Extraordinary pedigree

Chapter 705 Horse Racing·Gear of Morning Light VIII

Terra calendar 1591.2.04.

It was night, outside the remote suburbs of New Manhattan, near a long-abandoned industrial ruins.

This was once a quarry in the old days, but now it has long been deserted.

The ruins of the abandoned building were covered with moss and vines, and the air was filled with a smell of decay and moisture.

In the distance, dilapidated machinery and equipment looked like abandoned giants, stained with rust and looking particularly gloomy in the night.

Woohoo~~~

Forgotten pits covered the ground, like cracks leading to the bottomless abyss, and the cold wind blew through, making a low whimpering sound.

Deep in this desolate ruin, secret underground passages wind down, leading to an even darker cave.

There was no light here, only the weak flames of candles dancing around the cave.

In the center of the cave, a huge spider web covered the entire altar, like an invisible web, wrapping everything in shadow.

In the center of the spider web, a spider statue carved from obsidian stands like a dead guard on the edge of the crack, with shadows crawling in the abyss behind the statue.

Around the ritual altar, there was a lock of black hair, a piece of cloth, and an obsidian crystal that shone faintly.

The crystal is surrounded by spider webs, and threads emerge from the depths of the cracks, wrapping around the symbol. The threads of fate are silently weaving some kind of inescapable bondage.

Standing in front of the altar is a woman in black robe. Her appearance is in sharp contrast to the darkness of the scene.

She has long silver hair, as smooth as silk, draped over her shoulders, shining with a cold luster. Her skin is dark black, and her eyes are as deep as two bottomless black wells, with a soul-stirring light.

The corners of her lips raised slightly, revealing a faint smile.

There is no doubt that this is a drow.

Her real name has been abandoned long ago, and the name she now uses is the name given to her by her dear leader, who calls her - Irma Grazer.

At this moment, next to Glazer, a woman wearing men's clothing gently hugged her chest, with a playful smile on her lips.

This lady dressed in menswear has flaming red hair tied neatly behind her head. She has delicate eyebrows and is extremely beautiful. There is a tear mole in the corner of her eye.

"How does the great Spider Mother feel about the revenge you offer her?" Charlotte raised her eyebrows and asked in an understatement, as if she was just chatting.

Glazer raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, and responded in a low voice:

"He is very satisfied. He also specially found the mount of the God King who defends the World Tree from the Golden Court for Hamlet, who is eager for revenge. Now, it is my turn to get my reward."

Her voice was low and somewhat sarcastic, and her silver-gray drow eyes revealed obvious ambition. She glanced at Charlotte and said with a little teasing:

"What? Didn't the great Lord of Changing Heaven give you the blessing you deserve?"

Hearing Glazer's teasing, Charlotte's eyes flashed with an almost imperceptible haze, then she smiled self-deprecatingly and said lightly:

"It is really difficult for us, believers in the Changing Heaven, to figure out what the great deceitful counselor wants."

She looked up at the spider web on the ceiling of the cave, with a hint of envy in her tone.

"Ever since the fourth sword-wielding man in the Kingdom of Heaven was born, the Lord of the Changing Heaven has been deeply attracted by him. Our conspiracy can no longer whet the appetite of that Lord."

Speaking of this, Charlotte's voice became calmer, but the complex emotions hidden in her tone were impossible to ignore.

"Since the golden tree appeared, the ancient living gods and foreign gods have set their sights on Terra. Terra has ushered in unprecedented events. Look, aren't you now the patron god of the drow, the great Spider Mother? Can a powerful person from the Golden Court do anything?"

After hearing this, Grazer raised her chin slightly, her eyes shining with pride. She responded softly:

"Power is just an existence comparable to the existing gods and the plurality of miracle holders at the top of Terra. You know, miracles are called divinity, authority, and power in the hands of gods..."

"Besides, the mighty authority can only be fully exerted in one's own kingdom of God, or in the chaotic and evil outer plane of ether."

"For example, that place is eroded by endless demons and chaotic forces, and is numbered 66."

Glazer's calm tone revealed complex emotions that were difficult to express:

"In the past, most gods could not cross the crystal sky. Now they can pass through the junction opened by the World Tree...or the Golden Tree, and they can gather their strength again and gaze at this land.

The Golden Court, as an alien god who has some of the same qualities as the Golden Tree, is also taking this opportunity to exert their influence on this world again. "

Glazer's voice sounded cold and dignified in the low cave. She paused for a moment, with complex emotions flashing in her eyes, and then said in a tone mixed with awe and faint fear:

"Furthermore, do you know what the Kingdom of Heaven and those thaumaturge scholars of Terra call these living gods and the mighty powers of the Golden Court...?"

Her words seemed to carry some indescribable vibration, which made the air feel a little depressed.

She spoke slowly, her eyes reflecting the faint candlelight in the cave, and her voice almost dropped to a whisper:

"They call the gods - information integration."

The moment the words were spoken, there was an invisible chill in the air, and even Charlotte's usually indifferent face showed a strange look.

This title seems to be completely divorced from the dignity and majesty that gods should have, and instead reduces those aloof gods to some kind of cold and heartless existence.

"Information integration," Glazer repeated the title, with cold sarcasm in her voice. It was a mockery of those scholars, but also mixed with unconcealable fear.

"This is complete blasphemy."

This designation reduces those ancient and powerful gods to carriers of information, denying their divinity and uniqueness of existence.

In the ears of believers of gods, such a name is not only derogatory, but also a complete denial of the divine essence.

"Think about it, Charlotte," Glazer's eyes flashed with an unclear light, "What a existence these gods are! They are the masters of the ether, the kings beyond the endless planes. But those gods Mortals who think they have control over knowledge dare to define them in such cold terms, as if they are just the result of some complex calculation!"

"They used the so-called genealogy to steal the gods' authority in the ether." Glazer continued, her voice getting colder and colder, as if she was venting her anger to the existence in the void.

"They used genealogy to systematically compile everything they knew in the etheric ocean. The thaumaturges had already begun to master the 'divinity' from the stage of the crowner, but they called it the crown, or the 'domain name'—— It is the root of all kinds of incredible changes.”

Those gods that were once aloof were deconstructed by these mortals using reason and mathematics, splitting their power into "domain names" and "resources" and turning them into "data" that can be understood, controlled, and even manipulated.

And this kind of deconstruction is exactly the blasphemy and erosion of God.

The hierarchical structure of a ‘domain name schema’ allows different resources to be classified and identified.

This not only makes domain names easier to understand and manage, but also enables hierarchical resolution - from high to low, querying downwards step by step, and finally parsing the 'domain name' into the corresponding distortion of reality.

This hierarchical structure and distributed design enable [Crown] to efficiently manage and resolve billions of ‘domain names’.

Crown and lineage share glory.

The lineage uses the [myth factor] of the powerful to accomplish all kinds of incredible things, and they analyze their own power through the carrying mode of the lineage.

The complexity hidden behind this system is far beyond ordinary people's understanding.

The skills of those thaumaturges are based on the rules at the interface between reality and ether, and they establish their own genealogy system by 'depriving the gods' of their power.

All this is not only a usurpation of the gods, but also the ultimate challenge for mortals to the divine realm.

The [miracle] on the [Crown] is the beginning of complete informationization for individuals. When they pass through the seven levels of ether, the individual powerful ones among the thaumaturges will completely become what they call - 'information integration'.

Stealing divine power and dissecting divinity.

To the gods, it is simply blasphemy, a huge blasphemy! ! !

For most of the gods of the Golden Court who need "faith tax" and "information assimilation (authority assimilation)" as dependencies.

The thaumaturges of Terra are all heretics, one after another.

The Kingdom of Heaven is the heresy among heretics, the evil spirit among evil spirits, and the devil among devils.

The word abyss is the synonym of heaven in all heavens and worlds.

The four sword-wielding men are the four Lords of the Abyss who burn, kill, loot, and do all kinds of evil.

The decision-making meeting is the Demon King's Council, and the thirteen decision-makers are the thirteen great demon kings who lead the demons in the abyss.

Every large-scale expedition of the Kingdom of Heaven is called - an abyssal explosion.

Every upheaval in the kingdom of heaven will lead to inevitable disasters.

The Golden Court was established precisely to suppress the next round of abyssal eruptions.

For the sake of their respective believers and for the survival of the Kingdom of God, they must gather together and prepare to face the inevitable disaster.

However, the existence of the Golden Royal Court is like that of all the countries on this land, and everyone has their own little thoughts.

Sometimes they are more wonderful when they are scattered than when they are together.

At least the people in the Golden Court did not expect that some of them had already begun to secretly make arrangements in Terra, trying to spread their own 'information assimilation' and 'myth elements' in Terra.

[Spider Mother Lolth], a powerful deity of the Golden Court [Pantheistic/Dark Gods], her power is extremely powerful, especially in matters related to darkness, conspiracy, betrayal, deception and spiders. absolute dominance in the field.

If He wants to exert His power on Terra just like He does in His own kingdom of God and all the heavens and worlds, He must leave His own 'mark' on this land.

As his disciple, Irma Grazer chose what the Spider Mother loved most - "conspiracy", "betrayal" and "deception".

Irma Grazer is a member of the Red Branch and a believer in Lolth the Spider Mother.

Her mission in the organization is to use the Spider Mother's teachings to corrupt the minds of key figures in order to promote the realization of the Spider Mother's conspiracy in the real world.

She develops a close bond with Mikhail and gradually corrupts him through suggestion and manipulation, making him increasingly radical and violent.

Irma's motivations are closely tied to Lolth's teachings.

"Fear is as strong as steel, but love and respect are weak. No one can rely on these useless emotions. 』

This is one of the teachings of the Spider Mother.

She corrupted Mikhail's mind and made him embark on a more extreme path. She tried to completely destroy the existing social order through the violent action of liberating the sound of hoofs, in order to complete the expansion of the Spider Mother's power.

She believes Mikhail is the key to achieving this goal.

Now, she has done it too.

Mikhail and the hooves of liberation are heading towards her destined path...

Well, the only thing that surprised her was that Mikhail seemed to be a little too radical, or... stubborn.

In Irma's expectation, Mikhail and the hooves of liberation should start to create more riots in human society, expand toxins and riots among ordinary humans and infected groups, create social unrest, provoke class conflicts, and corrode power. structure, gradually realizing the pollution of the collapse of the entire society.

Mikhail's violent actions have begun to produce the expected results-the contradiction between ordinary humans and the infected is intensifying, and class conflicts are about to break out. Irma watched her plan gradually succeed and felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

The Spider Mother's power is expanding through her, and she believes that Mikhail is the Spider Mother's most important link in this conspiracy.

However, Mikhail seemed to have some kind of "bug" and got into trouble with Adelaide Kurd, the federation's financial powerhouse, and the Social and Cultural Committee.

There was still a subtle discomfort in her heart.

Whenever Mikhail acted more aggressively than expected, Irma always felt a sense of disharmony.

He seems to have too many connections with federal financial magnate Adelaide Kurd and the Social and Cultural Council.

Their fight intensified until Irma Glazer almost felt out of control.

"Mikhail should have created more riots, more fear, instead of just fighting the fat pig power."

She frowned, feeling a sense of unknown anxiety.

But soon, the discomfort disappeared, as if it had never existed, as if a [wrong thought] had been deleted directly.

"That's right, Mikhail is on a more suitable path."

Whenever she felt doubtful, this firm thought would emerge, suppressing all uneasiness and contradiction.

She firmly believes that all this is the will of the spider mother, and every decision Mikhail makes is in compliance with the process of the "great conspiracy".

She no longer doubted that her beliefs and plans were as airtight as a spider's web.

Irma Grazer stood in front of the altar. In the dark spider's lair, the air was filled with cold dampness.

There were crawling spider webs all around, as if silently waiting for her next order.

The dim light of the candle flickered on and off the spider web. These threads were breathing and closely connected with her heart.

Her dark skin shone with a cool sheen in the dim light, and her long silver hair fell down on her shoulders.

The drow's slender fingers gently touched the symbols on the altar, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"Spider Mother Rose's power is expanding more and more smoothly on this land." She whispered, her tone full of satisfaction and awe.

“Conspiracy, treachery, deceit, as He loves.”

Irma Grazer could feel the Spider Mother's power slowly seeping into Terra's social fabric through her every action.

Every strand of cobweb symbolizes that her teachings are taking root and spreading in reality.

"Charlotte, everything is going according to plan," the drow looked up at the cobwebs in the darkness, with a fanatical light flashing in his eyes, "Lolth's web will eventually cover Terra."

"Now, it's time to perform the final rites."

"Lose, mother, please allow me to weave the fate of this mortal for you, let him struggle in your web and become a tool in your hands."

Her voice was thin and low, as if coming from a far away place, yet full of control.

As she spoke, the surrounding spiders began to crawl, and silk threads slowly emerged from the cracks behind the statue. Invisible hands tightly connected the threads of fate to Mikhail's symbol.

The drow passed the silver needle through the obsidian crystal and penetrated the thread. The thread squirmed like a living creature and tightly wrapped the crystal, symbolizing her control over Mikhail's will.

Then, she took out a bottle of black liquid from her arms, and tiny black spiders could be faintly seen swimming in the bottle.

She gently dropped the spider venom on the obsidian crystal. The venom penetrated into the surface of the crystal and slowly spread, corroding everything.

"Let his mind be shrouded in shadow, unable to escape your grasp."

The drow whispered, his voice carrying some indescribable temptation.

Her eyes shone with greed, as if she had seen Mikhail completely reduced to a pawn under her control.

The moment the venom dripped, the shadow in the crack suddenly expanded, and some existence deep inside was awakened.

Mikhail, somewhere far away, suddenly felt an invisible force penetrating his heart. Anxiety and anger began to burn in his body like a flame in the dark, and his thoughts were dominated by some uncontrollable impulse. Devour.

In the last step, Irma took out a black spider from her arms and pierced its body with a sharp blade.

The spider's blood dripped on the symbol, and the black blood slowly penetrated into every corner of the spider web and crystal.

Beside her ear, there seemed to be a whisper, a gentle and terrifying whisper that seemed to overflow from the crack, carrying the joy and appreciation of Spider Mother Rose.

[You did a good job, my loyal child——]

Rose's voice was like a tentacle caressing her soul, chilling.

Irma Grezer felt a force surging from the crack, and the eyes of the spider statue flashed red, enveloping her.

The will of the Spider Mother was wrapped around her like a silk thread, and her existence seemed to be completely integrated into this huge web.

After the ceremony, Irma Grezer felt the power from the abyss surging in her body, and she became the weaver in the hands of the Spider Mother.

On her wrist, a silver spider web bracelet quietly appeared, woven finely and delicately.

It exuded a faint light, symbolizing her victory and the Spider Mother's feedback.

The drow elves can also summon the divine projection of the Spider Mother like summoning the [Dominant Incarnation], and she can even let the divine projection further evolve into an avatar.

Gain some of the power equivalent to that of the [Crown].

This way of spreading the doctrine (information assimilation) by just passing the ritual and completing the god's mission is much more convenient and faster than the "heretical way" of genealogy.

The believers of the gods in the heavens and the worlds regard the law of genealogy as a way of depravity and filth.

In the dim spider web nest, the faint light shines on the two women, and the air is filled with a damp and cold breath.

Irma Grezer gently stroked the silver spider web bracelet on her wrist, with a hint of undisguised pride at the corner of her mouth.

Her fingers wandered on the smooth spider silk, with a smug expression on her face.

"When do you think Mikhail and the sound of liberation will completely explode and ignite the gift you prepared for him?" Charlotte Corday asked calmly.

Grezer chuckled at the words, his eyes full of confidence and fanaticism.

She answered slowly:

"There is still one week, six days to be exact - Mikhail will bring the fireworks prepared by his mother to the New Manhattan District and the entire New World."

There was an unspeakable pride in her voice. She had foreseen that Mikhail's actions would set off an unprecedented storm in New Manhattan.

She raised her head slightly, with an extremely arrogant look on her face, as if she had seen the carnival of destruction.

"At that time, the fragments of the Kingdom of God prepared by my mother will be integrated into the New World with the help of fireworks."

She said in an almost fanatical tone, as if that moment was already imminent.

Charlotte nodded, thought for a moment, and then slowly said:

"The plate of the New World, my mother has taken it."

Her tone was calm, but with an unshakable confidence.

"Even Hugh Abraham can't stop him."

As soon as this sentence came out, the two fell into a subtle tacit understanding.

They knew that the arrival of the Spider Mother would completely change the fate of this world.

Once the power of the Spider Mother successfully infiltrates the New World, the entire New World will undergo a radical change.

They have made sufficient preparations for this moment.

Charlotte and Glazer, through clever manipulation, continue to incite the anger of the Liberation Hoofbeats, while guiding the Cultural Committee to make a tougher response.

They are secretly pushing all this, pushing the conflict to an irreconcilable point.

All the frictions and riots are the result of their careful planning.

Glazer laughed softly:

"At that moment, Mikhail and the Liberation Hoofbeats will become the fuse to detonate this catastrophe, and the power of the mother will quickly take root in the chaos and devour everything."

Charlotte nodded gently when she heard this.

The arrival of the Spider Mother is an opportunity that has no disadvantages for the Red Branch Organization.

They have been planning for a long time, waiting for this moment to completely detonate the situation in the entire New World.

However, just as the two of them were confidently discussing the future, they did not notice that in an inconspicuous corner of the nest, a [∞] Mobius strip symbol quietly emerged.

This mysterious symbol emits a faint fluorescence, like a lurking eye, quietly watching everything.

The symbol flickered in the air for a moment, and then was deeply engraved on the corner of the wall.

They were unaware of this.

They were too ignorant to know that all the gifts given by fate had already been secretly marked with a price.

Never think that you can easily get something. Even if you can easily get some gifts in life, you will eventually have to pay a price, because all this success is accumulated on the basis of countless "BUGs".

Once the "wrong" elements accumulate enough.

[Out of control, it will explode! ]

From the beginning to the end, disasters are watching everything.

Including... spiders weaving spider webs.

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