Extraordinary pedigree

No. 36, Iris Street, Block 12, West Commercial District, Gray Harbor Town.

The commercial district is centered around a central square, which is surrounded by busy streets with various shops, cafes, and merchandise stores on both sides.

The entire area is distributed radially, and the shops closer to the center are more prosperous.

At No. 36 Iris Street in the 12th neighborhood, a three-story modern building stands beside the street.

The exterior wall of the building is paved with light gray stone, and the large floor-to-ceiling glass windows reflect the street lights. The overall style is simple and elegant, with a cold and fashionable atmosphere.

The flat roof design looks capable and neat, and the terrace is dotted with several evergreen trees and exotic flowers, which exude a faint luster in the night, adding a touch of vitality.

Buzz buzz——

In this bustling street, there was a sudden slight fluctuation in the air, and some kind of force was controlling the space invisibly.

Where people cannot see, a secret [∞] symbol briefly flashes in the air. With the appearance of the symbol, the space ripples like a gently stirred lake surface.

After a moment, a young figure appeared in the ripples. A young man with blond hair and golden eyes stood in front of the door of No. 36 Iris Street, holding a silver cane in his right hand.

Xia Xiu's golden eyes swept across the building in front of him, and then slowly landed on the seemingly ordinary door.

Although everything around him seemed calm and normal, Xia Xiu could sense that the disturbed ARad field ahead was filled with an extremely sticky feeling.

He frowned slightly, and his golden eyes began to be covered with pure white. His eyes became as pure as new snow, and the pupils in the center of the eyes were also white, without any other color, giving people an otherworldly feeling.

When you look into these eyes, you seem to be able to see the pure white scenery on the snow and hear the sound of falling snowflakes in the silence.

"Abnormal twisted characteristics, god-like thaumaturgy... There is an abnormal lineage thaumaturgy here. According to the latest papers in Terran academic journals, it can be defined as: an abnormal green-type or black-type individual."

Xia Xiu rubbed his chin, looking at the world in front of him with his pure white eyes.

In his eyes, the barrier presented a series of complex waveforms, and those waveforms were constantly changing, like some kind of living entity.

Sometimes they twist slowly and sometimes beat violently. They seem calm and unstable on the surface, but every subtle fluctuation contains great power.

These waveforms are not only complex and changeable, but the local fluctuations are extremely violent, like beasts ready to counterattack at any time, waiting for opportunities.

Xia Xiu's eyes swept over these fluctuations, and his mind quickly analyzed the characteristics and strength of the barrier. The source of its power is very ancient, and it contains a strong divine aura, which is completely different from ordinary thaumaturgy.

He had learned when he was a student in Shikain that EVE particles are an energy source similar to electricity or ATP, and thaumaturgy (or magic) requires this energy to perform.

It can be regarded as a kind of energy similar to dark matter, which cannot be directly observed, but it accounts for a large amount of energy in the universe.

EVE particles behave through properties similar to sound waves, including frequency (which represents the density of energy) and loudness (which represents the intensity of energy).

Each type of EVE particle has a different waveform, which determines different types of thaumaturgic effects.

Before reaching [Crown], the difference between the abnormal lineage and the normal lineage is still very big.

For abnormal spell casters, taking Xia Xiu's Sarkic lineage as an example, he needs to absorb EVE particles into his body, convert them into his own unique "characteristic" energy, and then cast spells.

Thaumatological effects are related to their personal characteristics and can affect reality through the EVE particles in the body.

The normal lineage does not absorb EVE particles into the body. They directly use their own abilities to manipulate the EVE particles in the outside world to distort reality.

They don't need to convert EVE particles into personal traits like anomalies do.

In other words, the radiation of the alien thaumaturge comes from the body. Every time he casts a spell, a huge amount of EVE particles pass through him, and then the spell is cast through their body.

The normal radiation seems to surround itself rather than emit from the body, and the color and path are also different from the abnormal ones. When the normal spectrum distorts reality, there will be no EVE particles passing through the body.

If EVE energy is regarded as electricity, the anomaly itself is an electrical appliance; when the electrical appliance is connected to the circuit, the electrical appliance starts to do its work.

In the same way, when the alien senses EVE particles and guides them into itself, it converts them into EVE particles with its own "characteristics" and casts spells.

The normal state is to use its own ability to guide EVE particles to directly start interfering with the world, which is "distortion".

It is very interesting that normality can only control "primitive particles", while abnormality can sometimes control [information authority] that only [Crown One] can access.

Terran academia now divides thaumaturges (not according to genealogy) into three forms:

If an individual can change some things at will, all based on its subjective thoughts, then it is probably an abnormal thaumaturge/divine thaumaturge/reality warper, they are called - Type Green.

If he needs to recite some spells, use charms, thaumaturgic circuits, or magic circles to create abnormal distortions, then he is probably a normal thaumaturgy. They are called - Type Blue.

Of course, some individuals sign some contracts with some legendary powerful beings, or become its offspring/hybrids, or simply become the legendary powerful apex multifunctional entity. This kind of individuals are directly classified as black type.

According to the classification of the new era, most of the warlocks of the Sarkic Church are typical black types.

One [Flesh Shaping] has multiple manifestations.

Even the same Sarkic technique will produce slight changes when it is "characterized".

This change has good and bad. The changes of the Sarkic spectrum are controlled by Ion within a stable threshold because he set a spectrum as another set of electrical appliances.

Most of the abnormal spectrums of the gods are the same. They use the spectrum as another set of "electrical appliances" to stabilize the distortion, but this only reduces the possibility of distortion.

But the abnormalities of other monsters are different. They are all out-of-control bombs. They have extremely strong desires and are usually the reserve seeds of chaos.

The Heavenly Inquisition spends most of its time cleaning up these twisted and abnormal individuals on Terra, and occasionally cleaning up the abnormal goods that are out of control.

Take the four major sects of the old Sarkic cult as an example. Every year, during the [Divine Communion Ceremony], many people are directly devoured by Him in the [Infinity Covered by Him], and many of those who survived are crazy, or they directly come to the world with a little bit of His flesh and blood and become deformed monsters...

Xia Xiu once cleaned up an inmate in the shelter who fell in love with the scraps of unhappy and brainless flesh and blood. At that time, he also reported that local shelter to Eden.

Later, when he became the fourth sword bearer in the Heavenly Kingdom, he also took the time to look through the database and found that the place had been "visited" by the people of the Inquisition.

It was the local shelter under the jurisdiction of 0-13. It was also the place where the previous resolution meeting was held, that is, the historical legacy of the demon kings who once created [Pandora's Box].

[Pandora's Box] means abnormal weaponization.

These magic boxes are the "treasures" left behind by the demon kings in the past.

You should know that 0-13 has the [secret jurisdiction] of the decision maker. The content within the jurisdiction cannot be known by Eden or other members of the resolution assembly, and even [Yahweh] cannot obtain the jurisdiction information.

The members of the resolution assembly have [secret jurisdiction]. [Secret jurisdiction] is one of the restrictions of the resolution assembly on Eden and even [Yahweh]. Any content encrypted by [secret jurisdiction], during the term of office of the resolution assembly members, Eden has no right to read and interfere.

And the use of [secret jurisdiction] is also very idealistic. You only need to swear to the Ethics Committee of the Kingdom of Heaven, the Three Holy Books, Eden, [Yahweh] and other beings that the content of the jurisdiction is worthy of the original heart of the angel, the glory of the Kingdom of Heaven and the mission of the angel, it is planned for utopianism, it is designed for the welfare of all mankind, and it exists for the overall benefit of mankind...

There are a total of thirteen questions, and all institutions and systems in the Kingdom of Heaven may be certified. Encryption can be achieved if six of them are met.

This is one of the rights of the resolution assembly, which is called the thirteen supervisors of the world by the world.

Once upon a time, the demon kings created the [Pandora's Box], and all the demon kings believed that it was the most beautiful gift created for heaven and even for all mankind.

Later, the box went out of control, and all the angels took over, and the era of the demon kings ended.

The new assembly members took over.

The power of the Ethics Committee was increased at that time, and it was granted the right to read 5% of the [Secret Jurisdiction].

If the current resolution assembly has not been dissolved, the current [Secret Jurisdiction] has been kept confidential, and Eden cannot obtain the encrypted content of any member; if the current parliament is dissolved, the jurisdiction content will be forcibly announced and reviewed by the Ethics Committee, the Tribunal, and Eden.

Seventy-two hours after the crisis caused by 0-13, the power of the Ethics Committee was further enhanced, and it was granted the right to read 10% of the [Secret Jurisdiction], and successfully increased the thirteen questions to seventeen. Members must meet seven or more of them before encryption can be performed.

At the same time, all angels passed the application for a new round of elections, and the resolution assembly will be reorganized before and after the five-year plan.

The above numerous thoughts only flashed quickly in Xia Xiu's mind. What he cared about more at the moment was the barrier in front of him that was full of "divinity" and personal characteristics.

There is no doubt that the abnormal type he encountered was a believer of a certain god.

I just don't know what kind of god believer it is.

Stars, the living gods of Terra, chaotic gods, gods of faith, or other information gods...

Xia Xiu's empty left hand rubbed his chin in his mind, and a powerful figure emerged from behind him, as if born from the void.

It was a golden purple incarnation, majestic and powerful.

The incarnation was tall, and his muscles were perfectly presented like a sculpture, and the whole person's temperament was full of oppression.

This purple-gold incarnation with a breath of destruction was naturally [Sisyphus].

At this moment, [Sisyphus] clenched his right hand slightly, and the powerful vector force gathered around his fist, gradually forming a huge vector drill.

The surface of the drill flashed with strong energy fluctuations, as if it could penetrate all obstacles.

Xia Xiu stood silently by the side, gently pressed the edge of his hat, and then nodded, signaling [Sisyphus] to take action.

The incarnation's right fist suddenly swung out, and the vector drill blasted into the air with tremendous force.

The fist did not touch the door in front of the building, but directly hit the seemingly empty air.

At this moment, a series of hidden magic runes suddenly appeared in the air. The runes were like some kind of ancient magic protection barrier, which was forcibly torn open by Xia Xiu's incarnation and exposed in front of him.

The magic runes instantly emitted a dazzling light, desperately resisting the external attack. The runes were arranged and combined in the air with mysterious geometric arrangements, making a "sizzling" friction sound, as if two powerful forces were competing invisibly.

The runes tried to rebound the attack of [Sisyphus], but the power of the vector drill was too strong. With an overwhelming momentum like a crushing blow, it directly bombarded the magic circle.

"Boom--"

A low explosion sound came from the depths of the magic circle, and the light of the runes began to dim rapidly, and then cracked into tiny cracks like a mirror, and then the entire barrier was like being hit by a giant hammer, and it completely collapsed in an instant.

The magic runes scattered and disintegrated, turning into countless fragments and disappearing into the air.

The barrier was completely destroyed in an instant and turned into nothingness.

The air in front of the door returned to calm again, as if nothing had happened, but Xia Xiu knew that the barrier that blocked his entry had disappeared.

Xia Xiu pushed open the door and walked in.

Mist began to spread.

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The space behind the door seemed to have been isolated from the outside world for hundreds of years, and the temperature inside was so low that people could not help but shiver.

The appearance of the modern building, the interior and interior decoration of the room were extremely strange.

The room was covered with a thick layer of dust. Obviously, no one had set foot here for a long time, but this silent space concealed some indescribable strange power.

Xia Xiu's golden eyes scanned every corner of the room. Although everything seemed dilapidated, he could sense that there were powerful traces of magic hidden in these shabby items.

The walls were covered with fabrics, which were densely covered with ancient runes. Those runes were winding like snakes, entwined in the depths of the shadows, spying on every entrant.

The fabrics swayed gently with the flow of air, as if these runes were still alive, waiting for a chance to revive.

The only light source in the room came from an old copper oil lamp, which flickered faintly, emitting a dim orange light.

The light cast a distorted shadow on the floor. As the flame jumped, the shape of the shadow kept changing, as if some unknown creature was slowly crawling on the ground, with an unsettling sense of movement.

On the stone platform in the middle, there was a bronze bowl full of cracks.

The liquid in the bowl emitted a faint red light, which was strange and palpitating, like a pair of eyes in the dark, staring coldly at the entrants.

There were faint ripples on the surface of the liquid, and every tiny fluctuation seemed to convey some kind of hidden power.

The red light appeared and disappeared from time to time, like some kind of awakening existence, blinking gently, watching everything in this room.

Next to the bowl, several broken ancient books were spread out casually, looking very worn.

The pages were curled, the color of the paper had turned yellow and moldy, and the erosion of moisture and time made the text blurred.

Those words were winding like snakes, and they seemed not to be human language, but some ancient and mysterious symbols, which faintly revealed strange power.

They twisted in the dim light, as if waiting to be interpreted, and began to reveal some unknown prophecy for people.

The bookshelves around were towering into the ceiling, filled with a smell of dampness and decay.

The bookshelves were filled with moldy scrolls and books, each of which had mysterious inscriptions, and those inscriptions flowed on the pages. These books were still alive, containing some knowledge waiting to be unlocked.

There were spider webs between the bookshelves, and the spider silk flashed silver light in the weak light.

"The style of painting here is not the same as the style of painting outside." Xia Xiu murmured in his heart.

Then, his eyes were attracted by a diary in front of him.

Xia Xiu's pure white eyes saw a very distorted breath on the notebook.

Full of desire, disease, madness, infection, transmutation...

He came to the notebook and looked at the cover of the notebook, which read:

"Forging Copper Diary"