Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1004 The New Perfect Embryo
Inside the tower, the wind whistled against the walls, and banners fluttered in the wind.

Fenghou sat on his throne, his gaze still fixed on the city ruins and the night sky.

The fire pit lowered the flames, and layers of shadows overlapped on the stone wall. Three illusory figures emerged from the wind marks and stepped into the center of the hall.

The projections of the three kings of thunder, clouds, and rain emerged from the Far East City.

The King of Thunder spoke first, his voice like the beating of a drum, his words pressing out like tiny chips from a crack in the wall:
"After the wind, something's been wrong in Far East City lately. A group of heretics have appeared in the streets and alleys, chanting prayers not from Saint Cuthbert, and carrying an unfamiliar aura."

And today we received news that the church in St. Cuthbert was flooded and the Patriarch died suddenly—such a major incident has occurred in your territory, you owe us an explanation… Speak, what is your connection to the source of this anomaly in this peaceful kingdom?”

A beam of lightning streaked across the roof ridge, and the thunder drowned out the sound of the wind.

Feng Hou did not get up, but only raised her eyes, her voice clear, cold, and crisp:
“King of Thunder, the Far East City is my territory. We four corners are equal and do not belong to one another. This is the law of the Old Testament of Abelio.”

"Therefore, you have no right to interfere in matters concerning my territory."

As soon as these words were spoken, the lightning intensified. The clouds outside the palace were torn to shreds, the tower trembled, and the copper nails rattled.

The King of Thunder stepped forward, a white-hot arc illuminating his palm:
"Are you trying to pressure me with the Old Testament? Abelio has caused such a disaster, and you're saying I have no right to comment?"

Without a doubt, the Thunder King is the most hot-tempered of the four Storm Kings. The Wind Queen's aloof and indifferent attitude really displeased this hot-tempered king.

The King of Clouds raised his sleeve to block the two, and with a flick of his robe, the storm in the palace subsided by half an inch.

His voice was calm and unhurried, like a heavy fog pressing down on a city:
"Stop it, everyone. Feng Hou is right. The four kings are not subordinate to each other; that's the rule. But now is not the time to argue."

He looked around at the four walls and continued:
"The Kingdom of Peace is undergoing a great upheaval unseen in a millennium. Saint Cuthbert has closed the Kingdom of God and cut off pilgrimage routes. His church has been clearing out sources of corruption in various places in the past two days. A high patriarch in Far East City has died suddenly, and the city has been attacked by an unknown force. This is not just a matter of Feng Hou's territory, but a security issue for the entire plane."

The King of Thunder snorted coldly, the arc of electricity receding slightly, but still lingering on the back of his palm:

"For Yun's sake, I'll hold off on fighting with you, you unreasonable fellow."

Seeing that he had calmed the hot-tempered fellow down, the Cloud King then turned his gaze to the Wind Queen:

“There is one thing that King Lei is absolutely right about: we just want to understand the source of the anomaly. In the name of the peace of the plane, we must ask three questions: where did the heretics come from, why did the church leaders die suddenly, and are the attackers still in the city? Wind Queen, you are the leader of the East Pole, your answer will determine the next move of Saint Cuthbert and the various sects.”

The Queen of Wind then leaned forward from her throne, tapping her knuckles on the armrest, the two clear sounds echoing in the wind:
“I am not refusing dialogue, but rather preventing overstepping my authority. I will rebuild order in Far East City, and I will lead the investigation. If you want to know the intelligence, I can give you a summary; if you want to interfere in my military and political affairs, I will not allow it.”

The King of Rain, who had been taciturn throughout, spoke only at this moment, his voice cold and damp:

"Then you should at least tell us about the unexpected incident in Far East City today."

Seated on her throne, Fenghou gazed down at the brazier in the center of the palace. Her crown remained motionless, only her sleeves were constantly billowing in the wind. Her reply was only four words, cold and ruthless:
"No comment."

The phantoms of the three kings trembled simultaneously, lightning surged, rain and mist condensed into ice, and clouds churned.

Before they could refute, a massive crown suddenly appeared behind the Wind Queen. It was no ordinary decoration, but the very law of the wind itself—the encircling halo of wind sliced ​​through the void like a blade, howling and swirling, causing the air inside the palace to suddenly collapse.

"You can go back!"

With a low shout, the laws of wind swirled around the crown, crushing the illusory connections. The projections of the three Storm Kings twisted violently, gradually dissipating amidst angry shouts, questions, and cold snorts. The palace returned to silence, with only the sound of banners breaking lingering in the wind.

Loneliness descends.

Feng Hou sat alone atop the tower. The firelight from the brazier illuminated her pale face. Suddenly, she reached out and covered her face, her shoulders trembling slightly with each breath.

"I can't forget... I can't forget..." she murmured to herself, her voice high-pitched and trembling, like a child pleading in a nightmare.

Then, another deep voice squeezed out from her throat, as if she had become a different person, and a crazed light suddenly flashed in her eyes:
"Investigate! Investigate everything! Even at the cost of the entire Far East City—we must find those two tentacles!"

Her fingertips dug deep into the skin of her cheek, beads of blood dripping from between her fingers. The sharp blade of the Wind Crown still hung high above her head, as if echoing this torn obsession.

Her pupils dilated suddenly, and the metal crown of wind emitted a faint tinkling sound.

The fire in the brazier was reduced to a thin line, the banners stopped fluttering, and the wind direction of the entire hall was forcibly straightened by a "northward" pull.

At the deepest point of her gaze, a shadowy figure materialized—the phantom tentacles of the Fifth Truth unfolded from the depths of her eyes.

A star-shaped entity first appears, with five outward-spreading arms. Its surface is covered with grayish-white granular vesicles and rings of suction cup patterns. At its center is a black and white concentric "eye," slowly contracting as if focusing. Five long limbs crawl along the edge of the field of vision, shedding fine silver-gray "flakes" as they move. These flakes evaporate instantly upon hitting the air, leaving only a salty, rusty smell. A thin band of color trails around the outer edge of the five arms, red, orange, and blue overlapping like an oil film—not light, but the refraction of memory.

hum-

Low-frequency noise squeezed into her eardrums, and thunder and whale calls blended into a long line.

Her teeth felt sore, her tongue felt numb, and her skin developed a layer of tiny bumps.

She covered her left eye, her breath coming in short gasps: "No...don't let it escape...record it, remember it—"

Another voice immediately followed, cold and resolute:
"Investigate everything, at all costs, and if necessary, destroy the entire city to retrieve His two tentacles!!!"

The night outside the window was pressed into an arc-shaped black mark.

The strange, star-shaped shadow stretched out an arm, its suction cups sticking to the night, creating rows of iridescent noise; with each stick, a new out-of-focus "spot" appeared inside the tower, the wind patterns carved in stone were rewritten into a pentagonal array, and the laws of the wind were twisted into an incorrect wind rose on the crown.

A ring of water droplets seeped from the edge of the brazier, flowing upwards against gravity and merging into her pupils.

She forced her head up, and the sharp blades of the Wind Crown lit up one by one.

Behind the crown, the wind's commandment etched in the air began to swirl back: the characters were straightened, the tendrils twitched in her eyes, the suction cups loosened in circles, and the star-shaped body retracted; the black and white "eye" contracted for the last time, raising a thin slit to cast a cold gaze at her, before sinking into the shadows in its eye.

The sound of wind filled the hall once again.

The fire has recoiled, and the banners are being revived.

She lowered her hand, her palms sweaty, her fingertips still burning slightly—the memories that had been gnawed away were slowly returning, like the tide receding into the trench, but the edges were still missing a ring.

She leaned close to the armrest of the throne and repeated in a low voice:

“We must not forget, we must not forget… We must find the two tentacles in the city, in the waterways, in the prayer procession…”

"And...his offspring, his offspring have descended upon Abelio. Find him, make him submit, or kill his offspring..."

……

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Inside the Far East City, in a dark and nameless basement.

The stone walls were damp, the iron chains rattled, and the air was thick with the lingering smell of disinfectant and the sweet, raw stench of roasted flesh. The lights from the multi-functional operating table were blindingly white, casting a cold, stark shadow on the wall. Xia Xiu quietly put away the surgical instruments, removed his blood-soaked white gloves, and wiped his palms with his fingertips; the warmth of the flesh still lingered.

Just now, he personally performed the twenty-four surgeries of the Holy Forging on Monford, during which he also used the [Flesh of God] of the Desire Flesh.

With the assistance of [Flesh of God], the other party will basically not experience any rejection.

This is the power of the Fleshline lineage—possessing terrifying flesh-modification technology that can evolve mortals into flesh-and-blood enemies.

Monford suddenly opened his eyes, his chest heaving violently, like a drowning person struggling to surface from stagnant water.

The power in his limbs erupted in that instant, and he almost broke free of the restraints on the operating table, but then realized that he was no longer weak.

His breath was scalding hot, and his blood surged through his veins, swelling as if his bones were about to burst.

"This...is me?" he murmured, his voice several times deeper and heavier than usual.

He subconsciously raised his arm, his muscles bulging like steel cables, and the blood vessels under his skin flowing like veins of flame, accompanied by the roar of his heartbeat.

He suddenly realized that his body proportions were different from usual—his height had swelled to over two meters, and everything around him looked strange and new from a different perspective.

It was an oppressive presence. Just standing there, it was like an unshakeable iron wall.

What's even more awe-inspiring is that when he closes his eyes and focuses on his breathing, he can feel his flesh contracting and shrinking in a certain rhythm. His bones and spine emit a faint cracking sound, and his height slowly compresses until he returns to his original physique—but that power still lies dormant within him, ready to be released again at any moment.

“I can…control it…” An incredulous glint flashed in Monford’s eyes as he clenched his fist, the air crackling with a deafening roar.

Xia Xiu chuckled softly, his gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny and appreciation:

"Can you feel it? That's the twenty-four transformations forged by the Holy One, plus the assistance of [Flesh of God]. Your flesh and blood have been reborn—without rejection, without loss. You are now the first true recipient of flesh in the Horizon Wolf Pack."

Monford rose from the operating table, his feet striking the hard stone floor with a low rumble.

He looked down at his hands, where the veins bulged like steel cables and the muscles beneath his skin seemed to be cast in molten iron. He slowly stretched out his arms, and as his knuckles twisted, they seemed to pull the air, producing a tinkling sound like a bowstring.

Subconsciously clenched his fists—

boom!
The air suddenly exploded, and with a casual strike, the thick walls of the stone chamber collapsed instantly, scattering stone chips and dust like artillery fire.

The entire basement trembled, dust filled the air, and rubble tumbled down. Cracks spread out like a spider web, and a gap the size of a bowl was torn open in the stone wall. The aftershocks even caused nearby metal equipment to tilt and sway.

Monford stood frozen in place, his heart pounding like a war drum, his blood roaring through his veins.

He felt as if he had transformed into a wild beast that had just been released, every inch of his flesh and bones roaring.

"This...is my new life?" His voice was hoarse and low, yet filled with ecstasy.

Xia Xiu casually flicked his wrist, and the silver cane landed in his palm with a soft hum. An invisible wind swept away the dust around him, not daring to approach. His gaze fell on Monford, a smile playing on his lips, as if he were looking at a wild dog that had just been released.

“Hound,” he whispered. “Next, you need to learn to control yourself, not become addicted.”

After saying that, he flipped his hand and took out a pitch-black capsule from his pocket.

The capsule was only the size of a thumb. Xia Xiu gently tapped it with his fingertip, and the capsule made a soft click. Immediately, the entire operating table twisted and collapsed in the light and shadow, as if it had been squeezed into a small black box.

"This machine comes from the Mortal Courtyard. Inside it are the genetic seeds of the first Children of the Courtyard, as well as the STC program forged by the first six Saints."

"It can cut through the flesh and blood of mortals, sow the seeds of the courtyard, and grant them steel bodies to resist Mother—now it belongs to you, take it and build the wolf pack army on the horizon."

Monford held the thumb-sized capsule in both hands with an almost pious posture.

The object was incredibly heavy in his palm, as if it were supporting the entire future.

His chest heaved, and he couldn't help but raise his head, asking in a hoarse but cautious voice:
"My lord... how many wolf warriors can it create? Will there be... any side effects?"

Xia Xiu then said to Monford with a sense of responsibility:
“The Gene Seeds are Horizon’s precious assets, and there are three hundred of them pre-stored here—enough for you to create three hundred first-generation wolf pack warriors.”

He paused, then lightly tapped his cane on the stone ground, sending sparks flying.

"However... don't expect everyone to be as lucky as you. Because I didn't personally operate it, even though the machine's program is perfect, it will still have cracks. There will definitely be aftereffects. The integration of flesh and blood with the seed takes time, and not everyone can withstand it."

"They will experience pain, they will go mad, and they will be stripped of some of their humanity in the aftermath of the transformation. Some will succeed and become true wolves. Others will die on the operating table."

Xia Xiu took a step closer, his golden eyes shining like the blazing sun, making Monford's breath catch in his throat:
"You must learn to choose the fiercest hunting dogs."

Monford replied nervously:
"...Understood, sir. I will carefully select the members of the wolf pack."

Next, Xia Xiu let Monford get used to his body first, and then he went to search for wolf pack members.

He then disappeared under Monford's respectful gaze.

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Outside the city in the far east, the wind howled. Amidst the ruins, the grass and trees bowed low, and everything was silent in the night.

A twisted Möbius strip spun in the air, and then Xia Xiu's figure appeared.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes, and the silver cane spun in his palm, its ring gradually dissipating.

He raised his hand and slowly pressed it against his chest, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his consciousness suddenly plunged into the deep and cold depths of his own being, reaching into the darkness.

The next instant, a piece of parchment appeared in Xia Xiu's palm.

Around the parchment were a ring of complex, twisted runes, their shapes strange and eerie, as if whispering in an ancient language. The whispers did not enter the ears but went directly into the mind, each syllable stirring the soul, making one feel as if they were in a thousand-year-old ruin, kneeling before an altar.

In the very center of the parchment floats a pure black seal.

This is naturally the Third Seal - Black Seal.

“There’s new feedback…” Xia Xiu couldn’t help but frown. “It just so happens at this time. There was no reaction before… Is this a perfect embryo with intelligence?”

On the eve of Xia Xiu establishing the wolf pack, [Black Seal] received new feedback.

New embryos have appeared, and these embryos seem to be a little different from the previous failed embryos...