Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 719 Dark Lord Turmoil IV
9:35AM.
12 Iris Street, Block 36, West Commercial District, Gray Harbor Town.

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

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

At 12 Iris Street in the 36th district, a three-story modern building stands beside the street.

The exterior walls of the building are paved with light grey stone, and large floor-to-ceiling glass windows reflect the lights on the street. The overall style is simple and elegant, exuding a cool and fashionable atmosphere.

The flat roof design looks smart and neat, and the terrace is dotted with a few evergreen trees and exotic flowers, which emit a faint glow in the night, adding a touch of vitality.

buzzing-

On this bustling street, there was a sudden slight fluctuation in the air, as if some force was controlling the space invisibly.

In a place that people cannot see, a hidden [∞] symbol flashes briefly in the air. As the symbol appears, the space ripples like the surface of a lake that is gently stirred.

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

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

Although everything around him seemed calm as usual, Xia Xiu could sense that the disturbed ARad field in front of him was extremely sticky.

He frowned slightly, and his golden eyes began to be covered with pure white. His eyes became as pure as fresh snow. The pupils in the center of his eyeballs were also white, without any other colors, giving people a feeling of being otherworldly.

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

"Abnormal twisted characteristics, quasi-divine magic... There is a thaumaturge of the abnormal spectrum here. According to the latest paper journals of Terra's academic circles, it can be defined as an abnormal green or black individual."

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

In his eyes, the barrier appeared as a series of complex waveforms that kept changing, like some kind of living entity.

Sometimes they twist slowly, sometimes they beat violently. On the surface they seem calm, but every tiny fluctuation contains tremendous power.

These waveforms are not only complex and changeable, but the local fluctuations are extremely violent, like ferocious beasts ready to strike back at any time, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Xia Xiu's eyes swept over these fluctuations, and his mind quickly analyzed the characteristics and strength of the barrier. Its power source was very ancient, and contained a strong divine aura, which was completely different from ordinary magic.

He had learned when he was studying at the Luyuan that EVE particles were a source of energy similar to electricity or ATP, and that thaumaturgy (or magic) required this energy to be performed.

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

EVE particles manifest themselves through properties similar to those of sound waves, including frequency (indicating the density of energy) and loudness (indicating the intensity of energy).

Each type of EVE particle has a different waveform, which determines a different type of thaumaturgical effect.

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

Abnormal spellcasters, taking Xia Xiu's Sarkic lineage as an example, need to absorb EVE particles into their body, convert them into their own unique "characteristic" energy, and then cast spells.

The thaumaturgical effects are related to their personal characteristics and can affect reality through the EVE particles in their bodies.

The normal spectrum does not absorb EVE particles into their bodies. They directly use their abilities to manipulate external EVE particles to distort reality.

They don't need to convert EVE particles into personal traits like the Alien does.

This means that the radiation of the abnormal magician comes from inside the body. Every time they cast a spell, a huge amount of EVE particles pass through them and then cast the spell through their body.

Normal radiation is more like surrounding itself rather than emitting from the body, and the color and path are also quite different from those of the abnormal. When the normal spectrum distorts reality, no EVE particles will pass through its body.

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

Similarly, when the Anomaly senses EVE particles and directs them into itself, it converts them into EVE particles with its own "characteristics" and casts spells.

The normal state is to use one's own abilities to guide EVE particles to directly interfere with the world, which is "distortion".

It is very interesting that the normal state can only manipulate "primordial particles", while the abnormal state can sometimes manipulate the "information authority" that only the "Crown" can access.

Terran academia now divides thaumaturges (not by lineage) into three types:
If an individual can change things at will, based entirely on its subjective ideas, then it is probably an abnormal thaumaturge/divine thaumaturge/reality warper, and they are called - Green Type.

If he needs to chant some spells, use charms, thaumaturgical circuits, or magic circles to create abnormal distortions, then he is probably a normal thaumaturge, who is called a Type Blue.

Of course, some individuals sign contracts with some legendary powerful beings, or are its offspring/hybrids, or simply they themselves are the legendary powerful apex-type multifunctional entities. These are directly classified as Black Type.

According to the New Age classification, most of the Sarkic warlocks are typical black types.

Just one [Flesh Shaping Technique], but with many manifestations.

Even the same Sarkic magic will undergo slight changes when it is transformed into its own "characteristics".

This change has both good and bad sides, and the changes in the Sarkic spectrum are controlled within a stable threshold by Ion because he sets up a spectrum as another set of electrical appliances.

The same is true for most of the abnormal lineages that believe in gods. They use the lineage as another set of "electrical appliances" to stabilize the distortion, but this only reduces the possibility of distortion.

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

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

Take the four major sects of the old Sarkic religion as an example. Every year during the [Divine Communion Ceremony], many people are directly devoured by Him, and many of those who survive become insane, or directly descend into the world with a little bit of His flesh and blood, becoming deformed monsters...

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

Later, he became the fourth sword bearer in Heaven. He also took some time to look through the database and found that the place had been "visited" by people from the Inquisition.

It is the local containment room under the jurisdiction of 0-13. It was also the historical site where the previous resolution meeting was held, where the demon kings once created the [Pandora's Box].

[Pandora's Box], the weaponization of anomalies.

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

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

The members of the Resolution Assembly have [Secret Jurisdiction], which is one of the restrictions that the Resolution Assembly imposes on Eden and even [Yahweh]. During the term of office of the Resolution Assembly members, Eden has no right to read or interfere with any content encrypted by [Secret Jurisdiction].

The use of [Secret Jurisdiction] is also very idealistic. One only needs to swear to the Ethics Committee of Heaven, the Three Holy Books, Eden, [Yahweh] and other beings that the jurisdiction is true to the original intention of angels, live up to the glory of Heaven and the mission of angels, plan for utopianism, design for the welfare of all mankind, and exist for the overall interests of mankind...

There are thirteen questions in total. All institutions and systems in the Kingdom of Heaven must undergo certification, and encryption can be achieved if six of them are met.

This is one of the rights of the meeting of the thirteen overseers of the world known to the world.

Once upon a time, the demon kings created Pandora's Box, and all the demon kings believed that it was the most wonderful gift for heaven and even for all mankind. Later, the box went out of control, and all the angels took over, and the era of the demon kings ended.

A new generation of assembly members took over.

The Ethics Committee's powers were increased at that time, granting it access to 5% of the contents of [Secret Jurisdiction].

If the current resolution meeting has not been dissolved, the [secret jurisdiction] of the current meeting will remain confidential, and Eden will not be able to obtain the encrypted content of any member of the parliament; if the current parliament is dissolved, the content of the jurisdiction will be forced to be announced and reviewed by the Ethics Committee, the Tribunal, and Eden.

Seventy-two hours after the crisis caused by 0-13, the power of the Ethics Committee was further strengthened, and it was granted access to 10% of the contents of [Secret Jurisdiction], and successfully increased the thirteen questions to seventeen. Members must meet seven or more of them in order to encrypt.

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

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

There was no doubt that the abnormal species he encountered were believers of a certain god.

I just don't know what kind of god they are believers of.

Stars, Terra's native living gods, Chaos gods, gods of faith, or other information gods...

Xia Xiu rubbed his chin with his empty left hand as he thought in his mind, while a powerful figure emerged from behind him, as if born from the void.

It was a golden and purple incarnation, majestic and powerful.

The incarnation is tall, his muscles are perfectly presented like a sculpture, and his whole temperament is full of oppression.

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

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

Intense energy fluctuations flashed on the surface of the drill, as if they could penetrate all obstacles.

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

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

The fist never touched the door in front of the building, but hit directly into the seemingly empty air.

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

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

The rune tried to bounce back Sisyphus' attack, but the power of the vector drill was too strong. It hit the magic circle directly with overwhelming momentum.

"boom--"

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

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

The barrier was completely destroyed in an instant, turning into nothingness.

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

Xia Xiu pushed open the door and walked in.

The fog began to spread.

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

The building has a modern exterior, but the interiors and decorations are extremely strange.

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

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

The walls were covered with fabrics densely covered with ancient runes. The runes were winding like snakes, entwined in the depths of the shadows, spying on everyone who entered.

The fabric swayed gently with the flow of air, as if the runes were still alive, waiting for an opportunity to revive.

The only light in the room came from an old copper oil lamp, which flickered weakly and emitted a dim orange glow.

The light cast distorted shadows on the floor, and as the flames danced, the shapes of the shadows kept changing, as if some unknown creature was slowly crawling on the ground, with an unsettling sense of dynamics.

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

The liquid in the bowl emitted a faint red light, which was strange and frightening, like a pair of eyes in the darkness, staring coldly at those who entered.

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

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

Next to the bowl, a few tattered ancient books were spread out casually, looking very worn out.

The edges of the pages are curled, the color of the paper has turned yellow and moldy, and the erosion of moisture and time has made the text blurred.

Those words meandered like snakes, and they didn't seem to be human language. Instead, they were some ancient and mysterious symbols, faintly revealing a strange power.

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

The bookshelves around it reached up to the ceiling, and there was a smell of dampness and decay in the air.

The bookshelves were filled with musty scrolls and books, each with mysterious inscriptions that flowed across the pages, the books still alive, containing some kind of knowledge waiting to be unlocked.

The bookshelves were covered with spider webs, and the spider silk sparkled silvery in the dim light.

"The style of painting here is different from that outside." Xia Xiu murmured in his heart.

Then, his eyes were drawn to a diary in front of him.

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

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

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

"Bronze Forging Diary"