Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 812 Golden Tyrant
The end of a week is like the last ray of darkness being pierced before dawn, but there is a turbulent tide hidden in the silence.

Ever since the Earthly Courtyard descended into the Depth 5 world, the rules of this abyss have been completely broken.

The plunderer camp was overwhelmed by the power of space-based weapons. Within just a few days, all forces that were not from the lawful good camp hastily evacuated and rushed to deeper planes, fleeing in panic like a swarm of frightened insects fleeing from their natural enemies.

In all areas of Depth 5, the name of Hugh Abraham spread quickly, but it was not in a tone of reverence, but mixed with deep fear and resentment.

Scholars from all walks of life recorded the turmoil that swept across Depth 5 as "Chronicle of Psionic Disasters: Premonitions of the Abyss Eruption". Under the title was a passage written in blood, telling a warning that was almost like a curse:

[The disaster of the Golden Tyrant has already befallen all the heavens and worlds!

He is the lord of the abyss, but he is clothed in the cloak of light.

He calls himself the Savior, but his actions are far more insane and cruel than those of our gods.

Remember, all living beings in the heavens and the worlds, if you do not immediately resist the tyrant, countless dimensional hubs will be destroyed and countless lives will be killed.

The flag of the abyss will fly on every lost plane. On that flag is engraved a cold face, which is the symbol of the golden tyrant——】

The author of these words is an exiled elven prophet with pointy ears named Eldrad Ursan, and his words are filled with a mixture of hatred and fanaticism.

He is an exile and one of the remnants of the Elven Court.

As a former prophet of the royal court, he witnessed the war of annihilation between the Kingdom of Heaven and the Oredin Empire against the Elf Royal Court. This hatred has been with him for hundreds of years and has long been engraved into his bones.

He compared the coming of the Court to the war of that year and portrayed Hugh Abraham as a conqueror clothed in light, whom he regarded as the second Mu of heaven.

He called on all living beings in the heavens and all worlds to unite to resist the invasion of the Lord of the Abyss, resist the dive into the abyss, and curb the eruption of the abyss.

他 说:

[The Lord of the Abyss and his demons are about to descend upon all realms. They are clothed in armor of blood and iron, and call themselves "Angels" and "Sons of the Courtyard."

Any creature that resists them will be devoured by their flames.

Those so-called Sons of the Courtyard, their minds filled with tyrant fanaticism, swept the world with the creed of the Golden Tyrant.

They are the pioneers of the eruption of the abyss and the terror that no living being can reach.

The great gods once sealed the abyss on the land of Terra. They used their great power to create a crystal-like sealing barrier and imprisoned the demons of the abyss on an ancient planet called Terra.

But now, a loophole has appeared in the seal. The demons that should have been hiding in the seal have begun to stir under the instigation of the new Lord of the Abyss. They act in the name of angels and do the deeds of the Abyss, trying to seize all the heavens and worlds!
The devil's kind has defiled the sacred tree of the royal court, penetrated the sacred tree with turbid finance, dragged the heavens and all worlds, deceived the gods, confused all living beings, and escaped the seal.

Everyone, don't be fooled by the turbid golden tree!

We should unite immediately, drive the abyss back to Terra, cleanse the sacred tree, and restore light!!!】

The words of the Elf Prophet aroused fear and hesitation among some forces, but more of them were ridiculed and mocked the exile.

"Oh, he talks nicely. If he really has the guts to resist, why doesn't he lead the charge?"

The raider gangs hiding in Depth 5 scoffed at the elven prophet's speech.

They knew better than anyone how the Golden Tyrant established its reputation. The light of the base weapon not only illuminated the base of the raiders, but also made everyone realize that no matter how they hid, they could not resist such absolute power.

"One lock of space-based weapons is enough. Who wants to try it again?"

"If he has the guts, go pick the fourth sword bearer of Heaven himself, don't just talk."

The looters made the same decision: destroy all devices that could track their coordinates and erase any traces that might expose their identities and locations.

They lurk in the deeper depths like prey, completely disappearing from sight.

Not only did they mock Eldrad's incitement verbally, but their actions were also very honest. Without exception, everyone chose to retreat.

The warning of the elven prophet Eldrad spread among the various hidden forces.

His language is full of hatred and fear, depicting the earthly courtyard as a symbol of the abyss and Hugh Abraham as a golden tyrant.

He hopes that all living beings will unite and expel the Heavenly Kingdom forces back to Terra, and calls on everyone not to be misled by the [Golden Tree]. The so-called Ivy War is essentially a war that should not exist. All living beings in the heavens and the worlds should cleanse the [Golden Tree] to avoid fighting each other.

He never stopped.

The Elf Prophet himself knew that his incitement would not achieve immediate results, but he did not care.

He is an old elf and an exile. He knows that his words are destined to fail to change the situation immediately, but they can plant the seeds of resistance against the abyss in the heavens and all worlds.

He continued to travel through the realms with his few followers.

He still tried to gather more forces to unite in the name of "resisting the atrocities of the abyss."

He used his psychic powers to carve his warning messages onto parchments and used them to spread them in various secret gathering places.

However, every time the elven prophet lobbied, there was a deep fear hidden in his heart.

He knew that the hunters from heaven would eventually find him, and the golden tyrant would not allow such news to spread.

He was evading and lobbying, and every word he uttered was a gamble in the face of time.

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The universe, depth 5. The earthly courtyard.

The courtyard was peaceful as usual.

The simulated sunlight shines through the projection of the sky and falls on every corner of the courtyard, caressing the buildings, the land and the busy crowds with warmth.

In this peaceful atmosphere, in the principal's office built by the principal himself in the courtyard, Xia Xiu was holding a piece of parchment in his hand.

This piece of parchment is engraved with a text called "Theory of Psychic Disasters". The text exudes a faint strange luster, and the text is filled with special psychological memes.

——It can make readers resonate with it involuntarily, and even begin to identify with its content subconsciously.

Beside Xia Xiu, the Vice President and the Chancellor of the Administration, Turles, folded his arms across his chest, his eyes calm as usual;

Intelligence network chief Zhou Yi stood quietly, his face solemn;
The commander of the Royal Guards, Broly, stood a little further away, with his arms folded across his chest and his eyes downcast, as if waiting for orders.

Xia Xiu flicked the parchment in his hand lightly, seemingly unaffected by the inflammatory content on it.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was looking at a rare work of art rather than a hostile manifesto.

"The contents of this parchment..."

Zhou Yi walked forward, lowered his head slightly, handed the document in his hand to Xia Xiu, and reported in a calm but firm tone:

“It is spreading like a virus to the deep regions of the universe.

I have traced several organizations and forces responsible for the spread within Depth 5, and have asked the Secretary-General to warn them through the Administration's diplomatic means.

At present, they have indeed calmed down and dared not promote the spread of the news. " "But..." Zhou Yi paused, frowned slightly, and seemed to be considering his words.

“As for other disseminators hiding deeper inside, I suspect there are bigger forces behind the scenes that condone or even directly fund the actions of this elven prophet.

Otherwise, such a speed and intensity of spread would never be possible for an exile to achieve with the power of a few small groups. "

Xia Xiu lowered his head and glanced at the parchment, his fingertips slowly sliding over the emotionally inflammatory words, and whispered:
"The Lord of the Abyss and his demons are about to descend upon all realms. They are clad in armor of blood and iron, calling themselves 'angels' and 'sons of the courtyard'... Any creature that resists them will be devoured by their flames..."

His voice was low and even, with no anger or agitation, just a casual interest, as if this was just some childish statement of defiance rather than a real threat.

He raised his head and looked at Tours.

"This elven prophet, Eldrad Ursan, is quite good at inciting people."

Xia Xiu spoke in a relaxed tone with a smile on his face, seemingly unconcerned about the accusations on the parchment.

"But incitement also requires capital."

Turles crossed his arms, his eyes fixed on the parchment in Xia Xiu's hand, with a bit of cold scrutiny in his eyes.

The fox-eared boy's voice was as calm and sarcastic as always:

"Indeed, he has mastered some means of incitement, such as emotional manipulation, psychological meme implantation, and the 'skills' in content selection. However, it is only to deceive those simple-minded and wavering mobs."

Xia Xiu looked at the parchment in his hand with a half-smile, and flicked the edge of the paper lightly with his fingers, as if he was getting rid of a harmless little bug.

Then, he turned his head to look at the intelligence network spy chief Zhou Yi at the side and asked casually:
"Vito, what do you think?"

Zhou Yi took a step forward, stood beside Xia Xiu, stretched out his hand to his neck, and made a decisive neck-wiping action.

The tone is cold and direct:
"Kill him—"

Xia Xiu raised his eyebrows, seeming a little surprised by this straightforward answer.

Vito continued, his tone slightly slower:

“However, before that, we have to see what he wants to do.

For example, the contents of this parchment...it can tell us in advance what some people really think of the courtyard."

Vito glanced down at the parchment, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes:
"If the purpose of spreading this kind of speech is to divide the worlds and use the turmoil in the deep world to counter the actions of the Kingdom of Heaven, then the organizations and sponsors who spread this kind of information——"

He paused, looked up at Xia Xiu, and said in a colder voice: "We have already crossed the red line."

Xia Xiu gently placed the parchment back on the table, tapping the smooth tabletop slowly and rhythmically with his fingers. The crisp sound echoed in the silent room.

Each tap seemed to carry a deep thought, as if he was using this method to sort out the threads of his thoughts layer by layer.

His eyes were lowered with a faint light as he pondered some complicated situation, and that faint smile was still on his lips.

The smile was gentle, but without a trace of warmth. Instead, it made people feel a subtle chill, making the air in the room freeze a little at this moment.

He stopped hammering and slowly raised his eyes to focus on Turles and Vito.

The smile did not fade at all, but instead seemed even more relaxed, even with an elusive indifference.

The tone was as calm as usual, but it also carried a kind of pressure that could not be ignored:

"Continue to investigate."

His words were brief, but contained a command that could not be ignored.

"Especially those forces that finance the spread of these remarks. I want to know who is condoning or even promoting the spread of these remarks."

He paused, and his tone became slightly lighter, even with a hint of indifference:

"As for Eldrad..."

Xia Xiu's smile deepened, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "You guys can do whatever you want."

He looked at Turles and Zhou Yi, with a subtle light flashing in his eyes.

"If you need to arrange for students in the courtyard, remember to tell Hope."

“She has recently been organizing a group of courtyard commissars, and Joseph and Tukhachevsky are the two representatives of the group she has chosen.

She was also the one who started the civil service organization of the courtyard. Araz will serve as the secretary of the courtyard and the representative of the civil service organization."

"The current student scheduling is all saved up through careful budgeting."

He paused and couldn't help laughing.

"So, if you want someone, you have to ask her to write a note."

Turles stood in front of the table, staring down at the short golden hair in front of him. The golden luster cast a soft light and shadow on the table. He shook his head helplessly, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You really make people work overtime to death."

He reached out and touched the fox tail behind him, which swayed gently, silently expressing his dissatisfaction as a corporate slave.

Xia Xiu didn't look up. He was still concentrating on flipping through the documents in front of him. His brows were slightly furrowed and his fingers unconsciously rubbed his eyebrows.

His expression revealed a strong sense of being a social animal, but his eyes still revealed an imperceptible calmness and clarity.

"There is really no way now..."

His voice sounded helpless, yet calm.

“There are only 300 students in the I phase, and I hope they are embezzlers who are robbing Peter to pay Paul.

And today is the day for the students to choose. If even one of the three hundred people is missing, she might cry for the whole day."

Tours raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, a sense of playfulness surged in his heart:

"This is really a headache. Do you think these students will sign the contract?"

There was a subtle hint of sarcasm in his words, as if he had already guessed the choice of most students.

Xia Xiu gently put down the documents in his hand, and finally moved his eyes away from the table, sweeping across Tours, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

“It’s up to them.”

"After all, the most precious treaty content I can promise them is only..."

"——The soul returns to the Iron Crown."