Extraordinary pedigree

Chapter 708 Horse Racing·Morning Light Spear XI (Happy National Day!!!)

01:30 PM, Weather/Fog.

New Manhattan Junction Port-Smog Wharf.

This is a forgotten corner of the world, secretive, remote, and filled with corruption and danger.

The entire wharf is shrouded in a thick layer of smog, and the air is filled with a pungent smell of greasy oil and damp rust, and even breathing can make people feel a burning throat.

The skylight is weak and can hardly penetrate the thick fog. Only sporadic neon lights flicker in the dark corners, and the dim lights are reflected on the oil-stained water surface, swaying with strange light and shadow.

This is the deepest part of the New Manhattan Junction Port. Only those who are daring or have no choice dare to move in such an environment.

The Smog Wharf is not only a transit point for illegal cargo, but also a center for black market transactions, secret society gatherings and countless underground activities.

Abandoned cranes stand above the port like sleeping giants, and the iron chains swinging in the wind make intermittent "ding-dong" sounds, like some kind of silent warning, foreshadowing the turmoil that is about to happen on this land.

Huge cargo ships are anchored on the shore, rusty, and the iron sheets of the outer shells have long been eroded by the years and are in tatters, as if they will collapse at any time.

In the deepest part of the dock, the third warehouse area is like a maze, hidden in the shadows of haze and abandoned buildings.

This is a paradise for smugglers and alien merchants, and a hotbed for criminal gangs and underground organizations.

In the warehouse area, huge containers are piled up like mountains, towering into the sky, blocking any sight from the outside world.

The surface of the containers is covered with dark oil stains and graffiti, and the once bright colors have long faded. Narrow and complex passages have formed between the containers. The maze-like layout makes it difficult to find the exit once you step in.

The air was filled with heavy industrial waste gas, the pungent smell made people sick, and the mixed smell of rust and haze was even stronger and suffocating.

Occasionally, there was a faint sound of wind passing through the abandoned containers, with the sound of metal scraping, and the iron chains made a strange "ding ding" sound as the wind blew, like a requiem from the underworld.

Lydia Kurd was tied tightly with metal chains and hung in the center of the warehouse, her arms tied tightly and her legs hanging weakly.

Her long dark brown hair was scattered messily on her shoulders, and a few strands of hair in front of her forehead were stuck to her cheeks, which were slightly white due to cold sweat.

Her clothes were stained with dust and oil, and the dark gray overalls looked shabby and lifeless under the dim warehouse lights.

Hiss~~

It hurts~

It hurts...ah~

Lydia's eyes opened slightly, and her light green pupils were full of anger and confusion.

Her body felt weak from hanging for a long time, the pain in her wrists and ankles was numb, and the cold metal chains were deeply embedded in her skin.

She was surrounded by members of the Liberation Hoofbeats of various shapes, their eyes were cold and vigilant, like a group of predators waiting for their prey to make the final wail.

"How could it be... like this?" Lydia asked herself in her heart.

"Why am I here... Where is Lilia..."

Her consciousness began to blur, but fragments of memory came to her mind, taking her back to a few days ago, when everything seemed so clear.

A few days ago.

It was also foggy that day, and Lydia stood by the window of the luxurious school arranged for her by her father Adelaide Kurd, looking at the lush forest outside.

School life was unchanging, and the rules and etiquette made her feel bored and suffocated.

And her father obviously didn't intend to let her know the truth of anything, just wanted her to stay away from those infected people and the equal rights movement, away from the social issues she always cared about.

She understood her father's intentions-Adelaide always wanted her to take the so-called "right path", become his political assistant, and inherit his career.

But Lydia simply couldn't accept it.

Her friends in the PLWHA community needed her, and she couldn't stand doing nothing and staying away from the group that was constantly oppressed and exploited.

On her desk, a letter lay there.

It was a secret letter she received from an old friend.

In the letter, the friend wrote briefly: "I'm in trouble, Lydia. You are my only hope."

The letter made Lydia feel a sense of uneasiness and responsibility.

This friend was a staunch supporter of the PLWHA equal rights movement and stood on the same side as her, although they gradually lost contact later.

She couldn't just ignore it!!!

They had participated in countless protests together, stood at the forefront of the PLWHA rights movement, and faced arrests and violent repression by the police.

She was not afraid and never backed down.

So, regardless of the bodyguards and surveillance arranged by her father, she decided to sneak out of school to find her friends.

She chose to act at night and left the school building without the bodyguards arranged by her father.

The scene returned to the present.

Lydia's eyes opened again, and the light in front of her eyes gradually became clear.

She remembered how she was brought here.

She was lured by her friend... to a secluded place, and thought she could find the answer to the problem, but she was ambushed by Mikhail and the Hoofbeats of Liberation in an instant.

Her friend had long been bribed by the Hoofbeats of Liberation, or rather, the other party was a member of the Hoofbeats of Liberation from the beginning.

The other party's purpose in contacting her in the beginning was for this moment.

"Lydia Kurd." A deep voice echoed in this depressing warehouse, instantly interrupting her thoughts.

Lydia raised her head with difficulty, her sight passed through the dim light and fell on a tall and thin man-Mikhail Garcia, the leader of the Liberation Hoofbeats.

His face looked particularly gloomy in the dim light, his eyes were sharp and cold, with undisguised hatred.

Mikhail raised a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth, and his cold eyes locked her tightly.

His fingers flexibly played with a short knife, and the blade reflected a cold light in the dim light, like the sickle of the god of death swaying in front of her eyes.

"What a irony, isn't it?"

Mikhail said slowly, with a sarcastic tone in his tone.

"You sympathize with the infected so much and stand on their side, but your father is the one who made them suffer."

His voice was like a slender blade, accurately piercing the soft spot deep in Lydia's heart.

Her throat was dry and her heart was beating wildly, but she forced herself to speak, her voice hoarse and husky:

"My father and I are... different."

Mikhail chuckled, and the laughter came from the depths of his throat, full of disdain and mockery.

He took a step closer, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty warehouse, dull and depressing.

"Do you think you are different from your father? Think you can change anything?"

Mikhail's eyes swept over Lydia coldly, as if looking at a useless item.

"The funny thing is that without your father, you are nothing."

Lydia gritted her teeth, and the anger and powerlessness in her heart intertwined at this moment.

She had never agreed with what her father did, and even openly opposed him in the media and criticized his policies. However, now she was used as a bargaining chip for her father and a tool for Mikhail to retaliate.

"What do you want...?" Lydia suppressed her inner fear, her voice trembling.

Mikhail's eyes suddenly became cunning and cold, with a gloomy smile on his lips:

"You will know, soon."

After saying this, the leader of the Liberation Hoofbeats had lost interest in communicating with Lydia. He looked at the huge iron door of the warehouse in front of him, and estimated in his mind how much time he had left for the stupid pig Kurd.

A few minutes later.

Squeak-squeak--

The iron door of the warehouse slowly opened, and the harsh sound of metal friction echoed in the empty warehouse.

A team of soldiers in black special combat uniforms stepped into the warehouse. Their footsteps were uniform, the black combat uniforms were close to their bodies, and their eyes under the helmets were as sharp as eagles.

The surface of the special combat uniforms reflected a faint light, with badges printed on their chests, bulletproof vests and guns neatly armed with their bodies, solemn and cold, like a cold-blooded machine born for battle.

They approached step by step, and in the crowd, a thin figure slowly walked out.

Lydia saw that figure, and her breathing suddenly stagnated.

"Father...?" Her voice trembled, and she could hardly believe her eyes.

The man standing in front of her was her father, Adelaide Kurd, but he looked so strange.

The fat, ruddy, and high-spirited man in the past has now become so embarrassed.

His face was pale, his eyes were sunken, and his eyes were extremely tired.

His originally neat collar was now messy, and his coat was full of wrinkles, as if he could no longer support his once arrogant image.

Mikhail looked at Adelaide Kurd in front of him, the man who was once as fat as a pig and arrogant, but now he was embarrassed, like a dying corpse.

"Hahaha——"

Seeing Kurd's appearance, Mikhail suddenly laughed out loud, and the laughter was full of pleasure and sarcasm, echoing in the dim warehouse, like the mockery of the god of death.

"Kurd, you stupid pig have finally gotten what you deserved!"

Mikhail's words were filled with strong hatred and cold pleasure, his eyes flashed with madness, and years of hatred finally found an outlet at this moment.

"Don't you always think you are superior? Your dirty claws have been controlling those poor infected people, squeezing them and depriving them of their dignity!

But now? Look at you now, Kurd!

What is the difference between you and those infected people you trampled on?

You are no longer the greedy wild boar with fat ears, you are just a poor guy, a fool who is about to lose everything!"

Mikhail took a step closer, staring at Kurd fiercely, and continued:

"You used to think you were invincible and that you could control everything! Whoever you want to live, must live; whoever you want to die, must die.

But today, look at you, you can't even stand firm. Your power and your wealth can't save you. Your daughter or yourself, you have to bear all this in my hands."

Kurd lowered his head, as if he was suffering a great humiliation. His hands were shaking and his body was hunched. After a long while, Kurd raised his head tremblingly, his voice was weak and hoarse: "Can you... can you let my daughter go?"

The once fierce and surly eyes were now filled with pleading and pain, "I...I can give up anything...even my life...as long as you let her go...I...I can give you everything, My wealth, my power, whatever you want... I can give it to you... I just ask you to let Lydia go..."

There was a sense of extreme humility and despair in his voice, and even his words came with a heavy breathing.

Mikhail sneered and looked down at Kurd, as if looking at a destroyed insect.

"Your life?"

He raised his brow sarcastically.

"What do you think your life is worth? Do you think I will care less about your filthy wealth and power?

Unlike you, I am a judge.

The crimes you have committed cannot be redeemed by your life and these things alone.

I will judge you for all your crimes, and I will make you feel the pain we have suffered in the past. "

Lydia was tied up with iron chains and her hands were hanging in the air. Her whole body was stiff due to the weight.

Her hair hung messily on the side of her face, and her eyes stared blankly at everything in front of her.

The world in my eyes becomes blurry and unreal.

Is this really her...father?

The once tall and cold-eyed Adelaide Kurd was now curled up on the ground like a trampled insect.

Lydia could not connect the embarrassed, humble man in front of her with the authoritative and irresistible father she remembered.

What she had seen since she was a child was the father who maneuvered in high-level political circles, the Kurd who was always confident and always in control of the situation, and now - now he is actually pleading to his enemies...

Strangeness and disbelief flooded her heart, and her fingers clenched weakly on the chain, trying to grab something real to wake herself up.

But the sight in front of her left her with nowhere to escape - her father was kneeling on the ground, praying to Mikhail without dignity.

Something blocked her thoughts and pain. With her tear ducts filled with blur, she could only murmur:

"dad……"

At this moment, Mikhail's expression suddenly changed, his smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of coldness and rage.

He took a sudden step forward and kicked Kurd hard in the stomach.

"idiot!"

Mikhail's voice pierced the air like a poisonous snake, full of hatred.

Kurd didn't have time to react. His body curled up like a shrimp under Mikhail's attack and fell to the ground instantly, spitting out bitter juice and turning pale.

The severe pain made his whole body tremble, like a helpless insect that had been run over.

When the surrounding rangers saw this scene, they immediately raised their weapons, pointing the black muzzles at Mikhail. The tense air was cut by sharp blades, and a fatal conflict could break out at any time.

"Stop! Stop it, everyone!"

Kurd endured the pain and almost screamed to stop the people around him.

Although his voice was hoarse, the residual sense of authority was still looming in his voice. It was the only thing he could rely on.

However, Mikhail sneered, completely unmoved.

He slowly approached, bent down, raised the foot that had transformed into a horse's hoof, and stepped hard on Kurd's outstretched hand.

The bones cracked instantly, making a creepy "click" sound, and blood spurted out.

Accompanied by the sound of flesh and blood exploding, Kurd let out a heart-rending cry in pain.

"ah------"

Mikhail stood in front of Kurd, sneering, his eyes as sharp as a knife and merciless.

He looked down at the struggling man on the ground, with cold hatred and contempt in his eyes.

"Kurd, do you remember the good things you did?"

The leader of the Liberation Hooves sounded in a low voice, with extreme sarcasm.

"Now, let's count your crimes from the beginning."

He gently raised the short knife in his hand, the blade glowing coldly in the dim light.

"Milly Anderson," Mikhail's cold voice echoed in the warehouse, "a girl, an infected person. She was once an ordinary worker, living a poor, but still peaceful life. Until your Rangers, with You gave the order to take her away from the factory. Do you know what they did to her?"

Kurd's face was full of pain, and every muscle in his body was twitching with severe pain.

He wanted to shake his head, but at this moment his body was completely out of control.

"They took her to your private villa and made her a plaything for you."

Mikhail's voice gradually became deeper and full of anger.

"You played with her, tortured her, and finally sold her to the red light district. There she was forced to serve beasts like you until she could no longer bear the pain and ended her life with a rope."

"She was only 18 years old when she died!"

Kurd's face was pale, a large amount of cold sweat fell from his forehead, and his lips trembled slightly.

He knew that every word Mikhail said was true and could not be defended.

Finally, he nodded bitterly and admitted the evil deeds he had committed.

"Oh, this is just the beginning."

The leader of Liberation Hooves continued with a sneer, hissing like a viper in his voice.

"And Emily Green, an ordinary person, fell in love with an infected person. They lived happily together until you began to implement your cultural isolation policy, separating the infected and ordinary people, so that they could never see each other again."

"Those short-sighted beasts like you, like you, use violence, foul language, gossip, bullying..., and use the same prejudice as beasts to destroy all their lives."

Mikhail approached slowly, his eyes full of oppression.

"Do you know what happened to them in the end? In order to avoid the violence and isolation of those beasts, they chose to commit suicide and jumped off the cliff at the border together."

Kurd closed his eyes, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

He did not do this because of regret or conscience, but because he completely succumbed to the greater evil.

The irony is that this greater evil did not come out of thin air.

It was watered by him, and now this evil karma has turned into a sharp blade, threatening everything he has in turn.

His former arrogance, coldness and ruthlessness are now returning to him in the cruelest way.

"Then there is slave smuggling," Mikhail's tone became even colder.

"You sold countless infected people to the black market. Those children, those innocent people, were sold to the dark forces of the other world as goods. They were tortured and exploited, and some even became your experimental subjects, cut and dissected in your dirty biological laboratory, trying to find a drug to control the infected."

He swung the dagger in front of Kurd, and the blade almost brushed Kurd's cheek.

"And those opponents you persecuted! You sent Rangers to kidnap them, make them disappear, and throw their bodies into the cracks of the border. Do you think no one will find out? Do you think you can control all this forever?"

"You monopolized the logistics system of the border."

"You monopolized everything and controlled everything to satisfy your insatiable greed. The infected, ordinary people, everyone is struggling under your feet, but you are high above, enjoying their pain and accumulating wealth."

"Admit it, Kurd." Mikhail's voice was low and terrifying.

"You are a complete monster, an inhuman beast."

Kurd's body trembled like a dead leaf in the wind, and his skin was as pale as paper.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a complete sound.

Lydia watched all this blankly, and there seemed to be some kind of sound in her mind that was gradually becoming harsh, like tinnitus.

The image of her father that once made her speechless is now gradually overlapping with the ugly and disgusting monster in front of her.

Her heart was full of contradictions, and the tearing feeling made her vision dazed.

A sense of separation as if in another world occupied Lydia's heart, and all the pride, hatred, doubts and pain were mixed together, like a mess of chaos that could not be cut off.

She felt as if she was suffocating, and an indescribable emotion pressed on her heart. She didn't know how to describe this thought...

Mikhail stood in front of Kurd, his eyes flashing with cruel pleasure.

He looked at this man who was once high and mighty, now lying on the ground like a dying dog, his face covered with blood and painful expressions.

At this moment, the pleasure of revenge surged from the depths of his heart like a heat wave, washing away all his reason and calmness.

Mikhail had imagined this day countless times, but when it really came, he was not in a hurry to let Kurd die.

Instead, he wanted the other party to feel more pain, and the longer the torture, the better.

Cut him into pieces, each piece retains enough consciousness, so that every part of his body feels the coldness of the blade and the flow of blood.

Mikhail suddenly thought of this idea, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

Or, let Kurd watch the things he cares about most, lose little by little, until he completely collapses.

He can torture Kurd's daughter, slowly, and use every scream of her to torture Kurd's soul.

Thinking of this, Mikhail felt his heartbeat speed up, and hatred burned every nerve in his body like a raging fire.

If someone who once knew Mikhail saw him at this moment, they would probably feel strange and scared.

He used to be a passionate revolutionary, fighting unswervingly for the freedom and justice of the infected.

But now, his eyes are full of creepy cruelty and twisted pleasure.

Perhaps, if a warrior fights with a dragon for too long, he will really become a dragon.

Mikhail's appearance at this moment has forgotten why he fought, and he only has a crazy desire for revenge.

Just as Mikhail was immersed in these dark thoughts, Kurd's weak body suddenly twitched.

He raised his head slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his bloodstained mouth.

Mikhail frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

Two poker cards with strange golden light appeared on Kurd's chest.

The surface of the poker cards was flashing with a faint light, namely [Heart-1] and [Heart-J].

The pattern on [Heart-1] was an illusory tiger, with strange bubbles coming out of its nostrils. These bubbles kept rotating in the air, and inside the bubbles were like slot machines, tempting people's hearts and minds.

And [Heart-J] is a mighty knight, wearing armor with a red heart symbol, with a silver and red intertwined design, shining with a cold luster.

The poker card emitted a dazzling light, instantly covering the entire warehouse area, and the members of the Liberation Hoofbeats showed a dazed look one by one, and fell into a brief trance.

Mikhail's mind also had a momentary blank, and the rolling hatred and pleasure were covered by a layer of mist, and his consciousness began to blur.

[Heart-J] moved like lightning, and its figure was like a gust of wind. It instantly came to Kurd's side, picked up his body that was almost tortured to death, and then teleported to Lydia before everyone came to their senses.

The sharp knight's sword easily cut off the chain that bound Lydia.

At this moment, Mikhail's pupils suddenly contracted, and he came back from his trance, and the anger in his heart erupted like a volcanic eruption.

A terrifying [Eight-legged Horse] appeared behind him. The nightmare-like warhorse let out a terrifying neigh in the dim warehouse area, and its four hooves were wildly raised, carrying an extremely powerful aura.

[Eight-legged Horse] only raised its hoof lightly, and Kurd's chest exploded instantly, blood splattered, and his body fell to the ground like a broken puppet.

The surrounding rangers who wanted to take action also turned into blood foam and exploded in an instant.

At the same time, Mikhail turned his wrist, and the dagger in his hand shot out quickly, heading straight for Lydia - the sharp blade flashed with cold murderous intent.

The dagger cut through the air and rushed straight to Lydia's forehead. The cold light reflected in her dull pupils, and the shadow of death seemed to have touched her soul.

At the moment when the tip of the knife was about to pierce her forehead -

"Ding!"

A crisp metal collision sound echoed in the warehouse area, the glow flashed, and a long spear suddenly shot out, accurately knocking Mikhail's dagger away.

The spear was firmly inserted into the ground, the spear body trembled slightly, and the tail of the spear just blocked Kurd and Lydia who fell to the ground, like an inviolable barrier.

Following the spear came a female knight in armor-Sophia.

She was wearing medieval-style armor, which was specially designed with smooth and elegant lines, which not only retained the sense of power in battle, but also highlighted her femininity and toughness as a woman.

The dark ponytail was tied up high, swaying gently with her steps, and the whole person exuded a calm and resolute momentum.

Her hand holding the spear did not tremble, and her eyes were firmly fixed on Mikhail in front of her.

Behind Sophia, her incarnation was suspended.

It was a knight-like existence, holding a spear and a flag, with a winding snake on the flag, and the horse under her crotch had huge bat wings.

[Solomon's Seventy-Two Demons-Elig]

Sophia held the spear tightly, and looked directly at Mikhail with sharp eyes.

"Mikhail, it's time to end everything." Sofia's voice was as cold as the wind.

Mikhail sneered, his eyes full of endless mockery and anger, his expression ferocious, like a trapped beast's anger surged into his heart.

"End?"

He shook his head slowly, a flash of madness in his eyes, "Don't pretend to be righteous here, but you obviously knew I would kill this beast, you are just afraid of dirtying your hands."

Sofia did not respond to his provocation, her eyes swept coldly across the chaos in front of her, took a deep breath, raised her spear, her expression was as firm as ever, and began to chant in a low voice:

"Human nature either tends to herbs or weeds.

Therefore, it is necessary to water the herbs and pull out the weeds in time."

She glanced at Kurd lying on the ground and Lydia crying in his arms, her eyes were still cold, but there was also a hint of complex sigh.

Then she continued, with endless solemnity and determination in her tone:

"If there is any harm, life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot."

"Hahaha, Sofia, you also admitted that the beast deserved to die! But the current situation is a bargain for him. I wanted to continue to torture him and let him taste more pain. What happened?"

Mikhail's eyes flashed with morbid excitement, his hands open, like a madman in a drama, "Now he is about to die, what a pity!"

Lydia knelt on the ground, hugged her father tightly, her body stiff, the whole person seemed to be in a nightmare.

Mikhail's sneer intertwined with her inner emotions, like a sharp blade tearing her beliefs.

She had never been so eager to escape from reality, but she was powerless.

Beside her ears, her father's weak breathing gradually became inaudible. She lowered her head and saw Adelaide Kurd's face covered with blood and pain.

His eyes were dazed, full of fear and regret, and his hand trembled as he reached out to her, as if to grasp her last bit of warmth.

"Lydia..."

Kurd's lips moved, his voice so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

He covered his daughter's face with his bloody fingers, stroking her forehead, as if he wanted to feel his daughter's breath more. Finally, his hand spitting blood fell weakly, and his life ended.

"Wuwuwuwu——"

Lydia's tears fell on her father's chest like beads from a broken string, choking but silent.

She looked at the scene in front of her, her heart filled with unprecedented pain and contradiction.

Just as Kurd's last breath dissipated, the figure of [Jack of Hearts] behind him gradually became illusory, the playing card cracked, and it unleashed its final power before disappearing.

A ripple flashed through the warehouse, and the bodies of Lydia and her deceased father suddenly disappeared in place. They were transferred to another space by the power of the playing cards, and were separated from this chaotic life and death struggle.

The surrounding members of the Liberation Hooves didn't pay much attention to this, and their attention was already focused on Sophia.

Mikhail stared at her coldly, with a dark smile on his face, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Sofia, you are right, we really should end this." His voice was low and cold, like the calm before the storm.

As he finished speaking, the [eight-legged horse] behind Mikhail suddenly raised its hooves, the ground shook, and the sound of hooves echoed throughout the warehouse like thunder.

Sophia had no extra words. Her eyes were as cold as frost for a moment, and the spear in her hand flashed with cold light.

The atmosphere on both sides became tense instantly.

There was no verbal communication. After the two looked at each other for a moment, a fierce offensive broke out almost at the same moment.

Sofia raised the spear, and the tip of the spear burst out with a dazzling light, stabbing directly towards Mikhail's heart, and the cold light cut through the air.

Mikhail waved his alienated arm and counterattacked with the power of horse hooves. The huge force collided in the air, causing a deafening sound of metal collision.

The air was filled with the smell of killing. The two of them were like fateful duels, and neither of them had any intention of holding back.

A battle of life and death has begun. The warehouse echoes with the sound of hooves and gunfire, and sparks fly.

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02:20 PM.

The second dock of Haze Wharf.

The sky was dark, and the fog enveloped the entire dock like a thick curtain.

The air is filled with the smell of oil and rust, and abandoned oil drums and garbage are floating on the water. The smell of decay is mixed with the smell of rust, which is disgusting.

The skyline is blurry, and water vapor and smoke billow on the water like a broken gray picture.

On the pier, a huge crane stood quietly, with worn-out cargo nets hung on its rusty steel arms, making a harsh "squeaking" sound.

They are like dying monsters, guarding this desolate land.

At the other end, an abandoned oil tanker is moored quietly on the shore. Its surface is mottled and oil stains cover every corner of it, as if it has been abandoned by time.

On the edge of this gloomy pier, three people stood in the smoke, and the atmosphere was filled with a cold and strange feeling.

One of the green-haired girls was biting bubble gum at the corner of her mouth and blowing out a pink bubble.

Her green hair and nose studs shimmered in the dim light, and there was a small skull hanging on the ear studs, which looked particularly conspicuous when paired with her revealing clothes.

Teresa raised her eyebrows lightly and asked the drow elf Irma Grazer, "Can we start the ritual of summoning Rose?"

The tone was casual and provocative.

Irma Grazer - her dark skin shone slightly in the dim light, and the drow's noble and cold face was filled with displeasure.

She turned her head slightly, stared at Licia coldly, and scolded:

"Don't call the Spider Mother by her first name!"

Licia stuck out her tongue, and the bubbles in her mouth burst slightly, making a weak "pop" sound.

She shrugged disapprovingly and quickly hid behind Charlotte Corday.

Charlotte was wearing a suit of finely tailored men's clothing, and her calm and cunning eyes showed reproach.

She tapped Licia's forehead lightly, her tone was lukewarm.

"Don't give me any trouble."

Immediately, she turned to Glazer:

"Can we start? According to the time, the ceremony should be ready."

Obviously, she didn't want to delay any longer.

The expression on the drow Elf Glaze's face was still solemn, and there was a trace of doubt and uneasiness in her eyes.

"The ugly heart of revenge, the bloody war driven by conspiracy, the will to betray ideals...these conditions have been met. However, the last unnecessary condition, the crazy self-sacrifice, has not yet been triggered."

Her voice was low and a little confused: "Mikhail's corruption should have been completely completed, and he should have been twisted into what I need."

Charlotte frowned.

"The night is long and the dream is long, Glazer. The last step is an insurance just in case. If the conditions are sufficient, we should immediately summon the Kingdom of God.

As long as the Kingdom of God comes, even if the Lord of the Abyss from Hell's Kitchen comes in person, he cannot stop the sacred light of the great Kingdom from shining on this land. "

Glazer stared at Charlotte, and after a few seconds of silence, she finally nodded, seemingly accepting the other person's opinion.

"You're right. Now, we don't have time to wait for the unexpected to happen."

Her voice regained its calmness and determination, and then she turned around, preparing to start the summoning ceremony.

"Then let's get started."

Irma Grazer walked towards the center of the warehouse hidden in the fog, her dark drow skin looking even more sinister in the dim candlelight.

Wearing a black robe, which symbolized the teachings of the Spider Mother, the silver runes faintly emitted a faint light from the robe.

In the center of the warehouse is a huge spiderweb-shaped altar. The complex silver threads are like Rose's tentacles, waiting for prey to fall into the trap.

The symbol of the Spider Mother hung high above the altar, and a dark red light seeped out of it, like a sign of death.

The air was heavy and oppressive, making it hard to breathe.

The flames of the black candles around were swaying weakly, barely illuminating this dark space filled with oil, rust and sewage.

Irma stood in front of the spider web altar, playing with a silver dagger in her hand, the blade of the dagger flashing a cold light under the candlelight.

She slowly raised the dagger, with a fanatical and pious light in her eyes.

"Great Spider Mother Rose."

She murmured in a low voice: "Witness my sacrifice, witness this ritual of betrayal and revenge."

Her voice echoed in the warehouse, awakening the indescribable evil lurking in the air.

She sang the name of the Spider Mother in a low voice, and the sound seemed to come from the depths of hell, with some weird rhythm, impacting the surrounding space wave by wave.

Every chant was like Rose's silk thread, bringing the real world and the kingdom of God closer step by step.

In the center of the altar, a statue of an "eight-legged horse" stood out.

This is a horse that seems to be made of stone sculptures and flesh and blood. Its body is inlaid with countless runes that symbolize Mikhail's hatred. Each rune is like a trace of pain and betrayal, with a faint red light.

The horse's eight hooves are close to the ground, ready to crush the entire space at any time.

Irma slowly walked towards the "eight-legged horse", and the dagger in her hand cut its "skin". Black liquid flowed out of the horse's body, like corrupted blood, flowing on the altar, dyeing the spider web under her feet red.

Her eyes flashed with fanatical light, and she whispered:

"Great Spider Mother, witness this betrayal of blood, witness the seeds of hatred, may it nourish your country, and may the soul of this betrayer become your blood sacrifice."

As she whispered, the Spider Mother symbol above the altar began to tremble violently, the dark red light gradually became stronger, and the candle flames around began to swing irregularly.

The air pressure suddenly increased, and an invisible hand tightly grasped everyone's heart, making people feel breathless.

The swaying of the flames was like a candlelight that was about to be blown out, but there seemed to be an invisible force wandering between them, pulling some invisible existence.

Then, Irma unfolded a roll of silver-threaded spider web.

Each silk thread was like a tentacle of Rose, and they slowly wrapped around the rune of the eight-legged horse.

As she tied the silk thread, the light of each rune gradually increased, and the power of hatred, pain, and betrayal was woven in this spider web.

Irma's chanting gradually rose, and as she became emotional, the energy in the air became more and more manic.

"The fate woven with conspiracy will eventually entangle the world-"

Her sharp voice pierced the silence in the warehouse.

"Let them destroy themselves in endless betrayal-"

Her fingers quickly shuttled between the silk threads, and the entire spider web bloomed with a strange red light under her control.

All the hatred, pain and conspiracy in the world gathered at this moment.

The altar shook violently, and the runes on the ground also made a low humming sound, like a volcano about to erupt.

At this moment, Irma gently placed a black crystal ball in the center of the altar.

The inside of the crystal ball reflected Mikhail's life, his ideals, betrayal, hatred, and all the pain emerged in it.

She raised the dagger high, and her voice became sharp:

"The ignorance of deception will bring destruction, and the fire of revenge will eventually burn everything!!!"

The dagger pierced the crystal ball fiercely, and the crystal ball immediately cracked, and thick black fog poured out of it, as if some evil power was released.

The black fog spread rapidly, engulfing every corner of the warehouse.

The fog rolled, carrying endless hatred and resentment, and rushed towards us.

As the sacrifice was completed, the spider web on the altar began to tremble violently, and dark red light poured out of the spider web, and the entire warehouse was torn apart at this moment.

The whisper of the spider mother sounded, and His voice seemed to come from all directions.

[You have done well, my loyal servant. The web of fate has been woven. The souls of the fools will become my nourishment——]

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02:45 PM.

Crack, crack, crack——

Crack, crack, crack————

Above the dock of the smog port, the sky seemed to be torn by an invisible giant hand, and the cracks broke through the sky like spider silk.

At first, those cracks were just a few fine cracks, suspended in the sky, like an invisible net quietly waiting for the arrival of prey.

An ominous purple light flashed on the edge of the crack, indicating that some unpredictable force was about to come.

Suddenly, the crack suddenly expanded, accompanied by a sharp sound of space cracking, and the order of the entire universe was collapsing.

On the sky, the crystal wall was shattered like a broken mirror, and the dark abyss breath poured out from the crack.

The dark breath, with suffocating malice, poured to the earth like a tide, instantly eroding the surrounding space.

Purple and black lightning flashed silently, entwined around the edge of the crack, like a nimble snake weaving a huge web of dim light.

Every flicker of the web brought an indescribable chill that enveloped the entire land. The air became sticky and rotten, and the whole world was being dragged into the abyss, with a damp and corrupt smell that made people suffocate.

The fragments of [Spider Web City] slowly squeezed out of the crack, like a dark giant that was forcibly dragged into reality.

Its shape is strange and uncertain, sometimes like a destroyed palace, sometimes it turns into a huge spider statue, emitting strange fluorescence.

The surface of the fragment is wrapped with thick spider webs, which seem to have life, sometimes expanding and sometimes contracting, as if swallowing the surrounding space.

In the gaps of the spider web, scarlet eyes can be vaguely seen peeking, like countless malicious eyes staring at the mortal world, with anxiety and fanatical desire.

As the fragments slowly descended, the surrounding space began to distort, and the ground seemed to be eroded by invisible dark tentacles and gradually cracked.

A low hissing sound came from the deep cracks, accompanied by the sound of countless spiders crawling, and some evil power was awakening from the abyss.

The spider web spread rapidly, climbing the ground like a living thing, and whatever it touched was swallowed up in an instant.

Trees, stones, and even the energy in the air were turned to ashes in an instant, and the vitality was completely sucked away, leaving only traces of withering and death.

A huge dark vortex slowly rotated in the center of the projection of [Spider Web City]. The center of darkness seemed to lead directly to the kingdom of the spider mother Rose. The endless abyss emerged through the cracks, full of betrayal, conspiracy and eternal darkness.

Rose's projection gradually appeared in the center of the vortex. A huge spider image loomed, and the spider web automatically spliced ​​her statue in the air.

Her figure sometimes turned into a huge spider, and sometimes appeared as a vague goddess. Her cold eyes stared at the earth through the spider web, with endless coldness and malice.

The air was filled with low murmurs, which were demonic whispers and whispers from the kingdom of God. The sound penetrated people's hearts like venom, making people shudder.

The ground below the vortex continued to crack, revealing an unfathomable dark crack, which was the passage connecting to Rose's kingdom of God, and the dark spider web spread across the earth like tentacles.

The spider webs spread rapidly along the ground. Any life that tried to resist would be captured and bound by this invisible web, and its vitality would be sucked away silently and turned into dust.

[Terra, welcome your great Mother Goddess...]

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped.

Above the Kingdom of God, the projection of the Spider Mother looked up at the sky with unspeakable horror.

[That is...]

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At the moment when the Kingdom of God descended, on the top of the dilapidated crane at the corner of the dock, the fourth sword-bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven stood like a lone hunter.

The wind was howling and the mist was lingering. His figure looked firm and cold in this chaotic world.

His short blond hair fluttered slightly in the wind. His black long hat lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and his left hand gently pressed the brim of the hat to prevent the wind from blowing it away.

His eyes were deep, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a smile that you finally took the bait, as if he had already foreseen the arrival of this moment.

Just as the Kingdom of God emerged from the crack, the [Damocles] space-based strike platform hanging high in the sky had quietly started up.

This huge mechanical behemoth is hidden outside the starry sky, like a giant sword hanging high above all living things, coldly watching everything on the ground.

[Damocles] is extremely magnificent, and its design is like a mobile space fortress.

Its structure is extremely complex, consisting of countless clearly layered mechanical arms, pipelines and energy systems.

The huge metal bracket extends outward from the center of the platform like a steel skeleton, firmly grasping the void like a mechanical spider.

A huge pillar stands in the center of the platform, and a flashing red light can be vaguely seen at the top of the pillar. It is the [Return to Order-God-Slaying Nail] ready to be launched.

The entire surface of the platform is covered with complex runes and energy conduits, which gather the energy of the stars to the core engine, providing the platform with endless power.

The starry sky outside the sky was originally quiet and silent. With the start of [Damocles], the void began to tremble.

The metal structures made a low roar in the distortion of space, and a huge ancient musical instrument was playing the movement of fate.

The hissing of the machinery and the explosion of energy intertwined, foreshadowing the arrival of doomsday.

Xia Xiu stood on the top of the crane, watching all this coldly.

He raised his right hand slightly, and his fingertips moved lightly, as if issuing a silent order.

The [Damocles] hanging high in the starry sky responded instantly, and all the energy conduits began to vibrate violently. The red light was rapidly transmitted along the mechanical arm, and finally gathered on the deadly [Return to Order-God-Slaying Nail].

The fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven showed a brilliant smile on his lips.

He said:

"Welcome to Terra, Rose."

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