Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 766: Fighting at the Naga Summit

Above the ruins of Odepapadopoulos, the wind was blowing hard, and cold snow particles mixed with dust filled the air.

Xia Xiu stood in the center of the ruins, his figure looking slender and lonely among the messy broken walls.

The [Lever of Heaven] in his hand trembled slightly, and the silver-white metal surface still shone with dazzling luster.

The right hand holding the lever felt a slight numbness. The numbness was not strong, but it lasted.
He lowered his head to look at the tips of his shoes which were stained by the snow dust, but his eyes revealed a trace of indifference that had not dissipated.

Just as he gently adjusted the lever in his hand, a deafening dragon roar came from the other side.

Xia Xiu turned his head and saw the golden dragon covered in [Eternal Fire] struggling in pain on the ruins.

The golden dragon's body was engulfed in flames, and the flames jumped between the gaps in the dragon's scales, making a creepy hissing sound.

The flames devoured every inch of its muscle like a living thing, devouring its golden scales that exuded aristocratic majesty.

Despite this, the golden dragon never died or surrendered. It raised its proud head, twisted its huge body vigorously, and let out a long howl of anger and despair.

The sound was low and heavy, with the roar of burning flames, and it seemed to shake the entire ruins.

However, Jin Long's suffering did not arouse sympathy from those around him.

Those yellow pill-shaped minions were like a group of overexcited monsters. They jumped towards the golden dragon and made sharp and meaningless shouts in unison.

Their eyes gradually changed from pure brown to purple, as if a layer of liquid purple mist covered the surface of their eyes, revealing a creepy evil intent.

"Boopiki lala zuzu! Kapow kapow! Woo lala taka!"

They leaped and climbed around the golden dragon like a swarm of crazy insects crawling over their prey.

The metal collars around their necks flashed purple light, like a death warrant, forcing them to carry out a certain plan at all costs.

One of the minions was holding a device that made a mechanical hum, which was the core component of the [Hellfire Engine].

As it raised its arms excitedly, the complex and terrifying mechanical engine was stuffed into the golden dragon's body.

Click!Click!
A teeth-grinding mechanical biting sound echoed throughout the ruins, and soon afterwards, the golden dragon's body began to undergo drastic changes.

Under those twisted and burning dragon scales, mechanical parts seemed to be growing out of the body.

Dark red mechanical exoskeletons covered its body, with sharp edges and burning flames, making this golden dragon look like a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell.

Under the flying snow, the surface of the golden dragon glowed with a deep purple metallic luster. The mechanical exoskeleton covering it was like a sophisticated battle armor, interwoven with complex runes and flame suppression modules.

The eternally burning flame is compressed into the skeleton's power core, becoming an endless supply of engine fuel.

The Minions with purple light in their eyes continued to excitedly assemble more devices like busy craftsmen. They manipulated the metal parts flexibly with their hands and did not hesitate at all even in the high-speed movements of the golden dragon.

[Blueprint·Hell Armor-Dress! ]

[Blueprint: Hell Pain Mecha-Dress! ]

[Blueprint · Psychic Skeleton-Dress! ]

[Blueprint · Psychic Cannon-Dress! ]

As more and more mechanical structures appeared, the golden dragon's body began to expand strangely.

"Roar------"

The golden dragon roared, and its huge wings suddenly spread out, covering the sky and the sun.

In the flying snow, its figure seemed even larger. Its huge fifty-meter body suddenly soared into the air, and the air made a low whining sound due to the vibration of its wings.

The dragon scales reflected a cold metallic light, accompanied by the light of flames and runes, like a floating fortress.

The pair of eyes burning with rage stared directly in Xia Xiu's direction. The next second, it flapped its wings and flew towards its target. The air burned and twisted as it dived.

However, just as it was about to approach, the six-winged angel [Metatron] standing in the snow moved.

The angel's size seemed small in front of the golden dragon, but the blazing light it radiated was more dazzling than the golden dragon.

He held the two flaming swords combined into one in both hands, and the [Eternal Fire] attached to the blade was burning fiercely. As the sword was swung, it seemed that even the surrounding space was cut.

call out------

With a piercing roar, [Metatron] swept out at an astonishing speed, and the flaming sword cut through the air and hit the dragon's belly like a blazing meteor.

"boom--"

The golden dragon's huge body was directly cut off by this sword, and the huge metal bones made a sharp tearing sound.

Its body plowed a long scratch on the ground, and the snow and rocks were rolled into pieces.

The minions clung to the edges of the mechanical skeletons tightly, still making strange cries of joy:
"Boopiki lala!"

Their hands tightly grasped the fixed points, and no matter how the golden dragon rolled, they were firmly embedded in the gaps of the armor, and it was obvious that they had become one with the golden dragon.

When the golden dragon finally stopped rolling, it quickly adjusted its posture, slapped the ground with its wings, and raised countless gravel and flames.

It let out a deafening dragon roar, and spewed out a dragon breath mixed with runes and elements from its mouth. It was a devastating energy storm.

At the same time, a complex magic circle began to form around its body. The blizzard and flames intertwined into a huge energy vortex, rushing towards the direction of Metatron.

[Metatron] faced the dragon without fear.

His six wings vibrated, and the light particles turned into a pure energy flow surrounding his entire body.

He gripped the flaming sword tightly in both hands and chopped it from top to bottom. The sword light cut through the sky and directly hit the dragon's magic circle and breath.

The blazing flames and rune energy collided in the air, forming a huge shock wave, and the two continued to attack each other.

At the same time, Xia Xiu stood at the edge of the ruins, his expression calm, but his eyes were fixed on two objects in the sky - a book and a box.

The silver stick trembled slightly in his hand.

The top of the [Heavenly Lever] flashed with silver light and made a slight buzzing sound.

He used the physical control of the lever to gradually freeze the two objects that embodied the "will of the world."

The snowflakes in the sky seemed to be stagnant because of this power. The books and boxes slowly rose into the air under the influence of spiritual gravity, and they were surrounded by a constantly vibrating energy barrier.

However, just as Xia Xiu was about to lock on, the two objects seemed to sense the threat and began to tremble violently, trying to escape his control.

"It looks like you're ready to go to war, too."

Xia Xiu murmured softly, and the silver staff in his hand emitted an increasingly strong light.

The wind and snow swirled around him more and more rapidly, but his expression was as calm as ice.

"Then let it come."

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In the box garden world.

The silver-robed wizard and the sage stood in a storm-ravaged land, ready to fight the Fourth Sword Bearer of Heaven with all their might.

Samuel Kylasser's expression was extremely solemn. He turned to the silver-robed wizard and said:
“The yellow-colored villain you left behind and the giant dragon catalyzed by the power of the [Bahamut] ruins will not last long.

Now is the time to go all out and not hold back on any cards.

We must do everything we can to escape the Dark Lord."

Geoffrey de La held the magic wand in his hand, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, but his gaze was fixed on the constantly vibrating core of the box world.

He spoke in a low voice:
"The trump card in my hand is exactly all the metal dragons in this entire box world.

You should know that this world was originally one of the most famous relics of Farran, a relic discovered from deep outside the domain, belonging to the remains of the father of all dragons - the ancient dragon of origin.

Along with the ruins, fragments of the domain of [Platinum Dragon Bahamut] were also unearthed. "

His voice became deeper and deeper, with a hint of reluctance in his tone:

"I originally thought that these creations, combined with the power of the yellow-colored little man and the domain fragments, would be able to make Abraham suffer a little... But it seems that all this is not enough."

The silver-robed wizard raised his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and continued:

“Enough of the nonsense, get ready for all-out war.

You need to completely release the power that the Kailasel family has accumulated in the "Book of Sages" over the years, use it to shape the Crystal Wall Sky Ring, mimic the divine power (crown), and then bless each metal dragon with the power of the divine power.

I will fully release the entire [Dragon's Homecoming], summon all the metal dragons, and call upon the remaining power of the platinum dragon god in the box world to forge the dragon of divine power."

He paused, his eyes swept across the hidden power in the box, and his tone was cold:

"More importantly, we will use the hell technology that we have mastered through the yellow-changed little man, the multiple soul factories built in the box garden world, and the hell armed forces and the legion of fire demon entities created by abnormal experiments... We will put all of this into the battlefield.

This is the Hundred Layers World, not the present world, and Abraham cannot get reinforcements from heaven.

We will make him understand that the hand of heaven cannot be stretched too far.

Angels can't do whatever they want here!"

After the silver-robed wizard Geoffrey de la Tour finished speaking, he took out an emblem that had the following inscription on it: [A bronze shield surrounding a battle spear].

He whispered:
"Karransath, the bronze spear of Bahamut."

After saying that, he threw the emblem in his hand high into the sky and raised the staff in his hand. An indescribable huge magical fluctuation instantly emerged from the top of the staff and surged towards the emblem like ripples.

The emblem gradually deformed in mid-air, emitting a dazzling bronze glow. The original tranquility in the air was broken by a sacred and majestic atmosphere.

This aura was as steady and unshakable as a fortress, and as mighty and irresistible as thunder. The entire small garden world was trembling with this aura.

Above the sky, a curtain of light appeared among the rolling dark clouds.

A huge bronze dragon slowly descended from the clouds.

His figure covered the entire valley, and his bronze scales were like countless ambers inlaid with sunlight, shining in the light and refracting a charming golden glow.

With its wings spread out, it looked like two giant nets woven from gold. The wing membranes glowed strangely under the sunlight. The flapping of its wings made a roaring sound that echoed among the mountains and was as shocking as a war drum.

The dragon's head has sharp lines, and its horns extend backward like bronze spear blades, giving it an unshakable majesty.

His huge eyes were like two burning amber gems, and the depths of his pupils contained infinite wisdom and power.

A huge shield emblem was engraved on his chest. It was an emblem made of bronze and stars. Rune chains kept floating on the surface, emitting a sacred light, as if symbolizing endless protection on the battlefield.

When the giant dragon fully spread its wings, its huge figure enveloped the entire space under its protection.

The existence of the Bronze Spear is like an indestructible fortress, and a sense of oppression sweeps over.

Lightning flowed out from his chest, moved along his body, and instantly struck the earth, sparking a dazzling golden spark.

"Roar------"

A huge bronze halo was suspended behind the head of [Bronze Spear Karanthus]. He roared to the sky, like a horn blown on the battlefield, with endless majesty and power, shaking the entire box world.

With the advent of the Bronze Spear Karansas, a deafening roar resounded throughout the entire box world, as if igniting some ancient and profound call.

What followed were countless giant dragons soaring in the sky. They followed the bronze dragon god and circled in the sky of the box garden with astonishing momentum, forming an incomparable magnificent picture.

The sky was divided into five glorious trails of dragons, the five major types of metallic dragons (gold, silver, copper, bronze, and brass), each showing its own unique magnificence.

The rarest golden dragons, only twelve of them, were flying nimbly at the highest point of the dragon group.

They are shrouded in dazzling golden light, and their scales are as fine as if cast in gold, reflecting the brilliance of the sun.

Their wings are woven like gold, with a faint rune-like glow flowing on the wing membranes. The end of their tail is shaped like a crown, symbolizing their dignity and majesty.

The silver dragons followed closely behind, their bodies glowing with a soft silver glow like moonlight, their scales flowing like water, and each scale carved with intricate patterns.

The figure of the silver dragon is like that of an elegant predator. It appears extremely light when flying. Its tail is decorated with sharp silver blades, which cut through the sky along with its icy breath.

There are thirty silver dragons, followed closely by seventy bronze dragons.

The bodies of bronze dragons have a thick and rustic copper luster, and the edges of their scales have a hint of light green oxidation. Their heads are short and wide, and their dragon horns are like well-forged shield blades, giving them a clumsy yet powerful aura.

The copper dragon flapped its wings, driving a low roar of airflow, and the end of its tail was like a hammering tool, and every time it passed by, it was like the low hum of the earth. The largest number of dragons in the group were 100 bronze dragons and 150 brass dragons.

Bronze dragons are the most conspicuous among the dragons. Their scales shine in the sun, as if they were cast in bronze.

The bronze dragon's head has clear lines and its long horns are like spears.

The largest number of brass dragons formed a dense cloud behind the dragon group.

Their scales exude a sheen like gold dust, with rough and tough lines. Brass dragons are small in size, but extremely fast in movement, with a strong metallic sound between their wings and a tail as sharp as a sickle.

At the front of the dragon group, the two titanium dragons following the bronze dragon god are the most special existences.

They radiate a faint and dazzling silver-blue glow all over their bodies, and their scales are as smooth as titanium alloy, reflecting a strange cold light, like wonders from outer space.

The eyes of the titanium dragon are deep and quiet, carrying unfathomable wisdom.

They are up to forty meters tall, with wings as broad as a cloud curtain. When they fly, they are accompanied by a slight buzzing sound like electromagnetic waves, and their breath is a mixture of coldness and lightning power.

While the dragons were flying, something like garbled code appeared on the body of each dragon, and then origami-like bodies appeared beside them.

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One giant dragon can generate at least ten origami dragon models, and at most twenty-five.

The entire sky was filled with dragons. Five metal dragons and two titanium dragons formed a huge vortex, like an epic dragon chorus.

Their roars rose one after another, forming a soul-stirring dragon roar. The light of dragon breath intertwined into a magnificent light net, covering the sky of the box world, casting a sacred and deadly shadow.

The core area of ​​the small garden world has become as hot as hell at this moment.

The full operation of the Soul Factory has completely transformed this miniature world that should have been a carrier of dreams and hopes into a purgatory of war.

A huge soul furnace stood in the center of the box garden, emitting a scarlet light, like a burning demon's heart.

Countless twisted souls struggled in the rune array surrounding the furnace. They were sucked into tentacle-like pipes and continuously injected into the depths of the factory.

Deafening roars came from inside the furnace, distorting the surrounding air into a blurry phantom.

"The pain of all souls is the fuel, the wailing of all living things is the flame—"

The cries of souls echoed in the air, and the struggling dead turned into endless energy, pouring into the black iron pipes that ran through the sky and the earth, and finally into the core of the furnace burning with eternal flames deep in the factory.

There is no mercy, no respite here, only endless forging and destruction.

The power of the soul turns into the rotation of gears, and the roar of the machinery shakes the void.

The Incinerator Guardian walked down the assembly line. He was the guardian of Hell. The eternal fire burning in his chest was like the gaze of a devil. His hands were the blades of death. His body was made of Hell steel, and the metal was engraved with runes of despair.

"The resonance of machinery and fire devours the tranquility of this world—"

Then, the Hellfire engine came into being with a roar.

The huge robotic arm firmly spliced ​​the alloy plates together, and the sparks of welding were like brilliant but deadly flames.

One engine after another slid off the assembly line, they were covered in lava armor, and their cores were embedded with pure energy crystal cores extracted from the soul furnace.

Each Hellfire engine is like a moving hell, and their roar is enough to tear the sky and the earth apart.

The appearance of the Flame Demon Legion completely ignited the prelude to the destruction of the box garden.

From the depths of the furnace, raging flames emerged into humanoid creatures, their bodies burning with flames that were powerful enough to consume everything.

The hands of the fire demons kept changing, some wielding flaming blades like spears, while others transformed their arms into giant cannons that spewed out destructive flames.

They poured out of the factory gates like a torrent of flames, engulfing the entire world.

"A red torrent poured out, and the evil spirit of world destruction stood with its head held high—"

The world around him was rapidly collapsing under the frenetic operation of the soul factory.

The lush green forests turned to scorched earth, the clear rivers were cut off by the hot magma, the sky was obscured by black smoke, and the light of the flames dyed the earth blood red.

Those tiny lives that once thrived here were tragically annihilated in the endless flames.

On the other side of the Soul Forge, the Soul Coin minting device was running frantically.

The boiling hot soul energy was pressed into the mold. Each coin exuded an evil glow, and the surface was engraved with distorted faces of creatures, eternally frozen in pain.

These coins are not wealth, but contracts of death, the fuel that drives the machine of Hell.

“A place of creation turned into a factory of destruction; a ray of light of hope fell into eternal darkness.”

The silver-robed wizard stood on top of the furnace, overlooking the endless torrent of hell's creations.

There was no warmth in his eyes, only cold calculation and unyielding will.

"The flames of hell have been ignited. Let the messengers of heaven feel the wrath of destruction!!!"

Following his order, the Soul Factory let out a deafening roar, and countless creatures of hell poured out from the depths of the furnace, turning into a torrent of destruction, rushing towards the battlefield outside the world.

"The gates of hell are open. Let the arrogant angels feel our wrath!"

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Xia Xiu stood quietly on the ruins of Odepapadopoulos, with snow falling all over the sky like silvery quicksand.

The pure white light in his eyes flickered faintly, and the simple yet strangely regular silver surface of the box was reflected in his eyes.

Through the [Perfect Prosthetic Eye], he saw the outline of the interior of the box. It was a miracle place made up of countless regular points - towering mountains, rushing rivers, silver-white palaces emitting a faint glow on the distant horizon, and countless metallic figures soaring in the sky, filled with unspeakable sacredness and majesty.

However, the box that was constantly shaking at this moment was implying something ominous.

As he watched, [Dragon's Homecoming] vibrated slightly, and the runes on the surface of the box gradually lit up, and the silver-white light spread like ripples.

A moment later, a blinding beam of light shot up into the sky.

The bronze spear tore open the curtain of the small garden.

The sky darkened as the bronze spear descended, and then a scene that could be described as apocalyptic began to slowly unfold over the ruins of Odepapadopoulos.

As the roar of the Bronze Dragon God resounded through the sky, the silver box opened completely, and a light filled with majesty and sacredness gushed out from it, cutting through the sky.

The light dyed the sky a metallic color, and countless metallic dragons emerged from the light.

They flapped their wings and their huge figures covered the entire sky, blocking the drifting snow and forming a magnificent war mural.

A group of dragons rose into the sky, disorderly yet with some kind of primitive rhythm.

The golden dragons were in the front, their huge figures like burning golden meteors, their scales sparkling with dazzling holy light; the silver dragons followed closely behind, and their wings spread and soared like a river of stars, refracting the scattered snow light into shattered dreams; and the copper dragons, bronze dragons and brass dragons swept across the sky like a tide, their roars intertwined into battlefield horns, stirring the ice, snow and air between heaven and earth.

On the outskirts of the dragon group, two titanium dragons slowly flew out from the box garden.

The titanium dragon was like a huge battleship, gliding slowly at the end of the dragon group, adding the finishing touch to this unparalleled aerial spectacle.

However, that's not all.

When the dragons in the sky spread their wings and filled the sky, the earth began to stir.

Billowing black smoke spewed out from the cracks in the ruins, the furnace of the soul factory was burning fiercely, and the harsh roar of machinery and the wailing of souls echoed among the wind and snow.

The blazing red light dyed the cold ruins a purgatory-like color. Along with the trembling earth veins, huge mechanical structures rose from the hellfire.

The huge hellfire engines roared and crushed the earth, their wheels were like the sharp claws of steel beasts, tearing the land into scorched earth with every rotation.

The Burning Guards, holding flaming spears, emerged from the furnace in an endless stream, their orderly steps like the rhythm of death.

Further away, legions of fire demons swarmed out in flames. Their twisted figures were like waves of hell. The blazing flames devoured everything, even the ice and snow turned to steam under their feet.

And those crazy minions didn't stop either. They were frantically assembling mechanical creations in the flames of hell.

One by one, hellish weapons shining with rune light took shape in their hands. The huge exoskeleton was covered by the ignited eternal fire. The roar of machinery and the hissing of flames intertwined, pushing the atmosphere of the battlefield to a climax.

The soaring of the dragons and the roar of the creatures of hell seemed to have reached some kind of strange balance at this moment.

The opposing forces of sky and earth converge in this land of ice and snow, forming a turbulent and shocking picture of war.

The air was filled with a solemn and murderous smell, the breath of metal and fire was overwhelming, and the bronze dragon god summoned by the bronze spear was in the center, with its wings spread, and its huge figure was like a pillar of the sky.

Above the sky, with the complete liberation of [Dragon's Homecoming], the entire world of Naga Ring began to undergo earth-shaking changes.

The sky that originally covered the continents began to collapse, and visible curvature fluctuations emerged from the depths of the plane. Whether it was the continent of Akares, the continent of Zelkos, or the continent of Lortan, which was now dominated by dragons and creatures of hell, all felt this unprecedented shock.

The projected stars in the sky became disordered, as if they were forcibly disrupted by an invisible giant hand. The virtual galaxy fell from the sky, and order was lost between heaven and earth.

In the center of the collapse, a huge black dot slowly emerged, swallowing up the surrounding light like a bottomless abyss.

In the dot, a huge book was slowly floating, the pages were turning quickly, and countless ancient and complex runes were overflowing from the book.

These runes were like spiritual streams, flying in all directions, condensing and embedding themselves on the bodies of dragons and creatures of hell, endowing them with even more terrifying power.

On the titanium dragon in the sky, two dark ripple rings are constantly rotating. The energy fluctuations between the rings seem to echo the book, but its operation is not very stable, sometimes flickering, sometimes shaking, as if it may get out of control at any time.

The figures of the titanium dragons seemed increasingly unreal, their silver-blue scales beginning to emit a flowing dark light, like a projection of an unknown realm.

And above the ground, between the ruins of Odepapadopoulos and the wreckage of the floating city, Xia Xiu stood on the scorched earth where wind, snow and fire intertwined.

He slowly inserted the [Lever of Heaven] in his right hand into the ground. The silver rod emitted an incredible glow and merged with the ground, like an axis running through heaven and earth.

He casually tugged at his collar with his left hand, and a brilliant smile appeared on his face. That smile was playful, fearless, and even a little excited to try.

Behind his head, the three halos symbolizing the crown were quietly growing larger, and the white jade-like light was flowing like liquid. The edges of the halos were gradually overflowing with pure white steam that did not belong to this plane, tinging everything around with a transcendent sacred aura.

"When the old turtle is pushed to the limit, he really dares to do something ruthless."

Xia Xiu murmured in a low voice, with a hint of coldness in his tone.

His eyes swept across the collapsing sky and the constantly turning pages of the book, through the disordered stars, and stared at the core of the entire battlefield.

The halo behind him became more and more dazzling in silence, like three blazing suns slowly rising, making the figure of the fourth sword-bearer in heaven look like a god descending to earth.

As the halo behind the fourth sword-wielder in heaven grew larger, the light between heaven and earth suddenly became unbalanced.

The jade-like radiance of the triple halo began to expand, becoming increasingly fiery and dazzling, and finally became like three slowly rotating white suns, reflecting every inch of the sky in pure brilliance.

Xia Xiu's figure gradually became blurred as he was engulfed by the halo, but there was no sign of it disappearing.

At this moment, Metatron, who was fighting in the distance, stopped moving, spread his six wings like blades, and then his figure cut through the sky like a golden line, instantly returned to Xia Xiu's back, and turned into a stream of light full of holiness and destruction, completely merging with Xia Xiu's body.

The next moment, the world seemed to stop.

Light exploded from where they were, rising like the sunrise, a white sun rising from between heaven and earth.

This is not the sun in the conventional sense, but a miracle beyond cognition - the white light is not scorching, but carries a kind of majesty and purity, making the ice and snow, dragons, and hellfire seem insignificant.

The white sun began to slowly change. As it rose, wings appeared - thirty-six pairs in total.

They stretched out from the ball of light like real creatures, so white that they were almost transparent, yet seemed to contain the rhythm of the world, and each feather emitted a brilliance that could not be looked directly at.

The wings spread out extremely quickly, and in an instant, thirty-six pairs of wings covered half of the sky, dividing heaven and earth into the holy and mundane realms.

Immediately afterwards, countless tiny eyes began to appear on the surface of the sun.

Each eye was like a dazzling gem condensed from endless light. The number kept increasing, and in an instant it reached 365,000.

These eyes are neatly arranged on the surface of the wings and the light ball, like a sacred geometric composition, yet filled with an indescribable oppression.

All eyes turned at the same time, and the shining light formed countless complex runes and holy patterns, engraved on the sky.

At this moment, the entire sky has completely turned into a sea of ​​light.

And the huge "Sun Angel" gradually showed a clear outline.

Its body is no longer in a form that can be described by humans, but is like a pure miracle.

Its face was brighter than the sun and impossible to look directly at - it was a beauty and majesty beyond human comprehension, full of mercy yet carrying ruthless judgment.

[Metatron: Total Annihilation Form——]