Extraordinary pedigree

Chapter 596 Flower of Blood and Bone·It is definitely impossible to be the fourth sword bearer in the Kingdom of Heaven! (Stuck on time!)

Bodfe II successfully broke the skull and pulled the dying Castile back from the brink of death.

When the last trace of red light dissipated in the air, Castile's body twitched suddenly, and then regained its calm.

The long-legged owl incarnation of the ruler resurrected from death.

His eyes suddenly opened, and his pupils quickly focused.

He breathed in the air greedily, as if he wanted to breathe the vitality of the whole world into his lungs.

"Ha Hu Hu~"

Castile's chest rose and fell violently, and every breath seemed so urgent and rapid, as if chasing the breath of life that had just been lost.

At this moment, the eyes of the long-legged owl incarnation of the ruler were full of excitement after rebirth.

He slowly sat up, supporting his hands on the ground, feeling the power of life returning.

There was still some blood on his forehead, but it was no longer important because he survived and climbed out of the abyss of death.

"What a miracle!"

Castire's eyes gradually focused on Bodfe II standing in front of him, and looked behind him, the god of the world - [Osiris].

"Crown of Atef, golden mask, shroud of life and death reversal, holy staff and holy flail, emerald wings, golden holy ring, blue gold belt..."

He counted the seven obvious features that had appeared on the other party. This incarnation had already left the body of the apostle and began to take on the posture of a god of the world.

Just as Castile looked at him rudely, the red monk frowned unhappily.

As he frowned, [Osiris] floating behind him also turned his head, and the face wearing the [golden mask] stared at Castile coldly.

Those deep eyes were like stars that saw through everything, which made people shudder.

Seeing this, Castiel immediately saluted the red monk and [Osiris], then bowed his head respectfully and said:

"Thank you for your help, Grand Warlock."

Bodfe II looked at the guy he had just rescued and said coldly:

"You must pay attention to your etiquette. I allowed you to be rude just now because you were dying. But if it happens again, even if you have the support of the pillar of the consortium behind you, I will not let you go easily."

Castiel's heart trembled, knowing that this old man, Bodfe II, who was so elegant, might really do such a thing.

"I will obey the order of the Grand Warlock."

Bodfe II nodded with satisfaction, and [Osiris] behind him also disappeared into the void.

After finishing the conversation with the red monk Bodfe II, Castiel was still recovering slowly while panting, and his face gradually became ruddy.

His chest was still rising and falling violently, and the life-and-death moment he had just experienced made his muscles all over his body tremble slightly.

At this moment, Ernest Hayes, the captain of the San Diego Rockets and the real head of the Rockets, strode over.

This 2.1-meter-tall man was like an iron tower.

His face was serious. He stood in front of Castiel, leaned forward slightly, and asked in a low and powerful voice:

"Castiel, what happened just now? How did you get attacked suddenly? With the agility, authority and overclocking power of [Stolas] and the think tank, how could you be selected and attacked? Also, do you have any clues about the enemy's ability and identity?"

A series of questions attacked the long-legged owl ruler.

Castiel's face couldn't help but become gloomy due to the inquiry of his own captain, and he couldn't help but recall the pain of piercing his heart in his mind.

His eyes flickered slightly, and his thoughts returned to that moment.

He remembered that thousands of miles away, his incarnation [Stolas] succeeded in the second attack and was ready to shuttle...

At that moment, a powerful force came without warning.

Castiel subconsciously emerged in the picture of that moment in his mind.

[Stola] was shuttling between the shadows at an astonishing speed, as agile as the wind.

However, at that moment, a fist suddenly appeared from the void, with unstoppable force, and hit [Stola]'s head fiercely.

Along with that blow.

[Stola]'s skull burst instantly under that punch, fragments flew, and blood and flesh were blurred.

His consciousness was also forcibly pulled back at that moment.

Then, severe pain came like a tide, and his head was also blown up.

[Dominant Incarnation] is the embodiment of the [Dominant] soul. They are the substitutes of the soul. When the substitutes are attacked, the masters of the substitutes will naturally suffer the same damage.

Castiel's eyes revealed a trace of fear and terror, but more of it was deep doubt and vigilance.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Ernest, with a heavy haze in his eyes.

"That punch was totally unexpected." Castiel said in a low voice, as if every word carried a heavy weight, "With Stola's agility and authority, he should be able to dodge any attack."

"However, that punch appeared from the void, with such speed and power that it was unimaginable. I didn't notice the enemy's existence at all until the fist hit Stola's head."

Ernest frowned slightly, and a trace of thought flashed in his eyes.

"In this case, the enemy's ability is far beyond our expectations..."

At this point, the captain of the Rocket Team suddenly asked his teammates:

"Do you think the person who attacked you...could be the one from Hell's Kitchen?"

Upon hearing the captain's question, Castile immediately understood that the captain wanted to ask if the person who attacked him was the fourth sword-bearer in heaven walking on earth at the moment.

He denied without hesitation:

"Absolutely impossible!"

Castile took a deep breath, calmed down, and then explained to the captain:

"Captain, you know that after the thaumaturge reaches the Dominator, it will be a battle between the authority messages.

Once the master's incarnation's ability is discovered, it will undoubtedly be very bad for the thaumaturge, because it means that the bottom line has been figured out. Therefore, the next stage of the Thaumaturge - [Crown], is not only an increase in authority, but also a high level of encryption and viralization of messages. At that level, their battles not only compete for authority and elements, but also compete for more. For important [Ethereum floating point operations].

Any information about the [Crown] will become an elemental attack that pollutes the sanity. Even if we want to understand a certain [Crown] or even the equivalent of a medium-level god in the Golden Court God System, we need a special agreement in the think tank. It can be read in layer' and cannot be actively leaked. "

Castile continued:

"The information of the many angels in heaven belongs to a special state in Terra; angels are the most active magicians in Terra. Therefore, according to the basic extraordinary prophecy law and extraordinary common sense that everything said and done will leave traces, the angels' The confidentiality and protection should not be too high, but the fact is exactly the opposite - because the Kingdom of Heaven is the founder of the Curtain, the owner of the Wall of Sighs, and they have the most terrifying think tank... Eden."

Ernest nodded, "Indeed, when facing the Wall of Sighs, many thaumaturges don't even have a ladder to climb out. They don't even know what the wall is, let alone facing Eden directly."

"But even so, names and deeds cannot be concealed. The existence of individual powerful units is like the sun."

The tall Ernest listened to Castile's explanation, his eyes shining with deep thought.

"The most famous powerful unit in the Kingdom of Heaven is undoubtedly the four sword-wielders. Although the information of these four is full of taboos and pollution, their names and deeds cannot be concealed."

The first sword holder in heaven, the knight of faith, the master of the thread of fate, the compassionate saint...

The second sword holder in heaven, the one who wrestles with gods, the great sage...

The third sword-bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven, the defender of the Kingdom of Heaven, the Lord of the Sea of ​​Glass, the blazing sun, the uncrowned lieutenant, the foundation of the Kingdom of Heaven...

The fourth sword-bearer in heaven, the crimson triple crown, the regicide, the supernova, the ‘anointed one’ of Eden…

Among these four, only the Fourth Sword Bearer of Heaven has not yet arrived at [Miracle], and "very little" news about his incarnation and authority has spread to the outside world.

The impressions and memories of the fourth sword holder are always easy to collapse, even for high-level personnel of major forces.

When people observe the corresponding ether projection through the ether ocean, they can only vaguely see...

This incarnation of the fourth sword-bearer carries thirty-six wings and three hundred and sixty-five thousand eyes, and his face is brighter than the sun.

And the more detailed information is.

This fourth sword-bearer in heaven is incarnated as an angelic spirit holding a flaming sword.

Of course, there are also rumors that the fourth sword holder is a trinity, possessing a triple-changing incarnation spirit or a trinity incarnation clone.

There are all kinds of rumors, and no one knows which one is true.

Castile pressed his chest and assured the captain:

"Captain, the main reason why I dare to say that that person is definitely not the angel from Hell's Kitchen is the other party's ability."

As he spoke, he cast his gaze on the red monk, his eyes full of determination and confidence.

"The other person is a Sarkic, that's absolutely true."

Castiel's tone was full of absolute certainty, and he continued, "My avatar felt the breath of the other party. It was a high-level sarkic warlock. He had a breath similar to... the great warlock, which came from The aura of [His immensity] is absolutely impossible for the angels in heaven to possess.”

Ernest frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he asked: "You mean, the power of this sarkic warlock is similar to...the great warlock?"

Castiel nodded, his expression becoming more serious.

"That's right, Captain. This breath is familiar to us but extremely dangerous. It is full of desire and corrupt power. The reason why that punch can hit [Stora] is because it has some irresistible The twist.”

"Furthermore, although the power of that punch is powerful, it does not bear the characteristics of the Crowned One. If [the Crowned One] were to strike, the attack would not only be a physical impact, but would also be accompanied by mental erosion and Contamination. And that punch, although swift and deadly, had no trace of such contamination.”

Ernest nodded, agreeing with Castile's analysis.

He spoke again, with a hint of contemplation in his tone: "In this case, the enemy we face may be an extremely powerful master, but it is definitely not the [Crown One]. In this case, we need to re-evaluate the enemy's capabilities and methods , to ensure that they will not be attacked so easily next time.”

When the red monk Bodefei II heard this, a trace of interest flashed in his eyes.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of inquiry and suspicion in his tone, "Are you sure that the other party is a Sarkic cultist?"

Castiel nodded without hesitation, his eyes firm. "It's absolutely true. In my perception, I clearly captured the other party's unabashed energy. Moreover, I witnessed with my own eyes the flesh and blood creation he made."

Fei II's interest was obviously aroused, and the red light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

As if thinking about something. He said slowly: "The creation of flesh and blood...that is indeed one of the symbols of Sarkic cultists."

Bodfe II seemed to be aroused, and he asked Castile: "Do you think it is the new sensuality, or the old sensuality?"

Castile recalled the details of the battle, frowning slightly, with a bit of hesitation in his tone: "I don't know, judging from the clothes of that man, he seems to be different from the old Sarkic. He wears a A strange modern thaumaturgy mask, and he is dressed in a modern style; however, the flesh and blood creations he created do not look like the abilities and skills that a new sarkic should have. "

Fei Er nodded slightly, a trace of thought flashed in his eyes, and then he spoke slowly:

"Those who are new to carnality will practice many strange and obscene skills, which are all unfashionable; those who are old to carnality will sit on their hands and not dare to change anything."

"The old and new sensuals each have their drawbacks, but they also have their strengths."

Faced with the words of Bodfei II, Castile did not dare to answer the question casually, because he was well aware of the other party's violent temper.

The only person qualified to evaluate Sarkic is Bode Fei II himself.

At this moment, the red monk continued to ask: "You said that the other person's aura is similar to mine? What kind of aura is similar?"

Hearing this question, Castiel suddenly felt nervous.

He wanted to answer immediately, but he didn't know how to describe the feeling.

He frowned, thought for a moment, and finally spoke cautiously:

"The Great Warlock does have an aura, as if it comes from the same source of power, but there are some subtle differences."

Fei II's eyes became more profound, and he continued to ask: "What is the source? Tell me carefully, there is no need to hide it."

Steele felt a headache. After all, his forehead was shattered by a punch just now. There was no chance to carefully observe what kind of aura it was.

However, the eyes of Red Monk Bade Fei II were still burning, as if waiting for a definite answer.

Castile could only rub his hands nervously and fell into silence.

At this time, Captain Ernest noticed the red monk's ready-to-move posture and couldn't help but remind him:

"Your Majesty the Great Warlock, your current abilities have been divided together with the fourteen pieces of sacred meat, and the ceremony has not yet been completed. What we have to do now is to finish the work, rather than causing more unnecessary troubles through head-on confrontation."

Bade Fei II's eyes were still sharp, but after hearing Ernest's words, his expression softened slightly.

He nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "You are right. Our first task is to complete the ceremony. We will discuss other matters later..."

It's stuck... Let's just treat it as an anti-theft stamp and I'll change it.

Wuwuwu——

It's all Xianyu's fault. If I had known earlier, I would have been a fool.