Extraordinary pedigree

Ove, transformed into a Wendigo, stood on the metal ruins, the air was filled with the breath of blood and destruction.

His body gradually merged with the shadow under Xia Xiu's feet, and the broken humanity and incomplete spirituality were forcibly pulled and integrated into this strange but gentle power.

His eyes were no longer simply cold and cruel. In the cold and animalistic eyes, there was a trace of pain and struggle. Something hidden in the depths of human wisdom finally woke up.

He looked up and looked at Bodfe II, the powerful, cunning and insidious enemy who was pierced through the chest by him.

At this moment, Bodfe II's body was slowly disintegrating, and the once arrogant face was now solidified on the face full of pain.

On the other side, the figure of the angel was walking towards him step by step.

The blond young man was soaked in endless brilliance, warm and compassionate.

Ove's hand was pulled out stiffly, bleeding, and his fingertips were still dripping with blood that had just been pulled out of the enemy's body.

His knees were weak and he suddenly knelt down on the cold metal plate. The metal made a harsh echo, responding to the pain in his heart.

His breathing was rapid and heavy, like a huge rock pressing on his chest, with endless despair and self-blame.

"I... I..."

Ove murmured, his voice was broken, like a child lost in the storm.

The Wendigo's form began to fade, the ferocious claws loosened, the nails retracted, his huge body gradually shrank, and the wild shell began to peel off.

The shell cracked, like a layer of dead skin falling off, and with every inch of the shell cracking, Ove gradually revealed his true face.

His face was full of tears and his eyes were bloodshot, but the cold animal nature had disappeared, replaced by an expression of pain and self-blame.

Xia Xiu stood in front of him, and the light still enveloped him.

The angel's eyes were full of pity and sadness.

"I'm sorry, Ove," the fourth sword bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven said softly, with deep sorrow in his voice, "I have been trying to find a way to take you away from this world... but you only have thoughts, no soul."

"You come from a world of consciousness created by 'stimulus', a replica of fleshed emotions and consciousness created by the unconsumed and most intense resentment of Bodfe II."

"If I want to take you away, your memory, consciousness, and thoughts will be cleansed. At that time, the one who remains... I don't know if such an existence can still be called 'Ove'."

Ove's figure trembled slightly in the light, and he knelt on the cold ground with his knees, his head bowed very low, unable to bear the endless sins deep in his heart.

Those children, those innocent children...

His voice was low and hoarse, like a confession squeezed out from the deepest part of his soul, and he said to the fourth sword-bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven with infinite pain and heaviness:

"You know, my heart has long been corroded by sin..."

"The heavy guilt makes me unable to bear the ease of life anymore. I have hurt the innocent with my angry hands,"

He said, tears slid down his cheeks and dripped on the cold ground, making a subtle sound, revealing a desperate lament.

"I am standing in front of you now, not for forgiveness, but for atonement."

His palm slowly fell on his heart, as if he was feeling the heavy heart oppressed by sin.

"Let me stay away from the world now, let the new me go to atonement, I will keep silent and never hurt others with words again.

I will remain silent and replace my anger with pain.

I will remain silent and replace my arrogance with obedience.

I will remain silent and replace my vanity with loneliness.

Until that day, until my filthy heart is cleansed;

I will express my regret with silence and atone my sins by serving you.

May my silence become my cage, so that I will never forget the mistakes I have made."

His words were full of painful determination, and the tears flashed on his cheeks, as if reflecting the abyss in his heart.

Ove's palms were pressed tightly against the ground, feeling the coldness and hardness of the earth, and his soul was tortured by regret and pain.

"From now on, I will never speak again until my sins are forgiven and my soul is redeemed."

Ove's voice was low and hoarse, coming from the deepest part of his heart, with great determination and noble dedication, "May you listen to my silence, may it become my confession--"

"Please, guide me."

Xia Xiu looked at him, with indescribable compassion and contemplation in his expression.

The light swayed slightly behind him, reflecting the young and resolute face.

After a while, the fourth sword-bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven finally spoke, his voice was low, but with a sacred majesty.

"The door of heaven has been opened for you, and the one who leads you is not the god of death, but the angel."

As his voice fell, the shadow under Ove's feet gradually expanded, surging like a black tide, wrapping him up in it.

That shadow was not cold darkness, but a warm and calm power, with endless tolerance and mercy.

Ove felt that the long-suppressed pain and guilt in his heart were being peeled off bit by bit, and the heavy feeling he once carried seemed to be released at this moment.

He raised his head, his eyes met Xia Xiu's, and he smiled at him with gratitude.

Ove felt that the burden in his heart was getting lighter and lighter, the pain in his soul was soothed, and the endless regret and despair gradually faded away.

"Ove, this is what you deserve."

Xia Xiu's voice sounded again, with an indescribable comfort in his tone.

The angel gave Ove the last forgiveness and relief.

The light around him became softer, like an invisible hand, pulling Ove up from the abyss and leading him to the long-lost peace.

Ove's body gradually relaxed, his limbs no longer felt stiff and tired, and his mind finally got unprecedented peace at this moment.

The silent warmth surrounded him, like an invisible force guiding him to a better world.

"Wish you happiness in the afterlife."

Ove closed his eyes, and the tears stopped flowing.

In the end, Ove was freed from the false new world, and his soul trapped in nothingness was redeemed.

At the same time, the shadow extending under Xia Xiu's feet began to wriggle violently, rolling like boiling liquid.

[The Fourth Legion·Silent Wendigo——]

The shadow seemed to have life and gradually expanded. Then, the white mist rose silently from the ground, covering the surrounding space.

The air was filled with a chill, and a heavy sound of footsteps broke the silence, like a ferocious beast in the wilderness approaching, bringing endless murderous breath.

A dark figure emerged from the gradually rising mist.

It was Wendigo - the embodiment of depravity and atonement.

His body was five meters tall, like a walking shadow fortress.

His huge and thin figure was covered with a thick [Armor of Atonement].

On his head, huge antlers were coiled, like a withered old tree, bent and fierce.

On the antlers, the broken chains swayed in the wind, making a crisp collision sound.

There was no life on his face, his pale skin was tightly attached to his jagged bones, his eyes were sunken in his eye sockets, and two balls of scarlet flames were dancing in them, burning with hatred and repentance for sin.

In Wendigo's right hand, he held a dark [Spear of Atonement].

The spear was so sharp that it was almost transparent, and the tip of the spear flashed a cold and deadly light.

Behind him, the weapons of the seven deadly sins hung heavily on the armor, a golden axe, a pink chain, a crimson hammer...

Dingling~Dingling~Dingling~

Wendigo came to his monarch, his figure shrouded in mist.

He lowered his head and knelt on one knee. The huge spear of atonement was quietly inserted into the ground. The chain swayed gently in the wind, making a faint wailing sound.

Xia Xiu accepted Wendigo's kneeling like a king. The figure covered in glory was undoubtedly the master of this ruined battlefield.

His eyes slowly moved to Bodfe II.

Bodfe II fell to the ground in a miserable state, the fatal wound on his chest was bleeding, and the bright red blood dripped along the torn collar, gathered on the cold ground, and dyed the surrounding metal floor red.

His breathing was rapid and disordered, his chest rose and fell violently, and every breath was like a gasp struggling out of hell. His face, which was already as pale as paper, became even paler due to blood loss, like a dying body.

"Damn it——"

His eyes were burning with unconcealable anger and pain, all of which was a humiliation he could not accept!!!

Tat~ Tat~ Tat~

The fourth sword-bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven walked towards him, as if looking down at a humble loser.

He looked down at Bodfe II with the majesty of a monarch, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a warm smile like spring, but his eyes were cold and ruthless, as sharp as a blade, piercing Bodfe II's already shattered dignity.

"You are like a dog now."

This sentence shattered Bodfe II's last psychological defense like a heavy hammer, and his face became even paler in an instant, his lips trembled, and his eyes burned with anger and humiliation.

He was trembling all over, his fingertips were trembling slightly, and finally, he gritted his teeth, forced himself to stand up half of his body, raised his blood-soaked hands, and pointed at Xia Xiu tremblingly.

"You...you thief!" His voice was hoarse, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of his throat with blood and tears, and his face was twisted with madness and anger, "You pretend to be a holy body, but your heart is as poisonous as a snake and scorpion, how can I not know! You are just a hypocrite who cheats on heaven and steals fate! Why do you laugh at me? How are you different from me! Today's victory is all because of the injustice of fate. If it weren't for your luck, how could you stand in front of me?"

The curse that won Fei II echoed in the barren land, accompanied by his broken gasps.

"I regard you as dust, and the barking of dogs has never moved me! Now you... Although you have won, this is... the injustice of heaven. If heaven has mercy on me, I will rise again! Your so-called righteousness is all false. If it weren't for luck, how could you step on my corpse and become the hero!"

His curse was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, every word was sharp, and his eyes were full of resentment, as if he wanted to tear the soul of the damned angel in front of him to pieces.

But the angel was still smiling.

He was laughing...

He was laughing at himself...

How dare he! ! !

What right did he have, what qualifications did he have! ! ! !

"You know nothing!!!"

Bode Fei II was dying, his breath was weak, but there was a madness and persistence in his eyes.

His voice was sometimes low and sometimes hoarse, but he still maintained an authority that could not be ignored.

"Have you ever thought deeply about why our world is trapped in endless wars, chaos, and poverty?

However, it is not just greed or ambition that makes it happen, but a deeper rebellion - human nature cannot accept the destiny, and everyone is chasing dreams that are not what they deserve, and pursuing a future that cannot be controlled. This is the dilemma that we have not solved since ancient times.

I do not want to deny your right to pursue peace, but can free choice really bring happiness?

Looking at our history, the beginning of war and the source of pain are all because mortals try to transcend themselves and seize their so-called "rights".

The so-called choice seems noble but is actually the beginning of chaos. Mortals are all chasing false dreams and forgetting their own talents; in the competition, they are more confused about their own destiny.

However, this strategy for the new world is enough to reshape the world.

We now use the magic of genes to see the talents and abilities of mortals at birth, which are all engraved in your blood and cannot be changed.

Whether it is the courage of the brave, the wisdom of the wise, or the skill of the craftsman, they are all determined by genes.

What you do is not to pursue illusions, but to follow your orders, occupy your proper position, use your talents and virtues, and contribute your value.

This is not to deprive humans of their freedom, but to give them true freedom.

This freedom is not the confusion of blind choices, but to guide you to find your own position, conform to your nature, and fulfill your wishes.

Everyone can show their strengths, and there will be no more fights caused by the mistakes of fate in the world, and there will be no war in this world.

Imagine that in this future, when a baby is born, his talent is determined and he is guided to the position he should be.

He will no longer be confused about the road ahead, no longer be confused about the choice, and will eventually succeed and be respected and respected by his society.

You will all live in a peaceful, harmonious world where everyone has his own duties, and there will be no fights and wars.

At that time, the strong will not oppress the weak, the wise will not deceive the foolish, and there will be no unnecessary disputes or evil fights in our world.

No one will feel unfair because of poverty and weakness, because ordinary people will sacrifice their lives for their own lives and no longer arbitrarily deprive others of their rights.

You all have your own unique position and irreplaceable value.

The new world is not a cruel and cold oppression, but a real peace for you.

The so-called happiness is not in endless choices, but in accepting your fate and being proud.

All the responsibilities that are not suitable for you should be shouldered by the wise, and you only need to do your best and achieve what you can.

The strategy of the new world is to guide you to your destiny, not to let the greed and recklessness of ordinary people determine the future.

The stability, peace, and happiness you want will all be realized in the strategy of destiny.

A world without classes, a future without conflicts, everyone's strengths, and everyone is for mutual assistance. "

"This is-the awakened, always happy!!! "

Bodefei II's voice echoed in the air, his eyes were filled with madness, and he vowed to instill his last obsession into the world.

Xia Xiu stood in front of Bodefei II, his eyes were stern, his face looked particularly calm in the dim light, but there was something burning in his deep eyes that could not be ignored.

He listened quietly to Bodefei II's self-proclaimed perfect speech, then raised his hands and clapped gently.

"Pa pa pa--"

"Pa pa pa--"

The applause echoed in the silent air, with a harsh mockery.

"Wonderful, too wonderful."

Xia Xiu's voice was low and indifferent, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile.

There was sarcasm in his words, like a sharp blade, piercing the pride of Bodefei II.

"Bodefei II, your words are gorgeous, as if everything has a noble reason. "

Xia Xiu slowly stopped clapping, his hands dropped, a smile still hanging on the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were as cold as ice, staring straight at Bodfe II in front of him.

"I don't have so many noble words to refute you."

He paused, his eyes became sharper, with disdain and contempt.

"My enemies are always like this.

Everyone is eloquent, and everyone is like a top saint.

Every time they package themselves so great and impeccable, making me seem like an unforgivable villain who destroys their ideals. "

Xia Xiu raised his chin slightly, his eyes still locked on Bodfe II's face, with disdain and sarcasm in his tone.

"However, given your gorgeous speech, I can't just respond to nothing. That would be too rude."

He leaned forward slightly, as if to show "courtesy" respect to Bodfe II, but his tone was cold and ruthless.

"So, I only have two questions for you now. "

The fourth sword-bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven walked forward slowly, his footsteps echoing in the empty space, his eyes like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the depths of Bodefei II's soul.

He stopped, staring at the other person with burning eyes, with a cold scrutiny, as if judging a sinner.

"Who is qualified to decide the fate of others?"

His voice echoed in the air like thunder, with an irrefutable power.

Bodefei II's face turned livid in an instant, and the anger in his heart almost burst out.

He stared at the face of the fourth sword-bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven, and the light in his golden pupils seemed to burn his inner reason.

Those eyes were filled with deep contempt, as if... he was just a poor loser, a self-righteous arrogant person.

He felt his reason collapse under those eyes, and the crazy anger was like a huge wave, completely drowning him.

At this moment, Xia Xiu's second question, with cold and ruthless sneer and sarcasm, followed.

"Are you worthy? "

This sentence seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back for Bodfe II, completely igniting his anger.

"Hypocrite!!!"

Bade Fei II roared suddenly, his voice filled with irrepressible anger and madness.

His face was twisted and his eyes were red, like a beast that was cornered.

"You are just a lackey in the Kingdom of Heaven, why are you so arrogant!!"

He pointed at Xia Xiu, his fingers trembling with anger, and his voice was full of vicious curses.

"You laugh at me like a dog, and I laugh at you like a rat! If it weren't for your treachery, how could it be your turn to inflict such humiliation on me today!"

His chest rose and fell violently, and his tone was full of madness and resentment.

"I have my own destiny. Sooner or later, you will fall into the abyss with me! You will go to hell with me, and you will never be able to escape!"

The voice of Bade Fei II was like a cry of despair, carrying a kind of irreparable despair and madness.

His body was shaking with rage, his face was as pale as paper, and the trauma on his chest made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

It's so ugly.

Xia Xiu looked at him coldly, the smile on his face had already faded.

He seemed to have thought of something and sighed softly, with helplessness and a hint of tiredness in his voice.

"Utopianism, how many crimes have been committed in your name."

After he said this, his tone was calm, as if he was stating an ordinary fact.

Then, he turned around and left without hesitation. His back was straight and indifferent, and he didn't take another look at Bade Fei II who fell on the ground.

Behind Xia Xiu, footsteps sounded slowly, and shadows spread from all sides, bringing the cold breath of the wilderness.

The Wendigo serving the monarch, carrying the spear that symbolized atonement and judgment, slowly walked towards Bodefei II who fell to the ground like a bereaved dog.

When Fei II witnessed this scene, his heart was filled with deep resistance and unwillingness.

His eyes were fixed on the ugly monster - the Wendigo.

He can endure being executed by a being like the Fourth Swordsman in Heaven, and even takes it as an honor, but he can never accept being killed by such a monster!

This was an intolerable insult to him! ! !

He started shouting crazily, his voice full of anger and despair, and used his last strength to anger the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven, forcing him to take action and end it all.

"You hypocrites! How dare you play with my life?!

Hugh Abraham! ! ! ! ! !

Since you are the dawning light of heaven and the fourth sword-bearer, why do you use this evil beast to give me an end? ! "

His voice became increasingly urgent, and he already felt the fear that his life was about to end.

"You have the guts to face my edge, why would you let this monster come to take my life?

How dare you not take action yourself? !

I would rather be killed by the king than die without shame, but now I want to be killed by this ugly beast, my fate is unfair! Unfair fate! ! ! ! ! "

Fei II's roar was like that of a cornered beast. He tried to anger Xia Xiu with fierce words, expecting the other party's response.

But Xia Xiu's back showed no pause, and his steps remained firm, never wavering due to any provocation.

All the shouts and anger of Bade Fei II were like the sound of wind hitting the air, without any response or echo.

The Wendigo stood still in front of Bodfei II, the spear in his hand shining with a cold light.

He raised his spear high, and the cold metal sliced ​​through the air, carrying a ruthless chilling aura.

Fei II's eyes widened, filled with deep fear and anger.

He knows...

I'm going to die! ! !

"No...don't..."

"ah--!"

He issued his final resistance and roar, but the sound suddenly stopped in the air.

"Click——"

The spear penetrated Bodefei II's head mercilessly, and the sharp blade penetrated straight into his skull like it penetrated soft mud.

Blood spurted out, dyeing the Wendigo's pale armor red.

Bade Fei II's eyes gradually lost their luster, and his body fell weakly, making a heavy collision sound. His arrogant and arrogant soul was also crushed at this moment.

The Wendigo pulled out the spear ruthlessly, and blood dripped from the tip of the spear to the ground.

His scarlet eyes flashed with cold light, and he slowly bent down and cut off the head of Bodefei II.

"Ho ho ho ho!!!!"

He held up the sin-stained head and let out a low roar. The sound was like a call from the depths of hell, carrying endless chill and evil.

Ice-cold mist emanated from his lips, shrouding his entire body in deathly silence and coldness.

He is the evil spirit of hell, coming to the world with the power of judgment.

He will remove all enemies from before the monarch.

The enemy of the monarch is the enemy of the Wendigo,

His spear will not let any enemy stand,

Who dares to despise his lord, his kingdom, and his land.

It will surely lead to terrible destruction and burning.

As the roar echoed, Bodfei II's head was strung on a spear, losing all its former glory and dignity, and became a symbol of sin. It was lifted high, indicating the end of sin.

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This world.

Above the sky in Terra's northern hemisphere.

The brilliance of the aurora curtain over Terra spread across the sky like a vast tapestry. However, as time went by, the gorgeous curtain began to fade.

At first, the faint light dissipated from the sky, and countless stars were wiped away one by one by invisible hands.

The flow of the aurora slowed down, and finally it was like being frozen in the river of time, with pieces of color peeling off and being swept into the endless void.

The seven layers of veil - the endless, dreamlike barrier that once covered the world, at this moment, like a curtain in ancient mythology, slowly fell off with the most magnificent scene in the world.

The dissipation of each layer of veil was like a heavy blow in the torrent of time, shaking the entire sky.

The brilliance collapsed layer by layer from the highest sky, as if the universe collapsed in the endless time and space, gradually annihilated into nothingness.

Each layer of falling veil was like the broken sigh of eternal things, accompanied by the silence and solemnity of the whole world.

On the sky, the huge night ship was like a giant city suspended in the sky.

The mechanical structure was the core of the operation of the entire night ship.

Those complex and precise mechanical chains were interwoven into a network, and the huge transmission gears slowly turned like stars, making a low humming sound, pushing the giant forward.

Countless steel arms extend inside and outside the hull, like the skeleton of a giant beast, supporting this behemoth to glide across the sky.

Optical cables, pipelines, and steel veins flow green energy like blood. The huge engine is like the heart of the night ship. Every time it runs, it shakes the void and makes a thunderous roar.

There are countless sophisticated devices inside the night ship: floating antennas, rotating turbines, and flashing light screens, like a self-regulating steel life form.

However, as the green sun goes out, everything stops instantly.

The first to stop are the huge engines. The light in the engine dims for a moment, and then it goes out completely, and all energy flows come to an abrupt halt.

Squeak--

Squeak--

Countless gears and chains stop in mid-air. The mechanical system that once ran as finely as a god's creation is frozen, and the huge night ship has lost its power since then.

The flashing symbols and signal lights on the hull go out one by one, and there is no flow in the countless energy pipes, and the entire night ship falls into a dead silence.

Then, the night ship slowly tilted, and its huge body lost its support in the sky and began to fall irreversibly to the ground below.

Boom boom boom~~~

Boom boom boom~~~~~~~

Boom boom boom~~~~~~~~~

The huge hull, like an extinguished sun, drew a long black shadow in the night sky.

It had lost its former glory, leaving only cold metal and a dead shell.

The fall of the night ship was as magnificent and terrifying as a comet.

The behemoth fell into the ocean at an incredibly astonishing speed, dragging a long tail flame, which was the last remaining light of the green sun between heaven and earth.

However, that was not light, but the last embers of its burning. The fall of the night ship, with a doomsday-like breath, slammed fiercely into the sea.

The green sun fell.