Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 804: The Space Base Destroys the Plundering Souls, and From Now on, We Are All Orderly People

Depth 5 of the universe.

Rumble~~~~~
In the vast ocean of Aether at Depth 5, a gigantic space-based weapons platform hovers above the Midgard Courtyard, like a giant temple woven of metal and light.

The projection of the Sword of Damocles dominates the sky above the courtyard.

The sword is a kilometer long and is covered with a layer of silver-blue nano-coating. Under the refraction of the rainbow light of the deep world, it exudes a luster like liquid metal.

The overall shape of this platform is like a huge blade of judgment, with a narrow and sharp front end and dozens of antenna arrays extending out. Each antenna points to the void at a depth of 5 at a precise angle, like a tentacle ready to receive orders at any time.

The main body of the platform has a three-layer structure. The bottom layer is a huge propulsion module, on which are arranged hundreds of ether propulsion engines, emitting a faint blue light.

The metal bridge connecting the modules is like a sophisticated spine, filled with crisscrossing energy pipes and thin sensor cables that emit a faint fluorescence.

Boom~Boom~Boom~Boom~~~~
At the same time, a train speeding across the Heavenly Kingdom [Rainbow Bridge] was rapidly approaching the Earthly Courtyard.

The surface of this train is covered with a flowing rainbow halo. This train is the [Infinite Train] that travels between the Midgard and the Purgatory Gate platforms.

The students on the train were all staring in amazement at this stunning and extraordinary giant.

"Oh my god...this is..."

One student held his breath, speaking with undisguised awe.

"Sword of Damocles..." another student's voice trembled slightly.

"The Sword of Damocles of the Fourth Sword Bearer of Heaven... We can actually see it with our own eyes!?!"

Inside the train, some students were so excited that they even stuck their heads against the windows, staring at every detail of the platform without blinking.

From the huge railgun to the blue-glowing propulsion module, to the towering beacon tower and the central crystal ball command module, every detail is fascinating.

However, only a handful of students on the train noticed;

——Above the space-based weapons platform, a god-like being is floating.

Araz Trincas, a curly-haired young man with the ability to record automatically, was one of the few students who saw the strange vision.

He saw—the Holy One in the divine form.

The holy man wore a crown of thorns on his head, had white hair and white eyes, and his white robe fit tightly to his body without a single wrinkle.

His feet were bare as he stood in the void of the ether. Three halos as white as mutton-fat jade floated behind his head. Each halo slowly rotated, emitting a warm light that could not be looked directly at.

In his hand, he held a long silver staff, which was engraved with unrecognizable ancient runes, and the surface emitted a soft yet intimidating silver glow.

Thirty-six pairs of light particle wings spread out behind the angel, and the pure white wings emitted tiny spots of light, like projections of stars.

His face was as dazzling as the sun. It was impossible to look directly at it, but one could not look away either. It seemed that every inch of his skin exuded endless holiness and majesty.

The divine-looking angel was suspended in the void, quietly overlooking the space-based platform, as if the entire Depth 5 world was just a speck of dust under his feet.

The moment the curly-haired young man and the few students' eyes met the angel, emotions of fear and reverence surged into their hearts like a tide.

Their bodies stiffened instantly, as if their souls were pressed into the abyss and they could not move.

An unspeakable force penetrated their consciousness, and crazy whispers came to their ears:

“Holy!
Holy! !
Holy!!!"

"what--!"

A student suddenly covered his ears, and bright red blood flowed out of his ear holes.

His pupils contracted due to intense fear, his whole body was shaking like a sieve, his eyes were bloodshot and even began to ooze blood.

He tried to look away, but found that he could not control his gaze at all and could only stare at the sacred figure.

Another student fell to the ground, pointing his trembling fingers out of the window, his lips opening and closing, but no sound came out.

His breathing became rapid, and his chest seemed to be pressed down by a huge rock. Every breath seemed like he was desperately grabbing air.

The other students in the carriage had not yet noticed the center of the vision; they were still shocked by the grandeur of the space-based weapons platform.

And these few "lucky ones" seemed to have been forcibly injected with an unspeakable memory. Their consciousness gradually blurred under the impact of the holy light, and only the crazy muttering of those three words echoed deep in their minds:

"Holy! Holy! Holy!!!"

The crazy muttering was like an invisible blade, piercing the eardrums of the curly-haired young man Araz Trincas, penetrating his nerves and shaking his soul.

His eyes were forced to stare at the holy and flawless angel outside the window. Even though his mind was screaming wildly, urging him to look away, his body seemed to be imprisoned by invisible chains and could not move.

That kind of fear is not a visual shock in the ordinary sense, but a shudder that goes deep into the bone marrow, a sense of oppression that transcends the body and reaches the depths of the soul.

He could clearly feel that this fear was like a hand, tightly grasping his soul and making it impossible for him to escape.

[Start automatic recording——]

[Record target: *%&*%￥￥*&]

【mistake@!@】

[&@￥# error!!!]

At this moment, the automatic secretary ability in his body began to work, but the result was not as smooth as usual.

The image of the secretary appeared before his retina. The handwriting and symbols that should have been in order began to distort, and all kinds of disgusting colorful colors appeared.

【——The system is crashing!!!】

Then, the pages of the book began to burn strangely. Silent flames devoured each page of paper. Distorted light and shadows flickered in the fire, as if some unspeakable existence was devouring his consciousness.

The whispers continued. They had life and carried endless will, drilling into his ears, seeping into his blood and bone marrow, circling deep in his mind, igniting every nerve into a stinging iron.

Araz's fingers were shaking so violently that he clutched the window sill. His knuckles turned white from the force and cold sweat oozed from his forehead, like a dying person struggling to wake up from a nightmare.

Just when his spirit was almost on the verge of collapse, he suddenly felt a strange change.

The angel seemed to glance over from a great distance
——He felt that gaze.

It was a majestic yet gentle gaze, like a ray of divine light penetrating the depths of his heart.

The corners of the angel's mouth curled up slightly, with a hint of approval, as if acknowledging his persistence.

[——Engraved: The King of Conquerors under the Holy Sword! ]

Then I looked up and saw a holy one coming down from heaven, with a crown of thorns on his head, bare feet like white jade, and clothed in a pure white robe.

His face is like the sun and cannot be looked at directly. Three halos hang behind Him, one after another. Thirty-six pairs of light wings are like the dawn, and their brilliant light penetrates the ether and illuminates the endless brilliance of all realms.

The Saint stands in the rainbow light, with his feet on the shadow of the golden tree. He opens his mouth but does not speak. The laws of heaven are engraved on his steps. The glorious conqueror sets up the banner of order above the heavens.

A line of words was written quickly on the notebook, and the picture that appeared in the notebook was a simple watercolor picture in the style of a mural.

Araz suddenly felt that his spirit became extremely light, as if a window was opened and his consciousness could extend outward.

He seemed to have touched a world that he had never noticed before and felt a deep and indescribable connection.

He turned his head and looked at the classmates around him.

The secretary's eyes fell on the few students who also looked pale.

Each of their expressions was filled with a complex mixture of fear and joy, and in their pupils one could still vaguely see the trembling that came from having just escaped from the abyss of despair.

Their eyes met in the carriage, and although there was no verbal exchange, their gazes conveyed a deep resonance.

At this moment, they remembered each other's faces.

The students present couldn't help but come up with the same idea.

——These people are all my “kind”.

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[Sword of Damocles] Under the platform, Xia Xiu in apostle form was quietly suspended in the ether, his white robe fluttering gently in the barely visible ether fluctuations.

The pure white angel was just withdrawing his gaze with satisfaction. He had already given a small reward to those students who had just looked at him and did not collapse immediately.

And now, he is about to perform an act of devastation that will shock the entire Depth 5 Raiders.

At this moment, the locking procedure of the entire space-based platform has been completed. The huge virtual interface flashes in Xia Xiu's golden pupils, and various complex data streams pour into his retina like a torrent:

[Target coordinates confirmed: X: -420, Y: 75, Z: 110] [Ether space analysis: completed]

[EVE particle charging: 80%...95%...100%]

[The Heavenly Punishment Program is locking... Target capture completed]

[Etherium floating point computing efficiency requirement: 10 billion/second]

【Energy supply status: stable】

He raised his left hand, put up his thumb, and used his fingertips to align the aiming frame in front of him.

A blue circle was floating in the corner of Xia Xiu's left eye.

This circle was woven from countless light beams, surrounding his eyeballs and extending out like a monocular telescope.

There are more small circles distributed on its outer circle, like layers of virtual sights, flashing cold light and bringing an indescribable sense of dream.

As the blue circle in his eyes continued to adjust and shrink, the space-based locking system perfectly captured the raider base.

[Damocles: Absolute Hit·Already activated——]

Xia Xiu fixed his gaze on the target location and whispered softly:
"This shot will make the looters that haven't escaped within Depth 5 behave themselves, so... I won't be stingy with the EVE particles."

Buzz buzz buzz————

Buzz buzz buzz————

Buzz buzz buzz————

As soon as he finished speaking, the [Triple Crown] behind him suddenly burst into dazzling light, and three halos like white jade began to spin violently, like invisible turbines tearing through the void.

An unrivaled heat wave spread out from Xia Xiu's body. His body was wrapped in pure white holy light, and the surrounding space trembled with the fluctuations of his power.

Up to 10 billion [Ether floating-point computing efficiency] per second flowed from his body into the [Sword of Damocles]'s Hanging Sword program. The energy lines on the space-based platform were instantly ignited, and the rune-like lights turned from dim to dazzling, and finally burned like flames.

The long-range strike program on the platform was activated instantly, and a series of instructions were executed, eventually turning into an astonishing divine punishment positioning signal.
[The Heavenly Punishment Positioning Program has been activated——]

[Target area beacon: Depth 5. ]

[Estimated impact rate of ether fluctuation interference: 2%]

[Ether floating point computing efficiency requirement: 10 billion floating points per second. ]

[Target strike range: 50 kilometers in diameter. ]

[Precision adjustment has been completed, and the current error range is less than 0.1%. ]

[Do you want to execute the launch command immediately? ]

Xia Xiu's eyes swept across the flashing data screen, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing an unpredictable smile.

"Sword of Damocles, release judgment."

[Command confirmed - trial authorization, start the launch procedure! ]

The huge nebula in the ether began to rotate, and large pieces of chaotic light dust gathered towards the center like a stirred vortex.

Then, a deep space rift was torn open, which was a warp channel leading to destruction.

The energy gushing out of the rift was like a sea of ​​light that was too bright to look directly at, illuminating the void at Depth 5 as bright as day.

Then, the light from the space-based platform suddenly became blindingly bright, and the entire space seemed to be slightly distorted by the high temperature of the calculations.

A beam of blue light suddenly shot out from the top of the platform, tearing through the void and turning into the incarnation of divine punishment as it rushed straight towards the target.

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Inside the other corners of depth 5.

The strike beams of space-based weapons tore through the void, like a river running through the heavens.

This beyond-visual-range strike weapon, which is extremely difficult to survive in the ether, now demonstrates its unrivaled power.

The light beam dragged a dazzling tail flame, like a sword of divine punishment. The low-level ether observation devices of many nearby forces exploded directly because they captured this powerful wave.

"what is that?!"

In a certain looting force base hundreds of kilometers away from the target coordinates, a reptilian creature raised its head and widened its amber vertical pupils.

His claws grasped the edge of the observation device, his eyes fixed on the dazzling light band on the screen, and his whole body trembled with fear.

His voice became shrill with fear:
“A long-range strike in the Aether Ocean?!

how can that be!

That is... the legendary Sword of Damocles! ? "

The companion next to him also looked horrified:

"It is impossible to operate such a weapon in the Aether Ocean! How, how on earth was this done?!"

In another stronghold of the [evil chaotic camp] forces, several giant humanoid creatures in black armor were standing in front of an ancient rune panel, staring at the remote observation device.

The beam of light displayed on the screen made them silent for a moment, and then a low and hoarse voice sounded:

"That is mankind's space-based weapon - the legendary sword hanging from the top..."

While he was stunned by the magnificent beam of destruction, his companions were communicating something nervously using the communication equipment.

Then, he hung up the communicator and said to the person who had just spoken, ""

"The elders told us to evacuate Depth 5 - immediately, immediately!"

"...I understand. Neither I nor the Scarlet Knight faction will object this time."

"It's good that you understand. The elders said that there will be no looters or non-lawful forces in the area of ​​Depth 5 Midgard."

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Inside the Kazak base.

Waksa's eyes widened, and the scales on his reptilian face reflected a cold light due to the strong light.

His eyes penetrated the protective shield of the base and stared at the beam of light falling from the sky. It was an existence beyond his understanding.

He turned his head sharply and yelled at the operator in the control room:

"Where's the warp engine?! Start the warp engine quickly!!!"

The Kazak technicians at the control console were operating the equipment in a panic. A tribesman turned around and reported loudly:
"Captain! Our warp drives are not responding - all systems are down!"

"what?!"

Waxar's voice became harsh and hoarse, and he slammed his tail hard on the ground, creating a crack in the alloy floor.

He rushed to the console and checked the data on the screen himself.

But all the instruments showed only one message that made him extremely desperate, the message from the Sword of Damocles.

[Attack target: You have been locked, and cannot be avoided——]

Waksar felt a chill running from his tailbone to the top of his head, and he knew what this meant.

The sword hanging over the head - "the sword of absolute hit".

No target has ever been able to escape its wrath. Even the great demon of the monarch can only choose to resist rather than evade it.

At this moment, the light of the space-based platform enveloped the entire Kazak base like the scorching sun. The laser shield was quickly evaporated, the energy shield collapsed within a few seconds, and the cloaking device was completely ineffective.

And that beam of light has descended over the base with unrivaled power.

Waksasa's pupils contracted violently, and the vertical pupils almost became a line.

"Do not!!!!"

He growled in a low voice and seemed to want to say something, but the huge column of light had swallowed up everything.

The last thing he saw was his base burning up like confetti in the beam of light.

He seemed to hear the voice of judgment coming from heaven.

——Then, everything returned to nothingness.