Extraordinary pedigree

Terra Calendar 1590.8.4.

Red moon night.

Evening: 18:10.

Fog City·Big Ben.

Big Ben is a magnificent clock tower building, towering above the skyline in the center of London. It is located on the south bank of the Thames River and is closely connected with the Houses of Parliament, forming the famous urban landscape of the Fog City.

The appearance of Big Ben's bell tower adopts the Gothic style. It is made of dark stone. The entire bell tower is about 96 meters high and has four clock faces, facing east, west, south and north respectively.

Each clock face has a large, eye-catching clock with clearly visible hands to tell the time.

The top of the bell tower is a spire. The pointed top stands high and stretches towards the sky, like a majestic tower guarding the foggy city.

When night falls, the outer wall of the bell tower is illuminated by lights and becomes dazzling, like a shining star. Every night, Big Ben lights up thousands of lights, illuminating the night sky across London and becoming a symbol of the city.

And tonight, Big Ben is shining as usual.

"Cough cough cough!!!"

"The ceremony has been advanced... because of the interference from the angel from heaven..."

On the top of Big Ben, the old Lando El-Melloi Archibald coughed violently. He covered his mouth with his right hand. Scarlet, rusty liquid flowed down from the palm of his right hand and dripped. On the floor, a bloody flower rippled.

"Life, there is nothing more tragic than this, when one spins through everything, believing in the truth, while the truth turns a blind eye to it."

Lando El-Melloi took out a mask, and his bloody right hand left a clearly visible line on the surface of the mask.

"What is cursed and welcomed? What is desired and banished? What is forever protected? What is reviled and accused? Who is it that you dare not call him?" Lando El-Melloi pressed. He clasped the mask tightly in his hand and said, "Teacher, the answer to the riddle you gave me back then was the 'Rool' and 'Harlequin' in the play; and after you passed away, I learned from others what you had said about this riddle. The answer to the riddle, your answer is 'justice'; and I asked the Impaler, and his answer was 'genius'."

"What is the answer to the riddle? What is the truth? Teacher, the teachings you have given me are becoming increasingly vague."

"Don't fall into the wrong path of sophistry; don't write empty words, don't make platitudes, don't pretend to be a healthy or selfless person; avoid rhetoric, pursue truth, love yourself, love your country, and love humanity... ·”

"Teacher, I can't do it."

Lando El-Melloi looked at his withered old hands, his eyes showing fear and cowardice. He tremblingly raised the mask in his hand and slowly put it on.

Click——

White barbs pierced the back of his head, the mask was embedded on his head, and his eyes began to turn scarlet.

When night falls, dots of lights light up the entire city. The bustling streets are bustling with traffic, and people rush through the crowds. The hustle and bustle makes people feel like they are in another world. In this busy city, everyone has their own story, their own dreams and desires. They are constantly chasing the goals of life and trying to change their destiny. However, the cycle of fate always seems to be full of helplessness and teasing. It's like an endless cycle, in which everyone plays a different role, running around in the long river of time all day long.

Wearing the mask, Lando El-Melloi's blood-red eyes revealed a hint of obscure luster, and then he looked up at the red moon in the sky.

Rumble——

Huge ripples suddenly appeared in the sky of the foggy city, and then, a huge burning ship suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

Accompanying the ship is a dark figure. He floats under the blood moon, flying in the sky, with the night sky as his canopy and the dimly lit city scenery as his background.

He looked down at this historic city with an indifferent expression and his eyes were full of coldness.

The huge [Ether Tide] began to surge from the cracks in the void. Under the red moon, the night seemed to be twisted into huge water ripples.

The impaler's blood-red eyes flashed with ominous light, like a beast in the night. He looked at the blond young man holding the golden Holy Grail a thousand meters away from him on the deck of the burning ship. of coldness.

He will not make mistakes again. He will go all out here. He will use the blood and head of Hugh Abraham, the [Ether Tide] of the Spirit Tomb, the billions of creatures in the Fog City, and the foundation of the [Clock Tower] Impact the immortal miracle.

"Death is inevitable for everyone,

We are all one,

Everyone's life is a complete part,

Every soul that passes away is a part of us.

So don't imagine yourself as an isolated island;

Every death is a bell,

Resonating around us.

Ask not for whom the bell tolls,

It sings for you,

It sings for me,

It chimes for all of us. "

when--

The bell on the bell tower of Big Ben rang, and the entire foggy city seemed to be shaken by it.

It stands tall and quietly watches the city. Whenever the bell rings, it is like a solemn guardian, announcing the passage of time with its sonorous and powerful bells.

At this moment, the eyes of the people in the foggy city were unconsciously attracted by the terrifying scene in the sky.

Click click click click~

The [Crown] behind the Impaled Male began to make an overwhelming sound, but he ignored it and continued to chant.

"The bird of Hermes is my name, it eats its own wings to control my heart!"

Peng! ! !

The black halo exploded, and then, something terrifying emerged from the body of the impaling male, and dense eyes opened from his body surface.

He slowly stretched out his hand, as if holding an invisible force.

There was a suffocating sense of oppression in the air, as if foreshadowing the coming horror.

Tick ​​tock! Tick ​​tock! Tick ​​tock!

It rained blood from the sky.

At the same time, his body began to change, and the black clothes quickly tore apart in all directions, revealing the countless scars on his body. Each scar was like a river, and his body became the source of these rivers.

[The crown unfolds and the river of death! 】

Rumble——

Rumble——

A desperate force surged out from the body of the impaling male, like a wild torrent, sweeping through the entire space.

It is a river of souls, each one an enemy he has killed in the past. Their faces were twisted, full of fear and pain, they were screaming, they were struggling, they were wailing.

The river surged out, as if it wanted to swallow the whole world.

These souls have different shapes, some are like dogs, some are like birds, some are like fish, and some have blurred shapes. They surrounded the Impaler as if he were their king, their master.

Their existence is not only a symbol of the power of the Impaler, but also the memory of his past killings and proof of his sins.

This process seemed to be endless, with rivers pouring out of the Impaled Male's body like a furious flood.

These souls came out of his body like black tentacles, as if they were dragging everything into the abyss.

"Ahhhh——"

"Ahhhh——"

This process is crazy and terrifying, full of ominous atmosphere.

The black river swirled in the air, like an evil dragon, charging straight towards the enemy with overwhelming power. It was a desperate carnage, a shocking performance.

Faced with such a scene, everyone was in shock. Looking at this terrifying image that was once just a legend, they looked at this monster that they only knew by name. Their hearts trembled crazily, and their bodies also trembled crazily. Trembling, their world is trembling.

Despair, they felt fear, they felt death was close at hand.

The [River of Death] behind the impaling male is still stretching endlessly. The black water is like the deepest undercurrent in the night sky, like a boundless black hole, swallowing up all the light.

The Dead River seems to be hunting. Their wildness, their roars, and their struggles are the deepest threat and intimidation to the living.

Darkness, endless darkness, as if the only thing left at the end of the world is the Impaler's smile and the endless river of death.

In this world, nothing is more real and cruel than death.

Faced with such a situation, all resistance and all struggles seemed so small and powerless.

The river of death seems to be the roar of the Impaler, and also his song.

He is the bringer of death, he is the lord of darkness.

His existence is a threat to the living and a contempt for the living.

His smile is a mockery of the living, a mockery of the living.

The 3,424,867 dead souls, from top to bottom, turned into a tide of despair and flooded the foggy city.

People fell to their knees on the ground, wailing in pain, and bursting into tears. Before the death river came, their sanity had been directly destroyed by the terrible Memusu.

The shrill and painful screams of the souls in the sky echoed with the fearful screams of the people in the foggy city on the ground. At the moment when the [River of Death] unfolded, the [Clock Tower] seventy and five cities were activated at the same time, and the huge distortion force The field covers the entire foggy city.

when--

when--

when--

Big Ben began to ring crazily, and the huge [miracle] began to communicate with the etheric level and carry out large-scale distortion of the world.

[Miracle·The narrator sublimates! 】

The people of the entire foggy city fell into a special state of observation. They began to shift from "narrating life forms" to "observer life forms". Their spirituality increased, and the collective consciousness sublimated toward the ether, and began to separate from the real world. The river of death ran through it. Through them, the surroundings of the foggy city appeared.

In an instant, the fog seemed to sink into an abyss.

Streets, buildings, and lights were all swallowed up by darkness.

Only the figure of the Impaler stands alone in the darkness, like an eternal monument.

In the darkness, there seemed to be countless howls and fears echoing, which were the lamentations of the souls of the dead in the river of death.

Then, like a tidal wave, the black river surges through the streets and invades the buildings, ruthlessly devouring everything, some not covered by the miracle.

The River of Death glowed with a faint light and flowed with the cold breath of death.

In the darkness, the fog was submerged by this unstoppable tide, leaving only the figure of the Impaler, like a judge, looking down on this dead city.

At this moment, Lando El-Melloi, standing on Big Ben, had taken off his mask, and the ripples of time on his face had been smoothed.

His appearance once again returned to the handsomeness of his youth, and he was filled with a graceful and noble temperament. His figure once again became tall and straight, and his beautiful black hair was as deep and smooth as the black agate in the night sky, setting off his tall forehead and The slightly raised eyebrows showed a hint of arrogance and excitement.

Lando El-Melloi looked down at the black tide.

They have been waiting for this moment for too long. They used the River of Death to force out the [Miracle Project] of the [Clock Tower], and then used the huge [Ether Tide] to impact the project, so that the miracle would act on the Impaled Male, burning [ Clock Tower] to allow the Impaler, the [Crown One], to enter the forced "Observer Life Body", and then backfired on the people of the Fog City, refining tens of thousands of [Philosopher's Stones].

To do this, they needed to break down living things into salt (body), sulfur (soul) and mercury (spirit). [The Philosopher's Stone] is the product of the perfect balance of these three elements.

On Big Ben, a shadowy figure holding a book appeared behind Lando El-Melloi, and when this figure appeared, layers of mercury leaked from his body.

This is the incarnation of Lando El-Melloi——[Zosimus].

The silver liquid of mercury flows, like a living thing, twisting and twisting on the ground.

It seemed to have its own consciousness. As the mysterious power guided its direction and shape, a huge magic circle was soon formed.

The pattern of the magic circle is composed of countless complex lines and symbols, and each line is flowing with the light of mercury. The flickering silver light casts a dark halo, filling the entire secret room with a mysterious atmosphere. These symbols and patterns are like a loom weaving magic, and every thread is a vital part of the magic circle.

In the center of the circle, a mysterious symbol shines brightly.

This symbol represents mysterious power and secret knowledge, and is the core of the entire magic circle. The mercury is constantly squirming around this symbol, seeming to be pursuing the mystery within it.

[Zosimus] floated in front of the magic circle, holding an ancient code and reciting ancient spells in a low voice.

"God is the glory of all things, and so is the divine and divine nature. God, like mind, nature, and matter, is the beginning of all things that exist, for he is the wisdom that means to direct them. So is the divine. In the beginning, there is nature, energy, necessity, wholeness and renewal.

In the abyss there was boundless darkness, water, and the wonderful breath of intelligence, all existing through divine power in chaos. Then a sacred light was emitted, and the elements were solidified from the liquid essence. All the gods divided parts of the original essence. "

[Stealing Ritual·Son of the Supreme]

Lando El-Melloi has been waiting for this moment for a long time. To steal the [Miracle] first, he must destroy the shelter of seventy-five cities.

And the easiest way to destroy something is to disintegrate it from the inside.

For example, now.

Click click click——

In the distance, the protective magic circle belonging to El-Melloi's exclusive classroom collapsed instantly. The members of the El-Melloi family inside the magic circle looked at the broken magic circle in horror.

"No···"

"Roar!!!"

Almost instantly, the entire classroom was enveloped in the river of death.

The darkness like ink, filled with a foul smell, surrounded the entire classroom and dyed the sky black.

The whole world seemed to be shrouded in darkness, and all life was trembling under this darkness.

**********

Fog and Palace of Westminster.

It is a Gothic-style building, majestic with intricate spiers and cornices, and majestic towers rising above the skyline. The entire building is mainly made of gray stone, exuding a rich historical atmosphere, with exquisite carvings and patterns on the facade.

At this moment, the entire Palace of Westminster was covered by a black wave, and three people were standing in the only clean area.

Broly, who was wearing a plain robe, had bloody steam all over his body. Behind him, [Beowulf] punched crazily, hitting the surging tide. With his own strength, he was forced into the tide. Create a vacuum zone.

"If we can't cure the disease this time, we will really be in trouble." A childish voice sounded in the vacuum zone.

Turs was about to cry as he looked at himself who had shrunk again. The clothes on his body looked extremely bloated to him now.

His original state was that of a boy in his early ten years, but under the impaling male's [Element Impact], the [Reverse Chronic Disease] on his body directly worsened, and his whole body was directly reversed back to his early five years old, and he was directly fucked back from his teenage state. In his childhood state, what was even more unfortunate was that he was also infected with [Ore Disease].

Turs buttoned the gray crystals on his arms. These crystals were connected to flesh and blood, and they were covered with huge twisted meme elements. These meme elements were polluting his spirituality.

After studying it for a while, he looked to the side where Zhou Zhou was breathing heavily.

Among the three, Broly was the first to wake up from [Elemental Impact]. It was also because of him that the three of them were not taken away by the River of Death immediately - there was no shelter in the Fog City's [Miracle] Three of them.

"It's... not bad..." Zhou Zhou slowly stood up from the ground, his face looking a little pale.

Seeing Zhou Zhou safe and sound, Turs breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he clenched his little fists and cursed at the blond angel on the other side of the sky.

"This is your so-called plan, damn Golden Retriever, you unscrupulous black-hearted boss, sinister man, squinty eyes, narrow-minded..."

The young Turs cursed in a childlike voice. After cursing for a while, he felt that his anger had subsided a lot. While he was cursing, he was actually looking at the impaled male who was confronting the blond young man. After seeing that the other party did not slap the blond youth to death, but instead looked at the blond youth with a vigilant expression, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Abraham still has a trump card.

Soon, Tours looked at Lando Elmello Archibald standing on Big Ben.

"Damn it, this black-hearted Golden Retriever teleported us here, definitely just to let us get rid of that damn thaumaturgy noble. He really doesn't want to let go of any money or water. He makes the best use of everything. If the employees are not dead, he will use them to die. ah."

The young Turs sighed helplessly, then looked at Broly and Zhou Zhou.

"Let's go, our goal is very obvious."

"Um."

Broly nodded, and then, with Turs looking at him in surprise, he lifted him up and let him ride on his shoulders like a father.

"You...what are you doing!?" Tours' face turned red with excitement.

Damn it, I'm not a kid! ! !

"It's more convenient to fight like this." Broly replied concisely.

"..." Tours hesitated to speak. He looked at the huge river of death, and finally chose to remain silent.

"Let's go."

[Beowulf] behind Broly began to open up a path forward in the River of Death, and Zorro, who had regained his composure, also summoned [Zorro] to help.

The trio began to move up the blood-red river of death towards the arrogant thaumaturgic nobles.