Extraordinary Pedigree.

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

01:30 PM, Weather/Fog.
New Manhattan Junction Port-Smog Terminal.

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

The entire dock was shrouded in a thick haze. The air was filled with a pungent smell of grease and damp rust, and even breathing could make one feel a burning sensation in the throat.

The skylight was weak and could hardly penetrate the thick fog. Only sporadic neon lights flickered in the dark corners. The dim lights reflected on the oil-stained water, swaying in strange light and shadows.

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

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

Abandoned cranes stand above the port like sleeping monsters. The iron chains swaying in the wind make intermittent "clinking" sounds, like some kind of silent warning, foreshadowing the impending turmoil on this land.

Huge cargo ships are anchored on the shore, covered in rust. The iron hulls have long been eroded by time and are in tatters, looking like they will collapse at any time.

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

It is a paradise for smugglers and alien traders, as well as a hotbed for criminal gangs and underground organizations.

In the warehouse area, huge containers are stacked like mountains, towering into the sky, blocking any view from the outside.

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, and the maze-like layout makes it difficult to find the exit once you step in.

The air is mixed with heavy industrial waste gas, the pungent smell makes people nauseous, and the mixed smell of rust and haze is even stronger and suffocating.

Occasionally, a faint breeze would pass through the abandoned containers, bringing with it the sound of metal scraping. The iron chains made an eerie "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 limply.

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

Her clothing was stained with dust and oil, and her dark grey overalls looked worn and lifeless in the dim warehouse light.

hiss~~
痛~
It hurts... ah~
Lydia's eyes opened slightly, her light green pupils filled with anger and confusion.

Her body felt weak from hanging for so long, the pain in her wrists and ankles had become numb, and the cold metal chains dug deep into her skin.

The surrounding was filled with members of the Liberation Hoofbeats of various shapes and sizes, their eyes cold and alert, like a group of predators waiting for their prey to make their final howl.

"How could it... become 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 flooding back to her, taking her back to a few days ago, when everything seemed so clear.

a few days ago.

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

The monotonous school life, rules and etiquette made her feel bored and suffocated.

Her father obviously did not intend to let her know the truth about anything. He just wanted her to stay away from those infected people and the equal rights movement, and away from the social issues she always cared about.

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

But Lydia simply couldn't accept it.

Her friends in the infected community needed her, and she could not bear to do nothing and distance herself from a group that was constantly oppressed and exploited.

On her desk, there lay a letter.

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

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

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

This friend had been a staunch supporter of the equal rights movement for people living with HIV and stood on the same camp as her, although they gradually lost contact.

She can’t just ignore it!!!
They have participated in countless protests together, stood at the forefront of the rights movement for people living with HIV, and faced arrests and violent repression by the police.

She wasn't afraid and she never backed down.

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

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

The scene returns to the present.

Lydia opened her eyes again, and the light in front of her eyes gradually became clearer.

She remembered how she was brought here.

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

My friend had already been bought over by the Jiefang Hoofbeats, or rather, he was a Jiefang Hoofbeats member from the very beginning.

The other party's original purpose in contacting me was for this moment.

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

Lydia raised her head with difficulty, her sight passing through the blurry dim light and falling 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, filled with undisguised hatred.

Mikhail raised a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth and fixed his cold eyes on her.

His fingers nimbly played with a dagger, and the blade reflected a cold light in the dim light, like the scythe of the god of death swaying in front of her eyes.

"What a irony, isn't it?"

Mikhail said slowly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"You sympathize with the infected and stand on their side, but your father is the one who makes 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 pounding, but she forced herself to speak, her voice hoarse and husky:
"My father and I are... different."

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

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

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

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

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

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

She had never agreed with what her father had done, and had even openly opposed him in the media and criticized his policies. However, now she was being used as a bargaining chip by her father and a tool for Mikhail's revenge.

"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 the corners of his mouth:
"You'll find out, soon enough."

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

A few minutes later.

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 steps were in unison, their black combat uniforms fit tightly to their bodies, and their eyes under their helmets were as sharp as eagles.

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

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

When Lydia saw that figure, her breathing suddenly stopped.

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

The man standing before her was her father, Adelaide Kurd, but he looked so strange.

The man who used to be fat, rosy-cheeked and full of vigor has now become so miserable.

His face was pale, his eyes were sunken, and his look showed extreme fatigue.

His originally neat collar was now disheveled, and his coat was full of wrinkles, as if it could no longer support his once indomitable image.

Mikhail looked at Adelaide Kurd in front of him, the man who used to be as fat as a pig and arrogant, but now he was in a miserable state, like a dying corpse.

"Hahaha--"

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

"Kurd, you stupid pig have come to this day!"

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 manipulating those poor infected people, exploiting them and depriving them of their dignity!

But now? Look at you, Kurd!

What is the difference between you and the infected you trampled on?
You are no longer the greedy boar with fat ears, you are just a poor wretch, a fool who is about to lose everything! "

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

"You once thought 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, your wealth, these can't save you. Your daughter, or yourself, have to bear all this in my hands. "

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

The once fierce and perverse eyes now only had pleading and pain, "I... I can give up everything... 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... just ask you to let Lydia go..."

There was an extreme humility and despair in his voice, and even his words were accompanied by heavy breaths.

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

"Your life?"

He raised his brow sarcastically.

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

I am different from you, I am the judge.

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

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

Lydia was tied up with 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 were staring blankly at everything in front of her.

The world in my eyes becomes blurry and unreal.

Is this really her...father?

The Adelaide Kurd, who once looked high and mighty with a cold gaze, now curled up on the ground like a crushed insect.

Lydia couldn't connect the embarrassed, humble man in front of her with the authoritative and irresistible father in her memory.

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

The feeling of strangeness and disbelief flooded her heart like a flood. Her fingers weakly grasped the chains, trying to grab onto something real to wake herself up.

But the scene before her left her with nowhere to escape - her father, kneeling on the ground, begging Mikhail without any dignity.

Something blocked her thoughts and pain. With her tear glands blurred, 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 abdomen.

"idiot!"

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

Kurd had no time to react. His body curled up like a shrimp under Mikhail's attack. He fell to the ground in an instant, spitting out bitter juice, his face pale.

The severe pain made his whole body tremble, like a helpless insect that was crushed.

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

"Stop! Stop it all!"

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

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

However, Mikhail sneered and was completely unmoved.

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

The bone broke instantly, making a horrifying "crack" sound, and blood spurted out.

Along with the sound of flesh and blood exploding, Kurd let out a heart-wrenching cry of pain.

"what------"

Mikhail stood in front of Kurd, sneering, his eyes as sharp as a knife, without any mercy.

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

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

The leader of the Liberation Hoofbeats spoke in a low voice, full of extreme sarcasm.

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

He gently raised the dagger in his hand, and the blade shone coldly in the dim light.

"Millie Anderson," Mikhail's cold voice echoed in the warehouse, "a girl, an infected person. She used to be an ordinary worker, living a hard but peaceful life. Until your rangers, with your orders, forcibly took 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 brought her to your private villa to be your plaything."

Mikhail's voice gradually became low 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 couldn't bear the pain anymore and ended her life with a rope."

"She was only 18 when she died!"

Kurd's face was pale, beads of cold sweat were dripping from his forehead, and his lips were trembling slightly.

He knew that every word Mikhail said was true and there was no way to argue with it.

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

“Oh, this is just the beginning.”

The leader of the Liberated Hoofbeats sneered and continued, his voice mixed with a hiss like a venomous snake.

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

"Those short-sighted beasts like you are just like you, using violence, foul language, gossip, bullying... and using beastly prejudices to destroy their entire lives."

Mikhail approached slowly, his eyes full of oppression.

"Do you know what happened to them in the end? To escape the violence and isolation of those beasts, they chose to commit suicide together by jumping off the cliff at the junction."

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

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

Ironically, this greater evil did not arise out of thin air.

It was he who had created it all by himself, and now this evil karma had turned into a sharp blade, threatening everything he had.

His former arrogance, coldness and ruthlessness are now coming back upon him in the cruelest way.

"And then there's slave smuggling," Mikhail's tone became even colder.

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

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

"And those opponents you persecuted! You sent the Rangers to kidnap them, make them disappear, and dump their bodies into the rifts in the borderland. Did you think no one would notice? Did you think you could control this forever?"

"You have monopolized the logistics system at the junction."

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

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

"You are a complete monster, a beast without humanity."

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 could not utter a complete sound.

Lydia stared at all this in a daze. There seemed to be some sound in her mind that was gradually becoming harsher and lingering like tinnitus.

The image of her father, who once left her speechless, now gradually overlapped with the ugly, disgusting monster before her.

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

A sense of separation as if from another world occupied Lydia's heart. All the pride, hatred, doubt and pain mixed together like a tangled chaos.

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

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

He looked at the man who had once been so high and mighty, now lying on the ground like a dying dog, his face covered in blood and a painful expression.

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 fantasized about this day countless times, but when it finally came, he was not in a hurry to let Kurd die.

On the contrary, he wanted to make the other person feel more pain, and the longer the torture lasted, the better.

Cut him into pieces, each piece retaining enough consciousness to allow every part of his body to feel 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 thing he cares about most lose little by little until he completely collapses.

He could torture Kurd's daughter, slowly, tormenting Kurd's soul with every scream she made.

Thinking of this, Mikhail felt his heart beating faster, and hatred burning every nerve in his body like a raging fire.

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

Once a passionate revolutionary, he fought unwaveringly for the freedom and justice of the infected.

But now, his eyes were filled with creepy cruelty and twisted pleasure.

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

Mikhail looked like he had forgotten why he was fighting, and all he had left was a crazy desire for revenge.

As Mikhail was lost in these dark thoughts, Kurd's frail body suddenly twitched.

He raised his lowered head slightly, and a smile appeared at the corner of his blood-stained mouth.

Mikhail frowned, sensing that something was wrong.

Two poker cards with strange golden light appeared on Kurd's chest. The surface of the poker cards was flickering with a faint light, and they were [Heart-1] and [Heart-J].

The pattern on [Red Heart-1] is an illusory tiger with strange bubbles coming out of its nostrils. These bubbles are constantly spinning in the air. Inside the bubbles are magical creatures that are like slot machines, tempting people's hearts and minds.

And [Heart-J] is a mighty knight wearing armor with a red heart symbol. The design of silver and red interweaves and shines with a cold luster.

The playing cards emitted a dazzling light that instantly enveloped the entire warehouse area. The members of Liberation Hoof Sound all had dazed expressions on their faces and fell into a brief trance.

There was a momentary blank in Mikhail's mind. The surging hatred and pleasure were covered by a layer of mist, and his consciousness began to blur.

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

The sharp knight's sword easily cut through the chains that bound Lydia.

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

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

[The Eight-Legged Horse] raised its hoof lightly, and Kurd's chest exploded, blood splattered everywhere, and his body fell to the ground like a broken rag doll.

The rangers around who were about to take action also exploded into blood foam in an instant.

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

The dagger cut through the air and headed straight for 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 sound of metal collision echoed in the warehouse area, a glow flashed, and a spear suddenly shot out, accurately knocking Mikhail's dagger away.

The spear was firmly inserted into the ground, the spear body trembling slightly, and the tail of the spear was just blocking the fallen Kurd and Lydia, like an inviolable barrier.

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

She was wearing medieval-style armor that was specially designed with smooth and elegant lines. It retained the sense of combat power while highlighting her femininity and toughness.

Her dark ponytail was tied up high, swaying gently with her steps, and her whole body exuded a calm and resolute aura.

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

Behind Sophia, her avatar is suspended.

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

[Solomon's Seventy-Two Demons - Eliger]

Sofia gripped her 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 filled with endless mockery and anger. His expression was ferocious, and anger like a trapped beast surged in his heart.

"Finish?"

He shook his head slowly, a mad light flashing in his eyes, "Don't pretend to be righteous here, but you obviously knew I would kill this beast, you just didn't want to dirty your hands."

Sophia did not respond to his provocation. She swept her eyes coldly across the chaos before her. She took a deep breath, raised her spear, and with her usual firm expression, she began to chant in a low voice:

“Human nature tends either toward herbs or weeds.

Therefore, water the herbs and remove the weeds at the right 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 a complicated sigh.

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

“If anyone harms someone else, you must give life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot.”

"Hahaha, Sophia, you admitted it too. That beast deserves to die! But the current situation is a bargain for him. I wanted to continue to torture him and let him taste more pain, but what happened?"

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

Lydia knelt on the ground, hugging her father tightly. Her body was stiff, and she seemed to be in a nightmare.

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

She had never wanted to escape from reality so much, but she was powerless.

Her father's faint breathing gradually faded into inaudible sounds. She lowered her head and saw Adelaide Kurd's face covered in blood and pain.

His eyes were dazed, filled with fear and regret, and his hands reached out to her with trembling hands, as if trying to grasp the last bit of her warmth.

"Lydia..."

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

His hand covered his daughter's face, and his blood-stained fingers stroked her forehead, as if he wanted to feel his daughter's breath more. Finally, his bloody hand dropped weakly, and his life ended.

"woo woo woo woo--"

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

She looked at the scene before her, her heart filled with unprecedented pain and conflict.

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

A ripple flashed in the warehouse, and the bodies of Lydia and her deceased father suddenly disappeared from the spot, transferred to another space by the power of the playing cards, and escaped from this chaotic life and death battle.

The members of the Liberation Hoofbeats around didn't pay much attention to this, their attention was focused on Sophia.

Mikhail stared at her coldly with a gloomy smile on his face and a murderous look in his eyes.

"Sophia, you're 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 didn't say anything extra. Her eyes turned ice-cold in an instant, and the spear in her hand flashed with a cold light.

The atmosphere between the two sides suddenly became tense.

Without any verbal communication, the two looked at each other for a moment, and then launched a fierce attack almost at the same moment.

Sophia raised her spear, the tip of the spear emitted a dazzling glow, and she stabbed it directly at Mikhail's heart, the cold light cutting through the air.

Mikhail swung his alienated arms and fought back with the power of horse hooves. The huge force collided in the air, causing a deafening metal collision sound.

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

A life-and-death battle has begun. The warehouse is filled with the sound of hooves and gunfire, and sparks are flying.

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02: 20 PM.
The second dock at Haze Wharf.

The sky was dark, and fog covered the entire pier like a thick curtain.

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

The skyline was blurred, and water vapor and smoke were rolling on the water, like a broken gray painting.

At the dock, a huge crane stood quietly, with worn cargo net bags hanging on its rusty steel arms, making a harsh squeak.

They are like dying monsters, guarding this desolate land.

At the other end, an abandoned oil tanker was quietly moored on the shore, its surface mottled and oil stains covering every corner of it, as if it had been abandoned by time.

At the edge of this gloomy dock, three people stood in the smoke, and the atmosphere was filled with a cold and weird feeling.

One of the girls with green hair was biting a bubble gum and blowing out a pink bubble.

Her green hair and nose stud gleamed in the dim light, and there was a small skull hanging on her earring, which stood out against her revealing clothes.

Theresa raised her eyebrows slightly and asked the drow elf Irma Glazer: "Can we start the ritual to summon Rose?"

The tone was casual and provocative.

Irma Glazer - her dark skin glowed slightly in the dim light, and her noble and cold face was full of displeasure.

She turned her head slightly, stared at Lisia coldly, and scolded:
"Don't address the Spider Mother by her name!"

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

She shrugged disapprovingly and quickly hid behind Charlotte Corday.

Charlotte was wearing a well-tailored men's suit, and her cool, sly eyes were reproachful.

She tapped Licia's forehead gently, her tone neither hot nor cold.

"Don't give me any trouble."

Then she turned to Glazer:
"Can we start now? According to the time, the ceremony should be ready."

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

The drow elf Glazer's expression remained solemn, and her eyes revealed a hint of doubt and uneasiness.

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

Her voice was low and a little confused. "Mikhail's corruption should have been complete. He should have been twisted into what I need."

Charlotte frowned.

"The longer the night, the more trouble you have, Glazer. The last step is just a precautionary measure. If the conditions are met, we should immediately summon the Kingdom of God.

As long as the Kingdom of God descends, even if the Lord of the Abyss from Hell's Kitchen comes in person, he will not be able to stop the great Kingdom of God from shining its divine light on this land."

Glazer stared at Charlotte, and after a few seconds of silence, he finally nodded, as if he accepted the other party's opinion.

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

Her voice regained its calmness and determination, and she turned around, ready to begin the summoning ritual.

"Then let's get started right away."

Irma Glazer walked towards the center of the warehouse hidden in the fog. Her dark drow skin looked even more eerie in the dim candlelight.

She wore a black robe, symbolizing the Spider Mother's teachings, with silver runes glowing faintly from the robe.

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

The symbol of the Spider Mother hung high above the altar, with a dark red light seeping from it, like an omen of death.

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

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

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

She slowly raised the dagger, her eyes filled with fanaticism and piety.

"The great spider mother Rose."

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

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

She chanted the Spider Mother's name in a low voice. The sound seemed to come from the depths of hell, with some strange rhythm, impacting the surrounding space in waves.

Every word of the chant is like Rose's thread, drawing the real world closer to the Kingdom of God step by step.

In the center of the altar, a statue of an "eight-legged horse" stands proudly.

This is a horse that seems to be made of a mixture 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 were pressed against the ground, ready to crush the entire space at any time.

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

Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she whispered:

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

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

The air pressure suddenly increased, and an invisible hand tightly grasped everyone's heart, making them feel unable to breathe.

The flickering flames were like candlelight that was about to be blown out, but there seemed to be an invisible force moving between them, pulling at some invisible existence.

Then, Irma unfolded a roll of silvery spider web.

Each thread was like a tentacle of Lolth, slowly wrapping around the runes of the eight-legged horse.

As she tied the thread, the light of each rune grew stronger, and the forces of hatred, pain, and betrayal were woven into this spider web.

Irma's chanting gradually became louder, and as she became more 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 glowed with a strange red light under her control.

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

The altar was shaking violently, and the runes on the ground were making 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.

Mikhail's life is reflected inside the crystal ball, his ideals, betrayal, hatred, and all the pain emerges 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. 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 vibrate violently, dark red light poured out from the spider web, and the entire warehouse was torn apart at this moment.

The Spider Mother's whispers rang out, and Her 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 foolish will become my nourishment——]

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02: 45 PM.
Click click click click——

Click, click, click————

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

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

An ominous purple light flickered at the edge of the crack, foreshadowing the arrival of some unpredictable force.

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

In the sky, the crystal wall shattered like a broken mirror, and the breath of the dark abyss poured out from the cracks.

The dark aura, carrying suffocating malice, poured onto the earth like a tide, instantly eroding the surrounding space.

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

Every flicker of the spider 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 smell of corruption that was suffocating.

Fragments of the [Spider Web City] slowly squeezed out from the cracks, like a dark giant that was forcibly dragged into reality.

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

The surface of the fragments was wrapped with thick spider webs. These spider webs seemed to have life, sometimes expanding and sometimes contracting, as if they were swallowing up the surrounding space.

Scarlet eyes could be vaguely seen peeking out from the gaps in the spider web, like countless malicious gazes staring at the mortal world with anxiety and fanatical desire.

As the fragments slowly descended, the surrounding space began to distort, and the ground gradually cracked as if it was eroded by invisible dark tentacles.

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

The spider web spread rapidly, crawling along the ground like a living thing, and whatever it touched was instantly devoured.

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

A huge dark vortex slowly rotates in the projection center of [Spider Web City]. The center of darkness seems to lead directly to the kingdom of Spider Mother Rose. The endless abyss emerges through the cracks, filled with the breath of betrayal, conspiracy and eternal darkness.

Rose's projection gradually emerged in the center of the vortex. The image of a huge spider was looming, and the spider web automatically pieced together her statue in the air.

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

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

The ground below the vortex continued to crack, revealing an unfathomable dark rift. That was the passage connecting to the Kingdom of Rose, 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 silently sucked dry and turned into dust.

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

Before He could finish His words, He suddenly paused.

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 of the advent of the Kingdom of God, on top of the dilapidated crane at the corner of the dock, the fourth sword-bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven stood like a solitary hunter.

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

His short blond hair fluttered slightly in the wind. His black top hat pressed down on his brows, and his left hand gently pressed down the brim of the hat to prevent it from being blown away by the strong wind.

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

Just as the kingdom of God emerged from the cracks, the Damocles space-based strike platform hanging high in the sky had quietly started up.

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

The size of Damocles is extremely grand, and its design is like a mobile space fortress.

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

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

A huge pillar stands in the center of the platform. A flickering red light can be vaguely seen on the top of the pillar. It is the [Returning 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 into the core engine, providing the platform with endless power.

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

Those metal structures emitted low roars in the distortion of space. A huge ancient musical instrument was playing the music of fate.

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

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

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

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

A dazzling smile appeared on the lips of the fourth sword-wielder in the Kingdom of Heaven.

He said:
"Welcome to Terra, Rose."

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