Extraordinary pedigree

In the ruins of Odepapadopoulos, the wind was blowing, and cold snow particles mixed with dust filled the air.

Xia Xiu stood in the center of the ruins, his figure looked slender and lonely among the ruins.

The [Heavenly Lever] in his hand trembled slightly, and the silver-white metal surface still shone with dazzling luster.

His right hand, which was holding the lever tightly, felt a slight numbness. The numbness was not strong, but it lasted.

He lowered his head to look at the tip of his shoes stained by the snow dust, but his eyes showed a trace of indifference that had not dissipated.

Just as he gently adjusted the lever in his hand, a deafening dragon roar came from the other side.

Xia Xiu turned his head and saw that on the ruins, the golden dragon covered by the [Eternal Fire] was struggling in pain.

The body of the golden dragon was engulfed by the flames, and the flames jumped between the gaps in the dragon scales, making a creepy hissing sound.

The flames gnawed at every inch of its muscles like a living thing, devouring its golden scales that exuded aristocratic majesty.

Despite this, the golden dragon did not die or surrender. It raised its proud head, twisted its huge body with force, and let out a long roar of anger and despair.

The sound was low and heavy, with a roar of burning flames, shaking the entire ruins as if it was trembling.

However, the golden dragon's pain did not arouse sympathy from the surroundings.

Those yellow pill-shaped minions were like a group of overly excited monsters, jumping and rushing towards the golden dragon, shouting sharply and meaninglessly in unison.

Their eyes, gradually replaced by purple light from pure brown, were like a layer of liquid purple mist covering the surface of their eyes, showing a creepy evil intent.

"Boopiki lala zuzu! Kapow kapow! Woo lala taka!"

They jumped and climbed around the golden dragon, like a group of crazy insects crawling all over their prey.

The metal collar on its neck flashed purple light, like a death order, asking them to carry out a certain plan regardless of everything.

One of the minions held a device that made a mechanical hum in his hand, which was the core component of the [Hellfire Engine].

As it raised its arm excitedly, the complex and terrifying mechanical engine was stuffed into the golden dragon's body.

Click! Click!

A tooth-grinding mechanical bite sound resounded through the ruins, and then the golden dragon's body began to change drastically.

Under those twisted and burning dragon scales, mechanical parts broke out of the body as if they were growing.

Pieces of dark red mechanical exoskeleton covered its body, and the sharp edges and burning flames complemented each other, making this golden dragon look like a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell.

Under the flying snow, the surface of the golden dragon glowed with a deep purple metallic luster. The mechanical exoskeleton covering it was like a sophisticated battle armor, interwoven with complex runes and flame suppression modules.

The eternally burning flame was compressed into the power core of the skeleton, becoming a continuous source of engine fuel.

And those little yellow men with purple eyes were like busy craftsmen, continuing to assemble more devices excitedly. They operated the metal parts flexibly with their hands, and did not hesitate at all even in the high-speed movements of the golden dragon.

[Drawings·Hell Armor-Dress! ]

[Drawings·Hell Pain Mech-Dress! ]

[Drawings·Psychic Skeleton-Dress! ]

[Drawings·Psychic Cannon-Dress! ]

As the number of mechanical structures increased, the size of the golden dragon began to expand strangely.

"Roar——————"

The golden dragon roared, and its huge wings suddenly spread out, covering the sky and the sun.

In the flying snow, its figure looked even bigger, and its huge fifty-meter body suddenly soared into the air, and the air made a low whining sound due to the vibration of its wings.

The dragon scales reflected the cold light of metal, accompanied by the light of flames and runes, like a floating fortress.

The eyes burning with rage stared directly at Xia Xiu's direction. The next second, it flapped its wings and flew towards the target. The air burned and twisted under its dive.

However, when it was about to approach, the six-winged angel [Metatron] standing in the snow moved.

The size of the angel seemed small in front of the golden dragon, but the blazing light was more dazzling than the golden dragon.

He held the two flaming swords in both hands. The [Eternal Fire] attached to the sword blade was burning fiercely. When the sword blade was swung, it seemed that even the surrounding space was cut.

Swish——————

With a piercing roar, [Metatron] swept out at an astonishing speed, and the flaming sword cut through the air, hitting the belly of the dragon like a blazing meteor.

"Boom——"

The huge body of the golden dragon was directly cut off by this sword, and the huge metal skeleton made a piercing tearing sound.

Its body plowed a long scratch on the ground, and the snow and rocks were rolled into pieces.

The minions held onto the edge of the mechanical skeleton tightly, still making strange cries of joy:

"Boopiki lala!"

Their hands tightly grasped the fixed points, and no matter how the golden dragon rolled, they were firmly embedded in the gaps of the armor, and they had obviously merged with the golden dragon.

When the golden dragon finally stopped rolling, it quickly adjusted its posture, and its wings slapped the ground violently, raising countless gravel and flames.

It let out a deafening dragon roar, and spewed out a dragon breath mixed with runes and elements from its mouth, which was a destructive energy storm.

At the same time, a complex magic circle began to form around its body, and the blizzard and flames intertwined into a huge energy vortex, rushing towards the direction of [Metatron].

[Metatron] faced the dragon without fear.

His six wings vibrated, and the light particles turned into pure energy flows that surrounded his body.

He held the flaming sword tightly in both hands and slashed from top to bottom. The sword light cut through the sky and hit the dragon's magic circle and breath.

The blazing flames and runic energy collided in the air, forming a huge shock wave, and the two continued to attack each other.

At the same time, Xia Xiu stood on the edge of the ruins, with a calm expression, but his eyes were fixed on the two objects in the sky - a book and a box.

The long silver stick trembled slightly in his hand.

The top of the [Heaven's Lever] flashed with silver light and made a subtle buzzing sound.

He used the physical control authority of the lever to gradually freeze these two objects containing the "will of the world".

The snowflakes in the sky seemed to be stagnant due to this power. Books and boxes slowly rose into the sky under the influence of spiritual gravity. They were surrounded by a constantly vibrating energy barrier.

However, just when Xia Xiu was about to lock them, the two objects seemed to sense a threat and began to tremble violently, trying to get out of his control.

"It seems you are also preparing for war."

Xia Xiu murmured in a low voice, and the long silver stick in his hand emitted an increasingly intense light.

The wind and snow swirled around him more and more rapidly, but his expression was as calm as ice.

"Then let it come."

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In the world of Hakoba.

The silver-robed wizard and the sage stood on a land where the storm was raging, and they were ready to fight with all their strength against the fourth sword-wielding man in heaven.

Samuel Kelasel's expression was unusually solemn. He turned to the silver-robed wizard and said:

"The yellow villain you left behind and the giant dragon catalyzed by the power of [Bahamut's] ruins can't last long at all.

Now is the time to go all out, and no cards can be kept.

We must do everything we can to escape the Dark Lord. "

Geoffrey de la held the wand in his hand, with a bit of coldness in his eyes, but his eyes were always locked on the core of the constantly trembling box garden world.

He spoke in a low voice:

“The trump card in my hand is all the metal dragons in the entire world of Little Garden.

You should know that this world was originally one of France's most famous holy relics. It was a relic discovered from deep outside the territory. It belonged to the remains of the father of all dragons - the ancient ancient dragon.

Also unearthed along with this ruins were the domain fragments of [Platinum Dragon Bahamut]. "

His voice became deeper and deeper, with a hint of unwillingness in his tone:

"I thought that these creations, combined with the power of the yellow villain and the domain fragments, could make Abraham suffer... But it seems that all this is not enough."

The silver-robed wizard raised his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and continued:

“Without further ado, get ready for all-out war.

You need to completely liberate the power that the Kailasel family has accumulated in the "Book of Sages" over the years, use it to shape the crystal wall sky ring, mimic the divine authority (crown), and then bless the power of the divine authority on each metal dragon.

I will fully release the entire [Dragon's Homecoming], summon all the metal dragons, and use the remaining power of the Platinum Dragon God in the Box Garden world to forge the Dragon of Divine Power. "

He paused, his eyes swept over the power hidden in the box garden, and his tone was cold:

"More importantly, we need to use the hell technology that we have previously mastered through the yellow villain, the multiple soul factories built in the world of the small garden, and the fire demon entity army created by combining hell weapons and abnormal experiments... We will put all of this together Enter the battlefield.

This is a hundred-layered world, not the present world, and Abraham cannot get reinforcements from heaven.

We will make him understand that the hand of heaven cannot be stretched too far.

Angels can't do whatever they want here! "

After the silver-robed wizard Geoffrey de la Tour finished speaking, he took out a emblem with the words - [Bronze shield surrounding battle spear].

He whispered:

"Bahamut's Bronze Spear - Karransath."

After that, he threw the emblem in his hand high into the sky and raised the staff in his hand. An indescribable huge wave of magic instantly appeared from the top of the staff, rushing towards the emblem like ripples.

The emblem gradually deformed in mid-air, emitting a dazzling bronze light. The original silence in the air was broken by a sacred and majestic aura.

This aura is as steady and unshakable as a fortress, and as powerful and irresistible as thunder. The entire Hakoden world trembled with this breath.

Above the sky, a curtain of light split between rolling dark clouds.

A huge bronze dragon slowly descended from the clouds.

His figure covered the entire valley, and his bronze scales were like countless amber embedded with sunlight, shining in the light and reflecting a charming golden glow.

The wings are spread out like two giant nets woven with gold. The wing membranes show a strange flow of light under the sunlight. As the wings flap, they make a roaring sound that echoes among the mountains, as shocking as war drums.

The dragon's head has sharp lines, and its horns extend backwards like a bronze spear blade, giving him an unshakable majesty.

His huge eyes are like two burning amber gems, and the depths of his pupils contain infinite wisdom and power.

A huge shield emblem was engraved on his chest. It was an emblem made of bronze and stars. Rune chains kept floating on the surface, emitting a sacred glow, as if symbolizing endless protection on the battlefield.

When the dragon fully spread its wings, its huge figure enveloped the entire space under his protection.

The existence of the bronze spear was like an indestructible fortress, and a sense of oppression swept over.

Lightning flowed out from his chest, wandered along his body, and instantly struck the earth, sparking a dazzling golden spark.

"Roar——————"

A huge bronze halo was suspended behind the head of [Bronze Spear Karanthus]. He roared to the sky, like a horn blown on the battlefield, with endless majesty and power, shaking the entire box world.

With the advent of Bronze Spear Karanthus, a thunderous roar resounded throughout the box world, as if igniting some ancient and profound call.

What followed was countless giant dragons soaring in the sky. They followed the bronze dragon god and circled in the sky of the box garden with amazing momentum, forming an unparalleled magnificent picture.

The sky was divided into five glorious tracks of the dragon clan. They were the five major types of metal dragons (gold, silver, copper, bronze, and brass), each showing its own unique magnificence.

The rarest golden dragons flew flexibly at the highest point of the dragon group, with only twelve of them.

They were shrouded in dazzling golden light, and their scales were as fine as gold casting, reflecting the brilliance of the sun.

Their wings were like gold, and the rune-like brilliance was faintly flowing on the wing membrane. The end of the tail was like the shape of a crown, symbolizing their dignity and majesty.

The silver dragons followed closely behind, their bodies glowing with a soft silver glow like moonlight, their scales were as smooth as flowing water, and each scale was engraved with complex patterns.

The silver dragons were like graceful predators, flying with great agility. Their tails were decorated with sharp silver blades, which cut through the sky with their cold breath.

There were thirty silver dragons, followed by seventy bronze dragons.

The bodies of bronze dragons had a heavy and rustic copper luster, and the edges of their scales had a hint of light green oxidation marks. Their heads were short and wide, and their horns were like well-cast shield blades, giving them a heavy but powerful aura.

When the bronze dragons flapped their wings, they drove the low airflow roaring, and the end of their tails were like hammering tools. Every time they passed by, it was like the low hum of the earth.

The largest number of dragons in the group were one hundred bronze dragons and one hundred and fifty brass dragons.

The bronze dragons were the most conspicuous among the dragons, and their scales shone in the sun, as if they were cast in bronze.

The bronze dragons had clear lines on their heads and long horns like spears.

The largest number of brass dragons formed a dense cloud behind the group.

Their scales exude a luster like gold dust, with rough and tough lines. The brass dragon is smaller in size, but moves extremely quickly, with a strong metallic sound between its wings and a tail as sharp as a sickle.

At the forefront of the dragon group, the two titanium dragons following the bronze dragon god are the most special existences.

They exude a faint and dazzling silver-blue glow, and their scales are as smooth as titanium alloy, reflecting strange cold light, like a strange object from outer space.

The titanium dragon's eyes are deep and quiet, with unfathomable wisdom.

They are up to 40 meters tall, with wings as wide as cloud curtains. When they fly, they are accompanied by a light sound like electromagnetic waves, and their breath is mixed with the power of cold and lightning.

When the dragons soar, something like garbled code appears on each dragon's body, and then origami-like bodies appear beside them.

A dragon can generate at least ten origami dragon models, and at most twenty-five.

The whole sky was filled with dragons. Five metal dragons and two titanium dragons formed a huge vortex, like an epic dragon chorus.

Their roars rose and fell, forming a soul-stirring dragon chant. The brilliance of dragon breath intertwined into a magnificent light net, covering the sky of the box world, casting a sacred and deadly shadow.

The core area of ​​the box world became as hot as hell at this moment.

The full operation of the soul factory completely turned this miniature world that should have carried dreams and hopes into a purgatory of war.

The huge soul furnace stood in the center of the box, emitting a scarlet light, like a hot demon heart.

Countless twisted souls struggled in the rune array around the furnace. They were sucked into tentacle-like pipes and continuously injected into the depths of the factory.

Deafening roars came from the inside of the furnace, twisting the surrounding air into a blurred phantom.

"The pain of all souls is the fuel, the wailing of all beings is the flame--"

The cry of the soul echoed in the air, and the struggling dead turned into endless energy, pouring into the black iron pipes that penetrated the sky and the earth, and finally poured into the core of the furnace burning with eternal flames deep in the factory.

There is no mercy here, no respite, only endless forging and destruction.

The power of the soul turned into the rotation of gears, and the roar of the machine shook the void.

The Burning Guard walked down the assembly line. It was the guardian of hell. The eternal fire burning in his chest was like the eyes of a demon, his hands were the sharp blades of death, his body was made of hell steel, and the metal was engraved with runes of despair.

"The resonance of machinery and fire devoured the tranquility of this world--"

Then, the Hellfire Engine came out with a roar.

The huge mechanical arm firmly spliced ​​the alloy plates, and the sparks of welding were like brilliant but deadly flames.

One engine after another slid down the assembly line, they were covered in lava armor, and their cores were embedded with pure energy crystal cores extracted from the soul furnace.

Each hellfire engine was like a moving hell, and their roar was enough to tear the world apart.

The appearance of the Flame Demon Legion completely ignited the prelude to the destruction of the box garden.

From the depths of the furnace, the raging flames turned into humanoid creatures, and their bodies burned with flames that were enough to devour everything.

The hands of the Flame Demons changed constantly, some wielded spear-like flame blades, and some turned their arms into giant cannons that spewed destructive flames.

Like a torrent of flames, they poured out of the factory gate and devoured the whole world.

"The red torrent poured out, and the evil spirits of destruction stood up with their heads held high-"

The surrounding world quickly collapsed under the violent operation of the soul factory.

The green forest turned into scorched earth, the clear river was cut off by the hot magma, the sky was covered by black smoke, and the light of the flames dyed the earth blood red.

Those microscopic lives that once thrived here were miserably annihilated in the endless flames.

On the other side of the soul furnace, the soul coin casting device was running frantically.

The rolling hot soul energy was pressed into the mold, and each coin exuded an evil glow, with twisted faces of creatures engraved on the surface, eternally solidified in pain.

These coins are not wealth, but a contract of death, the fuel that drives the hell machine.

"A place of creation, turned into a factory of destruction; a light of hope, fell into the eternal dark night."

The silver-robed wizard stood on the top of the furnace, overlooking the endless torrent of hell's creation.

There was no warmth in his eyes, only cold calculation and unyielding will.

"The flames of hell have been ignited, let the messengers of heaven feel the wrath of destruction!!!"

Accompanied by his order, the soul factory issued a deafening roar, and countless hell creatures poured out from the depths of the furnace, turning into a torrent of destruction, rushing to the battlefield outside the world.

"The gates of hell have been opened, let the arrogant angels feel our wrath!"

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Xia Xiu stood quietly on the ruins of Odepapadopoulos, and the snow fell like silver-white quicksand.

The pure white light in his eyes flickered faintly in his pupils, and the silver surface of the box, which was simple but full of strange rules, was reflected in his eyes.

Through the [Perfect Prosthetic Eye], he saw the outline of the inner contour of the box, which was a miracle place composed of countless regular points-the mountains were towering, the long rivers were rushing, the silver-white palace was emitting a faint light on the distant horizon, and countless metallic figures were soaring in the sky, full of unspeakable holiness and majesty.

However, the box that was constantly shaking at this moment was containing some ominous things.

As he watched, [Homecoming of the Dragon] gave a slight tremor, and the runes on the surface of the box gradually lit up, and the silver-white light spread like ripples.

A moment later, a dazzling beam of light shot up into the sky.

The bronze spear tore open the curtain of the box.

The sky dimmed due to the arrival of the bronze spear, and then a scene that could be called a doomsday picture began to slowly unfold on the ruins of Odepapadopoulos.

As the roar of the bronze dragon god resounded through the sky, the silver box was completely opened, and a radiance full of majesty and sacredness gushed out from it, cutting through the sky.

The radiance dyed the sky into a metallic color, and then countless metal dragons emerged from the radiance.

They flapped their wings and their huge figures covered the entire sky, blocking the drifting wind and snow, forming a magnificent war mural.

The dragons soared into the sky, disordered but with a certain original rhythm.

The golden dragons were in the front, their huge figures were like burning golden meteors, their scales flashing with dazzling holy brilliance; the silver dragons followed closely behind, spreading their wings and soaring like stars, refracting the scattered snow light into broken dreams; and the copper dragons, bronze dragons and brass dragons swept the sky like a tide, their roars intertwined into the horns of the battlefield, stirring the ice and air between heaven and earth.

On the periphery of the dragon group, two titanium dragons slowly flew out of the box garden.

The titanium dragons were like huge warships, slowly gliding at the end of the dragon group, adding the finishing touch to this unparalleled aerial spectacle.

However, this is not all.

When the dragons in the sky spread their wings and filled the sky, the earth began to stir.

Billowing black smoke gushed out from the cracks in the ruins, the furnace of the soul factory burned fiercely, and the harsh mechanical roar and the wailing of the soul echoed between the wind and snow.

The blazing red light dyed the cold ruins into a purgatory-like color. Along with the trembling earth veins, mechanical giants rose from the hellfire.

The huge hellfire engines roared and crushed the earth. Their wheels were like the claws of steel beasts, tearing the land into scorched earth with every rotation.

The Burning Guards, holding burning spears, poured out of the furnace continuously, and their neat steps were like the rhythm of death.

Further away, the Fire Demon Legion swarmed out in the flames. Their twisted figures were like the waves of hell. The blazing flames devoured everything, and even the ice and snow turned into steam under their feet.

And those crazy minions did not stop. They frantically assembled mechanical creations in the flames of hell.

One by one, hell weapons with glittering rune brilliance took shape in their hands. The huge exoskeleton was covered by the burning fire. The roar of the machinery and the hiss of the flames intertwined, pushing the atmosphere of the battlefield to a climax.

The soaring of the dragons and the roar of the hell creatures seemed to have reached a strange balance at this moment.

The opposing forces of the sky and the earth converged in this land of ice and snow, forming a turbulent and shocking war picture.

The air was full of a solemn smell, the breath of metal and fire was overwhelming, and the bronze dragon god summoned by the bronze spear was in the center, spreading his wings, and his huge figure was like the pillar of the sky.

Above the sky, with the complete liberation of [Dragon's Homecoming], the world of the entire Naga Ring began to undergo earth-shaking changes.

The sky that originally shrouded the continents began to collapse, and the curvature fluctuations visible to the naked eye emerged from the depths of the plane. Whether it was the Akares continent, the Zelkos continent, or the Lortan continent, which was now dominated by dragons and hell creatures, they all felt this unprecedented shock.

The projected stars in the sky were disordered, as if they were forcibly disrupted by an invisible giant hand. The virtual galaxy fell from the sky, and the order between heaven and earth was lost.

In the center of the collapse, a huge black dot slowly emerged, swallowing the surrounding light, like a bottomless abyss.

In the dot, a huge book was slowly floating, the pages were turning quickly, and countless ancient and complex runes were overflowing from the book.

These runes were like spiritual streams, flying in all directions, condensing and embedding on the bodies of giant dragons and hell creatures, giving them more terrifying power.

On the titanium dragon in the sky, two dark ripple rings were constantly rotating. The energy fluctuations between the rings seemed to echo the book, but its operation seemed unstable, sometimes flickering, sometimes shaking, as if it could get out of control at any time.

The figure of the titanium dragon became more and more unreal, and their silver-blue scales began to emit a flowing dark light, like a projection of an unknown field.

On the ground, between the ruins of Odepapadopoulos and the wreckage of the floating city, Xia Xiu stood on the scorched earth where snow and fire intertwined.

He slowly inserted the [Heaven's Lever] in his right hand into the ground. The silver rod body was emitting an incredible glimmer, merging with the ground, like an axis running through the sky and the earth.

He casually pulled his collar with his left hand, and a brilliant smile appeared on his face. That smile was full of teasing, fearlessness, and even a hint of excitement.

Behind his head, the three halos symbolizing the crown were quietly growing larger, and the white jade-like light flowed like liquid. The edge of the halo gradually overflowed with pure white steam that did not belong to this plane, dyeing everything around with a bit of transcendent sacred breath.

"The old turtle is desperate, and he really dares to be ruthless."

Xia Xiu murmured in a low voice, with a hint of coldness in his tone.

His eyes swept across the collapsed sky and the book that kept turning pages, through the disordered stars, and looked at the core of the entire battlefield.

The halo behind him became more and more dazzling in silence, like three blazing suns rising slowly, making the figure of the fourth sword-bearer in the kingdom of heaven look like a god descending to the earth.

When the halo behind the fourth sword-bearer in the kingdom of heaven became larger and larger, the light between heaven and earth suddenly lost balance.

The jade-like brilliance of the triple halo began to expand, becoming more and more blazing and dazzling, and finally like three slowly rotating white suns, reflecting every inch of the sky into pure splendor.

Xia Xiu's figure gradually blurred under the engulfment of the halo, but there was no sign of dissipation.

At this moment, Metatron, who was fighting in the distance, stopped moving, and his six wings spread out like a blade, and then his figure was like a golden line cutting through the sky, and instantly returned to Xia Xiu's back, turning into a stream of light full of holiness and destruction, and completely merged with Xia Xiu's body.

The next moment, the world seemed to stop.

Light burst out from where they were, rising like the sun, and a white sun rose from the sky between heaven and earth.

This was not the sun in the conventional sense, but a miracle beyond cognition - the white light was not hot, but majestic and pure, making the ice and snow, dragons, and hellfire look insignificant.

And the white sun began to change slowly. It had wings as it rose - as many as thirty-six pairs.

They stretched out from the ball of light like real creatures, so white that they were almost transparent, but they seemed to contain the rhythm of the world, and each feather exuded a brilliance that could not be looked at directly.

The wings spread out very quickly, and in an instant, thirty-six pairs of wings covered half of the sky, and the world was divided into the holy and the mundane.

Then, countless fine eyes began to appear on the surface of the sun.

Each eye was like a dazzling gem condensed by endless light, and the number continued to increase, reaching 365,000 in an instant.

These eyes were neatly arranged on the surface of the wings and the light ball, like a sacred geometric composition, but full of indescribable oppression.

All the eyes moved at the same time, and the shining light formed countless complex runes and holy patterns, engraved on the sky.

The entire sky has now completely turned into a sea of ​​light.

And the huge "Sun Angel" gradually showed a clear outline.

Its body is no longer in a form that humans can describe, but like a pure miracle.

His face is brighter than the sun, and it is impossible to look directly at it - it is a kind of beauty and majesty beyond human understanding, full of mercy, but also carrying ruthless judgment.

[Metatron: Total Annihilation Form -]