Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 684: Killing Green Day
Ove, transformed into a Wendigo, stood on the metal ruins, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and destruction.

His body gradually merged with the shadow under Xia Xiu's feet. His broken humanity and incomplete spirituality were forcibly pulled and integrated into this strange yet gentle force.

His eyes were no longer simply cold and cruel. In those cold and bestial eyes, there was a hint of pain and struggle. Something hidden deep in the human mind finally awakened.

He raised his head and looked at Bodfe II, the powerful, cunning and insidious enemy whom he had pierced through the chest.

At this moment, Bodfe II's body was slowly disintegrating, and his once arrogant face was now frozen on a face full of pain.

On the other side, the figure of an angel was walking towards him step by step.

The blond young man was filled with endless radiance, warmth and compassion.

Ove’s hand pulled out stiffly, bloody, his fingertips still dripping with the blood he had just pulled from his enemy’s body.

His knees gave out and he slumped to his knees on the cold metal plate. The metal made a harsh echoing sound, responding to the pain in his heart.

His breathing was rapid and heavy as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, carrying with him endless despair and self-blame.

"me……"

Ove murmured, his voice broken, like a child lost in a storm.

The Wendigo's form began to fade, his ferocious claws loosened, his nails retracted, his massive body shrank, and his wild shell began to peel away.

The shell cracked, like a layer of dead skin falling off, and as every inch of the shell crumbled, Ove's true appearance gradually emerged.

His face was covered in tear marks and his eyes were bloodshot, but the cold animality had disappeared, replaced by an expression of pain and self-blame.

Xia Xiu stood in front of him, the light still covering him.

The angel's eyes were full of pity and sadness.

"I'm sorry, Ove," the fourth sword bearer of Heaven said softly, with deep sorrow in his voice, "I have been trying to find a way to take you away from this world... but you only have a mind, not a soul."

"You come from a world of consciousness created by 'stimulus', a replica of incarnated emotions and consciousness created by Bodfe II's unconsumed, most intense resentment."

"If I were to take you away, your memory, consciousness, and thoughts would all be cleansed. By then, the one left behind... I don't know if that kind of existence can still be called 'Ove'."

Ove's figure trembled slightly in the light. He knelt on the cold ground with his head lowered, unable to bear the endless sin deep in his heart.

Those children, those innocent children...

His voice was low and hoarse, like a confession squeezed out from the deepest part of his soul. With infinite pain and heaviness, he said to the fourth sword bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven:
"You know, my heart has long been corroded by sin..."

"I am so overwhelmed with guilt that I can no longer bear the ease of life. I have hurt innocent people with my angry hands."

As he spoke, tears slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the cold ground, making a tiny sound, revealing a desperate lament.

"I stand before you now, not for forgiveness, but for atonement."

His palm slowly fell to his heart, as if feeling the heavy heart oppressed by sin.

"Let the me of now stay away from the world, let the new me go to atonement, I will keep silent and never hurt others with words again.

I will remain silent and replace my anger with suffering.

I will remain silent and replace my arrogance with obedience.

I will remain silent and replace my vanity with solitude.

Until that day, until my filthy heart is cleansed;
I will express my regret by silence and atone for my sins by serving you.

May my silence be my prison, so that I will never forget the mistakes I have made."

His words were filled with painful determination, and the tears sparkled on his cheeks, as if reflecting the abyss in his heart.

Ove's palms were pressed tightly against the ground, feeling the coldness and hardness of the earth, his soul tormented by regret and pain.

"From now on, I will not speak again until my sins are forgiven and my soul is redeemed."

Ove’s voice was low and hoarse, coming from the deepest part of his heart, with immense determination and noble dedication, “May you listen to my silence, may it be my confession—”

"Please, guide me."

Xia Xiu looked at him, his expression revealing indescribable compassion and contemplation.

The light swayed slightly behind him, illuminating his young and resolute face.

After a moment, the fourth sword-bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven finally spoke. His voice was low, but carried a kind of sacred majesty.

"The gate of heaven has been opened for you, and it is not the god of death who leads you, but an angel."

As his voice fell, the shadow under Ove's feet gradually expanded, surging like a black tide, enveloping him completely.

That shadow is not cold darkness, but a warm and calm power, with endless tolerance and compassion.

Ove felt that the long-suppressed pain and guilt in his heart were being peeled away bit by bit, and the heavy feeling he once carried seemed to be released at this moment.

He raised his head and his eyes met Xia Xiu's, who smiled at him with gratitude.

Ove felt that the burden in his heart was becoming lighter and lighter, the pain deep in his soul was soothed, and the endless regret and despair gradually faded away.

"Ove, this is what you deserve."

Xia Xiu's voice sounded again, with an indescribable comfort in his tone.

The angel gave Ove final forgiveness and relief.

The light around him became softer, like a pair of invisible hands, pulling Ove up from the abyss and leading him to the long-lost peace.

Ove's body gradually relaxed, his limbs no longer felt stiff and tired, and his mind finally found unprecedented peace at this moment.

The silent warmth surrounded him, like an invisible force guiding him towards a better world.

"I wish you happiness in the afterlife."

Ove closed his eyes and the tears stopped flowing.

In the end, Ove was able to break free from the false new world and his soul trapped in nothingness was redeemed.

At the same time, the shadow extending from Xia Xiu's feet began to wriggle violently, rolling like boiling liquid.

[The Fourth Legion: Silent Wendigo——]

The shadow seemed to come alive and gradually expanded. Then, white mist rose silently from the ground and enveloped the surrounding space.

The air was filled with an icy chill, and the sound of heavy footsteps broke the silence, as if a ferocious beast in the wilderness was approaching, bringing with it an endless aura of murderous intent.

A dark figure emerged from the rising mist.

That was the Wendigo - the embodiment of depravity and redemption.

His body was five meters tall, like a walking shadow fortress.

The huge and thin figure is covered in the heavy [Armor of Atonement].

On the head, huge antlers are coiled like withered ancient trees, bent and ferocious.

The broken chains on the deer antlers swayed in the wind, making crisp clashes.

There was no life on his face, his pale skin clung to his bony bones, his eyes were sunken in their sockets, two balls of scarlet flames flickered in them, burning with hatred and remorse for his sins.

In Wendigo's right hand, he held a pitch-black [Spear of Atonement].

The spear was so sharp that it was almost transparent, and the tip of the spear flashed a cold and deadly light.

Behind him, the weapons of the seven deadly sins hung heavily on his armor: a golden axe, a pink chain, a crimson hammer...

Ding-ling~Ding-ling~Ding-ling~
The Wendigo came before his monarch, his figure shrouded in mist.

He lowered his head and knelt on one knee. The huge Spear of Atonement was quietly stuck in the ground. The chain swayed gently in the wind, making a faint whining sound.

Xia Xiu accepted Wendigo's kneeling like a king. The figure shrouded in light was undoubtedly the master of this ruined battlefield.

His gaze slowly shifted towards Bodfell II.

Bodfell II fell to the ground in a miserable state, bleeding profusely from the fatal wound on his chest. The bright red blood dripped along his torn clothes, gathered on the cold ground, and dyed the surrounding metal floor red.

His breathing was rapid and disordered, his chest rose and fell violently, and every breath was like a last gasp from hell. His face, already as pale as paper, became even paler due to blood loss, like a dying body.

"Damn-"

His eyes were burning with unconcealable anger and pain. This was all a humiliation that he could not accept!!!
Tread~tap~tap~
The fourth sword-bearer in heaven walked towards him, as if looking down at a humble loser.

He looked down at Bodfe II with the majesty of a monarch, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile as warm as spring, but his eyes were cold and ruthless, as sharp as a knife, piercing Bodfe II's already shattered dignity.

"You look like a dog now."

This sentence was like a heavy hammer that shattered Bodfell II's last psychological defense. His face suddenly became paler, his lips trembled, and his eyes burned with anger and humiliation.

His whole body was shaking, and his fingertips were trembling slightly. Finally, he gritted his teeth, propped up half of his body, raised his blood-soaked hands, and pointed at Xia Xiu with trembling hands.

"You... you are a thief!" His voice was hoarse, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of his throat with blood and tears, and his face was twisted with madness and anger. "You pretend to be a holy body, but your heart is as poisonous as a snake and scorpion. How could I not know it! You are nothing but a liar and a hypocrite! Why do you laugh at me? How are you different from me! Today's victory is all because of the injustice of fate. If it weren't for your luck, how could you stand in front of me?"

Bodfe II's curses echoed across the desolate land, along with his broken breathing.

"I regard you as dust. The barking of dogs has never moved me in the slightest! Although you... have won, this is... the injustice of heaven. If heaven has mercy on me, I will surely rise again! Your so-called righteous path is all false words. If it were not for luck, how could you step on my corpse and claim the throne!"

His curses were like the tongue of a poisonous snake, every word was sharp, and his eyes were full of resentment, as if he wanted to tear apart the soul of the damned angel in front of him.

But the angel is still smiling.

He is laughing...

He was laughing at himself...

How dare he! ! !

Why does he do that? What qualifications does he have?

"You know nothing!!!"

Bodefei II was dying, his breath was barely there, but his eyes revealed madness and persistence.

His voice was sometimes low, sometimes hoarse, but it still maintained an authority that could not be ignored.

"Have you ever thought deeply about why our world is trapped in endless wars, chaos, poverty and weakness?
However, it is not just greed or ambition that makes it happen, but a deeper rebellion - human nature cannot accept the destiny, and we are all chasing dreams that we do not deserve and pursuing a future that we cannot control. This is the dilemma that we have not been able to solve since ancient times.

I do not wish to deny your right to pursue peace, but can free choice really bring happiness?
Looking at our history, the beginnings of wars and the source of suffering are all due to mortals trying to transcend themselves and seize their so-called "rights".

The so-called choice seems noble but it is actually the beginning of chaos. All ordinary people are chasing after vain dreams and forgetting their own talents and natures. In the competition, they become more confused about their own destiny.

However, this new world strategy is enough to reshape the world.

With the magic of genetics, we are now able to discern the talents and abilities of mortals at birth. They are all engraved in your blood and cannot be changed.

Whether it is the courage of a brave man, the wisdom of a wise man, or the skill of a craftsman, they are all determined by genes.

What you should do is not to pursue illusions, but to follow your mission, occupy your appropriate position, make full use of your talents and virtues, and contribute your value.

This does not deprive humans of their freedom, but actually grants them true freedom.

This freedom is not a blind choice, but a guide for you to find your own position, conform to your nature, and fulfill your wishes.

Everyone can display their strengths, there will be no more fights caused by the mistakes of fate, and there will be no war in this world.

Imagine that in the future, when a baby is born, his or her talents are determined and he or she is guided to the position he or she should be.

He will no longer be confused about the road ahead, no longer be perplexed by the choice, and will eventually succeed and gain the admiration and respect of society.

You will all live in a world of peace, harmony, and everyone doing their job, with no more strife or war.

At that time, the strong will not oppress the weak, the wise will not bully the foolish, and there will be no unnecessary quarrels or evil fights in our world.

No one feels aggrieved because of poverty and weakness, because everyone devotes his life to his own and no longer deprives others of their rights.

You all have your own unique place and irreplaceable value.

The new world will not be a cruel and cold oppression, but will give you true peace.

Happiness lies not in endless choices, but in accepting one's fate and being proud of it.

Any task that is not suitable for you should be shouldered by wise people. You just need to do your best and achieve the best you can.

The strategy of the new world is to guide you to return to your destiny, rather than letting the future be determined by the greed and reckless actions of mortals.

The stability, peace and happiness that you desire will all be found in your destiny plan.

A world without classes, a future without conflict, everyone has their own strengths, and everyone works together." "This is - those who are awakened are always happy!!!"

Bodfe II's voice echoed in the air. His eyes were filled with madness, and he vowed to instill his final obsession into the world.

Xia Xiu stood in front of Bodfe II with a stern look in his eyes. His face looked exceptionally calm in the dim light, but there was something burning in those deep eyes that could not be ignored.

He listened quietly to Bodfell II's speech, which he thought was perfect, then raised his hands and clapped gently.

"Clap clap-"

"Clap clap-"

The applause echoed in the silent air with a harsh mockery.

"Wonderful, so wonderful."

Xia Xiu's voice was low and cold, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a half-smile.

There was sarcasm in his words, like a sharp blade, piercing the pride of Fei II.

"Bodefei II, your words are gorgeous, as if everything has a noble reason."

Xia Xiu slowly stopped clapping and lowered his hands. A smile was still on his lips, but his eyes were as cold as ice as he stared straight at Bodefei II in front of him.

"I don't have so many noble words to refute you."

He paused, his eyes became sharper, filled with disdain and contempt.

“My enemies, always.

Everyone is eloquent and everyone seems like a top saint.

They always package themselves as so great and blameless, making me seem like an unforgivable villain who destroyed their ideals. "

Xia Xiu raised his chin slightly, his eyes still fixed on Bodefei II's face, his tone filled with disdain and sarcasm.

"However, given your magnificent speech, I can't just say nothing in response. That would be too rude."

He leaned forward slightly, as if to show 'courtesy' respect to Bodfell II, but his tone was cold and ruthless.

"So, I only have two questions for you now."

The fourth sword-wielder in heaven walked slowly forward, his footsteps echoing in the empty space. His eyes were like sharp swords, piercing straight into the depths of Bodfee II's soul.

He stopped and looked at the other person with burning eyes, with a cold scrutiny, as if he was judging a sinner.

"Who is qualified to decide the fate of others?"

His voice echoed in the air like thunder, carrying an irrefutable power.

Bodefei II's face turned pale in an instant, and the anger in his heart almost burst out.

He stared at the face of the fourth sword-wielder in Heaven, and the light in his golden pupils seemed to burn his inner reason.

Those eyes were filled with deep contempt, as if... he was just a pitiful loser, a self-righteous arrogant person.

He felt his sanity collapse under those eyes, and the insane rage was like a huge wave that completely submerged him.

At this moment, Xia Xiu's second question came with cold and ruthless sneer and sarcasm.

"Are you worthy?"

This sentence seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back for Bodfell II, completely igniting his anger.

"hypocrite!!!!"

Bodfe II roared suddenly, his voice filled with uncontrollable anger and madness.

His face was distorted and his eyes were red, like a wild beast that was forced into a desperate situation.

"You are just a running dog of the Kingdom of Heaven, why are you so arrogant?!"

He pointed at Xia Xiu, his fingers trembling with anger, and his voice was filled with vicious curses.

"You laugh at me as a dog, I laugh at you as a rat! If it weren't for your treachery, how could it be your turn to humiliate me like this today!"

His chest heaved violently, and his tone was filled with madness and resentment.

"I have my own destiny. Sooner or later, you will fall into the abyss with me! You will go to the underworld with me, and you will never be able to escape!"

Bodfe II's voice was like a wail of despair, carrying an irreversible despair and madness.

His body was shaking with anger, his face was as pale as paper, and the wound in his chest made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

It's so ugly.

Xia Xiu looked at him coldly, the smile on his face having long since disappeared.

He seemed to have thought of something and sighed softly, with helplessness and a hint of fatigue in his voice.

"Utopianism, how many evils have been committed in your name."

He said this in a calm tone, as if he was stating an ordinary fact.

Then he turned around and left without hesitation, his back straight and indifferent, without even glancing at Bodfeli II who was lying on the ground.

Behind Xia Xiu, footsteps slowly sounded, and shadows spread from all around, bringing the cold breath of the wilderness.

The Wendigo, who served the monarch, held up the spear that symbolized atonement and judgment, and walked slowly towards Bodfell II, who was lying on the ground like a stray dog.

When Bodfell II witnessed this scene, he was filled with deep resistance and unwillingness.

His eyes were fixed on the ugly monster - the Wendigo.

He could endure being executed by a being like the Fourth Sword-Bearer of Heaven, and even take it as an honor, but he could never accept being killed by such a monster!
This is an unbearable insult to him!!!

He began to shout wildly, his voice filled with anger and despair, using the last of his strength to enrage the fourth sword-bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven and force him to take action to end it all.

"You hypocrites! How dare you play with my life?!

Hugh Abraham!!!!

Since you are the dawning light of heaven, the fourth sword bearer, why do you use this evil creature to bring me to an end? ! "

His voice became more and more rapid, and he already felt the fear that his life was coming to an end.

“You have the courage to face my sharp edge, why do you let this monster take my life?

How dare you not do it yourself? !
I would rather be beheaded by the king, and die without shame, but now I want to be killed by this ugly beast. Fate is unfair! Fate is unfair! ! ! ! ! "

Bodefei II's roar was like a cornered beast. He tried to provoke Xia Xiu with fierce words and looked forward to the other party's response.

But Xia Xiu's back did not stop, his steps remained firm, and he was not shaken by any provocation.

All of Fei II's shouting and anger were like the sound of wind hitting the air, with no response or echo.

The Wendigo stood in front of Baldwin II, the spear in his hand flashing a cold light.

He raised the spear high, and the cold metal swept through the air, carrying with it a ruthless and murderous aura.

Bodfe II's eyes were wide open, filled with deep fear and anger.

he knows……

I’m going to die!!!
"no, do not want……"

"what--!"

He made a final roar of resistance, but the sound stopped abruptly in the air.

"Click——"

The spear pierced through Bodfell II's head mercilessly, and the sharp blade penetrated his skull like piercing mud.

Blood spurted out, staining the Wendigo's pale armor red.

The luster in Bodfell II's eyes gradually faded, his body fell weakly with a heavy crash, and his arrogant and conceited soul was crushed at this moment.

The Wendigo ruthlessly drew out his spear, and blood dripped from the tip of the spear to the ground.

His scarlet eyes flashed with a cold light. He slowly bent down and cut off the head of Bodfeli II.

"Ho ho ho ho!!!!!!"

He held high the sin-stained head and let out a low roar. The sound was like a call from the depths of hell, carrying with it endless chill and ferocity.

A cold mist emanated from his lips, enveloping his entire body in deathly silence and coldness.

He is the evil spirit from hell, who comes to the world with the power of judgment.

He will eliminate all enemies from the monarch's presence.

The enemy of the monarch is the enemy of the Wendigo.
His spear will not let any enemy stand,

Who dares to despise his monarch, his kingdom, his land.

It will lead to terrible destruction and burning.

As the roar echoed, the head of Bodfell II was skewered on a spear, losing all its former glory and dignity. It became a symbol of sin and was held high, heralding the end of sin.

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This world.

Above the sky of Terra's northern hemisphere.

The brilliance of the aurora curtain above Terra is above the sky, like a vast and boundless tapestry spread across the sky. However, as time goes by, the gorgeous curtain begins to dim.

At first, a faint light dissipated from the sky, and countless stars were wiped out one by one by an invisible hand.

The flow of the aurora slowed down, and eventually it seemed to be frozen in the river of time, with pieces of color peeling off and being swept into the endless void.

The seven-layer veil - the endless, dreamlike barrier that once covered the sky and the earth, at this moment, like a curtain in ancient mythology, slowly fell off, bringing the most magnificent scene in the world.

The disappearance of each layer of veil was like a heavy blow in the torrent of time, shaking the entire sky.

The light collapsed layer by layer from the highest sky, just like the universe disintegrating in the endless space and time, gradually disappearing into nothingness.

Each falling layer of veil is like the broken sigh of eternity, accompanied by the silence and solemnity of the whole world.

In the sky, the huge night ship is like a giant city floating in the sky.

The mechanical structure is the core of the entire night boat operation.

Those complex and sophisticated mechanical chains are interwoven into a web, and the huge transmission gears rotate slowly like stars, making a low humming sound, pushing the giant forward.

Countless steel arms extend inside and outside the hull, like the skeleton of a giant beast, supporting this behemoth as it glides across the sky.

Optical cables, pipes, and steel veins flow with green energy like blood. The huge engine is like the heart of the night ship. Every time it runs, it shakes the void and makes a thunderous sound.

There are countless sophisticated and complex devices inside the night ship: floating antennas, rotating turbines, flashing light screens, like a self-regulating steel life form.

However, everything came to a sudden halt when Green Day went dark.

The first to stop were the huge engines. The light in the engines dimmed for an instant, and then went out completely. All energy flow came to an abrupt halt.

squeak-

squeak-

Countless gears and chains were suspended in mid-air. The mechanical system that once operated as precisely as a god's creation was frozen, and the huge night ship lost its power from then on.

The flashing symbols and signal lights on the hull went out one by one, and there was no flow in the countless energy pipes. The entire night ship fell into silence.

Then, the night ship slowly tilted, its huge body lost its support in the sky, and began to fall irreversibly to the earth below.

Boom boom boom~~~
Boom boom boom~~~~~~
Boom boom boom~~~~~~~~
The huge hull, like an extinguished sun, cast a long black shadow in the night sky.

It has lost its former glory, leaving only cold metal and a dead shell.

The fall of the night ship was as magnificent and terrifying as a comet.

The huge monster fell into the ocean at an astonishing speed, dragging a long tail of flame, which was the last remaining light of the green sun between heaven and earth.

However, it was not light, but the last embers of its burning. The fall of the night ship, with a doomsday-like breath, slammed fiercely into the sea.

Green Day, fallen.