Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 600: Flower of Blood and Bone - Three-Day Countdown

Terra calendar 1591.1.25.
02:00AM.
The sky is like a piece of black velvet, dotted with countless bright stars.

The silvery moonlight sprinkled on the earth, casting a dreamy glow on the small town of Sedbrook in the Thousand Lakes State of the Eddies Federation.

The small town of Soderbrook is built on the seaside and surrounded by dense forests.

The residents here are few and simple, with neatly arranged flange-style buildings on both sides of the streets. An ancient stone bridge spans the river, connecting the two sides of the town.

The coniferous forest in the distance is deep and quiet, with the occasional low calls of wild animals adding a touch of mystery to this quiet town.

In a magnificent manor in this small town, the hall is covered with a long red carpet, and at the end there is a red ancient couch.

The hall is luxuriously decorated, with a huge crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, the lighting is soft and bright.

The walls are covered with precious paintings and gilded decorations, and every detail shows the owner's wealth and status.

There is a marble sculpture placed at each corner of the hall, which looks lifelike, as if quietly guarding the manor.

The red carpet is thick and gorgeous, stretching along the marble floor to the red ancient lounge chair at the end of the hall.

The recliner is inlaid with exquisite gold embroidery, has a high backrest and armrests carved with intricate patterns, making it look solemn and mysterious.

Corinius P. Bodfell II, dressed in a red robe, sat upright on a recliner. He was tall and had a stern face.

The six-fingered palms were exposed outside the red robe, which looked extremely strange and disturbing.

In his right hand he held a bone cane made of human bones, with white bones and a complex structure.

On the top of the cane is a skull with two red-glowing gems embedded in its empty eye sockets, as if watching everything.

The main body of the cane is made of several human bones, and each bone has been finely polished and gleams with a dim luster.

The red monk Bodfe II was sitting on a recliner, surrounded by three members of the San Diego Rockets, led by the two-meter-one-tall captain Ernest Hayes.

"Has the out-of-control incarnation not been found yet?" The red monk asked the burly captain in an ancient and solemn tone.

Ernest nodded, a trace of helplessness on his face. "Yes, when we found out someone was trying to hack into the think tank, we immediately sent people to clean up all traces of the fourteen ritual areas. The other thirteen were handled well, but only the cannibalistic Wendigo showed signs of being out of control."

The red monk frowned slightly, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

"There must be something fishy going on when the Wendigo gets out of control. You must resolve this matter quickly and don't let it get in the way."

Ernest took a deep breath and said, "We have already sent more people to track down the Wendigo. We will take care of the last piece of the puzzle."

Bodfe II nodded, his eyes still cold.

"You must remember to control the Wendigo without any mistakes. What I am planning involves a lot of things and I cannot afford to make any mistakes."

Something horrible and shadowy was lurking and howling in the shadow of the Red Priest, like a ghost.

The lighting in the hall was still soft, and the red carpet looked even brighter under the light.

The oil paintings and sculptures around stand quietly, as if silently witnessing all this.

Bodfe II gently clenched the bone cane in his right hand, feeling the cold touch.

Facing Bodfee II's accountability, Ernest and the other two members of Team Rocket had serious expressions, and it was obvious that they also understood the seriousness of the matter.

The leading captain, Ernest, carefully considered his tone and asked the red monk, Bodefei II:

"Grand Warlock, are you about to enter the Self-Sacrifice stage? According to the Green Day ritual and your current incarnation progress, are you..."

He paused, trying to find his words.

He was fully aware of the majesty and arrogance of the Sarkic man who called himself the Grand Karcist, and any rash words he said could lead to irreversible consequences.

Fortunately, as long as you try to lower your posture and go along with the other person's wishes, communication will become relatively easy.

When Bodfell II heard what Ernest said, he naturally understood what the other party was thinking.

His eyes moved slightly, and with a kind of superior indifference, he slowly spoke:

“I will use the [Miracle Green Sun] that [Osiris] conquered. This is the symbol of the cycle of death and resurrection in the etheric ocean. It represents the cyclical changes in nature, such as the change of seasons and the growth of agriculture. This is the miracle of repeated rebirth, and it is also the symbol of the Green Sun.”

His voice was deep and majestic, as if he was telling an ancient prophecy.

"This [miracle] requires that I die for the first time, and then my body be cut into fourteen pieces, which will be consumed by fourteen recipients of divine grace.

After that, I will be resurrected and take back the power from those who have taken on flesh one by one.

Every time I retrieve them, I will enter the underworld, but as the number increases, the time it takes for me to resurrect will also be accelerated. "

Ernest and the other members listened with bated breath, filled with awe and shock. Bodfell II continued:
"Those who have their power taken back do not die, but become my human pillars. This is the nature of the flesh. We are better at sharing power than the hypocrites of heaven. Now I have gathered thirteen incarnations, only the last one is missing, and my time in the underworld is approaching."

The Red Monk's voice echoed through the hall like a bell, and he continued:

"I will sleep in the underworld for three days this time."

“In three days, I will complete the preparations for the first round of miracle announcements, and then move toward great spirituality, penetrating the seven etheric layers.

When I penetrate the seven layers, I will announce to the world at the same time that I am the Lord of the Underworld, the symbol of the Green Sun."

His voice was low and solemn, as if he was proclaiming an unquestionable law.

"After that, I will continue with the second round of proclamations to shape a new kingdom of Sarkic flesh in the real world. The second inner temple will be the boundary between the veil and the real world.

And I am the king of the edge of the world, the king of the border."

The red monk's eyes were gleaming with endless fanaticism.

"This great undertaking requires you to go all out and protect me. When the time comes, I will follow the agreement, form an offensive and defensive alliance with the consortium, and allocate a piece of land to the consortium.

This place will be modeled after the Daeva City that never sleeps, where the consortium will have a high degree of autonomy and can dispose of the people within it at will, without having to worry about the restrictions of morality and human ethics. "

Ernest listened to the big cake drawn by Bodfe II, but his expression did not show any ecstasy. He knew very well that there was a deeper plan behind the red monk's promise, but he still bowed his head and said to him:

"Three days is enough. Basically, no one can physically destroy all the people and fourteen recipients of the human body trade route that we have laid out for a long time within three days. Even for a single powerful person, this amount of time is not enough."

Bodfe II slowly closed his eyes and fell into deep thought. Endless calculations and plans surged in his mind, and every step had to be accurate in order to achieve his goal.

Suddenly, his inner spirit moved slightly, and he asked again:

"Are you sure you don't need me to rush thousands of miles away while I'm asleep to clean up the anomalies in the island city?"

The captain shook his head.

"Your trip will delay the time again. Besides, the guy in Hell's Kitchen has already dealt with his base. A while ago, there was news that he had reached a cooperation with the bureaucratic representatives of the federal government. If you take action, it may attract the attention of the erratic fourth swordsman. This will not be worth the loss, and will lead to a series of problems later..."

When the captain got to this point, he suddenly came up with a term. He blurted out:
"mistake."

When he heard the name of the fourth sword-bearer in heaven, a red light flashed in the red monk's eyes.

"Although I was a little surprised that he was able to kill that idiot, The Impaler, he is still just a brat after all."

"Relying on the sword hanging overhead and the arsenal behind him, he thinks that all powerful individuals should be afraid of him!?" "After I complete the ritual, I will first go to meet this fraud and give this so-called supernova of the new era a lesson."

Captain Ernest's eyes twitched after hearing this.

This literary 'great warlock' is quite experienced in taking advantage of his seniority and is thick-skinned enough to have double standards and a flexible bottom line.

If he had really been unhappy with the fourth sword-wielder of the Kingdom of Heaven for a long time and was not afraid of the threat of the "Sword Hanging Over the Head", why didn't he go over and beat the other person up earlier?
Don’t have time?

Still don’t know the address of the administration?

but……

When the other party really becomes [Green Day], they can indeed use the firepower and resources of the heaven represented by the [Sword Hanging Over the Head] to talk to the fourth sword-bearer about respecting the elderly and loving the young.

Therefore, rituals must be given priority.

The captain assured the red monk at this moment:
"Grand Warlock, please complete the ritual with peace of mind. The consortium has been planning the human body trade for several years before the fall of New York. It is impossible for anyone involved to have an accident within three days.

Moreover, if the Mayflower man had not forcibly implanted the World Tree into Edisi in order to ascend to the Miracle, causing the Kingdom of Heaven to enter the Federation and making the fourth sword bearer a walking figure of the Kingdom of Heaven in the Federation, we would not have to adjust the industrial chain and the funding behind it, and we would not have to be so secretive now. "

Bodefei II nodded slightly, with a cold look in his eyes.

"You are right. If my thousand-mile raid may lead to errors, I will not take action for the time being. You must know that no one can disrupt the layout of our Fourteen Sacred Flesh Ritual within three days."

Then, Bodefei II held the bone staff with his six fingers and chanted in a low voice:

"Great dragon of brass, Mother Dragon, bear witness to the song of blood and bone I compose;

Let me devour the flesh of the world with thee, as a hungry wolf devours an innocent lamb.

Let my teeth sink into its bones and crush its internal organs, let my claws rip out its heart, and feast on this feast of flesh and blood.

Cut off the prey's head, split the skull, and the bones turned white like frost;
The belly was ripped open, the chest was torn open, the beating heart was exposed, and the blood gushed out.

Tearing the liver, the poison seeps out, dissolving deep within;

Coiling the kidneys, filtering out filth, the blood flows in silence.

Break the spleen, and let the fortress of blood and bone collapse;
Splashing blood makes the flowing life more vivid.

Stripping the skin and injecting deadly mercury;

Let it wrap tightly around you, crushing every vertebra, every rib.

The limbs were torn off, the bones were shattered, and all the supporting structures were like the pillars of the inner temple;
In the brokenness, the pain of reconstructing and the miracle of resurrection will continue in a cycle. "

Bodfell II's chant echoed in the empty hall, like a strange and solemn ceremony.

His voice was deep and powerful, as if every word he said carried an irresistible magic.

His six fingers tightly grasped the cane made of human bones, as if drawing strength from it.

There was a fanatical fire burning in his eyes.

His voice echoed in the hall like thunder, and every word was like an ancient inscription carved on a stone tablet, full of mystery and majesty.

The pictures he painted were vivid, as if a series of bloody and shocking pictures were unfolding before his eyes.

Every word carries with it endless cruelty and coldness, perfectly interpreting the song of blood and bones.

Corinius P. Bodfell II, he always believed in one thing, that is - he would become "Ion".

The Immortal Father, the Broken Chains, the Holy Light, the Grand Karcist of Sarkic, the Lord of Nothingness, and... the Sorcerer-King of Adytum.

He will awaken Adytum again and make Sarkic great again!!!
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07:00AM.
Island City.

Isati Overseas Factory.

The sky was just breaking day.

The eastern sky was turning pale, and the hazy morning light was spreading across the earth like a veil. The sky was gradually dyed with light pink and gold, with a few wisps of clouds dotted in between, like a beautiful oil painting.

There was a fresh scent in the cold air, and occasionally the sound of birds broke the silence.

There is an abandoned old factory here, which was originally used for the assembly and production of mechanical equipment.

Now, it has been transformed by human bone traffickers into a secret skull cleaning and trading center.

The early morning mist shrouded the abandoned factory, adding a layer of mystery and eeriness to the place.

The dilapidated walls of the factory were covered with vines, the windows had long been broken, revealing rusty iron frames, various discarded mechanical parts were scattered on the ground, and the air was filled with a smell of dampness and decay.

A blond, golden-eyed young man in winter clothes, carrying a fishing rod bag, followed closely behind a female forensic doctor with a ponytail and a pale face.

Xia Xiu took off the mask. To him, the mask was actually dispensable. After all, even if he stood in front of the flesh-and-blood shepherdess without the mask, the other party would not be able to remember any details of his appearance.

Even if he wanted, the other person's memory might not be perfect.

The reason why he was wearing a mask earlier was for no other reason.

Just because it's fun.

At this moment, Lisa, who was leading the way, looked a little thin. She had a ponytail and a pale face, with a hint of fear and fatigue in her eyes.

She looked nervous and her steps were slightly unsteady.

After being beaten up by Xia Xiu, this unfortunate kid successfully became a traitor... Oh, no, he became a disseminator of the gospel.

Now, she is responsible for spreading the gospel to her fellow Sarkic brothers.

Her method of spreading the information was very simple. She would tell the information she knew and lure out the relevant people.

The gospel will automatically help her preach

Just recently, the female forensic doctor briefly explained to her fraternity comrades and experienced the rapid displacement of her body.

She just watched helplessly as strange [Mobius strips] were put on her body, and then she started to feel dizzy.

When she opened her eyes again, she was outside the country.

The female forensic doctor walked slowly into the overseas factory with fear, while Xia Xiu looked calm and composed, as if he was on a picnic.

His steps were easy and leisurely, as if the darkness and danger here had no effect on him.

As Xia Xiu walked, he began to ask questions to the trembling female forensic doctor: "You just said that the White Worm Secret Cult branch brotherhood you belonged to did not get involved in the human body trade at first, and did not even know anything about it."

The female medical examiner nodded, her voice trembling. "We were pulled into this trade route by another Neo-Sarkic cult."

Xia Xiu continued to ask: "Which sect are you talking about, the New Sarkic Cult?"

Lisa's eyes were filled with memories as she slowly said:
"They are the first cult to take root in the Edisi Federation among the four major New Sarkic factions. Their name is - Adytum Awakening."