Extraordinary pedigree

When Xia Xiu came to the gate of an underground palace, the palace gate in front of him was a fifteen-meter-high bronze door with a bronze painting carved on it.

Xia Xiu stood in front of this towering bronze gate, with a calm expression but deep eyes.

He slowly raised his head and his eyes were attracted by the strange bronze mural. This is a work with great visual impact. The mural depicts a city with a non-Euclidean geometric structure - a complex of topsy-turvy buildings. The buildings seem to have lost the constraints of gravity, some hanging upside down in the sky, and some like Overlapping like a maze.

Residents walk on seemingly illogical paths, stairs, walls, and even ceilings, all unconstrained by conventional physical rules.

The city sky was painted a strong yellow, which seemed to indicate a strange uneasiness.

There are multiple black objects floating in the sky, arranged in such a way that they form an unrecognizable constellation.

Each celestial body is like an extremely deep eye, staring at the world outside the painting, giving people a strange feeling of being watched.

The residents in the murals are represented as humanoid creatures wearing ornate masks, wearing complicated ball costumes, and holding various bizarre weapons.

The outlines and details of the human figures are exceptionally exquisite, and the combination of gorgeous costumes and strange weapons creates an atmosphere that is both elegant and dangerous.

The most eye-catching thing is the four huge masked figures in the mural.

They are tall and occupy almost the center of the picture, wearing black, white, yellow and red masks respectively.

There are no eye holes in their masks, just twisted curves and weird patterns.

The four people stand quietly in the painting, separated from each other, but vaguely forming some indescribable sense of balance.

The main colors of the entire mural are only composed of these four colors - black, white, yellow and red.

The strong contrast of colors makes people feel a sudden harmony, which seems to hide some philosophical hint about order and chaos.

At the bottom of the mural and on the edge of the bronze door, there is a text engraved——

"Alakada·The Hall of Impermanent Virtue"

Xia Xiu's eyes lingered on that line of ancient text for a moment, his lips opened slightly, and he whispered in a low voice with a pronunciation completely different from the current Terran language:

"Alacada Hall of Impermanent Virtue..."

His words flowed with an ancient and deep rhythm. This was not an ordinary language, but the ancient Diva language he had taken as an elective at Deer Academy.

The scenery carved and depicted on the mural in front of you is the disappeared capital of Daev - [Alakada].

Xia Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of doubt and vigilance flashing through his heart.

The city in front of it, as a relic of a prehistoric civilization, should not have anything to do with the Daevite Empire.

Ode Papadopolis existed long before the height of the Daevite Empire.

But why is the ancient Daevite language engraved on this building in front of us?

Why did Daevite creations remain in Ode Papadopolis?

what does that mean?

He quickly pieced together Seth's various remarks in his mind.

"Set..."

Xia Xiu whispered softly, with some uncertainty in his tone.

"The so-called deep sleep...maybe not that complete."

However, just as he was thinking about it, the bronze door made a low roar, and then slowly opened without any touch.

The heavy door rubbed against the ground, making a sharp and harsh sound. As the door was fully opened, Xia Xiu instantly felt an oppressive wave of energy rushing toward his face.

The next second, the deafening roar of the dragon filled the entire space.

"roar------"

"roar------"

"roar------"

Countless violent breaths spurted out from behind the door - blazing flames, dazzling lightning, corrosive acid, and biting ice.

These dragon breath attacks were densely packed, filling the entire field of vision like a rushing torrent, leaving no gaps.

The space in front of him was completely torn, eroded, and frozen by various elemental forces, as if a disaster from another world was coming in a devastating manner.

However, in this overwhelming storm of destruction, the blond young man remained motionless, as calm as if he was not involved.

[Vashak] behind him slowly emerged from the void, turning into a purple-gold shadow. He raised his index finger slightly and pointed at the disorderly chaos in front of him.

"Buzz——"

Time stopped passing.

The gray-white static world instantly covered everything, and the countless ferocious breaths hovered in mid-air, turning into solidified flames, static arcs, stagnant acid, and frozen ice crystals. The scene was like a static battlefield picture.

Xia Xiu raised his head slightly and his eyes calmly penetrated the still storm of destruction in front of him.

He looked forward, and the scene inside the palace gradually became clearer.

It was a gorgeous and oppressive space. The palace had a towering dome, decorated with exquisite pointed arches and flying buttresses. The patterns and carvings on the walls showed a mysterious ancient image.

However, at this moment, this complex building has been occupied by a group of strange beings.

Dozens of giant dragons of different sizes are distributed in the palace, forming a layered barrier.

Their postures are full of majesty, but their size is particularly weird - each dragon is only 1 to 2 meters long, like some kind of "miniaturized" product.

Despite this, their breath should not be underestimated, and the still air is still filled with a dangerous burning and murderous intent.

At the front of the palace is the territory of a copper dragon.

It is suspended in the air, its scales gleaming with smooth copper, the edges slightly green, and two curved short horns inlaid on its head like a crown.

Its eyes reveal a cunning and fierce light, and its sharp teeth are slightly exposed, showing an undisguised murderous intent.

Behind the copper dragons is a dense group of bronze dragons and brass dragons. The number of these dragons occupies three quarters of the entire hall, and they exude a strong elemental breath.

The most dazzling is a small group of gold and silver dragons in the center of the venue.

Their scales exude a dazzling metallic luster, and even though they are small in size, it is difficult to conceal their nobility and power.

Although these "mini dragons" are small, the breath they show is comparable to that of adult dragons.

Xia Xiu walked slowly in the world of time stop, bypassing the dragon breath light suspended in the air, as if walking between the sickles of the god of death.

As he walked, [Metatron] appeared behind him.

The figure of the six-winged angel was like a burning god of war, holding up a huge flaming sword with both hands.

The flame on the sword was now covered by [Sun Element·Eternal Fire], and the original [Vacuum Barrier] was cancelled, replaced by a blazing blazing sword.

Buzz——

The wings of light particles vibrated, and the six-winged angel radiated a brilliance that was difficult to look at directly.

It turned into a gorgeous light particle arc without hesitation and rushed forward.

Time almost did not pass in the gray and white static world, and the figure of [Metatron] had already shuttled between all dragons.

The six-winged angel's movements were precise and swift. With each sword swing, the flaming giant sword carried the burning effect of [Eternal Fire] and directly slashed on the body of the "mini dragon".

Wherever the sword passed, the flames instantly ignited the dragon scales, and the flames spread rapidly, turning these dragons into a burning sea of ​​fire.

In less than five seconds, [Metatron] had already circled the entire venue.

Each of his attacks landed accurately on the target, and no "mini dragon" could escape.

The dragon's breath that was stagnant in the air seemed meaningless at this moment, and the six-winged angel completed his art of fighting.

『Buzz——』

When the flow of time was released again, the gray and white world gradually faded, and the real scene reappeared.

The moment time resumed flowing, the breath attack that was originally suspended in the air continued to rush forward without stagnation.

Fire, lightning, acid, ice-these four completely different destructive forces penetrated the area behind Xia Xiu in a fiery manner, interweaving into a disordered and violent explosion.

The flame breath was detonated first, and the hot flames raged on the ground, spreading rapidly along the stone lines, and instantly turned a large area into a sea of ​​fire.

The other three breaths followed closely behind.

Boom——————

Boom——————

Boom——————

The power of the four breaths gathered together, forming an explosion that swept everything.

The air was torn apart by a sharp whistle under the huge impact force, and the aftermath of the explosion spread all around, completely overturning the surrounding furnishings.

The huge air wave hit the surrounding walls, forcing the spires and flying buttresses in the palace to emit an unsettling tremor, and the rubble and debris fell like a storm.

Xia Xiu stood in the center of the venue, not moving at all.

All the breaths flowed around him, but could not touch him at all.

[Metatron] quietly hovered behind Xia Xiu, and the flames on the six-winged angel's double swords trembled slightly, emitting a scorching residual heat.

The picture in the center of the venue suddenly changed, the stagnant storm of destruction dissipated, replaced by a strange silence, followed by a disgusting slaughter scene.

The mini dragons that were slashed by the six-winged angels had different sizes but all showed signs of being cut.

At first, their bodies gushed blood like normal creatures, and the red blood mixed with internal organs fell on the ground and walls of the palace without restraint.

The bloody smell instantly spread, dyeing the complicated and gorgeous decorations red.

However, this bloody scene did not last too long.

After just a few seconds, a strange change began.

The gushing blood and organs were twisted and mutated under the burning of the flames.

The ruptured internal organs and blood vessels of the dragons quickly collapsed and faded, and they were reshaped in the air by some unknown rules.

Their organs gradually became smooth and stiff, and finally transformed into - origami.

Yes, flesh and blood turned into origami.

The red blood condensed into crimson pieces of paper, which squirmed and turned into the form of folded dragons.

The livers and hearts that were exposed from the cracks gradually collapsed into smooth paper-like objects, and finally turned into small origami dragons.

The origami dragons struggled to flap their paper wings, but could not escape the burning flames. Their "bodies" were quickly ignited, and the paper wings and scales curled up in the flames and turned into ashes.

The explosions and flames behind him echoed in the air, as if they were the beginning of a song of destruction for the dead silence in the palace.

However, Xia Xiu, who was standing in the middle of the burning origami debris, was not affected by these movements.

He took off his hat, shook it gently, and bent slightly to shake off the charcoal dust that fell on the brim of his hat.

Then, he stood up straight, his golden eyes flickering in the slightly jumping firelight, his eyes calm but with some indescribable sharpness.

The spiritual fluctuations spread from his body, that was the power of the [Crown], with some irresistible pressure, surging to the entire palace like a tide.

The spiritual exploration quickly penetrated the layers of barriers, like a pair of invisible hands, carefully caressing every piece of air and shadow, trying to capture some specific abnormal information.

However, just when the spirituality spread to a certain range, it suddenly seemed to hit an invisible wall.

His spiritual fluctuations were disturbed, it was a strange twisted force field, as if this space was artificially twisted into irregular ripples, swallowing and tampering with spiritual information.

Xia Xiu looked in the direction of the force field fluctuations, and his eyebrows frowned slightly.

In the deepest part of the palace, in a dark corner, something made a subtle rolling sound.

At first, a vague little shadow rolled out of the darkness.

Then, there was the second one, the third one... and then more and more, almost pouring out like a tide.

When those things were gradually exposed to the residual light of the flame, Xia Xiu saw their appearance clearly - they were a group of strange and absurd beings.

They had bright yellow skin, cylindrical bodies, and the outline looked like an enlarged pill. They were short, fat and well-proportioned, and no taller than three apples.

The head and body were almost integrated, with no obvious neck.

The eyes were divided into single eyes or double eyes, and the position was exaggerated to occupy half of the face, and when they blinked, they had some kind of mechanical precision.

Their necks and heads were hung with strange metal coils, emitting a faint light.

These guys were not wearing clothes, but they did not look shy, but like innocent children, with rich and exaggerated expressions.

The pill-shaped bodies rolled one by one, crowded and crowded, looking very strange.

The moment they saw Xia Xiu, the group of little creatures almost uttered a sharp and rapid sound in unison:

"Bello! Bananaaaa!"

"Papaya tututu!"

"Boopiki lala zuzu."

"Kapow kapow! Woo lala taka!"

The sound was noisy but rhythmic, like some strange language, and also like a group of out-of-control toys shouting randomly.

Their expressions changed exaggeratedly, and they danced around Xia Xiu, their movements smooth as if they had been rehearsed countless times.

Xia Xiu did not respond immediately, but calmly watched these strange creatures.

The golden light in his eyes flowed slightly, and his spirituality surged in his body, but it was disturbed by the abnormal power of these little creatures and became more chaotic.

His brows frowned again, and there was a hint of thought in his tone:

"What are these things...?"