Extraordinary pedigree

The silent atmosphere condensed in the air, as if time had also been frozen and stagnated at this moment. At this tense moment, the scene fell into a dead silence.

Facing the blond young man who had finished performing "Pigeon Explosion", everyone in the crew glanced around and communicated silently with each other, but did not dare to speak.

Everyone kept their lips tightly shut, hoping to avoid any movement or sound that might attract the attention of the threat.

"Why don't you say a word?" Xia Xiu asked everyone present in an extremely troubled tone, as if he was very upset that his performance did not attract applause.

"Is my performance not clear enough? If so, I will conjure up a few more pigeons."

Xia Xiu raised the black top hat in his hand, and soon, two round-shaped [Holy Spirit Pigeons] sprang out of the top hat again.

"Gu Gu Gu——"

The two [Holy Spirit Pigeons] did not fly into the sky, but stood on the ground like free-range chickens. They first looked at their boss who was wearing a [Kaomoji Mask], and then turned to look at the fearful one. Dennis the Circus looking at them.

"Goo!"

The [Holy Spirit Pigeons] seemed to understand something, so they raised their furry collars, straightened their backs, and walked majestically in front of all the members of Dennis Circus, while the crew avoided these two with frightened faces. They are just pigeons, afraid that they will suddenly explode in the crowd.

[Holy Spirit Pigeon] found that these people were very afraid of themselves, so they became even more angry. They chased the circus members like children chasing geese.

"Um, sir, can you take your familiar back? If my guys are killed like this, it will be a huge loss to the entire Terra."

Just as the two gangster pigeons were having a great time, a magnetic male voice came from behind. When the circus members heard this voice, they seemed to have found a backer, and they all looked towards The source of the sound.

A tall and straight man in a gorgeous red suit walked towards us with a smile. His black hair was neatly combed, and his slightly wavy hairstyle showed a hint of fashion and personality.

"Captain, you are finally here."

The circus members all showed happy expressions, and they automatically moved out of the way.

Cha, the leader of Dennis Circus, walked out of the crowd with a smile on his face. He stretched out his right hand and said to the blond young man:

"I am the leader of this circus, Chapman Ron. If you need anything, you can tell me."

Xia Xiu stretched out his right hand to shake hands with Ron. When the two shook hands, he quietly placed an anonymous bank card in the palm of his hand. When the two shook hands, Ron's eyebrows unconsciously Picked

Ron looked up and down the blond young man, and the expression on the mask on the blond young man's face looked like this:

(●''●)

"Captain Ron, my companions and I are honest people from remote areas. We left our hometowns to pursue our ideals. And our ideal is to become a pair of amazing circus stars. For this ideal, we are We have been running all the way and going through many hardships; we have always longed for Dennis Circus, so we came here specially to join the circus and fulfill our ideals."

Xia Xiu opened his mouth, and his tone was particularly sincere. Captain Ron was stunned for a moment.

Not to mention anything else in advance, the other party's skilled 'bribery' technique doesn't make him look like an honest person.

Ron calmly collected the anonymous bank card, then carefully considered his tone and said to Xia Xiu:

"This..., the circus is a legal and formal circus, and we will not recruit undocumented people or gangsters."

"What the troupe leader said makes us look like bad guys. We are naturally good citizens with certificates. If we don't have certificates, how dare we apply for jobs in the circus." Xia Xiu immediately replied dissatisfied. His tone was a little aggressive, sounding like the anger displayed by an honest man when he was slandered as a bad person.

"Ah this..."

While stroking the anonymous bank card with his hand, Ron pretended to be embarrassed. He looked at the blond young man in front of him, and then looked at the man in plain robes beside him, looking a little embarrassed.

"I haven't transformed into enough pigeons. I'll transform into a few more for you, captain. I can transform into more than ten pigeons like this." Looking at the embarrassed captain,

The blond young man raised the hat in his hand and shook out a few round pigeons. This made Ron's eyelids jump and his originally confident face suddenly froze.

Both the stick and the carrot were given. If the two of them failed to bring in funds to join the group today, then the leader of Dennis Circus should be replaced by Dangdang.

"Welcome, welcome, you two will be members of Dennis' Circus from now on."

Ron looked at the few extra rogue pigeons and decisively chose to give in.

Ron naturally knew in his heart that the two unknown guys in front of him were very dangerous and would bring disaster to the crew, but he had no choice. He was just a third-rate thaumaturge. If there were only four or five exploding pigeons on the other side, , he was confident that he could win easily, but the opponent suddenly got so many pigeons that he was numb now.

Moreover, he has already accepted the other party's money. If he doesn't give him face again, he suspects that he may have to confess here today.

"Ah haha, happy cooperation, happy cooperation." Ron said with a smile.

"Captain Ron made a wise choice. By the way, let's talk about the arrangements for the next daytime show now. My friends and I hope to be the starting lineup and perform our special magic to the citizens of the underground city. .”

Xia Xiu further demonstrated to Ron what it means to push beyond the limit.

"······"

"Captain, why did you suddenly stop talking?"

"No, I'm just too...too happy..."

"Okay then, without further ado, let's start discussing the program arrangements."

Just like this, the other members of the circus watched their leader and the 'newcomer' who had just joined the group walk into the circus' meeting tent arm in arm; Broly, on the other hand, was honest. Standing outside the tent, like a loyal guard, his amber-like eyes scanned everyone present. Those who were caught in his eyes felt a chill in their hearts.

This is a beast.

Everyone had the same thought in their hearts.

******

The fifth hour of night.

Turs and Zhou Zhou came to the outskirts of Dennis Circus with four visas. Their arrival attracted the attention of the circus members. Everyone focused on the two people, and among them, the one that concerned them the most was It's Turs.

The characteristics of [Pseudo-humans] on the other party are very obvious, and the [Clock Tower], which is dominated by the nobles, is not very friendly to the [Pseudo-humans] group. They maintain a certain disdain for alienated humans. Most of the [Pseudo-humans] ] Scholars are also repulsed by the aristocracy of the [Clock Tower].

Tours has long been used to the strange looks from other people around him.

Among the human group, it is rare for people like Xia Xiu and the others to treat the group of [pseudo-humans] with a normal attitude; it is the majority of situations that [pseudo-humans] have to face when people here look at themselves with the same eyes as aliens.

However, the unbridled gaze of the circus members did not last long. When Broly came to Turs and others, everyone lowered their heads in fear.

There is certainly a reason why the circus is so afraid of Broly.

Bic, the mainstay of Dennis Circus, has one-sixth of the troll bloodline. He is more than two meters tall. He usually feeds three or four people a meal. He has the innate thaumaturgy of [hardening]. In addition to performing, he usually In addition to breaking a big stone in his chest, he is also responsible for guarding the gate of the circus. With Piccolo's presence, ordinary people would not dare to mess with the circus.

As for Piccolo, he was beaten by the man in plain robes until he was bleeding all over. When the circus people found him at the door, Piccolo, who was usually fearless, was like a frightened child, bursting into tears. Shouting don't kill me, don't kill me.

Piccolo's arms were twisted into a mess, looking very curious and scary. When the circus people transported Piccolo inside for healing, he happened to see Broly standing guard at the door, and then, he unexpectedly His eyes turned white and his crotch turned yellow. He was so frightened that he fainted.

Seeing this scene, the others naturally understood who made Piccolo look like this.

After understanding this, they became even more afraid of the beast-like man in front of them.

At this time, Broly had already arrived in front of Turs. He still said to Turs in a calm tone as before:

"Abraham has been waiting for you for a long time."

Broly is still wearing a mask on his face, and the expression on the mask is still like this:

(￣^￣)

Turs looked up at Broly who was wearing the [Kaomoji Mask]. Hearing the other person's serious answer and the extremely funny mask, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Puff——"

"Hahaha, this mask was given to you by Abraham, he is such a talent!"

Broly: (￣^￣)

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. Normally I don't laugh..." Tours covered his stomach with his hands and suppressed his laughter.

The reason why he laughed was because the contrast between Broly and the weird mask was so strong that he couldn't control his facial expression for a while.

Turs next to Zhou Zhou was quite amused. He just glanced at the mask on Broly's face curiously, and then he explained to Broly:

"After the informant received the money, he really wanted to continue to increase the price. Tours and I gave him a little pain."

"Understood." Broly nodded understandingly, and continued to speak to the two of them in a neutral tone, "Go in, Abraham will explain some of the final tasks, and we will meet Dennis Circus later. The group entered the Dennis Theater in District 3 to perform together, and they just needed a visa when boarding the plane.”

"Yes." Zhou Zhou and Tours both nodded at the same time.

Then, the two of them were led by Broly to an independent tent. They opened the tent and walked in.

**********

The seventh hour of night.

Albion·80km layer.

There was a thick gloomy atmosphere in the extremely dark room. The walls were dyed deep black, as if they were swallowing light. There were no windows, no gaps for light, only a weak light that reflected distorted shadows in the room.

The smell in the room was suffocating, filled with a rotten and fishy smell that made people shudder.

The floor was covered with old carpets, which made eerie footsteps when stepped on. There are various strange objects placed in the room, such as skeletons, black candles and cult totems, which show strange shapes and tattered states; the walls are covered with black curtains, and the contents cannot be seen clearly, but you can feel it. An evil energy emanates from it. An ancient altar was placed in the corner, with candles burning with black flames burning on it. The fire light was ferocious and twisted.

In the center of the room is an old wooden table covered with shabby red silk.

There is an ancient book and some mysterious ritual items placed on the table. These items reveal an unspeakable evil atmosphere.

The whole room was filled with depression and fear, as if there were invisible demons lurking in the darkness.

"There are limits to human abilities. I have learned one thing from my short life... The more you play tricks, the more you will find that there are limits to human abilities... Unless you surpass humans." In this dark and profound In this place, the devil's whisper sounded slowly, like a song in the dark night.

"What do you want to say, Vlad III." An old voice sounded in the secret room.

The candlelight in the room flickered, reflecting the old man's terrifying face.

The ugly old man's skin was as pale as a corpse, and the wrinkles were deeply etched on his face, like the irreversible traces of time. His face was twisted and ferocious, his eyes were cloudy and lifeless, and his pupils were sunken, as if they were filled with endless darkness.

"Lando El-Melloi Archibald, you need youth, use the [Mask of Cain], I can feel that my other instruments are gradually being shattered, and the brave man is moving towards me, the evil one." The dragon is coming."

"I need to wait a little longer..."

"etc?"

The sound of jeers echoed throughout the room.

"My child, if you cannot do it today, you will not do it tomorrow. You must not waste a day. You must make up your mind to grab the possible things and hold them tightly. If you are determined, you will not let them escape, and you must do it. Follow through.”

Listening to the mocking in his ears, Lando El-Melloi raised his dim eyes.

"Can a devil also speak the words of a sage?"

"When people grow old, they become like children. This is just an appearance. It takes a long time for people to realize that we have never grown up." The deep voice sounded again. He was not confusing, he was just telling, "When I was young, I had nothing, but I had nothing. It is very satisfying, because at that time we pursued truth and loved fantasy. Put on the mask and give back your unbridled drive, your deep and painful creation, the power of hatred and the authority of love, and your lost youth."

"Yes, I am too old to just play and play; I am too young to ask for nothing." Lando El-Melloi stroked a dark mask. He wanted to put it on, but his My teacher's whispers always echoed in my mind.

You must deny yourself! Be self-denial!

This is an eternal old tune, and you can hear this singing at the top of your lungs at any time throughout your life.

"Vlad III, have you seen [Miracle]?" Lando El-Melloi, who was stroking his mask, asked into the void like a curious student.

"Although I heard the gospel, I lacked faith; [the miracle] was the beloved son born of faith... Maybe it's because my life is too monotonous, with only endless regret and blood."

His voice paused for a moment, and then he continued to speak to this old child who was thirsty for truth:

“The sun has no room for white monotony.”