Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 685: The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse (The Apostles) The War of Apocalypse.

In the blood-red sky, the cross that reaches from heaven to earth is inserted into the barren black soil like a pillar of doomsday, appearing particularly solemn and desperate.

The earth seemed to have died long ago, with cracks all over it and withered yellow dust drifting in the wind, like an eternal silent elegy.

Two majestic gods, Thoth and Maat, are silently gazing at their feet. The scrolls and feathers in their hands symbolize rules and order.

The golden scales of judgment hang in the sky, like an invisible law, symbolizing fair judgment.

The scales began to sway slightly in the silence, as if to indicate that something ominous was approaching.

squeak-

Suddenly, the huge scale tilted violently and the air solidified instantly.

[The trial is over——]

[Sinner: Corinius P. Bodfell II!!!]

The trial was over, and then a six-fingered man on the cross revealed the true body of Fei II and was shocked by an invisible force.

boom--

His head exploded at that moment, red blood spurted out, and the debris scattered in the air like scattered doomsday stars.

The headless corpse struggled and twisted on the cross, and trickles of blood flowed from the wounds, quickly gathering at the feet and dyeing the black soil red.

Every inch of the corpse's muscles began to become deformed, and the skin peeled off like cracked paper, revealing flesh and twisted bones.

The thirteen organs in his body began to distort, and each organ grew outward abruptly, like a monster breaking out of the ground in a nightmare.

The glands on the shoulders began to swell and turned into claw-like biological tissues. The ribs extended outward and twisted into hook-shaped spikes that seemed to tear everything apart.

The stomach tissue expanded wildly, turning into a giant ball of flesh and blood that bulged with his breathing.

The intestines slid out of the body like snakes, spreading on the ground with a foul stench and a smell of decay.

His legs were covered with bone spurs, twisting them so that he could crawl like a centipede, and his toes grew long and slender claws like the claws of a wild beast.

Every deformed organ exploded in the body, and eventually the entire corpse was no longer a human being, but an extremely horrifying monster, full of chaos and sin.

In the distance, the huge Holy Gospel Machine stood between heaven and earth, as solemn and sacred as a god.

His figure was solemn and dignified, with his hands always kept clasped together, as if he was praying silently.

An incomparably sacred power flowed between those clasped hands, and the boundary between light and shadow became blurred.

Countless geometric crystals slowly extended from the body of the Holy Machine of Gospel. The crystals were like divine creations from another world, pure and flawless, shining with incredible brilliance. The facets of the crystals intersected like stars, and each geometric face reflected the divine brilliance, entangled with each other, extending into an endless prison, forming a huge cage with a diameter of one kilometer.

The crystalline cage expanded around the Holy Machine of Gospel, and the edges of the geometric body outlined a perfect circle.

The heavenly cage forged in the mortal world tightly seals off the entire space.

The crystals sparkled in the light, like stars suspended in the void, reflecting the sacred power of the Holy Machine of Gospel.

And between the hands of the Holy Machine of Gospel, a terrifying green light flowed where the hands were clasped together, and there was sealed the incarnation of the Green Sun.

The green light carried doomsday-like pressure and violent energy, and was once an extremely terrifying existence. However, with the sudden death of Bodfe II, the green light began to rapidly fade, and the light gradually dimmed, and finally turned into a wisp of light smoke and dissipated in the air.

Green Day finally died out.

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At the other end of the cross, as judgment descended and the green sun extinguished, the fourth sword bearer in heaven suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were as deep as the stars, shining with a cold light in the darkness.

Click click click click——

The nails nailed into his alternating hands made a slight cracking sound in an instant, and then quickly turned into powder, drifting away from his hands like a gray dust mist.

His body finally freed itself from its restraints.

"call out--"

A slight but sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard, and his body seemed to lose balance and fell from the huge sky.

Boom——

The moment he fell, the huge mechanical armor of the Holy Machine of Gospel in the distance began to react.

The eyes on its head suddenly flashed with a faint blue light, and the fire of data jumped and burned in its eyes, and the whole body seemed to be reawakened.

As the body vibrated, the huge particle tidal wings behind it instantly opened up, spreading like angel wings, and scattering thousands of particle streams.

A piercing roar immediately erupted, and the sound waves tore through the air like thunder.

At this moment, Xia Xiu's arms were naturally spread out backwards, his body was slightly leaning backwards, his golden hair was flying in the wind, and the whole person was like a feather falling from the sky.

The air flowed around his body, lifting his robes and revealing his perfect, smooth lines.

boom--

The Holy Gospel Machine arrived in an instant, and the huge body steadily extended a huge palm.

Xia Xiu's body did not hesitate at all. He spun around, bent his right leg slightly, let his left leg hang naturally, swung his arms, and flipped down from the air like a dancer, and finally landed on the palm of the Holy Machine of Gospel in a very chic posture.

He knelt gently on one knee, with his hands slightly supported on his knees, and his whole body was frozen in the palm of the mecha like a sculpture.

Xia Xiu stood firmly on the body of the Gospel Holy Machine. The particle tides behind the body stopped surging like huge waves, and the sky seemed particularly quiet and solemn.

His gaze pierced through the void and locked onto the corpse of Bodfell II, which had fallen from the sky and was gradually turning into a hideous, indescribable monster.

That twisted body was like a ruin abandoned by reality, full of deformity and horror.

"It turns out that something on the verge of a miracle cannot be completely annihilated. Even with the help of a lever to pry open the judgment, or even if his soul is wiped out in the clash of consciousness and thinking, this partially miraculous body still cannot be easily erased." Xia Xiu's voice was a little thoughtful and tired.

"How to end him completely..."

While thinking, Xia Xiu raised his right hand and slowly stretched it towards the void. As he moved, a faint light suddenly appeared in the air. Then, a silver beam of light condensed from nothingness and finally appeared as a silver long stick - the "Lever of Heaven".

As it appeared, the surrounding space seemed to tremble slightly, and the energy fluctuations in the surroundings dissipated like a tide, and the air became heavy and depressing.

Behind the Holy Machine of Gospel, the huge tide of particles also stopped flowing, and the five-colored light stream that originally bloomed like angel wings gradually dissipated and gradually returned to silence.

[Fire Thief Mode: Released! ]

However, in this silence, Xia Xiu's body suddenly trembled, and then he couldn't help but bend over and cough violently.

"Cough cough cough-"

He clutched his chest, blood nearly gushing out of his throat, and severe pain emanated from deep within his guts.

In this battle, although he gained an advantage by leveraging the [Electronic Channel] and stealing the power of the Mecha-God, it also caused his soul to be in invisible overload.

He paid a heavy price for this battle.

The first wave of miracle attacks launched by Bodfell II directly destroyed one of his hearts.

And his body with two hearts and three lungs, which was forged by the Holy Spirit, suffered huge damage at almost every moment of the battle.

Of the twenty-four divinely created organs, only a few are still barely functioning, while the rest have lost their proper functions and are in a state of collapse.

[Out of Control World——]

[Out-of-control parameter modulation: body abnormality and deprivation! ! ! ]

Xia Xiu's breathing was a little rapid, but soon he used the power of [Out of Control World] to temporarily remove the abnormal "BUGs" in his body.

He felt the burden on his body gradually eased and the severe pain was temporarily suppressed.

Despite this, the feeling of tearing deep in the soul still exists, but it is forcibly suppressed and may erupt again at any time.

He might need to go back to the [Unknown Land] to recuperate, but now is not the final stage, and he must temporarily seal this backlash force before he can continue to stand on this battlefield.

He steadied himself and slowly raised his eyes toward the sky, gazing at the blood-stained sky.

In the endless sky above, the golden scales gradually dissipated, and the huge cross that reached the sky and the earth gradually blurred and disappeared; the figures of Thoth and Matt dispersed in the air like smoke, as if they had never existed.

And as the Green Sun went out, the bloody sky and barren land that should have been the domain of Bodefei II did not disappear with it.

This world was still like an abyss, shrouded in an endless sense of oppression. The air was filled with a faint smell of blood, a cold and twisted breath that made people feel invisible suffocation.

Xia Xiu's heart was filled with alarm, and his eyes became even sharper.

Everything in front of him proved one fact—this place had never been the territory of Bodfe II.

This bloody sky and earth do not belong to him.

The real masters have never shown up, and they have been controlling everything in secret, waiting for this moment to come.

Standing on the palm of the hundred-meter-high [Gospel Holy Machine Prometheus], ​​Xia Xiu's silver-white long stick flashed a cold light in the dim light.

The Holy Machine was suspended in the air, its huge mechanical body emitting unrivaled pressure, while the fourth sword bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven was looking down at the entire battlefield like a king.

There was a hint of coldness in his eyes, and his golden pupils were like a lion overlooking its prey, full of endless vigilance and scrutiny.

He clenched his hand lightly, and the "Lever of Heaven" vibrated slightly, sensing the uneasiness in the air.

Xia Xiu stared at the void in front of him, seeing through some power hidden behind it.

He spoke in a low voice to the void: "Come out, isn't this the moment you set up all these times for?"

“I didn’t know I was so valuable.”

He raised his eyes and shook his head slightly playfully, with a hint of mockery in his tone, his eyes still cold.

"In order to see me, you four have to work together to kill a person on the verge of a miracle - tsk, this is really too extravagant."

His smile faded slightly, with a faint curve at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were still as cold as ice.

His helpless and slightly tired expression revealed a complex sarcasm and vigilance towards the enemy, silently questioning their good intentions:

"Why don't you just give me a gift? Why go to all this trouble?"

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When Xia Xiu's voice finished echoing in the silent battlefield, heaven and earth responded to his question.

The blood-red sky began to shake violently, the entire space was pulled by an invisible force, and the air around it became extremely heavy. Then, the space suddenly twisted and collapsed, and the sky seemed to collapse, gradually revealing a deeper strange scene.

It was a vision from an unknown realm, carrying with it an irresistible divine pressure.

Deep within the sky, four huge books slowly appeared, like scrolls from the Apocalypse, suspended in the air one by one, and each scroll radiated a different light and power.

First Book:
It slowly descended from the clouds. Its outer layer was a pure white parchment scroll. The texture of the scroll was as fine as silk, and its smoothness revealed a faint divine glow.

The edge of the scroll is inlaid with delicate gold threads, like an ancient sacrifice, with an untouchable sacred aura. Ancient words densely cover the surface of the scroll. Those words are not ordinary symbols, but like living things, with faint light emanating from each letter. The words seem to be protected by some invisible force, conveying the eternal truth.

At the opening of the scroll, a white wax seal seals it tightly.

In the center of the wax seal is printed a bent bow with a taut bowstring and an arrow pointing forward, symbolizing the power of conquest.

This bent bow symbolizes the emperors who once ruled the world, bringing victory and power, but it also symbolizes the spread of plague and the destruction behind victory.

The wax seal is surrounded by a crown of thorns, and the delicate carvings tell the price of conquest and glory. The golden light flickers slightly, symbolizing the glory of rule and the omen of destruction.

Second Book:
It descended shortly after, tearing through the sky with crimson flames.

The wax seal of the scroll was a blood-red color, with two crossed swords printed in the center. Tiny cracks could be vaguely seen on the blades, indicating that they had experienced countless battles and killings.

The pattern of a few drops of blood on the handle is faintly visible, symbolizing the destruction of war and the pace of death.

The wax seal is surrounded by carvings of what appear to be burning flames, which jump and roll on the wax seal, symbolizing the ruthlessness and uncontrollable violence of war.

The flames were carved on the crimson wax seal, as if announcing that the madness of war would sweep over and devour everything.

The Third Book:
The moment it appeared in the air, the atmosphere between heaven and earth suddenly became heavy and oppressive.

The scroll was sealed with a sign of famine. The black wax seal was covered with fine cracks, and it seemed as if the seal would break at any time, revealing endless despair within.

In the center of the seal is a scale, which is slightly tilted and one end is falling heavily to the ground, symbolizing imbalance and injustice.

The tilt of the scales represents the imbalance brought about by famine. The scenes of starving people and raging plague seem to be embodied in this seal.

The carving on the edge of the seal is a withered grain, symbolizing the lack of food and the despair of life. The black wax seal carries endless darkness, like the shadow of death covering the earth.

The fourth scroll is the most terrifying vision:

Its wax seal is grayish white, covered with a thin layer of white mist, and carries a cold breath, symbolizing the coming of death.

A curved sickle is engraved in the center of the seal. The blade of the sickle is like a soul-snatching weapon, foreshadowing the end of life.

The edge of the seal is carved with symbols of dead bones and death, and the whispers of countless dead souls echo in the sky.

A grayish-white light wanders over the seal, cold and biting; all life will come to an end at this moment.

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The four scrolls slowly rotated in the air, emitting a strong mysterious light. There was a sense of oppression in the air, as if... the end of the world was about to come.

There was a dead silence between heaven and earth, only the faint humming sound of four scrolls and countless souls praying in low voices.

Suddenly, a loud horse neighing came from deep in the sky, breaking the silence.

“Huff, huff, huff—”

The sound was like thunder, shaking the heaven and earth.

As the sound got closer, a white horse galloped out from the sky, its hooves as hard as iron, shattering the void.

The knight on the white horse wears a crown, holds a bow in his hand, and his silver cloak flutters in the wind, like a symbol of victory.

His posture was upright and his face expressionless, but his eyes were filled with endless desire to conquer.

He raised his bow with the arrow pointing forward, symbolizing eternal conquest and rule.

The Knight on the White Horse stretched his hand into the air and firmly grasped the First Seal. The pure white scroll glowed slightly in his hand, symbolizing the call of power.

A sound came from the creature's side:

"You come!"

"And behold, a white horse, and his rider had a bow; and a crown was given to him, and he went out conquering, and to conquer—"

Immediately afterwards, the red horse neighed out, bringing with it the smell of blood and fire.

The horse's body was covered in a dark red glow, as if stained with blood.

The knight held high a blood-red sword in his hand. There were still traces of war on the blade, which faintly exuded a murderous aura.

The Red Horse Rider has an expressionless face, full of coldness and ruthlessness, and behind him follows countless flames of war and corpses.

His appearance made the atmosphere of heaven and earth even heavier, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of blood.

He stretched out his hand and grasped the second seal. The blood-red wax seal trembled slightly in his palm, foreshadowing the coming catastrophe.

The second living creature said:

"You come!"

"Then another red horse came out, and to him who sat on it was given power to take peace from the earth, so that people would kill one another. There was given to him a great sword—"

Then, a dull sound of horse hooves was heard, and a black horse slowly appeared in the sky. Its fur was dull and absorbed all the darkness in the world.

Riding on the black horse was a knight holding a scale, with a face as hard as iron and a heavy look in his eyes.

His scales tilted slightly, symbolizing the unbalanced order in the world and the coming of famine.

The Black Horse Knight silently reached out his hand and grabbed the third seal. The black wax seal in his hand glowed faintly, and an endless darkness was about to cover the earth.

The third living creature said:

"You come!"

Then, a voice seemed to come from among the four living creatures, responding to the third living creature:
"A measure of wheat for a denarius, and three measures of barley for a denarius; and do not harm the oil and the wine."

Finally, accompanied by a gust of cold wind and a foul smell, the gray horse slowly emerged from the depths of the sky.

Behind the Grey Horse Knight are decay and death. All life withers under his hooves, and the breath of life is gradually being taken away. The Knight holds a curved sickle, ready to harvest life at any time. He/she has a blank expression, and his/her eyes are filled with indifference and passion, like a combination of contradictions, symbolizing the irresistible power of death.

The Gray Horse Knight stretched out his hand and grasped the fourth seal. The gray-white wax seal gave off a biting chill; it was death calling.

The fourth living creature said:

"You come!"

"And behold, a pale horse, and the name of the one who sat on it was Death, and Hades followed with him. And power was given to them to kill a fourth of the earth with sword, with famine, with pestilence, and with wild beasts—"

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The four knights, like executors of the apocalypse, slowly descended on their horses, carrying their own marks.

They walked towards the fourth sword-bearer in heaven step by step, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense and solemn.

Xia Xiu stood in front of the four knights, his face expressionless, maintaining his usual calmness and confidence.

The aura of the four knights was so oppressive that the air around them seemed to freeze.
Although he looked calm on the surface, he was actually... very panicked inside.

"The Four Lords of the Ether have arrived in the world..." Xia Xiu muttered in his heart, "This is really... a constant surprise."

He secretly felt the heavenly lineage in his body, his nerves were highly tense, fearing that any disturbance would trigger the full alert of heaven.

However, he was somewhat relieved that the spectrum did not trigger the highest alert.

Although the four knights before them looked extremely intimidating, even like the embodiment of doomsday, perhaps they did not intend to launch an all-out war immediately.

But Xia Xiu did not dare to take it lightly.

The four monarchs in front of you look intimidating, but in reality... they may also be very intimidating.

He didn't want to gamble on whether the four wanted to start an all-out war with the Kingdom of Heaven again.

As Xia Xiu's thoughts were racing, the black horse knight moved slightly, and his dark figure slowly stepped out from among the four knights.

The sound of the black horse's hooves was like thunder, echoing in the vast and solemn world.

There was a smell of chaos and pollution in the air, and the whole world trembled with his every move.

"Hugh Abraham, long time no see."

The Black Horse Knight's voice was like a whisper from the depths of hell, carrying with it indescribable chill and mockery.

There was a strong sense of oppression in his words, and every word could stir up huge waves in the ether ocean.

Xia Xiu clenched the silver cane in his hand, his palms sweating slightly, but his face still had that fake smile.

He raised his head and looked directly at the Black Horse Knight without a trace of fear in his eyes. At the same time, he was already calculating all possible response plans in his mind.

“If a fight breaks out later, use the lever to pry open the passage of the God of All Machines, then detonate the Holy Machine of Gospel to wake up the [Void Dragon] on Mars.

Prepare the body as bait for sacrifice, call the second boss, and bring Unhappy and No-Brain over as well.

At the same time, prepare to burn the genealogy of the Kingdom of Heaven, detonate the [Triple Crown], tear open the rift, draw the glory of the [Unknown Land] and the [Rainbow Bridge] over, and let [Yahweh] come over as well..."

Several extremely dangerous and suicidal approaches flashed through Xia Xiu's mind.

After all, even the dumbest fool in the world would not think of the possibility of getting away with it in spite of the four monarchs.

While thinking, Xia Xiu did not forget to respond to the black horse knight's greeting.

"Long time no see, Xin Liezhi... Sir?"

He deliberately dragged out the ending of "sir".

The Black Horse Knight stared coldly at the Fourth Sword Bearer of Heaven, his face gloomy, but there was a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"I actually quite liked your attitude when you gave me the middle finger."

His voice was like the cold wind at night, carrying with it a chilling chill.

Upon hearing this, Xia Xiu's humble smile deepened. He bowed slightly, spread his hands, and made a polite and humble gesture.

"If you come here, you want me to give you the middle finger, if you really want it..."

He said sincerely, "It's not impossible."

The gloomy expression on the Black Horse Knight's face suddenly cracked, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

However, before he could respond, the red horse rider's loud laughter suddenly broke the silent atmosphere.

"Hahaha~~~"

The sound of the Rider of the Red Horse is like the drums of war on the battlefield, full of wild power and revelry.

His laughter shook the air, mocking the schemes and machinations of the Riders of the Black Horse.

"Hahaha! Well said! Xin Liezhi, what on earth do you want with all these empty words and tricks?"

The Red Horse Knight laughed and bluntly ridiculed the Black Horse Knight, with disdain in his eyes.

His laughter was full of admiration for direct power.

In his eyes, the conspiracy and magic of the Black Horse Knight were not worth mentioning at all. They were tricks of cowards.

Only through blood and battle can true strength be revealed.

"We don't have much time here," the Red Horse Knight continued, with a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes, "Isn't it because you are here - like a woman posing in an M shape, flirting with others, trying to seduce me."

His words were crude but straightforward, full of contempt for the Black Horse Knight.

"You always avoid facing the battle, never create a drop of blood, a single corpse, you are really a coward."

The Red Horse Rider's voice was like a roar, filled with the passion of a battle maniac.

Xia Xiu was standing aside, still with that signature smile on his face, but he had already begun to secretly weigh the situation in his heart.

The Gray Horse Knight's deep laughter also joined in at this moment, the sound was like an echo from the abyss beneath the earth, carrying with it an unspeakable power of corruption.

"Hahaha! Laugh out loud, and the world will see."

The Grey Horse Rider's voice was as deep as thunder.

"This fearless heart will destroy your deceitful words.

A hero does not become great because of his position. I love this soul and dare to treat authority as dust. "

His/her voice carries the ancient breath of death, as if chanting some distant prophecy.

Amid the two knights' wild laughter, the Knight on the White Horse remained silent. His eyes were cold, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He stayed out of the matter and watched everything.

Xia Xiu still maintained that half-smile expression. Although he was alert in his heart, he did not reveal the slightest flaw.

He is now walking on thin ice.

If you are not careful, you may not be able to reach the other side.

The Black Horse Knight's gaze was like the abyss, gazing at Xia Xiu with unusual satisfaction.

Although the sarcasm of the Red Horse Knight and the Gray Horse Knight was still echoing in his ears, the Black Horse Knight was not moved at all. His voice was like a cold storm in the middle of the night, carrying some irresistible power.

"We really don't have much time. You know, we spent a lot of effort to build this barrier that bypasses Yahweh, bypasses the stars, and bypasses the Crystal Sky."

The Black Horse Knight's words lingered in the air like a poisonous snake, and Xia Xiu's heart instantly tightened.

He frowned slightly, still calm on the surface, but his mind was already working fast, trying his best to capture the information in every word of the other party.

"Around Yahweh? Around the stars? The one in Crystal Sky...?"

Xia Xiu's thoughts raced as he calmly analyzed all the useful information.

He was now certain of one thing, that was that he didn't have to perish together with the projections of the Four Monarchs.

However, he also had to figure out what these four people wanted.

The fourth sword-wielding man in the Kingdom of Heaven had his golden eyes flickering in the dark, and waves were already rising in his heart.

At this moment, the Black Horse Knight's next words were like thunder, instantly striking Xia Xiu's heartstrings.

"You should know the History of the Worlds," the Black Horse Knight's tone was unsettlingly casual, as if all this was just an ordinary conversation, but every word carried a heaviness that could not be ignored.

"You have seen a future branch of Terra's development, right? Or rather, you have experienced it yourself in your blank past."

Xia Xiu's gaze was fixed on the invisible eyes of the Black Horse Knight. He tried to keep his breathing steady, trying to see through those eyes hidden in nothingness.

In the depths of the darkness, he saw a kind of indescribable control, a look he had never seen before.

The Black Horse Knight watched with satisfaction the subtle changes in the eyes of the Fourth Sword Bearer of Heaven. Even though it was only for a moment, that brief spiritual fluctuation had exposed his inner vacillation.

He captured this moment, just like a hunter seeing his prey struggling in a trap and revealing a satisfied smile.

"Very good, very good." The Black Horse Knight's voice was calm with a hint of victory. "I like your reaction, Hugh Abraham. After all, you are not like those boring saints. At least you still have awe for the future."

Xia Xiu's heart beat fast and steadily, his face was covered with an indifferent expression, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife as he stared at the black horse knight.

He must never show any weakness again.

The Black Horse Knight leaned forward slightly, as if ready to unveil a deeper layer of secrets, his voice low and dangerous.

"Let's get this straight to the point. We want to do a deal with you—and only you, not Heaven. Just you."

Cooperation?

Xia Xiu murmured this very ridiculous word in his heart.

Xia Xiu stood in front of the Black Horse Knight, his eyes were cold and his expression was calm.

He didn't say anything extra, nor did he hesitate, and asked directly:
"What cooperation?"

An even more satisfied smile emerged on the face of the Black Horse Knight, and a look with unfathomable meaning slid across his face, admiring the calmness and decisiveness of the Fourth Sword Bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven.

The Black Horse Knight's voice was like a whisper in the dark night, carrying a certain irresistible magic, echoing in the empty void:

"We have a lot to work together on, Hugh Abraham, starting with Ion's legacy, the perfect miracle of heaven - the perfect prosthesis."

Xia Xiu's eyes narrowed slightly, but he still said nothing. He just listened quietly as the Black Horse Knight continued speaking.

The Black Horse Knight's voice seemed to weave a net in the air, and the silk-like whispers of the net wrapped everything, gradually leading Xia Xiu into the depths.

The other party's words were full of temptation and incitement, but also mixed with some kind of conspiracy hidden in the dark.

"Look at the gene bank built by Bodfell II," the Black Horse Knight continued, with a hint of pride in his tone, "His experimental data, these are all given to him by us. The reason why Bodfell II can edit genes so recklessly and not be contaminated by Chaos is also because of us."

He smiled softly, the weight of his words not enough to cause any waves, and he was just stating an unshakable fact.

Xia Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly, his thoughts spinning in his mind like a sharp blade.

The words of the Black Horse Knight revealed a deeper conspiracy behind the scenes - it turned out that these genetic experiments and these data were not the result of the efforts of Fei II alone, but were manipulated by these four knights behind the scenes.

Their power penetrates borders and even affects those who think they control destiny.

"Of course," the Black Horse Knight's voice sounded again in a low voice, with a certain disdain and contempt, "We have no interest in the inferior goods he made. You should also understand, Hugh Abraham, that what we want are those who are truly useful - perfect generals, warriors, and politicians. They are better, greater, and more impeccable than any normal human being."

The Black Horse Knight leaned forward slightly and whispered the absolute truth:
"They will possess powers beyond those of mortals, and like the demigods in ancient mythology, they will be invulnerable to disease, aging, or any other defects of mortals. They will be taller, stronger, more agile, and smarter, and we need such perfect bearers."

As the Black Horse Knight spoke, the other three knights gradually locked their eyes on Xia Xiu. The four gazes surrounded him like chains extending from the void.

The Red Horse Knight, the White Horse Knight, and the Gray Horse Knight, each of them had a look of deep expectation and scrutiny, waiting for Xia Xiu's response.

"We need a body that can contain our power," the Black Horse Knight whispered, and every word in his words was like a cold thorn piercing the air, "a being that will not be corrupted, but has its own independent will, and can perfectly carry our power."

"Initially, our target was Judith," the Black Horse Knight's eyes flashed with fanaticism. He said slowly, "Unfortunately, he is not the true Anointed One of Yahweh. We have been looking for an opportunity, a truly perfect prosthesis."

Xia Xiu's expression remained calm, but his heart was surging like a storm.

The “anointed of Yahweh” mentioned by the Riders of the Black Horse reveals that they have been searching for some kind of perfect vessel, a supreme being that can carry their power.

And Judith, once thought to be that vessel, ultimately failed.

"Mu is not," the Black Horse Knight continued, his tone gradually becoming heavier. "Although he is very powerful, so powerful that we all find it incredible, he is not."

"Neither is Judith," he said with a hint of mockery in his voice, mocking the loser who had been given high hopes. "He turned into a dragon, but it was still not enough to be recognized by the human Alaya consciousness group."

The Black Horse Knight's gaze gradually became fanatical, with an irrepressible light flashing in his eyes, like a burning flame.

He slowly looked at Xia Xiu, and his voice suddenly became ecstatic:
"But you are different!!!"

The expression of the fourth sword-bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven remained calm: "Speak to the point."

The smile on the Black Horse Knight's face widened, and his eyes were filled with endless anticipation and greed, as if he had seen some supreme treasure.

His voice sounded again, with a strange softness and temptation:
"The point is, our first cooperation is the replication of a perfect prosthesis."

He slowly approached, his tone gradually slowed down, and every word seemed to echo in Xia Xiu's ears:

"Aren't you going to build a school? We will hand over the most perfect embryos to you - they are incomparably perfect apostles. These children will grow up under your protection and teachings. They will be your apostles and your offspring; they will be your students and disciples, as well as your tools and generals; they will be your comrades and partners on the battlefield in the future."

There was a kind of fanatical passion in the Black Horse Knight's voice. Every word he said carried an irresistible temptation, as if he was telling a great conspiracy:

"All you need to do is to imprint the mark required for one-third of your divine kingdom on them."

His voice slowly echoed, full of mystery and power.

"When you obtain a perfect prosthetic body and reign supreme over miracles, your descendants and apostles will share the glory of miracles with you."

The space around him seemed to tremble slightly with his words. The air was filled with an invisible sense of oppression. The power of the future had begun to condense in the description of the Black Horse Knight.

Xia Xiu's eyes were gloomy, his expression was calm, and complex thoughts were hidden in his deep eyes.

He didn't refuse immediately, nor did he agree immediately.

After a moment of silence, Xia Xiu asked coldly, "How many embryos have you prepared?"

A smug smile appeared on the Black Horse Knight's face, and his eyes flashed with fanaticism, as if he had been waiting for this question for a long time.

Then he laughed loudly, and his laughter echoed in the void with a strange echo.

"Fifty." The Black Horse Knight's voice was full of pride and confidence, as if he had seen countless miracles born from those embryos. "Fifty perfect embryos, all prepared for you."

Upon hearing this, Xia Xiu couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, but there was no warmth in that smile, instead it was a bit sarcastic.

He shook his head slightly, raised the corner of his mouth, and sneered:

"Fifty miracles? Are you dreaming?"

The Black Horse Knight didn't seem to care about Xia Xiu's ridicule. Instead, he smiled more confidently:

"The survival rate depends on you. After all, you are their father."

Xia Xiu did not dwell on the topic of perfect prosthetics for too long. He set his eyes on the Black Horse Knight again, and said with a hint of amusement in his tone:
"Tell me what other collaborations you're daydreaming about. Don't worry, I won't laugh at you."

There was an oppressive silence in the air, and the atmosphere around was so heavy that it pressed down on people's hearts like a mountain.

The Black Horse Knight's expression did not fluctuate at all, and he was completely unaware of the sarcasm in Xia Xiu's words.

He slowly raised the scroll in his hand, his movement carrying a mysterious sense of ritual, as if the scroll carried the endless burden of history and destiny.

"This is the first seal that symbolizes the branch of the history book. The other three seals are in the hands of three other monarchs."

The Black Horse Knight's voice was low and steady. His eyes were as deep as a bottomless black hole as he stared straight at Xia Xiu, as if waiting for his response.

The air around seemed to become heavier, and even the wind stopped flowing.

The Black Horse Knight continued, "The Fifth Seal is on Terra. When someone unifies Terra, the Fifth Seal will appear."

Xia Xiu's brows twitched slightly, and he felt a surge of premonition deep in his heart.

Terra, the planet that carries countless powers and intertwined destinies, is now mentioned at this moment and is destined to become an important piece in this grand chess game.

The Black Horse Knight did not give Xia Xiu much time to think, and his words continued to echo in the void: "The sixth and seventh seals are behind the twin gates."

The Black Horse Knight's gaze gradually focused on Xia Xiu. He slowly lowered his head, as if exerting some invisible pressure:
"When the seven seals are opened, all heavens and worlds will fall into silence for half an hour."

"The apocalyptic war that sweeps everything will break out after the silence."

"The second cooperation - in the Apocalypse War, we will become the Apocalypse Knights under your saddle."

"Together we will fight in the Apocalypse War and destroy—"

"The Crimson King!!!"