Extraordinary pedigree

In the dark Whispering Square at night, when the triple crown behind Xia Xiu slowly unfolded, a mysterious and powerful force began to spread outward from his center.

This force is like an irresistible trend, penetrating into every corner and every crevice of the square.

It is not only a physical diffusion, but also a deep cosmic vibration, as if it can touch the boundary between reality and nothingness.

[The crown unfolds and the world is out of control——]

[Out-of-control parameter modulation·Taisui (Murphy's Law forced operation)——]

Buzz——

In the square, the original bustle has been completely silenced, replaced by an almost touchable silence.

There was an irresistible weight in the air, as if the weight of the entire world was resting on the shoulders of everyone present.

The light from the halo illuminates the figure of the fourth sword holder in heaven, making him look like a god, controlling everything around him.

The power of [Out of Control World] gradually covered every inch of the Whispering Square, the shadows of every building began to twist, and every stone brick trembled slightly.

This proliferation of power is not a simple physical expansion, but a forced recoding of reality itself.

The walls of the building began to crack, as if they could no longer bear the weight of this divine power.

At this moment, the Whispering Square, a vast open space with an area of ​​1 million square meters, has become the intervention space of "Tai Sui".

As those wriggling forces spread like living creatures, the originally bustling commercial stalls, carefully arranged public facilities, and every tree on the green belt were enveloped by this force, and the air was filled with signs of imminent change.

What is even more profound is the huge underground city of Whispering Square, which covers an area of ​​2 million square meters and is 50 meters deep. The underground structure is like a maze that no one knows about.

The power of the "Out of Control World" penetrates through the ground into this complex underground network, and its influence touches residential areas, commercial areas and even industrial facilities hidden in the intestines of the city.

The residents underground felt an inexplicable tremor, as if the whole world was trembling slightly beneath their feet.

This land, from the surface to the core, was under his control.

Every corner and every crevice is filled with that inexplicable power, changing every detail of the Whispering Square, leaving the entire area shrouded in an unpredictable future.

In an instant, bizarre events occurred in every corner of the square.

***

In the distance, the astrologers of the Star Family gathered on the huge star observation platform at No. 7 Star Square, using celestial power to try to turn the tide of the war.

Unexpectedly, a huge meteor hit the platform directly, and the giant telescope used for observation turned into deadly fragments, instantly erasing all astrologers.

Before they die, they have only one doubtful thought:

"The Whispering Square is obviously a hub, how come there are meteors?!"

Alley 3, Shadowweaver Road; Dark elves who are good at sneaking set up an ambush in the underground tunnel. One of the dark elves sneezed inexplicably. The teammate who was setting up the ambush was suddenly aroused by the sudden sneeze, and then shook. After shaking his body, a stone suddenly rolled down. The stone happened to roll into a corner of the blasting ceremony. The fluorescent powder used to smear the magic circle happened to be absorbed by the stone...

boom--

In the end, these dark elves accidentally triggered their own explosion trap, causing the entire tunnel to collapse in a few seconds, and none of the dark elves survived.

Dream Well Square; Music magicians perform sonatas in Dream Well Square, trying to control battlefield emotions. A sonic resonance suddenly spread, causing the glass of surrounding buildings to shatter, and the music magician was cut to death by sharp pieces of glass.

Dream Bridge area; a group of illusionists were using dream magic to confuse their enemies. Suddenly their illusions rebounded, causing them to fall into deep fear and hallucinations. Unable to distinguish reality, they fell from the battlefield's high platform one after another and fell into the nightmare they had woven.

The water reinforcement station in the Abyss Pool Circle; the warriors of the Lonely Family are using water magic to enhance their abilities. They successfully extinguished the suicide attack of the drone, and are ready to counterattack and recapture the TCP stronghold captured by the Authority's blitzkrieg . Just when they were preparing for a counterattack, a water pump suddenly lost control, triggering a high-pressure water explosion and instantly destroying the entire fortified station. None of the soldiers wading in the water survived.

The alchemy workshop on the vast plains of Dragon Breath; the alchemists are preparing a batch of powerful alchemical explosives to change the battlefield situation. An unknown chemical reaction suddenly occurred on their experimental bench, followed by a huge explosion. The entire alchemy workshop was razed to the ground, leaving no survivors.

"Tai Sui is on top, what can be done about it? In a moment, misfortunes and blessings are unpredictable——"

***

The moment Xia Xiu declared a happy holiday, the entire Whispering Square seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and an indescribable sense of oppression and fear spread quickly.

The clouds in the sky were rolling and the thunder was faint, as if the gods were also moved by this disaster.

The cold wind howled, bringing a biting chill, and every gust of wind seemed to tell the story of the end.

On the ground, the traces of spiritual armored vehicles and tanks, the broken building fragments, and every piece of gravel in the scorched earth suddenly seemed to be given malicious life.

Those hard gravels were suddenly as sharp as blades, and countless small stones seemed to be shot out by invisible slingshots, shooting around and becoming deadly missiles.

Cracks spread quickly on the ground, stretching to every corner like a spider web.

The iron wheels of the chariot were swallowed up by the sudden cracks. Explosions continued one after another. Fire and black smoke rose, illuminating the approaching dark night.

All these disasters reached their climax with Xia Xiu's gentle smile. He stood in the center of the battlefield, his black top hat swaying lightly, and his red vest became more and more dazzling like blood under the flames of war.

He recited in a low voice, as if it was a destined prayer for this catastrophe:

"Disaster has arrived."

In the Whispering Square, the fourth sword holder of the Kingdom of Heaven gently pressed the black top hat held in his left hand on the top of his head again. His movements were gentle and graceful, as if he still maintained a unique demeanor on the heavy battlefield.

At this moment, his golden eyes narrowed slightly, looking directly at the sky through the scattered firelight and chaos.

"Flying too high."

Although his voice was low, it was clearly audible amidst the explosions and fierce battles around him, and the [triple crown] behind him flashed, as if with an invisible authority.

Then, these words spread throughout the battlefield like an order.

"Roar--"

In the sky, the gathering dragons roared in fear.

bump--

bump--

Their huge wings rolled like a storm, colliding with each other and making loud noises. The white dragon army, which originally thought it would be safe at high altitude, lost its direction in the face of this sense of oppression.

Standing high on the dragon's back, Bernard, the owner of the Dragon's Breath Alchemy Workshop, and Maurice, the owner of the Lonely Voice family, both felt the intense pressure spreading from the fourth sword-wielding man in the Kingdom of Heaven, which brought their control to the point of collapse.

Dong dong dong——

Groups of dragons fell from the sky and hit the ground like hailstones. Each impact left deep holes in the hard stone ground, with dust flying and stones flying everywhere.

The huge sound and vibration wave made the surrounding air tremble, and the scene was extremely shocking.

Among them, the super-sized white dragon carrying the two family heads, although it was huge and powerful, seemed extremely panicked at this moment.

"Ho ho ho—"

"Calm down! Damn it! Calm down!!!!"

In the air, the Saint Dragon instinctively felt the powerful threat from the blond young man on the ground. Its eyes shone with uneasiness and fear, and it struggled frantically to keep flying, but the invisible power of fear oppressed it, forcing it to choose to land.

Bernard Firestone, nervously clutching the dragon scales on his back, tried to control the dragon with his voice and strength, but even he could not completely suppress the dragon's panic.

"Stop, don't land, leave..."

"Roar--"

The Saint's Dragon no longer paid attention to its master's orders, and landed awkwardly and awkwardly on the side of the battlefield. The ground shook due to its huge weight and dust flew into the air.

After landing, the dragon's body was slightly bowed, appearing extremely cautious. Its head was lowered, and its huge eyes did not dare to look directly at Xia Xiu's golden pupils. It only dared to occasionally glance at the man who controlled the atmosphere on the field. Blond young man.

An invisible realm of death seemed to be formed around Xia Xiu. Even the Dragon of Saints could feel an extremely oppressive aura of death.

Bernard tried his best to calm his Saint Dragon, and the control staff in his hand continued to send out calm fluctuations.

Morris, on the other hand, was holding the trident tightly, his face looking extremely pale in the constantly changing light and shadow.

He found that the eyes of the rightful owner on the ground just now seemed to be wandering around his body, as if he was looking at a slaughtered lamb.

The fourth sword-bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven standing in the center of the battlefield was like the Lord of the Abyss tearing open the gap, bringing a declaration of doom.

Rubble, firelight and shadow intertwined to form a desolate and terrifying picture.

On the scorched earth of Whispering Square, the four family heads were scattered in different corners of the battlefield, and everyone's eyes were focused on the blond young man in the center.

An oppressive silence filled the air, and the embers of the war still flickered feebly in some corners.

Laila Mengwei, her golden light is slightly dimmed. Although she is still floating in the air, her body no longer exudes the dazzling brilliance as before, but looks a little tired. Her eyes were sharp but worried, aware of her predicament, and she moved slowly, alert, trying not to appear too vulnerable.

Eric, his hand was holding the Night Spear tightly, his tentacles were shrinking and squirming, and his purple eyeballs were constantly rotating, searching for possible escape opportunities. His body posture was low, as if he was ready to fight again at any time, but his eyes revealed a trace of confusion, feeling powerless against the threat he faced.

Bernard Fire Rock stood next to the giant dragon, stroking the dragon's head with his hands, trying to calm the other person's emotions from the huge fear. He occasionally looked up at Xia Xiu, a trace of uneasiness flashing in his eyes, knowing that the situation at this moment was far beyond their control.

Maurice Haisheng, the head of the Lonely Sound family, was holding the trident tightly. His forehead was covered with sweat, and his blue skin looked even paler in the light. Although he still maintained a fighting posture, his shoulders drooped slightly, showing how strong his fear was at this moment.

Although these family heads each have strong power and background, they are all forced to become onlookers at this moment. Their eyes wander between uneasiness and fear, and they are all weighing the next actions, silently calculating each step in their hearts. One possible consequence.

The presence of the blond young man was like an invisible wall, trapping them in their own fear and uncertainty.

"We must take action, we cannot sit still and wait for death!"

Lyra Mengwei, floating in the air, felt the oppressive atmosphere and took the lead in making a choice. She must stand up now.

"Director of the Administration, in accordance with Articles 42 and 43 of the "New World Paranormal Organization Peace and Friendship Treaty", the member organizations of the New World Paranormal Organization Council have no independent power to take action against regional hubs and federal affiliated hubs. Without a Security Council resolution, Authorizing the use of absolute force, we are in compliance with the self-defense provisions of the treaty."

Lyra Dreamweaver's voice echoed clearly and firmly on the battlefield. Even though her body was shrouded in light, her majestic presence was still unmistakable.

The surrounding wars and ruins seemed to be silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on the messenger of light hanging high in the sky.

Xia Xiu raised his eyebrows slightly, and he also became interested.

He tilted his head and stared at the "bright moth" in front of him. He gently swung his cane with his hand. The silver cane head reflected a subtle light under the light, with an elusive ridicule, and it looked like he was teasing. Some kind of animal.

At this moment, the noisy words of a moth continued to echo in his ears.

"Furthermore, the treaty clearly limits the intervention of super-standard combat forces. Article 1 of the "Non-Proliferation Treaty of Super-Conventional Combat Forces" between the New Alliance and other circles clearly stipulates: Super-scale combat forces promise not to increase the intensity of the war privately, nor to assist any illegal force. Superconventional forces break through the restrictions on combat power in the fourth stage of the spectrum; Article 4 of the Non-Proliferation Treaty recognizes that all forces have the inalienable right to peacefully use and develop extraordinary power, and will never launch superconventional combat power without permission.

The Federation's "Sherman Antitrust" stipulates that any thaumaturge in the fourth stage of the Terran genealogy is the embodiment of "Trust" and is a super-Trustist. Every contract, form of combination, or conspiracy among trustivists which restricts the freedom of trade in hubs or international trade is unlawful..."

Bang bang bang——

The moment Laila Mengwei's sonorous and powerful words fell, untimely applause was like a gust of cold wind, suddenly cutting through the tense atmosphere of the battlefield.

Xia Xiu stood at the other end of the battlefield, his blond hair fluttering slightly in the turbulence, and his expression had a teasing and unfathomable smile.

The applause was clear and loud, and every beat seemed to hit Laila's heart, making her heart tense involuntarily.

She looked at the fourth sword holder in Heaven in astonishment.

"It's so wonderful, Elf, what an inspiring speech." Xia Xiu's voice contained a hint of sarcasm, and he slowly stopped clapping.

"But don't you think it's too late to tell me this now?"

There was a smile at the corner of Xia Xiu's eyes, but there was no hint of joking in his eyes. His eyes were as sharp as knives, seeming to penetrate Laila's soul.

“Didn’t I express this to everyone in the square – everyone can ask the Authority for help, and all your hopes will not be in vain.

The Administration does not allow empty promises, does not make excuses to cover up cowardice, and says that there are more powerful forces in the world that restrain its hands. We will make it clear in advance whether we can do things.

You don’t have to be true friends of the Authority. It doesn’t even matter whether you have the ability to repay or give value to the Authority. As long as you accept the friendship of the Authority, then nothing else matters.

I have already admitted one thing to many aliens. There is only one indispensable condition for gaining the friendship of the Authority: that is, everyone must recognize the 'friendship' of the Authority towards you.

If this condition is met, no matter how poor or humble the seeker is, the Administration will take his troubles to heart. "

"However, you have humiliated me and the friendship of the Administration. I have already promised you that as long as you obey the Administration and offer your first loyalty to the Administration, then my colleagues, my colleagues, and the angels of heaven will Our 'act of justice' and 'iron fist of sanctions' will never fall on you - what a great concession this is, do you know?"

The golden eyes of the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven had a terrifying luster, and three terrifying figures emerged behind him.

"You know nothing - you have trampled on my concessions, trampled on the hard work of a heavenly reserve decision-maker, trampled on the friendship of the Authority."

"Now, tell me your explanation, tell me the treaty."

Xia Xiu's voice echoed on the battlefield, and his words were like cold blades, piercing into the hearts of every listener.

"Have you forgotten who actually walks in this world with a sword?"

Behind him, three halos that shimmered like mutton-fat white jade slowly rotated. Each movement of the halo seemed solemn and sacred, adding a sense of oppression to the confrontation.

Laila Mengwei and the other family heads took a step back involuntarily, their expressions mixed with confusion, fear and helplessness.

The surrounding air seemed to be frozen by Xia Xiu's voice. He continued:

"So, when I say 'Happy Midwinter', you should really feel happy. Because at least, in these last moments, you can still feel the joy of survival."

"As for treaties and regulations?"

As Xia Xiu spoke, the figures behind the three statues became clearer and clearer. Each one was as huge as an ancient statue, and their existence itself was a self-evident majesty.

His eyes looked at a message that popped up from [Adam]:

[The Federation and the Golden Court have discovered extraordinary combat power and are expected to intervene at: 00:04:59——]

There is really plenty of time. Xia Xiu thought to himself.

Then, he showed a clean and warm smile to all the enemies present.

"Everyone, I'm really sorry, I don't understand the law."

The moment Xia Xiu's voice faded, a huge shadow behind him gradually solidified.

This being shrouded in deep darkness wears an inverted triangular skull mask. Only two purple eyes like the brightest stars in the night sky are exposed on the lower jaw. They are deep and mysterious, shining with unknowable light.

His body seemed to have gained shape in the boundless darkness, tall and mighty, like an ancient god before chaos was divided. Every movement contained endless power and ancient wisdom.

The surrounding air became solemn due to his presence, as if time and space were surrendering in front of him.

"Crown Blessing·Time Slot——"

"Time Warp·Pause!" ! ! 』

[Vashak] slowly stretched out his cold palm. With his movement, the entire Whisper Square seemed to have pressed the pause button.

"Buzz——"

The air froze, time stood still, the noise on the battlefield suddenly stopped, and all movements and sounds stood still at this moment.

The surrounding world has lost its original color, as if entering a black and white movie scene, leaving only gray shadows and pale light intertwined.

Only Xia Xiu and his incarnation [Vashak] still have bright colors.

The purple eyes of the Time King are like two twinkling gems in the black and white world, exuding a cold and mysterious light.

They move freely in this stagnant time and space, as if they are the only masters of this field.

In this strange scene, the expressions of the four family heads at the last moment were frozen. You could see that the face of Laila Mengwei was filled with unconcealable panic, and a trace of unknown fear of the coming unknown flashed in her eyes. fear.

Qiang——

In this world of black and white tones, the suddenly broken tranquility was broken by a crisp "clang".

A majestic angel figure appears in the picture. He has three pairs of wings shining with light particles. He holds a flaming sword tightly in his hands. His robe is as white as snow and is embroidered with mysterious symbols and patterns.

The angel wears a brilliant and dazzling crown on his head, which looks solemn and sacred.

[Metatron]'s movements were extremely swift, and with the sharp sound of the sword cutting the air, the sword passed across the waist of the gleaming moth transformed by Laila Mengwei.

The flaming sword was like a hot knife cutting through butter, easily cutting off the moth.

Even in this stopped time flow, the broken figure still maintains the moment of being cut, forming a strange freeze-frame picture.

Laila Mengwei's face was still fixed on the previous expression, which was an unfinished shout and a look of fear in her eyes.

Her body was surrounded by light, and the light showed a tragic beauty in the moment of breaking.