Chapter 1728 The tradition of the welcoming ceremony

Hammurabi took a deep breath.

In front of him, these supernatural creatures that went against the trend of biological evolution and were covered with growths and deformed limbs fell to the ground, and abnormally cold supernatural blood seeped into the desert. There is a huge crack on the surface of the impenetrable golden alloy armor of the Custodes. Welded with blood and condensed frost, the strong armor cannot be penetrated by industrial laser mining machines. It appears extremely fragile under the battle ax of an extradimensional spiritual entity. Hammurabi raised his leg and pulled out the armored boots that were dug into the rough crimson gravel. Smelly blood and unknown organic fragments slid down the complex relief ravines on the surface of the power armor.

The dry air produced by the air filter still carries the temperature of this crimson desert. Although he is using the circulating air inside the armor, he can still smell the dust emitted by the hot and rough gravel, as well as those outside. The stench of dimensional creatures. He couldn't see where the stars were. This blood-red sky was full of light sources, and the optical theorems of the physical universe were unstable here. This does not prevent him from continuing to fight. He only needs to wave his weapon, and the enemy will add the sharp blade to him.

This is something that is established on a conceptual level, not even extradimensional entities can escape.

Hammurabi crossed his halberd, and the garrison spear covered with a disintegrating force field was pointed at several strange creatures trying to retreat. These extradimensional creatures do not possess life. Their existence itself is a mockery of life. They cannot be completely killed. They are just apostles, fragments and consciousness of the evil god. As long as the corresponding concepts exist, they and their owners will not perish.

But now he saw fear in their misshapen faces.

These extradimensional beings, these demons, fear his master.

This was not his first time fighting against extradimensional beings. After the Emperor took control of Karma Taj, the Praetorian Order joined the mystics in their war against extradimensional beings. Every time the mission was completed, he remembered the curse issued by those extradimensional creatures when they were destroyed. They would never disappear. They would eventually return to the material universe. They would be the eternal enemies of all intelligent life.

Hammurabi dismissed their curses, but he knew that these lying creatures were telling the truth, especially such powerful extradimensional entities that every word they spoke in the material plane would become mortal. An irresistible curse. According to records in the Library of the Order of the Order, only during the Fimbulwinter event in the Apennine Peninsula did such a powerful extradimensional entity appear that could cause psychic readings to exceed the highest value.

"This is my lord's domain!" the huge creature holding a skull battle ax roared, and a hurricane swept over with the rusty smell of blood and the stench of burnt limbs. Hammurabi dodged sideways as the battle ax struck into the crimson gravel. The supernatural flames ignited on the surface of the battle ax instantly melted the gravel into a liquid state. The monster pulled out the battle ax and swung it again. Fine molten gravel condensed in the air and spattered on the surface of the Forbidden Army's armor, making a dense sound of glass shattering.

"Burn! Kill! Blood! The shadow of death and pain envelopes you!"

"I like to fight in the shadows." Hammurabi's voice remained calm. Stepping on the back of the huge battle axe, the garrison spear in his hand deftly swiped across the monster's wrist joint, cutting off half of the palm. When the crimson monster gave up his battle ax and turned around to chase him with another sharp claw, Hammurabi had already turned the direction of the garrison spear, and the tip of the sharp edge slammed into the knee joint created by witchcraft.

Then there was another blow. The spearhead pierced the monster's waist muscle that was not covered by armor. He pulled the trigger and shot at close range. The bomb penetrated into the huge body and then exploded. A fountain of smelly and bright red blood burst out from the wound. . Hammurabi drew his weapon and immediately retreated without stopping. The next second, the monster that suffered enough damage to kill a creature in the physical universe rushed over, as if it had not been harmed before. The recovery power given to it by supernatural witchcraft allowed it to almost ignore the attack of the imperial army.

This was a powerful enemy he had never encountered before, and every one of them was a warrior under their master's throne.

In order to kill several other demons, more than 80% of the combat medicine in the power armor was consumed, and there were only a few special bombs left. He had to ensure that the remaining bombs could be shot into the brains of these demons or heart, otherwise it means a never-ending struggle.

"My dear, why are we fighting? Why don't we leave this hot place and enjoy a comfortable life?"

On the other side, a distinctive voice sounded. The voice was not unbearable because of the size of the speaker. It seemed to slide gently on the slender and greasy limbs, making people unable to help but relax their vigilance. Hammurabi retreated and dodged. A scimitar as thin as paper floated over the golden armor of the Forbidden Army. The complex and luxurious reliefs and perfectly polished rubies were flattened and cut by this extremely thin scimitar. open.

"The palace of our Lord holds the sweetest wine in the universe, which can quench your thirst. Don't be fooled by the fierce killings, you can relax your fingers and enjoy the soft mattress in the palace of our Lord. The most gifted Artists will sing to you, and every emotional note from their throats is a treasure from the universe.”

"You can't get through here," the last voice said muffledly. It had no clever words or a bad temper. It just stood there, blocking Hammurabi's retreat, "You can't get through here."

At this time, the crimson monster flapped its huge demon wings and grabbed Hammurabi's arm holding the Spear of the Garrison. The thin and slender scimitar flexibly drilled into the cracks in the armor like a living thing, biting the blood and flesh of the imperial guards.

The pain did not make Hammurabi give up his weapon. He quickly pulled out a pistol from the holster on his waist with his other hand and fired a deadly bomb at the crimson monster's head that exuded a foul and bloody smell. The blessed bomb easily penetrated the indestructible bone plate as thick as tank armor and drilled into the monster's brain. At the same time, the scimitar also drilled into his body, cutting his blood vessels and internal organs. Hammurabi felt that his strength was disappearing, and the blood clot almost took his life. He could hear the weird snickering from the monster next to him.

The airtightness of the armor was broken, and the air leaked from the gap with a hissing sound, and the gushing alchemical blood was blown into tiny bubbles. His vision was shrouded in a dark haze, the severe pain was moving away, and the coldness of death was calling it. Then the coldness moved away from him, and the black haze in his vision was dispelled by the blazing fire. The monster holding the scimitar screamed in fear, and Hammurabi smelled the smell of red-hot steel sticking to flesh and blood.

A warrior in black armor stood beside Hammurabi. It was wearing the armor of a genetically modified warrior. The surface of the armor was decorated with withered human bones, and the surface of the ceramic insulation buffer layer was burning with raging fire. The warrior burning with flames pulled the trigger and poured fire on the remaining two monsters. The dirty blood of the monster holding the scimitar, full of musk, splashed on the armor and was cleared by the flames in the blink of an eye. The other monster holding the incense burner disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if it was afraid of these warriors.

Hammurabi recognized the warrior in front of him, the spirit of revenge, the soul burning with the fire of justice. The devil king once tried to steal and imprison the power of the spirit of revenge, but in the end he could only let the spirit of revenge take possession of soulless mortals, creating the so-called evil spirit rider, and using the nature of the spirit of revenge to achieve his goal.

He felt the same power in the spirit of revenge, but more extreme, extreme order and extreme fire of justice, as if the charred armor was burned by the bloodthirsty fire of revenge. The spirit of revenge lowered his head and looked at the imperial guards. Hammurabi felt an indescribable sense of familiarity in the sight behind the blood-red eyepiece. He was almost sure that the spirit of revenge knew him.

Hammurabi squeezed out a sentence with all his strength, "Who are you?"

The spirit of revenge did not answer, it disappeared out of thin air, and there was nothing to prove that it had ever existed except the smoldering sparks in the crimson desert. This did not help Hammurabi at all. He still felt the chill from the outer dimension seeping into his bones and muscles, almost freezing his mind. Even a body created by superb bio-alchemy could not resist such injuries. Hammurabi, holding the regret and remorse for not being able to complete the task, and the shame for not being able to wait for the emperor to arrive, took a deep breath and prepared to enter the sleep of automatic repair of the body.

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The guests sitting in the living room of the manor remained silent, and no one was willing to speak first.

Bayonetta heard a violent engine sound approaching without hindrance, and the sisterhood and automatic defense system stationed in the manor did not respond at all. Then there was a loud noise of metal hitting rock, and the door of the manor was unceremoniously knocked open. The white-haired witch in red leather rushed in, holding a scroll box reflecting bronze light in her hand.

"I found a clue!" Jeanne shouted, "The genetic comparison has a result. The blood left on this scroll and the blood sample in Maya Hansen's laboratory are from the same person."

Wanda Maximoff pressed her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are the results of the carbon-14 identification?" Bayonetta stood up and took the scroll box.

This seemingly simple scroll box is engraved with many symbols, maintaining the integrity of the contents from being eroded by time. This scroll comes from the Immortal City. When the archaeological team led by Lara Croft explored the secret room deep in the Immortal City, they found thousands of scrolls preserved in the same bronze scroll box. This is the oldest one in terms of artistic style and placement.

The oldest scroll box is almost regarded as a fake by other archaeologists because this Near Eastern art style appears on bronze rather than pottery. But Bayonetta decided to trust Lara Croft's expertise and intuition. As Salomon told her, Lara Croft's fate is closely linked to him, and any abnormal events she found have reasons that are not yet known.

"Six thousand years BC!" Jeanne said. She handed over the data board, "This is the translation of the scroll. The linguists and archaeologists we recruited translated it overnight, and it can be confirmed that it is him."

Bayonetta saw that the beginning of the scroll was "Swear by my blood" and there was a drop of blood at the end of the scroll.

Archaeologists call this scroll the Blood Contract of the Euphrates or the Blood Contract of the Dragon. The parchment scroll tells the story of what happened after the King of Eridu, the predecessor of Sumerian civilization, led his army to expedition to Egypt. It also describes in poetic form how the King of Eridu, the god of storms and sky, the god of life and fresh water, and the king of gods fought against the dragon that swam from the sea to the mouth of the Euphrates River and caused a flood before leading his people to leave the city.

Archaeologists have some doubts about the concept of dragons, but there is no more accurate evidence to prove what kind of monster or natural phenomenon it is. As the king's power moved eastward, Eridu gradually lost its original status. The followers of the King of Eridu and part of the family members who stayed on the earth relied on this blood contract to continue the organization and called it the Brotherhood of the Holy Shield. Scattered around the world. There is evidence that every generation of leaders of the Aegis Brotherhood has met the King of Eridu. Wise men and warriors from different human civilizations across thousands of years have signed this blood contract together, swearing to follow the original king. Footsteps protect human civilization and fight against threats from above the sky, deep underground and from the heart of mankind.

Further information will have to wait for linguists to decipher the remaining scrolls.

"The laboratory has expanded and compared the genetic samples on all the blood contracts of the Holy Shield Brotherhood, intending to find the genetic genealogy of the first generation of the Holy Shield Brotherhood and find those ancient families. But I have no hope for this, even if these genetic samples are found descendants, they may not have many Information. But Maya Hansen found a piece of data in NASA's medical archives that confirmed that Captain Miller of the Lois and Clark also became a member of the Aegis Brotherhood. This is the strongest evidence. He traveled through time with Captain Miller."

After Joan of Arc finished speaking, she took the whiskey handed by Wanda Maximoff and drank it in one gulp, "Where are Athena and Victor von Doom?"

"Victor von Doom must maintain the country he founded, and he cannot let anyone know about the Emperor's disappearance. Losing him is equivalent to losing the long-range nuclear strike capability - fortunately, mortals believe that his ability is only That's it - if the news leaks out, Victor von Doom plans to take over Karma Taj and stop the rotation of the earth for one day as a deterrent." Bayonetta said with a cold expression. She strongly disagrees with intervening in the secular world by establishing a country, but Salomon has made a choice. As an Italian woman, she must embark on this path together. When the head of the family cannot make a decision, as the matron, she must take up arms and fight against all those who covet the family.

"Athena has left. She won't say anything. I suspect she already knew about it."

"Where's Rosa?" Jeanne asked.

"She went to the ancestral land of the Shadow Witch, intending to dig out the Witch's earliest historical files. She was once a candidate for the clan leader, and many secrets we don't know are open to her. She believes that the Witch may have something to do with our dear big boy. Relationship, such an outstanding man must be "The Shadow Witch's hunting target in every era." Bayonetta said, "She brought Lara Croft, Millia's tutor. I believe what he thinks about Lara. Countless coincidences show that she is." It’s just destiny to find something related to him.”

"Why don't we ask Athena to tell us the truth." Wanda Maximoff stared out the window, "Only she has experienced that era personally. Except for Kamathaj's library, only she knows all the truth."

"If she won't tell, that proves she doesn't think we should know everything right away." Bayonetta put down her tablet, "I suspect Athena is connected to him. Yeah, that's right, I suspect they're in bed. ”

Wanda's face immediately turned red. She had been uneasy ever since she knew Bayonetta knew about this. The black-haired witch glanced at her angrily, "He promised me a long time ago that only I have the right to decide on this matter. His attitude towards you is different, so I allow you to join this family."

"It is said that Athena is his adoptive mother and mentor." Wanda lowered her head and said.

"Athena is a competitor. No one can satisfy her greed. Even the Supreme Mage is wary of her. She regards Salomon as her own warrior. She wants Salomon to achieve her goals. No one can satisfy her. Knowing what consequences this will have - the Olympus pantheon and the Eternals are deeply bound, and no one knows how many Eternals are still alive in the world - now we need to continue to look for the historical relics he left behind. If he survived to this day and age, it would be impossible for him not to contact us. He must be in trouble."

"We didn't find him in Dita Vantees' bed, which speaks volumes." Joan said disdainfully, "If he was still on Earth, this would definitely happen."

Wanda defended in a low voice, "He's not that bad."

"That's because of us, he didn't become a real playboy." Bayonetta said, "I hope this time travel can make him mature, although I don't have any hope for this. The only thing that is certain Yes, he will have many spouses over a long period of time, because he is now completely out of custody and the Praetorian Commander Constantine will not question any of his decisions."

"How about firing a 50 caliber?" Jeanne said.

"I think 75 caliber is better. There are many weapons prepared for the sisterhood in the manor's arsenal."

"What are you talking about?" Wanda raised her head curiously and asked, "Do you know who the enemy is?"

"No, we are just preparing for the welcome ceremony." Joan said, "This is tradition."