Extraordinary pedigree

The end of a week was like the last ray of darkness before dawn, but there was a turbulent tide hidden in the silence.

Since the Earthly Courtyard descended on the Depth 5 world, the rules of this abyss have been completely broken.

The plunderer camp was shocked by the power of space-based weapons and was defeated. In just a few days, all forces of the non-lawful good camp hurriedly evacuated and rushed to deeper planes, fleeing in panic like a swarm of frightened insects fleeing from their natural enemies.

In various fields of Depth 5, the name of Hugh Abraham spread quickly, but it was not in a reverent tone, but mixed with deep fear and resentment.

Scholars from all realms recorded this turmoil that swept Depth 5 as "Chronicle of Psychic Disasters: Premonition of the Abyss Eruption". Under the title, there is a text written in blood, telling a warning that is almost like a curse:

【The disaster of the Golden Tyrant has come to the heavens and the worlds!

He is the master of the abyss, but he is dressed in the cloak of light.

He calls himself the Redeemer, but what he does is far crazier and crueler than our gods.

Remember, the creatures of the heavens and the worlds, if you do not immediately resist the tyrant, then countless plane hubs will be destroyed and countless lives will be killed.

The flag of the abyss will fly on every lost plane, and on that flag is engraved a cold face, which is the symbol of the golden tyrant——】

The author of this passage is an exiled elf prophet with pointed ears named Eldrad Ursan, and his words are full of madness mixed with resentment and fanaticism.

He is an exile and one of the survivors of the [Elven Royal Court].

As a former royal court prophet, he personally witnessed the war of annihilation of the [Elven Royal Court] by the Kingdom of Heaven and the Oletin Empire. This hatred has been with him for hundreds of years and has long been engraved into his bones.

He compares the advent of the courtyard with the war of that year, and portrays Hugh Abraham as a conqueror in a bright cloak, and he regards him as the second Mu of the Kingdom of Heaven.

He called on all the creatures in the heavens and the worlds to unite, resist the invasion of the Lord of the Abyss, resist the descent of the Abyss, and curb the eruption of the Abyss.

He said:

【The Lord of the Abyss and his demons are about to descend upon the worlds. They are wearing armor of blood and iron, and call themselves "angels" and "sons of the courtyard".

All creatures who resist them will be devoured by their flames.

Those so-called sons of the courtyard, their thoughts are filled with the fanaticism of tyrants, sweeping the world with the creed of the golden tyrant.

They are the pioneers of the eruption of the abyss, and are the fear that creatures cannot reach.

The great gods once sealed the abyss on the land of Terra. They used their great power to create a crystal-like sealing barrier to imprison the demons of the abyss in an ancient planet called Terra.

But now, there is a loophole in the seal. The demons that should have been huddled in the seal are beginning to stir under the instigation of the new Lord of the Abyss. They act in the name of angels and try to seize the heavens and the worlds!

The demons of the same kind have defiled the sacred tree of the royal court, using turbid finance to penetrate the sacred tree, dragging the heavens and the worlds, deceiving the gods, confusing all living beings, and escaping the seal.

Everyone, don't be fooled by the turbid golden tree!

We should unite immediately, drive the abyss back to Terra, cleanse the sacred tree, and restore the light! ! ! 】

The words of the elf prophet aroused fear and hesitation in some forces, but more of them were sneers and ridicules against the exile.

"Hehe, he said it well, if he really had the courage to resist, why didn't he take the lead in the charge?"

The looters hiding in Depth 5 sneered at the speech of the elf prophet.

They knew better than anyone how the reputation of the Golden Tyrant was established-the light of the base weapon not only illuminated the base of the looters, but also made everyone realize that no matter how they hid, they could not compete with that absolute power.

"One lock of space-based weapons is enough. Who else wants to try?"

"If you have the guts, go pick the fourth sword bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven, don't just talk."

The looters made the same decision: destroy all devices that can track their coordinates and erase any traces that may expose their identities and locations.

They lurked in the deeper depth world like prey, and disappeared completely from sight.

They not only mocked Eldrad's incitement verbally, but also acted very honestly. All of them chose to retreat without exception.

The warning of the elf prophet Eldrad spread among various hidden forces.

His language was full of hatred and fear, portraying the earthly courtyard as a symbol of the advent of the abyss and Hugh Abraham as a golden tyrant.

He hoped that all living beings would unite and expel the Kingdom of Heaven back to Terra, and called on everyone not to be confused by the [Golden Tree]. The so-called Ivy War was essentially a war that should not exist. The living beings of the heavens and the world should cleanse the [Golden Tree] to avoid fighting each other.

He never stopped.

The Elf Prophet knew that his incitement would not have an immediate effect, but he did not care.

He was an old elf, an exile. He knew that his words were destined to not change the situation immediately, but he could plant the seeds of resistance against the Abyss in the heavens and the worlds.

He continued to wander in the worlds with his few followers.

He still tried to gather more forces to unite in the name of "resisting the atrocities of the Abyss".

He used his psychic power to burn his warning messages on parchment and spread them in various secret gathering places.

However, every time the elf prophets are lobbying, a deep fear is hidden.

He knew that the chaser of heaven would eventually find himself, and the golden tyrant would not allow such a voice to spread freely.

He was escaping and lobbying that every time he threw it was the gambling he made in front of time.

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The heavens are all bounds, depth of 5 · Duster courtyard.

In the courtyard, calm as usual.

Simulation of the sunlight through the projection of the sky sprinkled in every corner of the courtyard, and stroked the buildings, land and busy people warmly.

In this peaceful atmosphere, in the courtyard, the principal's own principal's office, Xia Xiu's hand was holding a piece of shellacket paper.

This sheepskin paper is included in the content of "The Theory of Lingle Disaster". The text exudes a faint strange luster, and the text is full of special psychological mothers.

——The readers can not help but resonate, and even start to recognize their content in the subconscious.

Beside Xia Xiu, the vice president, the prime minister of the Administration, Turus, holding his chest with both hands, calm eyes;

Intelligence net spy stood quietly on the first week of the first week, and his complexion was deep;

The commander of the guards Standing in a slightly farther position, her arms over their chests, her eyes drooping, as if they were waiting for orders.

Xia Xiu gently bounced the sheepskin paper in the player, and it seemed that it was not affected by the content of the instigator above.

There was a trace of smiles in the corner of his mouth, as if looking at a rare crafts, not a hostile text.

"The content on this sheepskin paper ..."

Going forward a week, bowed his head slightly, and handed the documents in his hand to Xia Xiu.

"It is spreading to the deep area of ​​the heavens in the various realms of the heavens in the form of viral transmission.

I tracked the organizations and forces responsible for dissemination within 5 depths, and had warned the Secretary -General through the diplomatic measures of the Authority to warn them.

At present, they are indeed honest and dare not promote the spread. "

"But ..." I paused for a week, frowned slightly, and seemed to be considering the wording.

"Other communicators hidden in the deeper, I suspect that there is a greater forces behind it, and even directly fund the actions of the elven prophet.

Otherwise, this speed and intensity of communication cannot be done by an exile with the power of several small gangs. "

Xia Xiu looked down at the leather paper, and slowly slid the fingertips passing through those emotional institutional words, whispered:

"The prince of the abyss and his devil are about to come to the world. They wearing blood and iron armor, claiming to be 'Angel' and the Son of the Court '... All the lives that resist their lives will be swallowed by their flames ..."

His voice was low and gentle, without anger, and no anxiety. There was only a careless interest, as if this was just a kind of immature resistance statement, not a real threat.

He raised his head and looked at Turs.

"The eligue prophet -Eldrad Ulsan, but it has a very level incitement."

Xia Xiu's tone was easy, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and seemed to have no attention to the allegations on sheepskin paper.

"However, incitement also requires capital."

Turs hugged his arms and fell on the parchment paper in Xia Xiu's hand, with a little indifferent look in his eyes.

The voice of the fox ears is as calm and ironic as always:

There is no mistake, one post, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, a book, one, one, a look!

"Indeed, he mastered some institutional means, such as emotional control, psychological maternal implantation, and 'techniques" on content selection. However, it is just to deceive those who are simple and swinging. "

Xia Xiu looked at the sheepskin paper in his hand with a smile, and gently bounced the edge of the bullet paper with his fingers, as if he was passing a threatened little bug.

Then, he looked at the intelligence net spy on the side for a week and asked at will:

"Vito, what do you think?"

Take a step forward a week, stand on the side of Xia Xiu, reached out to scratch on his neck, and made a decisive rubbing movement.

Cold tone and direct:

"Do him--"

Xia Xiu raised his eyebrows, and seemed to be surprised to this straightforward answer.

Vito continued to say that the tone slowed a little bit:

"However, before that, we also have to see what he wants to do.

For example, this thing on this sheepskin paper ... it can tell us the true view of some people in advance. "

Vito looked down at the parchment paper, and there was a trace of chill in his eyes:

"If the purpose of spreading this statement is to split the world and use the turbulence of the deep world to counter the actions of the kingdom of heaven, then those organizations and funders who convey this kind of information-"

He paused, looked up at Xia Xiu, his voice was a little bit cold: "It's already over the red line."

Xia Xiu gently placed the sheepskin paper back to the desktop, his fingers slowly and rhythmically hitting the smooth desktop, and the crisp sound echoed in the silent room.

Every time I hit, it seemed to have a deep thought, as if he was sorting out the context of thinking in this way.

His eyes were low, with a light light in his eyes, thinking about a complicated situation, and the smile was still hanging in the corner of his lips.

The smile is mild, but there is no warmth, but it makes people feel a delicate cold, so that the air in the room has solidified a little at this moment.

He stopped knocking, slowly raised his eyes, and focused on Turles and Vito.

The smile did not fade at all, but became more calm, even with an elusive indifference.

His tone was as calm as usual, but also with a kind of pressure that could not be ignored:

"Continue to investigate."

His words were brief, but contained an order that could not be ignored.

"Especially those forces that funded the spread of these remarks. I want to know who is acquiescing and even promoting the spread of these remarks."

He paused, and his tone became slightly brisk, even with a hint of indifference:

"As for Eldrad..."

Xia Xiu's smile deepened, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "You can do it yourself."

He looked at Turles and Zhou Yi, and a subtle light flashed in his eyes.

"If you want to dispatch students in the courtyard, remember to tell Hope."

"She is recently forming a courtyard political commissar group, and Joseph and Tukhachevsky are the two representatives of the political commissar group she selected.

She also started the courtyard's civil service organization, and Araz will serve as the courtyard's secretary and the representative of the civil service organization."

"The current student dispatch is all carefully calculated."

He paused and couldn't help laughing.

"So, if you want someone, you have to ask her to write a note."

Turles stood in front of the table, looking down at the short golden hair in front of him. The golden luster cast a soft light and shadow on the table. He shook his head helplessly, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You really make people work overtime to death."

He reached out and touched the fox tail behind him. The tail swayed gently, silently expressing the dissatisfaction of the social animal.

Xia Xiu didn't look up. He was still concentrating on flipping through the documents in front of him, frowning slightly, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed his eyebrows.

His expression revealed a strong smell of office worker, but his eyes still showed a subtle calmness and clarity.

"There is really no way now..."

His voice was a little helpless, but calm.

"There are only 300 students in the first period. I hope they are embezzled personnel who are robbing Peter to pay Paul.

And today is the day for students to choose. If even one of the 300 is missing, she may have to cry for a whole day."

Turles raised his eyebrows, his mouth slightly raised, and a sense of playfulness surged in his heart:

"This is really a headache. Do you think these students will sign the contract?"

There was a subtle teasing in his words, as if he had guessed the choice of most students.

Xia Xiu gently put down the documents in his hand, and finally moved his eyes away from the table, swept across Turles, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It depends on them."

"After all, the most precious content of the treaty that I can promise them is only..."

"——Return to the Iron Crown."