Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 596: Flower of Blood and Bone: It is definitely impossible to be the fourth sword bearer in the Kingdom of Heaven! (Stuck!)
Baldwin II succeeded in crushing the skull and pulling Castile back from the brink of death.

When the last trace of red light dissipated into the air, Castiel's body twitched violently, and then returned to calm.

This long-legged owl-like juggernaut has risen from the dead.

His eyes snapped open, pupils quickly focusing.

He breathed in the air greedily in big gulps, as if he wanted to inhale all the vitality of the world into his lungs.

“Haha~”

Castiel's chest rose and fell violently, and every breath seemed so urgent and rapid, as if he was chasing the breath of life that had just been lost.

At this moment, the eyes of the long-legged owl incarnation of the ruler were filled with excitement after rebirth.

He sat up slowly, supporting himself with his hands on the ground, feeling the power of life returning.

There was still some blood on his forehead, but that no longer mattered because he survived and crawled out of the abyss of death.

"What a miracle!"

Castile's gaze gradually focused on Bodfell II standing in front of him, and then looked behind him at the god on earth - [Osiris].

"Crown of Atef, Golden Mask, Shroud of Reversed Life and Death, Holy Staff and Holy Flail, Emerald Wings, Golden Holy Ring, Blue and Gold Belt..."

He counted the seven obvious features that had appeared on the other person's body. This incarnation had already separated itself from the body of an apostle and was beginning to take on the appearance of a god on earth.

As Castiel looked at him rudely, the red monk frowned in displeasure.

As he frowned, [Osiris] floating behind him also turned his head, and the face wearing the [Golden Mask] stared at Castiel coldly.

Those deep eyes were like stars that saw through everything, making people shudder.

Upon seeing this, Castiel immediately saluted the red priest and [Osiris], then bowed his head respectfully and said:

"Thank you, Grand Warlock, for your help."

Bodfe II stared at the guy he had just rescued and said coldly:
"You must pay attention to your etiquette. I tolerated your rudeness just now because you were dying. But if it happens again, I will not let you off easily even if you have the support of a big boss behind you."

Castile's heart sank, knowing that this literary old man, Bodfell II, could really do such a thing.

"I will obey the orders of the Grand Warlock."

Bodfe II nodded with satisfaction, and Osiris behind him also disappeared into the void.

After finishing his conversation with the red monk Bodfe II, Castile was still gasping for breath and slowly recovering, his face gradually becoming rosy.

His chest was still heaving violently, and the life-and-death situation he had just experienced caused the muscles all over his body to tremble slightly.

Just then, Ernest Hayes, the captain of the San Diego Rockets and the real head of the Rockets, strode over.

This 2-meter-tall man is like an iron tower.

His face was serious. He stood in front of Castile, leaned forward slightly, and asked in a low and powerful voice:

"Castiel, what happened just now? How did you get attacked suddenly? With Stola's agility, authority, and the overclocked computing power of the think tank, how could you be chosen and attacked? Also, do you have any idea about the enemy's capabilities and identity?"

A series of questions came to the long-legged owl ruler.

Castiel's face darkened at his captain's question, and he couldn't help but recall the pain that felt like it was piercing his heart.

His eyes flickered slightly, and his thoughts returned to that moment.

He remembered that thousands of miles away, his incarnation [Stolas] succeeded in his second attack and was ready to shuttle...

At that moment, a powerful force struck without warning.

Castiel's mind subconsciously replayed the image of that moment.

[Stola] was moving between the shadows at an astonishing speed, as agile as the wind.

However, at that moment, a fist suddenly appeared from the void, with unstoppable force, and smashed hard into Stola's head.

With that blow.

Stola's skull exploded instantly under that punch, with fragments flying everywhere and blood and flesh all over the place.

His consciousness was also forcibly pulled back at that moment.

Then, severe pain came like a tide, and his head was blown up.

[The Incarnation of the Dominant] is the embodiment of the soul of the [Dominant]. They are substitutes of the soul. When the substitute is attacked, the master of the substitute will naturally suffer the same damage.

There was a hint of fear and terror in Castiel's eyes, but more of it was deep doubt and vigilance.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Ernest, with a heavy haze in his eyes.

"That punch was completely unexpected." Castiel's voice was low, as if every word carried a heavy weight. "With Stola's agility and authority, he should be able to dodge any attack."

"However, that punch appeared from the void, with such speed and power that it was unimaginable. I was completely unaware of the enemy's presence until the fist had already hit Stola's head."

Ernest frowned slightly, and a hint of thought flashed in his eyes.

"So, the enemy's capabilities far exceed our expectations..."

At this point, the captain of the Rockets suddenly asked his teammates:
"Do you think the person who attacked you...could be the one from Hell's Kitchen?"

Hearing the captain's question, Castiel immediately understood that the captain wanted to ask if the man who attacked him was the fourth sword-bearer in heaven who was currently walking the earth.

He denied it without hesitation:
"Absolutely impossible!"

Castiel took a deep breath, calmed himself, and then explained to the captain:
“Captain, you know, when the thaumaturge reaches the Overlord, it becomes a battle between authority messages.

Once the power of the master incarnation is understood, it will undoubtedly be very bad for the magician, because it means that the bottom line has been understood. Therefore, the next stage of the magician - [Crown], is not only the improvement of authority, but also the high encryption and meme virus of information. At that level, their battles not only compete with authority and elements, but also compete with the more important [Ether Floating Point Operation].

Any information about the [Crown] will become an elemental attack that can pollute the mind. Even if we want to learn about a certain [Crown] or even a mid-level deity of the Golden Court pantheon that is equivalent to it, we need to read it in the think tank's special 'protocol layer', and we cannot actively leak it."

Castiel continued, "The intelligence of the many angels of the Kingdom of Heaven is in a special state in Terra. Angels are the most active thaumaturges in Terra, so according to the basic supernatural prophecy law and supernatural common sense that everything you say and do must leave traces, the confidentiality and protection of angels should not be too high. However, the fact is just the opposite - because the Kingdom of Heaven is the builder of the Veil, the owner of the Wall of Sighs, and they have the most terrifying think tank... Eden."

Ernest nodded. "Indeed, facing the Wall of Sighs, many thaumaturges don't even have a ladder to climb out. They don't even know what a wall is, let alone facing Eden directly."

"But even so, the names and deeds cannot be concealed. The existence of individual great power units is like the sun."

The tall Ernest listened to Castile's explanation, his eyes gleaming with deep thought.

"The most famous powerful units in the Kingdom of Heaven are undoubtedly the Four Sword Bearers. Although the information about these four is full of taboos and pollution, their names and deeds cannot be concealed."

The first sword bearer in heaven, the knight of faith, the master of the thread of fate, the saint with compassion...

The second sword bearer in heaven, the wrestler with God, the great sage...

The third sword bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven, the defender of the Kingdom of Heaven, the lord of the glass sea, the blazing sun, the uncrowned vice-lord, the foundation of the Kingdom of Heaven...

The fourth sword bearer of heaven, the crimson triple crown, the regicide, the supernova, the 'anointed one' of Eden...

Of these four, only the Fourth Sword-Bearer of Heaven has not yet ascended [to the Miracle], and “very little” information has circulated in the outside world regarding his incarnation and authority.

The impression and memory of the Fourth Sword Bearer are always easily broken, even among the high-ranking personnel of the major forces.

When people observe the corresponding etheric projection through the etheric ocean, they can only see it vaguely...

This incarnation of the Fourth Sword Bearer has thirty-six wings and three hundred and sixty-five thousand eyes, and his face is brighter than the sun.

And a little more detailed information is.

The incarnation of this fourth sword bearer in heaven is an angelic spirit holding a flaming greatsword.

Of course, there are also rumors that the fourth sword-wielder is a Trinity, possessing a triple-transformed incarnation of the spirit or an incarnation of the Trinity.

There are all kinds of rumors, and no one knows which one is true.

Castiel pressed his chest and assured the captain:
"Captain, the main reason why I can guarantee that this person is definitely not the angel from Hell's Kitchen is because of his ability."

As he spoke, he looked at the red monk, his eyes full of determination and confidence.

"The other party is a Sarkite, that is absolutely true."

Castiel's tone was filled with absolute certainty, and he continued, "My avatar sensed the other party's aura. He was a high-level Sarkic Warlock, and he possessed an aura similar to that of... the Grand Warlock. It was an aura from [The Infinity He Covers]. The angels in heaven could never possess this aura."

Ernest frowned, thought for a moment, and then asked, "You mean, this Sarkic Warlock's power is similar to... the Grand Warlock's?"

Castiel nodded, his expression becoming more serious.

"That's right, Captain. This aura is familiar to us but extremely dangerous. It is full of desire and corrupt power. The reason why that punch was able to hit Stolas is because it carries some kind of irresistible distortion."

"Also, although the punch was powerful, it did not carry the characteristics of the Crowned One. If it was the Crowned One who attacked, then the attack would not only be a physical impact, but would also be accompanied by spiritual erosion and pollution. However, that punch, although swift and deadly, did not have any trace of such pollution."

Ernest nodded, agreeing with Castile's analysis.

He spoke again, his tone contemplative, "In this case, the enemy we are facing may be an extremely powerful Overlord, but definitely not a [Crown One]. In this case, we need to re-evaluate the enemy's capabilities and methods to ensure that we will not be attacked so easily next time."

When the red monk Bodefei II heard this, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of inquiry and doubt in his tone, "Are you sure the other party is a Sarkite?"

Castiel nodded without hesitation, his eyes firm. "It is absolutely true. Through my perception, I clearly captured the other party's undisguised aura. Moreover, I witnessed with my own eyes the flesh and blood creature he created."

Bodfe II's interest was clearly aroused, and the red light in his eyes became brighter.
As if he was thinking about something, he said slowly: "Flesh creation... that is indeed one of the symbols of Sarkic cultists."

Bodfe II seemed to be intrigued, and he asked Castile: "Do you think it is the new carnal flesh or the old carnal flesh?"

Castiel recalled the details of the battle, frowning slightly, and said hesitantly: "I don't know. Judging from the clothes, the man seems to be different from the old Sark. He wears a strange modern thaumaturgical mask on his face, and his clothes are also quite modern; however, the flesh and blood creatures he created do not seem to have the abilities and skills that the new Sark should have."

Fei II nodded slightly, a trace of thought flashed in his eyes, and then he slowly spoke:
"New sensualists often learn strange and lewd tricks, all of which are inferior to the mainstream; old sensualists, on the other hand, live off their savings and dare not change anything."

"The old and new sensuality each has its disadvantages, but also its strengths."

Faced with Bodfell II's words, Castile did not dare to respond casually, because he knew the other party's violent temper well.

The only one who is qualified to judge Sarkic is Podfi II himself.

At this moment, the red monk continued to ask: "You said that the other party's aura is similar to mine? What kind of aura is similar?"

Castiel suddenly felt nervous when he heard this question.

He wanted to answer immediately, but he didn't know how to describe the feeling.

He frowned, thought for a moment, and finally spoke carefully:
"Grand Warlock, there is indeed an aura, as if the power comes from the same source, but there are some subtle differences."

This made Fei II's gaze even deeper. He continued to ask, "What is the source? Tell me in detail. Don't hide anything."

Steele felt a severe headache. After all, he had just been hit on the head by a punch, so he had no chance to carefully observe what the aura was like.

However, the red monk's gaze on Bodfe II was still burning, as if waiting for a definite answer.

Castiel could only rub his hands nervously and fell silent.

At this time, the captain Ernest noticed the red monk's eagerness to make a move and couldn't help but remind him:

"Your Excellency Grand Warlock, your power has now been divided along with the fourteen pieces of holy flesh, and the ritual has not yet been completed. What we need to do now is to finish it off, rather than confronting it head-on and causing more unnecessary trouble."

Bodfe II's eyes were still sharp, but after hearing Ernest's words, his expression softened a little.

He nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "You are right. Our first priority is to complete the ceremony. We will discuss other matters later..."

　It’s stuck..., just treat it as an anti-theft stamp, I’ll make some changes.

　　Wuwuwu——

　　It’s all Xianyu’s fault. I would have postponed it for a day if I had known.

　　(End of this chapter)