Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 764: Strange Existence
When Xia Xiu arrived at the gate of an underground palace, the gate in front of him was a 15-meter-high bronze door with a bronze painting carved on it.

Xia Xiu stood in front of the towering bronze gate, his face calm but his eyes deep.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes attracted by the strange bronze mural. This is a work with great visual impact, depicting a city with non-Euclidean geometric structure - a group of upside-down and disordered buildings, some of which seemed to have lost the restraint of gravity, hanging upside down in the sky, and some overlapping like a maze.

Residents walk along seemingly illogical paths, stairs, walls, and even ceilings, all unconstrained by the normal rules of physics.

The city sky was painted a strong yellow, as if indicating a strange uneasiness.

There were multiple black objects floating in the sky, arranged in such a way that they formed an unrecognizable constellation.

Each celestial body is like an extremely deep eye, gazing at the world outside the painting, giving people an eerie feeling of being watched.

The residents in the murals are portrayed as humanoids wearing ornate masks, wearing complicated ball costumes, and holding various strange weapons.

The human figures’ outlines and details are portrayed with extraordinary refinement, and the combination of gorgeous costumes and exotic weapons creates an atmosphere that is both elegant and dangerous.

The most eye-catching thing is the four huge masked people in the mural.

They are tall and almost occupy the center of the picture, wearing black, white, yellow and red masks respectively.

There were no eye holes on their masks, only twisted curves and strange patterns.

Four people stand quietly in the painting, separated from each other, yet forming a kind of indescribable sense of balance.

The main colors of the entire mural are also composed of only these four colors - black, white, yellow and red.

The strong contrast of colors gives people a sense of abrupt harmony, which seems to hide some philosophical hints about order and chaos.

At the bottom of the mural, on the edge of the bronze door, there is a text engraved:

"Alagadda: Hall of Impermanent Virtue"

Xia Xiu's gaze lingered on the ancient text for a moment, his lips slightly parted, and he whispered in a tone that was completely different from the Terran language of the modern world:

"Alagadda, Hall of Impermanent Virtue..."

His words flowed with an ancient and deep rhythm. This was no ordinary language, but the Old Daevite language that he had taken as an elective at Deer Academy.

The scenery engraved and depicted on the mural in front of you is exactly the disappeared capital of the Daeva - [Alagadda].

Xia Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of suspicion and vigilance flashing through his mind.

The city in front of them, as a relic of a prehistoric civilization, should not have any connection with the Daevite Empire.

Odepapadopolis existed long before the height of the Daevite Empire.

But why is there ancient Daevite language engraved in this building?

Why did the Daeva creations stay in Odepapadopoulos?

what does this mean?
In his mind he quickly pieced together Seth's remarks.

"Set..."

Xia Xiu murmured softly, with a certain uncertainty and suspicion in his tone.

"The so-called deep sleep...may not be so thorough."

However, just as he was thinking, the bronze door made a low roar, and then slowly opened without any touch.

The heavy door rubbed against the ground, making a sharp and piercing sound, and as the door was fully opened, Xia Xiu instantly felt an oppressive energy wave coming towards him.

The next second, a deafening dragon roar filled the entire space.

"Roar------"

"Roar------"

"Roar------"

Countless violent breaths gushed out from behind the door—blazing flames, dazzling lightning, corrosive acid, and biting ice.

These dragon breath attacks were so dense that they filled the entire field of vision like a rushing torrent, leaving no gaps.

The space in front of him was completely torn apart, eroded, and frozen by various elemental forces, as if a disaster from another world was descending with a devastating effect.

However, in this overwhelming storm of destruction, the blond young man remained motionless, as calm as if he was not involved.

Vashak behind him slowly emerged from the void, transforming into a purple-gold shadow. He raised his index finger slightly and pointed at the chaos in front of him.

"Buzz——"

Time stopped.

The gray-white still world instantly covered everything. Countless ferocious breaths hovered in the air, turning into solidified flames, still electric arcs, stagnant acid, and frozen ice crystals. The scene was like a still battlefield painting.

Xia Xiu raised his head slightly, his eyes calmly penetrating the still storm of destruction before him.

He looked forward, and the scene inside the palace gradually became clear.

It was a gorgeous yet oppressive space. The palace had a towering dome, decorated with exquisite pointed arches and flying buttresses. The patterns and carvings on the walls displayed a mysterious ancient imagery.

However, at this moment, this complex building has been occupied by a group of strange beings.

Dozens of giant dragons of different sizes are scattered throughout the palace, forming a clearly layered barrier.

Their postures are full of majesty, but their size appears particularly strange - each dragon is only 1 to 2 meters long, like some kind of "miniaturized" product.

Despite this, their breath should not be underestimated, and the still air is still filled with a dangerous heat and murderous intent.

In front of the palace is the territory of bronze dragons.

It was suspended in mid-air, its scales gleaming a smooth copper color with slightly green edges, and two short curved horns were set on its head like a crown.

There was a cunning and ferocious light in its eyes, and its sharp teeth were slightly exposed, showing its undisguised murderous intent.

Behind the copper dragon was a dense group of bronze dragons and brass dragons. The number of these dragons occupied three quarters of the entire hall, and they exuded a strong elemental aura.

The most dazzling thing is the small group of golden and silver dragons located in the center of the venue.

Their scales emit a dazzling metallic luster, and even though they are small in size, it is difficult to conceal their nobility and power.

Although these "mini dragons" are small, the breath they exert is comparable to that of an adult dragon.

Xia Xiu walked slowly in the world where time stopped, bypassing the dragon's breath light hovering in the air, as if walking between the scythes of the god of death.

As he walked, Metatron appeared behind him.

The figure of the six-winged angel was like a burning god of war, holding a huge flaming sword in both hands.

The flame on the sword has now been covered by [Solar Element·Eternal Fire], and the original [Vacuum Barrier] has been revoked, replaced by a blazing sword edge.

hum-

The wings of light particles vibrated, and the six-winged angel emitted a radiance that was difficult to look at directly.

Without hesitation, it transformed into a brilliant arc of light particles and rushed forward.

Time barely passed in the gray and still world, and Metatron was already shuttling between all the dragons. The Seraphim's movements were precise and swift, and with each swing of the sword, the flaming giant sword, with the burning effect of the [Eternal Fire], directly slashed at the "Mini Dragon".

Wherever the sword passed, flames instantly ignited the dragon scales, and the flames spread rapidly, turning these dragons into a burning sea of ​​​​fire.

In less than five seconds, [Metatron] had circled the entire venue.

Each of his attacks hit the target accurately, and no "mini dragon" could escape.

The dragon's breath that was stagnant in mid-air seemed meaningless at this moment, and the six-winged angel completed his art of fighting.

"Buzz——"

When the flow of time is released again, the gray world gradually fades away and the real scene re-emerges.

The moment time resumed flowing, the breath attack that was originally hovering in the air continued to rush forward without stopping.

Fire, lightning, acid, ice—these four completely different destructive forces penetrated the area behind Xia Xiu in a fiery manner, interweaving into a disordered and violent explosion.

The fire breath exploded first, and the blazing flames raged on the ground, spreading rapidly along the stone texture, turning a large area into a sea of ​​fire in an instant.

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This was followed by three other breaths.

boom-----

boom-----

boom-----

The power of the four breaths came together to form an explosion that swept everything.

The air was torn apart by the huge impact force, making a sharp whistle. The aftermath of the explosion spread in all directions, completely overturning the surrounding furnishings.

The huge air waves hit the surrounding walls, forcing the spires and buttresses in the palace to tremble disturbingly, and rubble and debris fell like a rainstorm.

Xia Xiu stood in the center of the venue, not moving at all.

All the breath flowed around him, but could not touch him at all.

[Metatron] hovered quietly behind Xia Xiu, the flames on the six-winged angel's two swords trembled slightly, emitting a burning residual heat.

The scene in the center of the venue suddenly changed. The stagnant storm of destruction dissipated, and was replaced by an eerie silence, followed by a disgusting scene of slaughter.

The mini dragons that were chopped by the six-winged angels had different sizes but all showed signs of being cut.

At first, their bodies gushed out blood like normal creatures, and the red blood mixed with internal organ fragments spilled uncontrollably on the ground and walls of the palace.

The bloody smell instantly spread, dyeing the intricate and gorgeous decorations red.

However, this bloody scene did not last long.

After just a few seconds, a strange change began.

The gushing blood and organs were twisted and mutated under the burning flames.

The dragon's ruptured internal organs and blood vessels quickly collapsed and faded, and they were reshaped in the air by some unknown rules.

Their organs gradually became smooth and rigid, and finally transformed into origami.

Yes, flesh and blood turned into origami.

The red blood coagulated into crimson paper, which squirmed and transformed into the form of a folded dragon.

The livers and hearts that protruded from the cracks gradually collapsed into smooth paper-like objects, and eventually turned into small origami dragons.

The origami dragons struggled to flap their paper wings, but were unable to escape the burning flames. Their "bodies" were quickly ignited, and their paper wings and scales curled up in the flames and turned to ashes.

The sound of explosions and flames behind him echoed in the air, as if opening the prelude to destruction for the deathly silence in the palace.

However, Xia Xiu, who was standing in the middle of the burning origami wreckage, was not affected by the noise.

He took off his hat, shook it gently, and bent down slightly to shake off the charcoal dust on the brim.

Then he stood up straight, his golden eyes flickering in the slightly jumping firelight, his gaze was calm yet with an indescribable sharpness.

Spiritual fluctuations spread from his body. That was the power of the [Crown], carrying some kind of irresistible pressure, surging into the entire palace like a tide.

The spiritual exploration quickly penetrated the layers of barriers, like a pair of invisible hands, carefully caressing every piece of air and shadow, trying to capture some specific abnormal information.

However, when the spirituality spread to a certain range, it suddenly seemed to hit an invisible wall.

His spiritual fluctuations were disturbed. It was a strange distorted force field, as if this space was artificially twisted into irregular ripples, swallowing up and tampering with spiritual information.

Xia Xiu looked in the direction of the force field fluctuations, his brows slightly furrowed.

In the deepest part of the palace, in a dark corner, something made a slight rolling sound.

At first, it was a small, blurry shadow rolling out of the darkness.

Then, came the second, the third... and then more and more, almost pouring out like a tide.

As those things were gradually exposed to the residual light of the fire, Xia Xiu saw their appearance clearly - they were a group of strange and absurd creatures.

They have bright yellow skin, cylindrical bodies that look like an enlarged pill, and are short, fat and well-proportioned, no more than three apples tall.

The head is almost integrated with the body, with no discernible neck.

The eyes can be single or binocular, and are positioned in an exaggerated manner, occupying half of the face. They blink with a kind of mechanical precision.

Around their necks and heads hung strange metal coils that emitted a faint light.

These guys are not wearing any clothes, but they don't look shy. Instead, they look like innocent children with rich and exaggerated expressions.

The pill-shaped bodies rolled around and crowded together, looking very strange.

The moment they saw Xia Xiu, the group of little creatures almost uttered a sharp and rapid sound in unison:

"Bello! Bananaaaa!"

“Papaya tututu!”

“Boopiki lala zuzu.”

"Kapow kapow! Woo lala taka!"

The sound was noisy but rhythmic, like some strange language, or like a group of out-of-control toys yelling randomly.

Their expressions changed exaggeratedly, and they surrounded Xia Xiu like dancing, their movements smooth as if they had been rehearsed countless times.

Xia Xiu did not respond immediately, but looked at these strange creatures calmly.

The golden light in his eyes flowed slightly, and his spirituality surged in his body, but it was made even more chaotic by the abnormal power of these little things.

His brows furrowed again, and there was a hint of thought in his tone:

"What are these things...?"