The mole's mind seemed to be thrown into an endless abyss, and he felt as if he was sinking in an endless ocean.

His body was so heavy that he didn't even have the strength to move a finger, and he was enveloped in a strong feeling of suffocation, which made him almost give up struggling.

At this moment, a shocking scene unfolded before his eyes—a huge body, 100 meters high, suspended above the ocean.

The body is made up of countless gears, steam pumps, integrated circuits, and turbines, and each of its components works with precision and exudes a suffocating force.

And what shocked the mole the most was the huge palm that the body stretched out to him.

The palm of the hand covered the sky and the sun, and on it burned a raging [fire of data], which was both a force for destruction and a source of creation.

In the light of that flame, the mole felt as if his existence had been completely ignited, and his consciousness reached an unprecedented clarity in that moment.

However, this feeling of detachment was instantly shattered by an exclamation.

"Ahh

The mole awoke from his dreamlike slumber, and he subconsciously looked around, trying to confirm his location.

He found himself still curled up on the same steps, on which he had apparently passed out, and that all the shocking sights were nothing more than a dream.

But this dream, for the mole, has an indescribable reality, every detail of the huge machine, every beat of the fire of data, deeply imprinted in his memory.

He stood up slowly, his body still feeling weak from the dream.

"You're awake."

The familiar sound caused the mole to react, and he looked up at the source of the sound.

The blonde youth was looking down on him from the high steps, his golden eyes shining brightly in the sun.

"Are you...... Fire Stealers. ”

His voice trembled with an unconcealed tremor.

The name "Fire Stealer" will be familiar to anyone who studies mechanics and technology.

It represents Hugh Abraham, a blasphemer from the abyss (heaven) who breaks with tradition, challenges the established order, and steals the authority of the god of all machines.

Ever since Xia Xiu returned from a business trip back from the Iberian Seas, the Mechists of the Daevite Empire have come to call him the Fire Stealer.

This title is quite popular in the external network led by the abnormal lineage, so when he heard the mole say his name, he couldn't help but make a joke.

"It seems that you have climbed [the Wall of Sighs] to surf the outside amorphous web...... Oh, I guess it's out there collecting information. ”

As he spoke, he also noticed the mole with sweaty palms and trembling slightly, so he smiled and said with relief:

"Don't be afraid, after all, I'm a little different from the other [Crowners], and I've sprinkled a little bit of cognitive influence on my portrait. Therefore, even if other people see my picture, if their thaumaturgical level and spirituality are not too high, it will be difficult for them to remember me; And those who can remember me may not be able to recognize me when they see me in person. ”

[The crowned] are already the bodies of the apostles on earth, and they all possess the ability to "perceive whatever is said."

And everything that concerns them will be tainted with [elementality], and they can give a little [elemental shock] to those who have seen their pictures if they want to.

Xia Xiu, as the most famous [Crowner] in the Heavenly Kingdom, gave him a nickname and frantically circulated his portraits and photos.

After all, even if the [Crowner] can hit people along the network line, as long as the base of the discussion, the network line is chaotic enough, and the level of the thaumaturgist in charge of the situation is high enough, a small [element impact] can be diluted at once.

As for those who can't be diluted - that's still on the fart spectrum network, and they deserve to be blown up.

Since Xia Xiu was promoted to the [Crowned One], he has also had a lot of experience with "everything that is said, it must be perceived".

In his own perception, this ability is like a regular target of people who are lower than his own level - [people nearby].

Anyone mentions him, or comes across his portrait, etc., and is added to the [Nearby People] directory, which displays different numbers depending on the individual's thaumaturgical level.

For example, an ordinary person, Xia Xiu clicked on [People Nearby], he could see his specific location clearly or watch the real-time live broadcast, and if he spent the power of [Vashak] elements, he could even find out the other party's "dynamics" for nearly thirty days.

And if he wanted to, he could activate [elemental shock] with his senses.

For those with a slightly higher level of thaumaturgy, you can only see the approximate location, and the specific information cannot be checked.

However, Xia Xiu could still unleash [Elemental Shock] on him at will.

However, he is a kind-hearted person, and he only sprinkled hundreds of millions of points about himself [Crown Blessing: Completion Collapse] and [Crown Blessing: Weak Thinking Influence]......

Under normal circumstances, people who have seen his photos have already been affected by his mother-to-mother virus.

Some people may remember his appearance, and some people may not remember his appearance......

However, whether you remember it or not, as long as you meet him personally.

Even if Xia Xiu didn't do anything, the ubiquitous [weakened presence] around him would have a sense of contact with those who had been seeded by the Mimoma virus.

As a thaumaturgist of the second stage, the mole must be able to remember Xia Xiu's appearance, after all, the other party is the director of the administration bureau and the fourth sword-wielder in the heavenly kingdom.

However, he still didn't recognize his boss at the first moment just now, and if it weren't for Xia Xiu's contact with [Weakened Sense of Presence], he wouldn't have had any chance to discover the other party at all.

"I'll give you five minutes to slow down, and when you get over, we'll talk again."

Xia Xiu's gentle words sounded in his ears, like an amiable big brother next door.

However, the mole's heart is like falling into an ice cave, and the cold is biting.

"The act of killing intent triggered by fear, and then driven by killing intent......" he said to himself with a shudder in his heart.

As a follower of [Maxwellism] in machines, the Mole has always guided his actions with logic and science, believing in the absoluteness and purity of the way of machines.

However, the experience just now made him deeply aware that his reaction in extreme fear and chaos was completely out of logic and self-control, and his behavior was as if he was being manipulated by some invisible force to act according to the established procedure, which was undoubtedly a great shock to him who has always regarded himself as rational.

He's like...... Marionettes are generally manipulated.

The blonde young man with a bright smile in front of him had an indescribable demonic nature.

This kind of demonic nature is not evil, but a power and charm that transcends the scope of ordinary people's comprehension, which makes people both awe and unable to extricate themselves.

The mole felt as if he was drawn into an unknown and mysterious whirlpool, and even though he was deeply uneasy and fearful, he could not resist the urge to explore and get closer.

A crisis is a risk!

Thinking of this, the mole went into action.

He approached Xia Xiu step by step, his heart full of apprehension and uneasiness.

He felt like he was stepping on thin ice with every step, for fear that if he was not careful, he would completely break and put himself in an irreparable situation.

The mole on thin ice has finally reached its destination.

He finally stood at the foot of Xia Xiu's three steps, his posture low-key and respectful, as if a courtier was offering his deepest respect to his king.

In front of Xia Xiu, the mole's heart seemed to set off a brainstorm, various thoughts and topics quickly flashed through his mind, and he tried to find a question that could not only express his concern but not cause misunderstanding.

Eventually, he chose a relatively safe topic:

"How long have I been asleep?"

When the question blurted out, Mole couldn't help but regret that the question might seem overly simplistic or even ridiculous, but considering his actions just now—trying to crack [Adam], and the attack on the Director—he thought it was a relatively unawkward question.

"Fifteen minutes." Xia Xiu's answer was concise and clear, but there was no reproach or severity in his tone, but then there was a hint of playful arc.

He easily changed the subject: "I think we should talk about other topics, like about your deciphering [Adam], how about it?" ”

The mole felt the fine sweat on his forehead become more dense, and Xia Xiu's sudden question made his nervousness rise again.

Xia Xiu then asked, "How many verifications, security restrictions, and other forms of protection mechanisms have you bypassed?" ”

The mole struggled in his heart, he knew that his actions had touched the bottom line of the Authority, and might even affect his career and even his life.

Driven by this intricate emotion, the mole chooses to confess: "I ...... I bypassed the three-layer verification mechanism, and there were two more layers just now that I tried, but it didn't work. ”

He lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Xia Xiu's eyes, feeling uneasy about the upcoming evaluation or punishment in his heart.

"Three-layer verification mechanism......" Xia Xiumo rubbed his chin, "Do you know how many layers of verification mechanism Adam has?" ”

The mole replied honestly, "I only know that there are a thousand and one verification mechanisms in the outermost layer of the peripheral lineage, which is the rumored "One Thousand and One Nights" of Heaven. ”

"It seems that the Mechanical Church still knows a lot about the genealogy of the Heavenly Kingdom, and it seems that they also want to complete the reverse engineering of the Heavenly Genealogy."

Xia Xiu joked with a smile.

Then, he looked at the mole.

He first glanced at the metal prosthetic figure on his left hand, and then looked at the decreasing [Time Scale] on his right hand with interest.

His eyes became pure white as snow in an instant, as if they could penetrate all appearances and go straight to the essence of things.

When his gaze landed on the [time scale] on the mole's right hand, an unspeakable malice peered back at him.

Twenty years.

This is the remaining lifespan of the mole.

The numbers on the [time scale] are not only a cold countdown to life, but also an invisible shackle that binds the mole tightly.

This power, full of desecration and distortion of the essence of life, is not a simple death prediction, but a kind of despair and fear deeply implanted in the soul.

In Xia Xiu's eyes, what is hidden behind these numbers is a continuous and deep corrosion of time and life, a kind of malice that even miracles are difficult to shake.

This malice, like tentacles growing from the deepest darkness, entangles and twists, trying to devour the brilliance of all life.

He could feel that every second that passed on [the time scale] was an erosion of the mole's soul, a silent curse that kept whispering in his ear, telling stories of doom and despair.

"Red King ......"

Xia Xiu whispered inwardly. He has fought more than once for that boundless evil.

On the other side, when Xia Xiu's gaze fell on the mole's right hand [time scale], he felt a fiery pain coming from his right hand, which was engraved on his body and soul like a soldering iron.

His eyes were fixed on the constantly flowing numbers on his right wrist, as if searching for some kind of answer, perhaps relief, in this flow.

[Timescale]......

Just paused!?

When that moment of pause appeared, his heart was in chaos.

The pause, almost elusively short, was both a release and a deeper restraint

The mole tries to make sense of this phenomenon, only to find that its understanding of time seems vague and uncertain.

Did that momentary stop really happen?

Or was it just his delusion in excruciating pain and fear?

As time flowed again, the burning pain began to fade, but the shock and uneasiness that remained in my heart were like a tide, and it was difficult to calm down. The mole's gaze moved from his wrist to Xia Xiu, his eyes full of excitement.

"I see, that's what you want." Xia Xiu looked at the mole that was looking at him excitedly.

His voice was low and powerful, and he reached out and gently stroked the top of the mole's head, feeling his body trembling slightly with excitement.

There was a lot of understanding and compassion in his words.

"Whether it's going to a foreign country, or joining the Authority, deciphering Adam, it's all for this ......"

"You want to liberate the Daevite Empire?"

It seems as if this question is not just an inquiry to the mole, but more like a declaration to the whole world.

Yes, he wants to liberate the Daevite Empire. The mole roared from the depths of its soul.

"You...... You can break the curse of the Book of Hours. He looked at Xia Xiu excitedly.