Extraordinary pedigree

The violent suppression ended extremely quickly, with the sound of cracking bones and the reverberation of explosions echoing throughout the battlefield.

The spirit suckers and their enslaved race, the originally fierce resistance team, are now reduced to ten.

Those soul suckers and gray dwarf slaves who were lucky enough to survive were forcibly suppressed by the management's operators and put on special [reality stabilizing anchor shackles]. These shackles were specially designed to hinder the mind drainers' mental spellcasting.

"stand up!"

A heavy-armed operator with horns knocked on his shield, signaling the mind-theater who had first insulted the Authority to get up. This mind-theater was very lucky. When the conflict broke out, a bolter blasted his right hand into pieces. As a result, he immediately lost his combat effectiveness and fell down from mid-air, wailing in pain. This also allowed him to escape the most brutal violent suppression.

At this moment, the prisoners were roughly lifted up. They were no longer as arrogant as before, and all of them were in a miserable state.

Many of the spirit suckers' tentacles drooped, their eyes full of fear and unwillingness, while those gray dwarves had despair on their faces and crawled at the feet of the operators.

Diwu~diwu~diwu~

In the distance, several prison vans bearing the logo of the Administration drove into the battlefield.

These cars are painted in dark black with a red Honkai Impact Authority emblem printed on the side. They are equipped with monitors and protective guardrails on the roof, and the rear doors are thick and equipped with warning locks.

The design of the prison car is extremely strong. The seats in the car are fixed with steel chains. Every prisoner will be locked in the seat and cannot use any means of escape.

The operators escorted the arrested people into the car one by one. The prisoners groaned in pain during the escort, but no one dared to resist - the bolt guns of the special operators were pointing at their heads. He appears extremely well-behaved in front of the operator who holds the "truth".

The operators escorting the prisoners were armed with [Psychic Explosion Shields] and were always on high alert, ready to respond to any potential counterattack at any time.

As the sound of the prison car closing echoed in the air, everything gradually returned to calm.

Mole, who was standing in the command position, calmly monitored the entire situation. His mechanical arm shone with a cold luster, and battlefield data and situation reports were constantly scrolling on the display screen.

[The special operator has submitted a task to the administration! ]

[Task name: Hell's Kitchen Area Illicit Protest Suppression Action! ]

[Task time: 10:20 AM - 12:00 PM]

[Mission Location: New York City·Hell’s Kitchen Area]

[Operation goal: To quickly suppress the illegal and violent protests of the Association of Mental Drainers, to ensure public order and the safety of residents, and to prevent incidents of racial violence from causing larger-scale social harm——]

[Number of kills: 59 spirit suckers and 127 slaves were killed

Captured: 20 mind drainers and duergar slaves captured

Equipment Capture: All weapons carried by the rebels have been captured and transferred to the research department. ]

[Operator status:

Seriously injured operators: 5

Slightly injured operators: 15

The medical department has been contacted! ]

[Battlefield cleanup: In progress, all finishing work is expected to be completed within 6 hours. The restoration of city buildings and public facilities will be carried out in partnership with Speed ​​Construction. ]

While reporting the situation to [Adam] and the Secretariat, Mole scanned the battlefield with vigilance in his eyes. He did not relax due to the explanation of the suppression operation.

Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a figure. Someone was walking towards him in the distance, and there was a figure who seemed to be dying floating beside him.

Mole took a closer look and saw that the visitor was tall, with blond hair and golden eyes. He was wearing a decent black formal suit and a black hat on his head. He held a silver cane in his right hand and casually played with a blue-purple stick in his left hand. The cube of light——it is the [Cupid Cube].

The blue-purple light flickered slightly, as if declaring its terrifying power.

As for Azaz, the leader of the spiritual suckers floating behind him, his limbs had been completely broken and were hanging limply.

The originally upright tentacles have now lost their luster, their eyes are dim, and their whole body is still twitching slightly, obviously suffering from great pain and despair.

His face was covered with blood and dust, his clothes were torn, and his limbs were twisted like twists and turns.

As Xia Xiu approached, Mole quickly stood up at attention, his eyes full of respect, bowed his head deeply and saluted:

"Your Excellency Abraham, the fighting is over and all hostile elements have been suppressed. The next clean-up work is in progress, please rest assured."

Xia Xiu looked at the situation in front of him and the orderly operators around him with satisfaction, and nodded with a smile, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes:

"Robert, you did a very good job. Your operators also performed very well, with well-trained firepower and accurate firepower."

Mole nodded slightly and replied seriously: "Thank you, Director, for your recognition. This is what we should do."

Xia Xiu played with the cube. He held the cane in his right hand and waved it casually. The leader of the spirit suckers floating behind him was thrown to the ground like waste and hit hard in front of the mole.

Accompanied by a slight noise, the previously arrogant leader of the spirit suckers now had broken bones all over his body and huddled on the ground in pain. He was now unable to even make simple telepathic calls.

After experiencing the initial appreciation, the fourth sword-holder in the Kingdom of Heaven suddenly changed his tone and pointed directly at the mole:

"You did a great job, but you can do better."

His golden eyes flickered slightly in the blue-purple light of the cube in his hand, as if reminding them of the huge crisis they had just encountered.

"If this thing in my hand explodes, I'm afraid that dozens of operators will be added to the list of casualties of the Administration today."

Mole's pupils shrank slightly, staring at the cube in Xia Xiu's hand.

Although he didn't know what it was, the oppressive feeling of spiritual feedback made him sweat coldly, and his intuition told him that this thing was very dangerous.

He immediately lowered his head, his tone heavy:

"Our intelligence gathering work is not sufficient, and we did not obtain the opponent's potentially lethal large-scale strike weapons in advance."

Xia Xiu sighed, a trace of thought flashed across his eyes:

"You did try your best, but this incident exposed a bigger problem - the Administration's task force is short of manpower. The Moon Watcher Unit of the Moon Rabbit, your Mole Science Society, the Assault Hand of the Blue Ox... Although these units have their own strengths, their numbers are still too small. It is obviously not enough to cover the entire New World, the Future Junction and all the hubs of Terra."

Xia Xiu paused, his eyes locked on the mole, with a bit of He continued in a meaningful tone:

"Heaven can give you firepower, etheric algorithms and sufficient resource support, but manpower has always been a bottleneck.

It's okay to cover the New World area near Hell's Kitchen, but when your mission expands to the border and marginal areas, this shortage will become more and more obvious."

He paused for a moment, tapped his cane, and his tone was a little suggestive:

"Besides, don't you think you and the other three special operators have been stagnant in the realm of the second stage of the Thaumaturgy for too long?"

After hearing Xia Xiu's words, the mole's heart suddenly shook, as if some long-dormant ambition was quietly awakened.

His usually calm and restrained face could hardly hide the fluctuations of his emotions at this moment, his lips trembled slightly, and even his originally steady breathing became a little hurried at this moment. He looked at Xia Xiu, his eyes burning with excitement and desire, as if the long-awaited moment had finally arrived.

His mechanical hand clenched slightly, and the originally cold metal also trembled a little in the tense atmosphere. Behind this action was the turbulent waves in his heart.

He opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to speak, and his voice was a little hesitant and shocked:

"You mean... Barbatos mentioned before..."

Mole's expression quickly changed from astonishment to excitement. He seemed to find it hard to believe what he heard. His eyes were locked in Xia Xiu's golden eyes, as if to confirm whether all this was true.

That trace of tension and expectation, at this moment, intertwined into complex emotions on his face, making him look both excited and awed.

Xia Xiu smiled slightly, and the silver cane in his hand gently tapped the ground, making a crisp echo. The sound echoed in the air, confirming the guess in Mole's heart.

This echo seemed to open up some kind of opportunity, and also made Xia Xiu recall the [Solomon Keys] he had mastered, as well as the glorious years of the past - [Folfor] he obtained in the Great Mother Goddess incident, [Barbatos] obtained during the journey to the center of the earth, [Elig] and [Fokalos] obtained in the Iberian War, [Stora] and [Bune] obtained in the recent Green Day incident.

Now he has mastered six [Solomon Keys], which made him sigh:

Solomon's incarnation holders will really attract each other!

According to this trend, perhaps he can really collect 72 [Solomon Keys] for the Kingdom of Heaven and complete an unprecedented feat.

However, it is a waste to hold these powerful keys in your hands without using them.

Now is the time to strengthen the hard power of the Administration - this thought flashed in his mind.

He turned to look at the mole, with some memories, he was thinking about the name of the holder of [Barbatos] who was killed by him during the underground civilization war.

"Have you heard of Joseph Brantley?"

Upon hearing this, the mole straightened up instantly and answered without hesitation:

"Of course I know, he is the holy builder of the Gear Orthodox Church and one of the pioneers of the Daeva Empire Industrial Cathedral! We all learned his hymns when we were young."

At this point, the mole's tone was full of yearning and memories, and he began to recite the hymn about "Saint Joseph":

"The great Joseph engineer, he is the guardian of the process and assembly line, and the rotation of every precision gear is under his guidance.

In the endless iron and steel, the great design of the Industrial Cathedral was born. He built a bridge between machinery and the sacred, and for the future To lay a solid foundation.

Under the instruction of the Supreme Think Tank, Barbatos reappeared in the world, created and shaped by Saint Joseph, a new type of giant god, it is the embodiment of iron and electricity, and the continuation of the great master.

Praise the Holy Builder, Joseph, who will pass on the way of machinery and let all things reshape their glory in his hands. "

When the mole finished reciting the poem, he was solemn and dignified. Although he was a member of the [Maxwell Church] and felt disgusted and disgusted with the way the Orthodox Church restricted the spread of knowledge, he was still full of reverie and... envy for the pioneers of the [Industrial Cathedral], those pioneers who had not completely abandoned the ideal of "industrial sanctification".

Xia Xiu listened quietly, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he secretly complained in his heart:

"The people of the Gear Orthodox Church are really self-satisfied. Why does this hymn sound so arrogant? Aren't all the pioneers of the Industrial Cathedral so exaggerated?"

He did not speak his mind directly, but changed the subject, with a hint of regret in his tone:

"The hymn is good, you recited it very well. However, I have a very regrettable news to tell you - Joseph is dead, and there is not even a slag left."

"Ah?"

Mole's face froze instantly.

The solemnity and dignity were replaced by endless confusion in an instant, as if what the director just said was a big joke that made him difficult to understand.

He stared at Xia Xiu blankly, his lips slightly opened, but he could not make a sound.

The only people who knew about the underground civilization were the Kingdom of Heaven, the professor team of the University of Michigan, and the Orthodox Church.

The Kingdom of Heaven and the University of Michigan obviously had no interest in spreading this matter.

As for the Orthodox Church, which had lost a holy builder, they must have handled this matter in a secret and revengeful mentality.

So although the ‘great Joseph’ was killed, he is still alive in the hearts of many believers and the outside world.

“Joseph Brantley is dead?” This made the mole unable to accept it all at once.

How could the “holy builder” of the Gear Orthodox Church and the “legend” of the cathedral just… die?

A look of astonishment and bewilderment appeared on his face, and his heart seemed to be digesting this huge contrast, and even his own thinking stagnated for a moment.

The sudden blankness in his heart made him feel that all his admiration and praise had lost their foothold in an instant.

He stood there with his mouth open, as if there were millions of gears creaking in his mind, but none of them could successfully mesh and operate.

Countless poems and praises about Joseph flashed through his mind, the glorious deeds he recited in his childhood studies, and the ideal role model he once used as an ideal...

Snap!

Dead?

Xia Xiu looked at the mole’s silly expression, and couldn’t help wanting to laugh in his heart, but he still managed to hold it back.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly:

"Well, the way he died... I guess telling you about it will increase your sense of disillusionment."

Xia Xiu continued:

"Listening to your poems, it is obvious that you know he is the designer of the Barbatos steel skeleton, but you don't know that he is also the current driver.

Well, maybe he was not the driver before, and took over later. That's why you are surprised."

Mole's expression was still confused, as if he had not recovered from his daze.

Xia Xiu raised his eyebrows and smiled at the mole:

"I mentioned this to you because I not only obtained the secret key of Barbatos in the geocentric civilization, but also found the lost mechanical city-state - Amoni City-state."

Mole's pupils shrank slightly, and finally had some reaction. Geocentric civilization, Amoni City-state...

These words seemed to evoke some mechanical mysticism memories deep in his heart.

Xia Xiu continued:

"At the same time, I also found a lost wise man of the city-state there-Mr. Brass."

"He has a lot of lost city-state knowledge and mechanical drawings. For some reason, he has been staying in the Alchemy Engineering Department of the Kingdom of Heaven some time ago.

A few days ago, I applied to transfer him to the Administration as a mechanical consultant. Moreover, I plan to transfer him to your Science Society."

Mole's eyes finally refocused, and the shock in his heart seemed to be diluted by the new information.

He nodded, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he still couldn't completely calm down.

Xia Xiu looked at the mole, smiled slightly, and continued:

"Your secret key slot is faster than the advancement speed of the Moon Rabbit and the Blue Ox, and it should be just a matter of time. Mr. Brass can help you make a breakthrough. You can take this opportunity to redesign the steel skeleton of Barbatos."

Mole's face finally showed a trace of excitement, and the confusion in his heart disappeared instantly.

He looked at Xia Xiu, his eyes full of excitement and expectation:

"You mean... I can..."

"Yes," Xia Xiu nodded gently, "You can prepare to design your own mechanical master incarnation skeleton and be ready to join the ranks of masters."

Mole's eyes were full of excitement and shock, his heart was surging. He had lost his composure too many times today. Every message from the director was like a thunderclap that hit his three views.

Xia Xiu looked at the excited Mole and smiled slightly.

Among the three special operators in the current Administration, he admired Mole the most.

As the leader of the Science Society, Mole never let him down.

And Mole's emotional fluctuations did not last too long. After a moment of silence, he quickly regained his composure and showed the demeanor of the calm and composed special operator again.

He looked at the director, without saying too much, but suddenly bowed deeply to Xia Xiu.

The meaning of this bow was tacitly understood by both of them.

The mole was expressing his gratitude and respect, and Xia Xiu did not stop him, nor did he say anything extra polite.

After the mole finished bowing, Xia Xiu threw the cube in his hand at random, accurately throwing it at the mole.

The blue-purple light drew an arc in the air, and the mole steadily caught this terrifying [Thought-annihilation Cube].

Then, Xia Xiu gently poked the leader of the spirit suckers, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, with the silver cane in his hand.

This guy's limbs were completely twisted and deformed, and he collapsed to the ground, without any resistance.

Xia Xiu glanced at the mole, and his voice was slightly cold:

"Take this guy to the interrogation department, I want to get some useful information from his watery brain."

"Such a dangerous thing appeared in the world, which completely violated the treaty made by the Kingdom of Heaven and the New Alliance."

Xia Xiu paused slightly, and a trace of disdain flashed in his golden eyes. Obviously, he knew this matter well:

"It is probably another New Alliance organization that is colluding with smuggling."

Mole nodded slightly, his eyes flashed, and he already understood what the director meant.

He was about to turn around and leave when Xia Xiu continued:

"You ask the Secretariat to send a diplomatic notice to the Illichid Nation and publish it in the name of the Kingdom of Heaven."

He slowly turned the silver cane in his hand and finally said:

"If they still want to make trouble, then it will not be the Administration and the New Alliance who will play with them."

The mole bowed his head slightly and replied respectfully:

"Yes."

Then he turned around, held the [Thought Destruction Cube] tightly in his hand, and personally escorted the leader of the Soul Drainer, who was covered with scars and looked desperate, to the prison car.

The limbs of the Soul Drainer leader had been ruthlessly broken, his face was full of pain and humiliation, and his eyes were full of fear and despair.

He has completely become a prisoner and is about to face the next few stages of the "Great Memory Restoration Technique".

As Xia Xiu said, after he has experienced all this, he may have an indelible impression of the land of Terra and the hospitality here-of course, the premise is that he can still walk out of the interrogation room alive.

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Xia Xiu quietly watched the Administration's team escort the prisoners away until they disappeared from sight.

He narrowed his golden eyes slightly, then raised his left hand and made a special gesture, with his index finger and thumb forming a pistol posture, gently aiming at the distance, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his fingers lightly clicked.

"Bang——"

He made a firing motion softly, which seemed extremely casual and cynical.

At the same time, in the distance, several penguins who had been crawling on the front line of the suppression suddenly screamed.

The cameras they used to shoot the front-line suppression scenes were all kinds of strange. Some cameras looked like items in the magic world, decorated with delicate magic runes and strange handles; there were steampunk cameras with gears, copper pipes and springs on the body; and some cameras looked more like strange objects synthesized from biological machinery, and when the lens turned, it could also make a whispering sound similar to that of a creature.

There was even a camera shaped like a retro record player, with a camera lens like a small record.

"Fuck!!!"

"I spent three months' salary on the Porter camera!!!"

"Gaga!! My 2077 limited edition camera!?"

Just after Xia Xiu made that "bang" gesture, the cameras exploded one after another, the lenses and bodies flew everywhere, and a harsh mechanical tearing sound was made.

The explosion frightened the penguins so much that they made sharp "Gaga" sounds, and they hurriedly retreated, not daring to move.

The remains of the camera were emitting black smoke and a burnt smell on the ground.

The penguin reporters who wanted to take pictures of the precious pictures could only laugh awkwardly at this time, standing there stupidly and not daring to move.

They all looked forward at the same time.

At this moment, the blond young man retracted his gesture, gently took off the black hat on his head, and nodded slightly to them, with an elegant movement, but with unfathomable meaning in his eyes.

The penguins watched from a distance as his lips moved slightly, as if to say...

"I've remembered your size. If you dare to spread rumors, I'll blow your heads off next time."

Obviously, Xia Xiu, the fourth sword-bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven, was very dissatisfied with the penguins of the Wandman Newspaper who wrote "Ambition Reports" for him all day long.

At this moment, the penguins were very tactful and quickly raised their fat wings - yes, the penguins' short, wing-like hands, covered with thick feathers, and made a funny surrender gesture.

Their little eyes were full of panic, and their round bodies looked even more clumsy.

The scene suddenly became funny. The chubby posture of several penguins, with their wings raised in powerless surrender, instantly dissipated the tense atmosphere in the air.

Seeing this from a distance, Xia Xiu smiled indifferently, slowly put his hat back on his head, and walked away.

As he raised his foot, a glowing [Mobius Strip] appeared under his feet.

There were slight ripples in the air, and then his figure gradually blurred, as if he had merged into the air, and the whole person slowly disappeared in the ripples.

Until the figure of the fourth sword-bearer in the Kingdom of Heaven completely disappeared, the penguins put down their wings in fear, looked at each other, and the tension gradually eased.

A taller penguin stood in the middle of the team. He was stout, and the black and white feathers on his body looked like he was wearing a tuxedo, and he was wearing a steampunk-style goggles on his head.

"Hoohoo~ Gaga, I almost died in the line of duty."

He sighed heavily, and the cold sweat on his wings seemed to have not completely disappeared.

Just then, a slightly shorter penguin jumped out indignantly. His figure was more round than the other penguins, and he wore a small red scarf with the Wandman newspaper logo tied around his neck, which looked very funny.

He said angrily: "Ha ha ha! How can he be so domineering! We are extraordinary reporters! We have the right to interview! Boss, should we go back and polish the article on the newspaper's headline and give him a good beating!"

As soon as the voice fell.

"Pah!"

The penguin called "Boss" slapped the penguin's head hard, making a crisp sound.

The boss was tall, wearing an old-fashioned windbreaker, his wings were shaking slightly, and his face was serious.

He glared at his men and shouted mercilessly:

"Ha ha, shut up! I don't want to be a 'Penguin Roasted Whole Wing'! Do you want us to be served on the table?"

His eyes were full of majesty and a hint of anger, "That person's heart is smaller than a needle... cough, I mean, that person has remembered us, and you still dare to write! The box is about to be opened by someone, and you are still so brave? Did you go crazy arguing with others on the mental retardation spectrum forum!"

The little penguin covered his head that was hurt by the slap, with an awkward smile on his face, and immediately shrank his neck and dared not say anything more, his eyes were full of regret and fear.

Several penguin reporters looked at each other, and suddenly stopped talking, and all bowed their heads and admitted their defeat.

"Then what about today..." The penguin wearing steampunk goggles looked at his camera with a heartache.

"Ahem, hang it on the newspaper's public account." The boss said with a cough.

"Who would have thought that we would be so unlucky today, encountering a mobile disaster... You all write an internal article about the sword-wielding man you encountered today, and show it to the higher-ups. We almost died in the line of duty - the higher-ups must pay us three times our salary and equip us with new equipment."

"Also, the report about today should be polished before publication."

"What style?" The red scarf who had just proposed a wave of output asked.

"What style do you need me to teach you!!!" the boss said angrily, "How dare you continue to criticize!?"

"Oh, oh, oh, I get it... I will use all the praise materials I collected for that person and the management bureau." The red scarf bowed his head and replied sincerely.

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