Extraordinary pedigree

Chapter 600 Flower of Blood and Bone·Three-Day Countdown

Terra Calendar 1591.1.25.

02:00 AM.

The sky is like a piece of black velvet cloth, dotted with countless bright stars.

The silvery white moonlight sprinkled on the earth, covering the small town of Sedebrook in the Thousand Lakes State of the Edisi Federation with a layer of dreamy brilliance.

The town of Sedebrook is built by the sea and surrounded by dense forests.

The residents here are few and simple, with neatly arranged flange-style buildings on both sides of the street, and an ancient stone bridge spanning the river, connecting the two sides of the town.

The coniferous forest in the distance is deep and quiet, and occasionally a few low calls of wild animals are heard, adding a touch of mystery to this quiet town.

In a magnificent manor in this town, the hall is covered with a long red carpet, and a red ancient recliner is placed at the end.

The hall is luxuriously decorated, with a huge crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and the light is soft and dazzling.

The walls around are covered with precious paintings and gilded decorations, and every detail shows the wealth and status of the owner.

There is a marble sculpture in each corner of the hall, which is lifelike, as if quietly guarding the manor.

The red carpet is thick and gorgeous, extending along the marble floor to the red ancient recliner at the end of the hall.

The recliner is inlaid with exquisite gold thread embroidery, with a tall backrest and complex patterns carved on the armrests, which looks solemn and mysterious.

Corinius P. Bodfe II, wearing a red robe, sits on the recliner. He is tall and has a cold face.

The six fingers of his palms are exposed outside the red robe, which looks extremely weird and disturbing.

He holds a bone cane in his right hand. The cane is made of human bones, with white bones and complex structure.

The top of the cane is a skull, and two red gems are inlaid in the empty eye sockets, as if watching everything.

The main body of the cane is made of several human bones, and each bone has been finely polished and gleams with a dark luster.

Red Monk Bodfe II sat on a recliner, surrounded by three members of the San Diego Rockets, led by the two-meter-tall captain Ernest Hayes.

"Has the out-of-control incarnation not been found yet?" The red monk asked the burly captain in an ancient and solemn tone.

Ernest nodded, with a hint of helplessness on his face, "Yes, when we found someone trying to hack into the think tank, we immediately sent people to clean up all traces of the fourteen ritual areas. The other thirteen were handled well, but only the cannibalistic Wendigo showed signs of being out of control."

The red monk frowned slightly, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

"The Wendigo is out of control, there must be something fishy. You must solve this matter quickly, don't miss the big thing."

Ernest took a deep breath, "We have sent more people to track down the whereabouts of the Wendigo. We will deal with the last piece of the puzzle."

Bodfe II nodded, his eyes still cold.

"You must remember that you must control the Wendigo without any mistakes. What I am planning involves a wide range of things and cannot afford to fail."

Some terrible shadow is wandering and roaring in the shadow of the red monk, like a ghost.

The lights in the hall are still soft, and the red carpet looks more vivid under the lights.

The surrounding paintings and sculptures stand quietly, as if silently witnessing all this.

Bodfe II's right hand gently clenched the bone cane in his hand, feeling the cold touch.

Facing Bodfe II's accountability, Ernest and the other two members of the Rocket Team looked serious, and it was obvious that they also understood the seriousness of the matter.

The leading captain Ernest carefully considered his tone and asked the red monk Bodfe II:

"Grand Warlock, are you about to enter the stage of self-sacrifice? According to the ritual of the Green Day and your current progress in incarnation, are you..."

He paused and tried to find the right words.

He knew the majesty and arrogance of the carnivore who called himself the Grand Warlock in front of him, and any rash words might lead to irreversible consequences.

But fortunately, as long as he lowered his posture as much as possible and went along with the other party, the difficulty of communication became relatively simple.

When Bodfe II heard Ernest's words, he naturally understood what the other party was thinking.

His eyes moved slightly, and with a kind of superior indifference, he slowly spoke:

"I will use the [Miracle·Green Day] conquered by [Osiris] - this is a symbol of the cycle of death and resurrection in the ether ocean, representing the cyclical changes in nature, such as the change of seasons and the growth of agriculture; this is a miracle of repeated rebirth, and it is also a symbol of the Green Day."

His voice was low and majestic, as if he was telling an ancient prophecy,

"The announcement of this [miracle] requires me to experience my first death, and then cut my body into fourteen pieces, and be eaten by fourteen people who receive the grace of God.

After that, I will be resurrected and take back the great power from the incarnations one by one.

Every time I take it back, I will enter the underworld, but as the number increases, the time of my resurrection will also be accelerated."

Ernest and other members listened with bated breath, their hearts full of awe and shock. Bodfe II continued:

"Those who have their great power taken back do not die, but become my human pillars. This is the characteristic of the flesh. We are better at sharing power than the hypocrites in heaven. Now I have gathered thirteen incarnations, only the last one is missing, and my time in the underworld is approaching."

The red monk's voice echoed in the hall like a bell, and then he continued:

"I will enter Hades and sleep for three days this time."

"Three days later, I will complete the preparations for the first round of miracle announcements, and then move towards great spirituality, penetrating the seven levels of ether.

At that time, when I penetrate the seventh level, I will announce to the world at the same time that I am the Lord of Hades and the symbol of the Green Sun. "

His voice was low and solemn, as if pronouncing an unquestionable law.

"After that, I will continue with the second round of declarations to shape the new kingdom of Sarkia in this world. The second inner hall will be the boundary between the curtain and the present world.

And I am the king of the edge of the world, the king of the border. "

The red monk's eyes were piercing and filled with endless fanaticism.

"Such a great undertaking requires you to go all out and protect me. At that time, I will form an offensive and defensive alliance with the consortium according to the agreement, and set aside a land for the consortium.

This place will imitate the city of Deva that never sleeps. The consortium can have a high degree of autonomy, and the consortium within it can do whatever it wants without caring about the restrictions of morality and human ethics. "

Ernest didn't show any ecstasy on his expression as he listened to the pie painted by Bodfe II. He knew that there was a deeper plan hidden behind the red monk's promise, but he still bowed his head and accepted the order. And said to him:

"Three days is enough. Basically no one can physically destroy all the people on our long-established human body trade route and the fourteen recipients on the line in three days; even an individual powerful person, in this short time It’s simply not enough.”

Bade Fei II slowly closed his eyes and fell into deep thought. Endless plots and plans surged in his heart, and every step must be accurate to finally achieve his goal.

Suddenly, his inner spirituality stirred slightly, and he asked again:

"Are you sure you don't need me to rush thousands of miles away to clean up the anomalies in the island city area while I'm sleeping?"

The captain shook his head.

"As soon as you went there, the time was delayed again. Moreover, the guy in Hell's Kitchen has already taken care of his basic situation. There was news a while ago that he had reached cooperation with the bureaucratic representatives of the federal government. If you take action , it may attract the attention of the erratic fourth sword holder, which will lead to a series of consequences later..."

When the captain talked about this, he suddenly said a term in his heart, and he blurted it out:

"mistake."

Hearing the fourth sword holder in heaven, a red light flashed in the red monk's eyes.

"Although I'm a little surprised that he was able to kill that idiot Impaler, he is just a young brat after all."

"Relying on the hanging sword and the arsenal behind it, he thought that all powerful individuals would fear him!?"

"When I complete the ceremony, I will be the first to meet this deceiver and thief of fame, to hammer and hammer the supernova of this so-called new era."

Captain Ernest's eyes twitched after hearing this.

This well-mannered 'great warlock' is quite experienced in relying on his elders and selling them out. He is also very thick-skinned and has double standards and flexible bottom lines.

If he had really been unhappy with the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven for a long time, and was not afraid of the intimidation of the "hanging sword", why didn't he go over and beat him up earlier?

No time?

Still don’t know the address of the administration?

but……

When the other party really becomes [Green Sun], we can indeed talk to the fourth sword holder about respecting the elderly and caring for the young with the firepower and resources of the Kingdom of Heaven represented behind the [Hanging Sword].

Therefore, ritual must be the most important thing.

The captain assured the red monk at this moment:

"Grand Warlock, you can complete the ceremony with peace of mind. The human body trade line has been laid out by the consortium for several years before the fall of New York. It is impossible for the people inside to have an accident within three days.

Moreover, if the person from the Mayflower hadn't forced the [World Tree] to be implanted in Edici in order to ascend to the [Miracle], causing the representative forces of the Kingdom of Heaven to enter the Federation, and making the fourth sword holder become the Kingdom of Heaven and walk on earth in the Federation, We don’t need to adjust the industrial chain and the capital pool behind it, and we don’t need to be so secretive now. "

Fei II nodded slightly, with a cold look in his eyes.

"What you say makes sense. If my thousands of miles of attack may lead to mistakes, I will not take action for the time being. It needs to be known that no one can destroy the layout of our Fourteen Sacred Flesh Ceremony within three days."

Then, Bodefei II held a bone staff with his six fingers and chanted in a low voice:

“Great Dragon of Brass, Mother of Dragons, bear witness to the song of blood and bone that I have composed;

Let me and you swallow the flesh and blood of this world, like hungry wolves greedily devouring innocent lambs.

Let my teeth dig deep into his bones, shatter his organs, let my claws rip out his heart, and feast on this feast of flesh and blood.

Cut off the head of the prey, split the skull, and the bones are as white as frost;

Eviscerate, tear open the chest, expose the beating heart, and the blood spurts out.

The liver is torn, toxins seep out, and the depths dissolve;

The kidneys are colicked, filth is filtered, and the blood flows in silence.

Shatter the spleen and collapse the fortress of blood and bone;

Splashing blood makes the flowing life more vivid.

Peel off the skin and inject deadly mercury;

Let it wrap so tightly that it crushes every spine, every rib.

The limbs were torn off, the bones were shattered, and all the supporting structures were like the pillars of the inner temple;

In the midst of brokenness, the pain of reorganization and the miracle of resurrection will continue in cycles. "

The chants of Bodefei II echoed in the empty hall, like a strange and solemn ceremony.

His voice was deep and powerful, as if every word contained irresistible magic.

His six fingers clenched the cane made of human bones, as if drawing strength from it.

His eyes burned with ardent fire.

His voice echoed in the hall like thunder, and every word was like an ancient inscription carved on a stone tablet, full of mystery and majesty.

The pictures he painted were lifelike, as if bloody and shocking scrolls were unfolding before his eyes.

Every word carries endless cruelty and coldness, vividly interpreting the song of blood and bone.

Corinius P. Bodefei II, he has always believed in one thing, and that thing is - he will become "Ion".

The Immortal Father, the Chain Breaker, the Divine Light, the Carnal Grand Warlock, the Lord of Darkness, and... the Witch-King of the Inner Temple.

He will awaken the inner sanctum again and make Sarkic great again! ! !

07:00 AM.

Island City.

Isati·overseas factory.

It was just dawn in the sky.

The sky in the east is turning white, and the hazy morning light shines on the earth like a veil. The sky is gradually dyed with light pink and gold, and a few wisps of clouds are dotted in it, like a beautiful oil painting.

There is a fresh breath in the cold air, and occasionally a few birdsong breaks the silence.

There is an old abandoned factory, which was originally used for the assembly and production of mechanical equipment.

Now, it has been transformed by human bone traffickers into a secret skull cleaning and trading center.

The early morning mist shrouded the abandoned factory, adding a layer of mystery and spookiness to the place.

The dilapidated walls of the factory are covered with vines, and the windows have long been broken, revealing rusty iron frames. Various abandoned mechanical parts were scattered on the ground, and the air was filled with a smell of dampness and decay.

A young man with blond hair and golden eyes in winter clothes was carrying a fishing rod bag and followed closely behind a female forensic doctor with a ponytail and a pale face.

Xia Xiu took off his mask. For him, the mask was actually dispensable. After all, even if he stood in front of the flesh-and-blood female shepherd without the mask, the other party would not be able to remember any details of his appearance.

Even if he wanted to, the other party's memory might not be perfect.

The reason why he wore the mask earlier was none other than him.

Just because it's fun.

At this moment, Lisa, who was leading the way, looked a little thin. Her face was pale with her ponytail tied up, and there was a hint of fear and exhaustion in her eyes.

She looked nervous and her steps were slightly staggering.

After being beaten by Xia Xiu, this unlucky kid successfully became a second-five kid... Oh, no, he became a spreader of the gospel.

Now, she's responsible for spreading the gospel to her carnal brethren.

And her method of dissemination is very simple. She tells the information she knows and fishes out the relevant people.

The gospel will automatically help her preach

Not long ago, the female forensic doctor experienced a rapid physical displacement after briefly explaining her fraternity comrades.

She just watched helplessly as strange [Mobius strips] were put on her body, and then the world continued to spin.

When she opened her eyes again, she was outside the country.

The female forensic doctor slowly walked towards the interior of the overseas factory with fear, while Xia Xiu looked calm, as if he was on an outing.

His steps were relaxed and deliberate, as if the darkness and danger here had no effect on him.

As Xia Xiu walked, he began to ask questions to the trembling female forensic doctor: "You just said that the brotherhood of the White Insect Secret Cult you belong to was not involved in the beginning, and did not even know anything about the human body trade."

The female forensic doctor nodded, her voice trembling slightly, "We were pulled into this trade line by another new Sarkic cult."

Xia Xiu continued to ask: "Which group are you talking about, the New Sarkic Cult?"

With memories in her eyes, Lisa said slowly:

"They are the earliest sect among the four new Sarkic factions to take root in the Edici Federation. Their name is - The Awakening of the Inner Temple."