Extraordinary pedigree

The conversation between Xia Xiu and the Tenth Hero Saint George took place in a peaceful and profound atmosphere.

At this time, the two sat face to face, the blond sword-wielder and the hero wearing the golden Terminator armor exchanging hidden information and plans with each other.

During the discussion, the topic gradually turned to the city of Ode Papadopolis, the prehistoric ruins floating above the continent of Elsinia, and its current situation and future.

“Ode Papadopolis…”

Xia Xiu tapped the silver cane on the table with his fingertips, his eyes lowered slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

"The structure and technological origin of this city are extremely rare even among the heavenly technology in this world. I plan to incorporate it into the Third Academy as a mobile enclave of the Third Academy."

St. George listened quietly, his hands folded on the table.

His face was hidden in the shadow of the light. He did not respond in a hurry, but nodded slightly, signaling Xia Xiu to continue.

“I also imagined using the Hub Whisper Square as the entry point, combined with the function of Hell’s Kitchen, as an important gateway for the three courtyards to enter the real world.”

Xia Xiu raised his head and met St. George's eyes.

“And the complete incorporation of the Naga Ring will become the center of experiments and activities of the three academies.

It can be said that this is a multi-dimensional operating platform - both a bridge and a testing ground. "

Saint George pondered for a moment, and then said in a deep voice:

"Your idea is feasible, especially the city of Ode Papadopolis. Its core drive and energy structure may involve a higher level of knowledge. Including the ancient Seth, our research on him has not yet Superficial, but he is an important unknown factor in himself.”

Xia Xiu continued: "Set is an important bargaining chip. He knows too many secrets of the city of Ode Papadopolis. We need him as the key to unlock these technologies and information."

"We do need to pay attention to this ancient one." St. George replied, "My think tank link group is equivalent to a mobile central containment room research team. The purpose of their existence is to deal with abnormal projects and characteristics of the ancient one. entity."

"Let's go, I will take the think tank team with you to visit the city of Ode Papadopolis."

"Okay." Xia Xiu nodded.

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Soon after, the 10th Hero Saint George took his chief think tank linker, Laszlo Kosogai, and boarded the city of Ode Papadopolis with Xia Xiu.

Laszlo is thin but has a fierce temperament. He is wearing a platinum-trimmed robe. His steps are brisk and precise. He is holding a heavy metal book in his hand. There is a faint light flowing between the pages of the book, as if it records unspeakable words. The secret of man.

The accompanying think tank linkers wore uniform silver-gray uniforms and carried complex equipment bags behind their backs. Each of them held different instruments in their hands, ranging from scanning equipment to analysis modules.

After boarding the prehistoric ruins, they quickly began to divide their work, and under the command of St. George, they conducted an investigation in an orderly manner.

He and the think tank linkers divided the work in a tacit understanding. Various instruments and equipment were arranged in different corners of Ode Papadopolis. Light, shadow and virtual projection were intertwined in the air, creating a busy scene.

"There seems to be a closed information loop within the city's core."

Chief Think Tank Master Laszlo's voice was low and steady. His fingers were operating quickly on the virtual panel, and the runes were flowing with light.

"This structure... is deeply bound to the ether. It can almost be said to be the projection of the ether in reality. It is already an abnormal product in itself and cannot be measured by the energy standards of this world... No wonder it is suspended to this day. Not completely ineffective.”

"Others continue to study." St. George ordered, his voice without any unnecessary emotion.

Then, he turned his attention to the chief think tank division.

"Lazlo, you keep going with us."

"yes."

Laszlo nodded in response, tapped his finger on the operation panel, stored the research results, and then followed the team.

Xia Xiu led the way, and their footsteps finally stopped at the end of the corridor, which was a huge bronze door.

The surface of the door is covered with intricate runes and carvings, and the embossed pattern in the center is an indifferent mask. The eye holes on the mask are deep and hollow, as if watching everyone who approaches it.

In front of the bronze door, an old man with white hair and a childlike face was standing quietly.

His figure seemed out of place with this ancient and weird ruins, but it was extremely natural.

He was holding a handful of small grains in his hand and was feeding a flock of white pigeons.

These white pigeons looked normal and were no different from the pigeons in the modern world. They surrounded the old man's feet, gently pecked at the grains he had sown, and made a low cooing sound.

This scene caused the three angels present to have completely different reactions.

Xia Xiu frowned, and the [Lever of Heaven] in his hand trembled slightly, as if he sensed some indescribable power.

His knuckles gradually tightened, and the hand holding the lever turned slightly white from excessive exertion.

A mysterious and mysterious feeling surged in his heart, and that feeling was very... harmonious.

Saint George almost subconsciously pulled out the [Atonor] warhammer behind his back.

The runes on the surface of the war hammer began to surge rapidly, but collapsed after coming into contact with this scene, and were disintegrated by a higher level of power.

His hand firmly grasped the crazily trembling war hammer, and his originally cold eyes and deeply furrowed expression became "kind".

However, this kind look was accompanied by an inexplicable weirdness.

And Lazlo's performance was even more disturbing.

The magic wand, bolt gun, chain sword, small magic bomb that he had been holding tightly...

All the weapons and equipment representing violence suddenly turned into gray powder and slipped from his hands.

His expression became abruptly calm, even with an incredible sense of satisfaction.

He looked at the white dove in front of him, and a single thought emerged in his eyes.

- Peace.

His heart seemed to be wrapped in an extreme pacifist thought, that thought told it - reject all wars!

The reactions of the three people were intertwined in the silent space, the air seemed to be frozen by an invisible force, and only the subtle sound of the white dove pecking at food echoed in the silence.

Seth slowly raised his head, there was no hostility or vigilance in his eyes, only a deep and palpitating peace.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.

"You are here."

His voice was low, with some indescribable magnetism.

Xia Xiu and Saint George looked at each other. The tacit understanding at this moment was extremely natural, but also revealed a bit of strangeness.

Their eyes fell on Lazlo who was standing aside. The chief think tank was still standing there, with an expression that was almost weird.

His eyes were unfocused, as if he was immersed in some unspeakable perception, as if the disputes in the whole world had nothing to do with him.

—— He seemed to be trapped in some unspeakable happiness.

Saint George's voice was low and brief:

"You stay here."

Although his tone was as majestic as always, it seemed much softer at this moment, and even lacked a bit of the unique coldness of the knight commander.

So, when he said this, Saint George frowned again, he knew that he was being continuously affected by some invisible abnormality/meme.

Lazlo did not have any intention of refutation, and did not even react much, but just nodded slightly mechanically.

Xia Xiu and Saint George walked towards Set side by side.

However, the closer they got to the old man and the white doves at his feet, the more their hearts were disturbed by some subtle power.

The thought of giving up the fight came like a tide.

Xia Xiu wanted to call the crown, but two unique thoughts emerged in his mind, as if fighting in the deep consciousness.

"- Don't call, there is no need, peace is above all."

"- Don't show it, something bad will happen."

These two thoughts are like two opposing voices, but they point to the same result-don't act.

This strange feeling is unbearable, but it cannot be escaped.

Xia Xiu's hands tightened unconsciously. When he let go of any thoughts of resorting to violence, the [Lever of Heaven] that was originally trembling with emotional fluctuations actually fell silent.

Glancing sideways, he found that St. George was also experiencing a similar struggle.

The light that was originally surging on the war hammer [Atonement] also dimmed at this moment, almost completely falling into silence.

They both understood that this power was trying to disintegrate all possibilities of resorting to violence.

Finally, after exchanging glances for a while, the two chose to move forward one after the other.

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St. George kept a proper distance from the fourth sword-bearer in the kingdom of heaven in front of him.

When they stood in front of Seth, the white doves did not seem to notice the arrival of the two angels, and they were still focused on the grains at their feet, occasionally making low coos.

That indescribable "sense of harmony" still permeated the hearts of the two, and even became stronger.

St. George's hands, which were originally tightly holding the war hammer, slowly loosened. He put the war hammer on the ground and spread his hands.

His expression began to become strange, as if peace and struggle were alternating on his face.

"What are these pigeons...?" St. George's voice was low, with a strong sense of vigilance, and his eyes were fixed on the group of white pigeons pecking quietly.

Seth did not answer immediately, but leaned down and gently picked up one of the pigeons.

The pigeon was so quiet in his hands that it was palpitating, and his eyes revealed a kind of almost human calmness.

He raised his head, held the dove in front of the two people, and said in a low and clear voice:

"Brave New World."

"..."

Saint George was silent for a moment, his eyes moved from Set's face to the dove, and the vigilance in his eyes turned into deep thought.

Finally, he slowly spoke with a certain analytical precision in his tone:

"It has two abnormal characteristics: weapon neutralization and hostility suppression."

Xia Xiu, who was also observing the doves on the side, stroked his chin and took over the conversation:

"As long as you get close to them, everyone will lose the will to fight, become docile, and eventually give up action... This is really a genuine dove of peace."

His tone was relaxed, but with a bit of ridicule.

After hearing this, Set's mouth corners rose and showed a bitter smile.

He shook his head helplessly:

"Everyone in your organization is like this, always likes to interpret things with force or control thinking."

After Set finished speaking, the dove in his hand jumped lightly and spread its wings to fly high.

Its wings drew an elegant arc in the air, and as its wings flapped, a faint light fell, like a disappearing star in the night sky.

Xia Xiu watched the pigeon disappear from the end of his sight, his eyes condensed slightly, and a glimmer of inquiry flashed in his golden pupils.

His voice was low and calm, breaking the silence at the moment:

“So, can you explain specifically, these pigeons—and this ‘brave new world’ you’re talking about?”

He paused for a moment, with a hint of thoughtfulness in his tone:

“This is the second time I’ve heard the words ‘brave new world’.

The first time was from the mouths of the fanatical believers of the Gear Orthodox Church.

Those guys tried to use the power of the Broken God to mechanize and gear Terra, and tried to build a mechanical kingdom on land. What they call the ‘New World’ is essentially an extreme expression of plunder and slavery. "

Seth listened quietly to Xia Xiu's description, with a faint smile on his face. He lowered his head slightly, looked at the pigeons standing quietly, and then said:

"These pigeons are completely different from the delusions of the Gear Orthodox Church."

His voice was low, as if telling some secret truth:

"When the flowers spontaneously appear and cover approximately 90% of the land surface of Terra, these doves will be all over Terra... They will fly in every sky and every inch of the earth. Their wings will not bring about destructive wars , will not shape the so-called mechanized slavery, but another form of end."

Seth raised his head, his eyes were deep and cold, and his voice penetrated the space:

"Under the flying white bird, life will come to an end and a brave new world will be born."

These words made the air suddenly freeze. Xia Xiu frowned, staring at Seth with his golden eyes, and his tone sank slightly:

"The end? What kind of end do you mean?"

Seth's voice was low and slow, as if every syllable carried an indescribable weight.

"The end of death."

He spoke slowly, with an unquestionable authority in his voice.

"At that time, all of Terra will experience an unparalleled harmony."

Xia Xiu stared at him quietly, his golden eyes flashing with inquiry, but did not interrupt, as if he wanted Seth to continue talking.

“The weather will become clearer in all areas, the sky will no longer be clouded by haze, and the sun will shine on every land.

The ambient temperature will be stable in a range recognized by most people as 'comfortable', neither hot nor cold, as if Terra itself is bidding farewell to the end of its life. "

There was a slight indifference in his voice, as if he was stating an established fact rather than an unacceptable disaster.

“The air pollution will be cleared, and all exhaust gas, poisonous fog, and even the remaining smell of war will dissipate with the calm before the end.

The whole sky will be clean, frighteningly clear. "

Seth paused and his eyes slowly swept over Xia Xiu and Saint George in front of him.

Saint George's fingers tightened slightly, but still did not speak, while Xia Xiu just waited calmly.

"People around the world will realize Terra's fate and its inevitability."

Seth's voice deepened slightly.

"They will understand that they cannot escape the outcome, and the fear, anger, and despair deep in their hearts will be healed by an invisible force. They will accept it all and remain silent."

"Incidences of violent conflict will be significantly reduced."

Seth continued, raising the corners of his mouth in an unpredictable arc.

“No more fighting, no more hatred, no more conflicts for survival.

In this short period of time, the world will truly achieve the ultimate peace that mankind has been unable to achieve for thousands of years. "

"And when the white bird soars across the world—"

Seth's eyes suddenly sharpened, but his tone still maintained that suffocatingly calm tone.

"——All life on Terra will face the last 24 hours of death."