for a moment, his eyes as deep as a bottomless abyss, and his voice became a little lower:

"Most of the infected people you come into contact with are the strong ones in the group, but the real infected people are not like that. They cannot be liberated by strength alone, what they need is... more."

Before he finished speaking, Xia Xiu gently pushed a white knight on the chessboard.

The moment the chess piece fell, the entire chess game seemed to have undergone a huge reversal, and Black's formation collapsed instantly.

Black, representing the Liberation Hooves and the Cultural Committee, was in trouble, and White suddenly took the initiative.

As these words fell, Xia Xiu's fingertips gently pushed a white knight on the chessboard.

The moment the chess piece fell, the entire chess game changed.

The black chess formation, which originally had the advantage, began to collapse. The move of the white chess knight instantly reversed the situation. The black chess, which represented the "Liberation Hooves" and the "Cultural Committee", was in trouble and was forced into a corner by the white chess, making it difficult to counterattack.

"What do I want to do? Or what does the Authority want to do?"

Xia Xiu chuckled, his voice still gentle, but with a hint of helplessness: "

You should understand something very regrettable. "

"A group of people who feel cold will flock to the sun and feel the power of the sun for the earth."

He slowly raised his head, and there was a certain light shining in his golden pupils. The light was like a hidden flame, warm and hot, but hidden under the calm surface.

"But for the sun, this is insignificant. Its light and heat are a gift to all things on the earth."

"The gifts here are never equal, so it creates more troubles and disputes. The sun can only bring fire. And the real light should be the passing of the fire of will - everything I grasp turns into brilliance , everything I gave up turned into coal, I must be a flame..."

The three special operators, Green Ox, Moon Rabbit and Mole, looked at each other, then lowered their heads and remained silent.

In the distance, Sophia had a completely different reaction.

She stood quietly in the corner, her hood lowered, her eyes fixed on her gun case.

Following Xia Xiu's words, her fingers unconsciously grasped the gun case beside her, and her eyes gradually shone with an unstoppable fiery light.

The hood covered her face, but the fire in her eyes burned stronger and stronger, and in these silent words she found the answer to her inner desire.

Xia Xiu was still looking at the chessboard, with the chess pieces turning slightly on his fingertips. The king representing the "Spider Mother" stands safely in the center of the chessboard, while the other chess pieces representing the "Liberation Hooves", "Social and Cultural Committee", and "Red Branches" have been surrounded by the black chess pieces in his hand and are isolated and helpless.

His eyes seemed to penetrate it all.

This chess game is just the inevitable result of careful consideration.

Xia Xiu stood up slowly, elegantly and calmly, and the aura on his body was like the calm before the storm.

He looked at Sophia with determination in his voice:

"Go ahead, all the pieces are in place."

“Now is the time to get rid of those who are clinging to old skin and refusing to renew, as well as the oppressors.”

“The Administration will help you rebuild their homes, provide jobs and benefits to every infected person, so that they no longer have to worry about their livelihood;

You will no longer be enslaved, no longer abandoned due to illness; you will build your own bridges to the future, and everything - from the most basic survival to higher pursuits, will pave the way for you. "

When the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom finished speaking, Sophia had already stood up silently, carrying her iconic gun case.

She stood there quietly, her eyes deep and firm, and finally took a deep look at Xia Xiu.

There seemed to be an indescribable gratitude and determination in his eyes.

Without any extra words, she turned around resolutely and disappeared at the door of the tavern, her figure blending into the thick fog.

"The fog is thick... it is indeed a good climate for killing people."

Her back gradually faded in the fog, like a lone wolf hunting in the dark, with a restrained edge but extremely deadly.

After her, other special operators also began to take action.

Xia Xiu had already preset a clearing mission for them through the [Adam] system, targeting the members of the Red Branch Organization hidden underground in New Manhattan.

In front of each operator, there is a suspended sphere, which is a peripheral genealogy morphology sphere developed by [Adam]. It emits a faint blue light, guiding the direction of each executor.

Special operators such as Qingniu, Jiaoyuetu, and Mole saluted Xia Xiu respectfully, and silent tacit understanding flowed in the air.

The fourth sword holder of the Kingdom of Heaven waved gently, indicating that there was no need to say more, and the operators left the tavern tacitly.

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After everyone left.

Xia Xiu stood quietly by the window of the tavern, looking at the street outside through the slightly yellowed glass.

The fog was like a heavy gauze curtain, covering the streets of the entire New Manhattan. The thick fog swirled in the narrow alleys of the city, blocking this land in another world.

Just as Sophia said.

"When the fog is shrouded, it is a good time to hunt." Xia Xiu raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, and then he lightly put his hat on his head, lowering it to cover the pair of golden eyes like deep pools.

He held the silver cane in his right hand and tapped his left palm lightly. The tapping sound echoed rhythmically in the empty tavern, like a countdown drumbeat, and also like a conductor preparing to lead an upcoming symphony.

Every light sound was opening the curtain for the upcoming drama.

"Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, kings against kings."

He whispered to himself, with a hint of calm sarcasm in his tone.

He had already spread enough bait and laid the whole game.

Now, he just waited for the god behind him who was stirring up the situation - the "mighty" god from the Golden King's Court, to descend the kingdom of God and invest in divinity and domain.

The god system of the heavens and the worlds has long been carefully analyzed by the Terra academic community.

The authority and domain of the gods, whether it is controlling conspiracy, war, betrayal, or natural phenomena, are all symbols of their power.

According to the Terra academic community, this is a specific [information authority] and [crown]. The domain is not only a symbol of the power of the gods, but also reflects their belief system, code of conduct, and how to influence the real universe through these powers.

And behind these authorities, there are actually only complex, flawed, and preconditional "ether information integration systems".

The gods of the Golden Court, no matter how powerful their domains are, need to complete the so-called "information assimilation".

In simple terms, the gods with the authority of "conspiracy" must gradually seize power through the tricks and betrayals of their believers.

The more devout believers there are, the more conspiracies and betrayals are realized, and the more powerful the gods are.

The academic circle of Terra believes that this is a specific "divine Mim pollution", while the scholars of the Nursery Academy of the Kingdom of Heaven are more concise and crude. They openly criticize the gods - they say that the foreign gods of the heavens and the worlds are the source of pollution.

They usually directly pollute the "pan-consciousness cluster projection" of a race in the ether.

Pollute one or more races (the race is called faith). The more devout believers there are, the stronger the power of the gods.

Not only the number of believers is important, but also the piety of believers (the degree of pollution) will affect the power of gods.

The anatomy of the Kingdom of Heaven is more direct and cruel: "The gods of the heavens and the worlds are just the controllers who anchor the pollution source. All divine authority depends on those polluted believers."

The more believers there are and the more devout they are, the stronger the gods are; if the believers are alienated or the faith collapses, the power of the gods will also weaken.

There is another source of power for these gods, that is, the kingdom of gods, which is the source of their power and the plane of faith of believers.

In their own kingdoms, gods are almost invincible - they can manipulate the laws and dominate everything.

But once they set foot in the reality of Terra, the situation is different.

Of course, the power of some gods comes directly from the concepts they symbolize.

For example, the gods who control time will gain power because of the existence of time. Even without a large number of believers, they are still the embodiment of these fundamental forces.

"Domain, contaminated source group, kingdom of God, divine level..."

Xia Xiu murmured several elements that constitute the gods of the faith factions of the heavens and the worlds.

1. Faith and believers (contaminated groups): gods draw power from the worship of believers. The stronger the faith, the greater the divine power; because it is a branch of the pan-consciousness cluster that pollutes the race, it is very easy to overdraw the potential of the race/country - for example, in the extraordinary field, even if they have it, they cannot give birth to a powerful individual stronger than the god of faith (the source of pollution).

2. Domain (etheric information authority/class crown): the domain controlled by the gods is also an important source of their power. The gods who control key domains are more powerful.

3. Laws and planes (God’s Kingdom): The power of gods is connected to the fundamental laws of the real universe, and the planes they live in are also the concentrated source of power.

4. Divinity (source of pollution): The fundamental source of power for the existence of gods, which gives gods immortal essence and extraordinary power, but also gives them the power of pollution. This trait complements the domain and is sometimes regarded as one.

The Ivy War is a huge change for both the existence within and outside the plane.

This war is not only a struggle for resources and power, but also a war of raising poisons between believers. The gods of the heavens and the worlds are gradually strengthening themselves through the faith and power of their believers, and every such war will eliminate those who are not strong enough.

The weak are devoured, and the strong gain new authority.

The Golden Court is just such a force, rising on the blood of countless believing gods.

As a reserve decision-maker of the Kingdom of Heaven, Xia Xiu naturally has special tasks for himself.

He had done this task for himself.

On the surface, his identity is a promoter dedicated to developing the education system of the Administration and the secularization of the Kingdom of Heaven, with a series of long-term tasks such as building schools and cultivating talents.

But those are just secondary axes, the real main axis has never changed, that is - the golden tree, and the fateful confrontation with the Golden King's Court.

The Ivy War is the touchstone for the top level of power in the Kingdom of Heaven, and Xia Xiu's mission is to accomplish one goal in this war: to kill the gods.

For him, the Ivy War is just the prologue. The real climax is the mutual support between the gods of faith in the heavens and the world, and the divine war between the gods of faith in all planes.

Killing God, this is his ultimate goal.

He must completely curb the development of the Golden Court or even destroy it in this Ivy War.

Although the Gods of Faith in the Golden Court appear to be glorious and powerful on the outside, in the eyes of Tian Guo and Xia Xiu, the Gods of Faith are nothing more than puppets bound to the source of pollution, relying on the piety and sacrifices of believers to survive. If you are not careful, you will be pulled down from the altar.

The establishment of the school was not only for the secularization of the Kingdom of Heaven, but also for the convenience of uniting the nations of Terra to hunt and believe in God.

Xia Xiu knew that the alliance between alien races and religious gods would be the most dangerous enemy in the future, but he also knew that the alliance between the Kingdom of Heaven and the Kingdoms of Terra was their real nightmare.

Although everyone is usually at odds with each other, they can still distinguish the big and small kings.

In the past, Terra was still in the midst of an alien expulsion war, and the kingdoms and the Kingdom of Heaven behaved so sweetly.

During the alien expulsion war, Terra and Heaven had faced the foreign invaders together and cooperated with each other tacitly.

But now, history seems to be going through another cycle.

The aliens came again, bringing with them faith in gods from other worlds, trying to seize power on the land of Terra.

The Edici Federation, this behemoth that splits the land and seals the territory, has long separated a realm called "New World".

In this new world, they single-handedly created the [Golden Tree], which was originally intended to open up a shortcut to the heavens and worlds and extract endless resources from it.

Their original plan was not to bring those gods of faith to Terra, let alone to worship these gods from other worlds.

The real purpose of the Federation is to exploit all living beings in the heavens and worlds connected to the [Golden Tree] - whether it is resources, wisdom, or even power including belief in gods.

In their view, the [Golden Tree] is just a tool, a source that can open up new wealth and power, not to allow those who believe in gods to take root and grow in Terra.

The fat-mouthed giants of the Federation have long been aware of all this. They looked at the infinite power of the God of Faith with greedy light shining in their eyes.

The appetites of giants are never small.

Once the time is right, these greedy giants will show their fangs and bite those gods who consider themselves sacred and inviolable.

"Supreme, Mighty, Heavenly Power, Glimmer... It's quite interesting for the Golden Court to formulate hierarchical classifications for its own gods."

Xia Xiu came to the chessboard with a contemptuous smile.

"However, I still like the classification set up by the two houses: supreme god, powerful god, medium god, weak god."

He gently moved the last piece on the chessboard, his eyes gleaming coldly.

"Now, just wait for the big fish to bite the bait."

Boom——

The chess piece fell and the entire chess game was reversed in an instant.

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11:05 AM.

The tired Mikhail Garcia came to the foggy new world and the port of the alien world. Behind him were the few remaining elite cadres of the Liberation Hoofbeat.

The Liberation Hooves he led was no longer a simple rebel organization.

After days of fighting, they not only destroyed the two core strongholds of the Blood Network, but also successfully hunted and killed two ranger leaders.

The fighters of the Liberation Hooves are no longer simple protesters, but have become the embodiment of revenge.

They responded to oppression with owl heads and declared war on their enemies with death.

When the head of the last ranger leader was driven into a stake, Mikhail stood in a pool of blood with cold eyes and a bloody battle ax in his hand.

He raised his head and looked into the distance, where Adelaide Kurd had once been the place of power, but now, that huge secret kingdom was falling apart.

He raised his hand, and the blood-stained palm seemed to be a symbol of victory. The members of the Liberation Hooves behind him burst into wild cheers, and their dream of revenge was close before their eyes.

Mikhail knew that this was not enough.

"We still need to find Adelaide Kurd, find that fat pig that deserves to be cut into pieces..."

The leader of Liberation Hooves showed a ferocious smile, "He should have received the gift I prepared for him."

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11:45 AM.

New Manhattan area, in a secret location near Junction Port.

Adelaide Kurd, the director who once controlled the power network of New Manhattan, is now like a trapped animal, driven with nowhere to escape by the offensive of liberating hooves.

Most of his blood network has been destroyed, and there are not many elite Rangers left.

The government abandoned them and kicked them out.

He became a pawn in the hands of the authorities.

Even one of his most trusted leaders, the commander of the Venom Bee, was beheaded by Mikhail.

These cruel realities made him gradually lose control of the situation.

The fat and arrogant official has now become thin and haggard in his own luxurious bunker, with madness and despair in his eyes.

He hid from place to place and could no longer appear in public. His only hope was the Raven Task Force.

However, this could not reverse the situation at all.

Kurd's heart was filled with fear and anger, but he no longer had any power to fight back.

"Escape, must escape!"

This was the only thought in his mind. In order to ensure that his wealth and power would not be sanctioned by the Federation and [Financial Street], Kurd began to quickly sell off his assets, and even sold most of the extraordinary items, in order to raise enough resources to escape Terra and go to an uninhabited outside world to "hide from the limelight."

"I'm leaving here," he said to the only confidant left around him, his voice trembling, his eyes full of fear and anxiety, "They can't find me anymore. When the storm is over, I will definitely come back and make a comeback..."

Just when Kurd thought he was about to escape successfully, Mikhail's "fatal blow" came.

A subordinate who was tortured by the liberation hoofbeats was released by the liberation hoofbeats and brought Kurd a very unfortunate news.

Mikhail had already known Kurd's plan to escape through the news of the insider.

He sneered and planned the last blow, and this time, his target was not Kurd himself, but Kurd's only weakness-his daughter.

Kurd's daughter was secretly hidden in an aristocratic school at the border, far away from the center of the storm.

However, Mikhail's crazy means had already grasped her whereabouts clearly.

Just before Kurd was about to leave Terra, the assault team of the liberation hoofbeats successfully kidnapped Kurd's daughter.

When the news came, Kurd's heart almost stopped beating.

"They caught her..." Kurd murmured, and all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away in an instant.

His hands tightly grasped the table, and his eyes were full of madness and fear.

He couldn't imagine what would happen to his daughter, and he couldn't accept that his only weakness was held in Mikhail's hands.

Mikhail sent a video. He stood in a blood-red background, holding a sharp dagger in his hand, and said coldly to the camera:

"Adelaide, do you think you can escape? We all know what you care about most... Your daughter is in my hands. If you don't want to see her beheaded like your Rangers, you know what to do."

This sentence was like a knife piercing Kurd's heart. He could no longer bear any pressure, and his heart-wrenching roar echoed in the empty room. His world completely collapsed at this moment.

"Mikhail!!!"

Kurd's voice was distorted and hoarse, like a desperate madman.

This bloody battle with no winner is finally about to reach its climax of destruction.

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