Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1015 The War of the Gods

Outside the city in the far east, mountains crumbled and the earth roared.

The Titan's body, after the wind, slowly struggled to rise from the depths of the ruins, its body covered with thick rubble and sand.

Her movements caused the mountain to fracture, and the sound of boulders rolling down was deafening. Her hundred-meter-tall figure was like a giant god rising from the grave, surrounded by howling winds that swept the remaining rubble and dust into the sky.

Her shoulders were embedded in broken rocks, and she used her arms to brace herself against the ground, forcefully pulling her deeply embedded body out with a tearing roar.

Her disheveled appearance did not diminish her aura; on the contrary, it made her look even more insane. The laws of wind ran rampant within her, causing the dark clouds to surge and churn, resembling an upside-down black sea.

On the other side, Xia Xiu stood quietly suspended in the void, as if he were the focus of the entire Far East City.

[Apostle Mode - Enabled]

The three halos of white jade behind him suddenly lit up, their brilliance advancing layer by layer, illuminating the world in an instant.

His pupils and hair turned pure white in an instant, cold and flawless, carrying an aura of majesty beyond the mundane.

The black trench coat vanished silently, replaced by a pristine white robe; his bare feet dangled in the air, untouched by dust, yet the very heavens and earth trembled slightly at his presence.

"Shh-"

Thirty-six pairs of light particle wings slowly unfurled from his back, like the breaking of dawn.

The moment the wings unfolded, the world seemed to be split into two poles of light and shadow; the city, the sky, and the mountains all lost their color under the light.

The light flowed like water, spreading along the veins of the wings and illuminating the entire Far East City.

Countless hearts tightened suddenly, and an indescribable sense of trepidation and awe arose in their chests.

At this moment, he no longer seemed like a human being, but more like an apostle of divine judgment.

Under the dim sky, the rampaging wind had pushed the entire city to the brink of collapse. In the streets and alleys, countless residents huddled under the dilapidated eaves, their eyes fixed on the sky.

The moment those thirty-six pairs of light particle wings slowly unfolded in the void, the entire city seemed to hold its breath simultaneously.

Light shone through the broken tower shadows, the cracked rooftops, and the dusty window frames, illuminating every face hiding in the shadows.

Some people opened their mouths wide but couldn't make a sound; some prostrated themselves on the ground, their foreheads pressed firmly into the mud; and some choked back sobs and cries, not of fear, but of the frantic relief of wilderness survivors who had finally found water.

“Lord, that is the Lord’s…redemption…” the woman and child murmured, their voices trembling.

"The gods... have descended..." an old man cried out, his tears mingling with the soil.

Many more people clasped their hands together, regardless of sect or doctrine. Even if the gods they originally believed in had died or betrayed them, they now regarded the white-robed, golden-eyed figure before them as their last refuge.

Panic and awe intertwined, and the entire city seemed to be forced into a unified emotion under that radiant light—an intense yearning for protection, converging into an invisible tide that surged toward the white figure in the sky.

Not far beneath Xia Xiu, Lupercal, the son of the First Prince, gripped the "Blade of the Wind King" tightly.

His knuckles turned white from the force, and his breathing was so erratic it felt like it was about to explode.

He stared blankly at his father, whose white robe, thirty-six pairs of wings, and flawless eyes gradually blurred in his vision, as if his focus was disrupted by the beating of his heart.

The thoughts in my heart roared like thunder:

"Father...is he a god?"

He tried to speak, but found his voice stuck deep in his throat, leaving only that burning, throbbing sensation pounding in his chest.

At this moment, Xia Xiu was not only his father, but also the god who descended to earth to save them from the depths of the hearts of the entire city.

Lupercal's hands were still trembling.

His gaze remained fixed on Xia Xiu.

That white robe, those thirty-six pairs of luminous wings, that solemn posture that silenced heaven and earth—that was no ordinary person, absolutely not!!!

But that was... Father.

From the man who first took his hand not long ago and bestowed upon him the surname "Abraham," to the man who patiently waited for him in the ruins to bury his false parents, to the man who taught him how to face the "law of revenge"...

Every detail, every word spoken, felt so real, so intimate.

He could clearly remember the look in his father's eyes when he lowered his head; there was no divine indifference in them, only human warmth.

But now, he saw another one—"God".

The light was so intense that it stung Lupercal's eyes, as if he were staring at the sun.

A ridiculous thought suddenly popped into his mind:

If the father is God, then what am I?
Am I truly his offspring, or his follower?
An indescribable emotion surged within him: a longing for intimacy intertwined with an instinctive fear.

The ground beneath his feet trembled, and the prayers of the residents of Far East City surged like a tide, yet he felt as if he had been cast into a deserted island. He both longed for that radiance to fully embrace him and feared that it would engulf him.

Tears welled up involuntarily, stinging down my cheeks.

He didn't know whether he was crying tears of joy or tears of fear.

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After Xia Xiu entered Apostle Mode, his figure was like a shadow in the holy light. With just one step in the void, the distance between heaven and earth collapsed beneath his feet.

The next instant, he was already standing outside Far East City, in front of the Titan's body after the wind.

The colossal shadow, hundreds of meters high, was shrouded in dark clouds, with a storm raging behind her like a cloak.

Upon seeing Xia Xiu, she didn't hesitate for a moment, raising her enormous hand that blotted out the sky and slamming it down.

That moment was like the mythical giant chasing the sun, trying to pull the sun down from the sky with one hand.

Xia Xiu merely raised his eyelids, a slight smile playing on his lips:
"So eager? You've even skipped the proper etiquette?"

The silver staff trembled slightly in his palm, and the [Lever of Heaven] extended, its shaft rising dozens of feet high like a dragon. The inscriptions on the staff lit up on their own, and halos of light meshed and rotated automatically like gears, the great power that pried open the rules spreading along the staff.

boom--

Before the giant, sky-covering hand of the wind could even fall, it was forcefully suppressed by the leverage, its entire movement seemingly "stuck" by an invisible force. The hand froze in mid-air, the finger bones rubbing against the air, producing a piercing roar.

Xia Xiu simply held the long staff with one hand, his movements casual, yet they made the Titan's attacks appear clumsy, like a child's rambling.

At that moment, the sky exploded.

The Bull One fell from the clouds, its massive body like a mountain, its horns flashing with starlight.

It let out a thunderous "Moo—", like the war cry of an ancient god.

The next instant, a deafening impact!

That colossal mechanical bull pressed directly against Feng Hou's waist and abdomen.

The force generated by the intertwining of the skeleton and the metal shell caused the giant body of Feng Hou to bend violently.

The heavens and earth trembled, and the mountains and rivers roared in unison.

A violent storm raged, and sandstorms blotted out the sky.

The scene at that moment was like two gods beyond the mortal realm wrestling, and mortals could only tremble and bow their heads in fear.

At this very moment, Feng Hou's kidneys were being violently rammed by Unit 1.

The giant body of the wind swayed between the mountains and thunderclouds. She gritted her teeth, stretched out her arms, and grabbed the horns of the Bull of Heaven, which were curved like the heavens.

go you! ! !

"Boom—!" The storm exploded instantly!

Her palm gripped the tip of the horn, as if she were wrestling with the very foundation of the heavens.

Dark clouds surged behind her like a black sea, thousands of lightning bolts coiled like angry snakes, and a howling wind seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart.

This scene is like an ancient myth being reenacted—the Titan Queen and the divine bull, separated by the long night and thunder, vying with each other.

The earth beneath our feet cracked into ravines, and gravel and dust were swept up by the gale, turning into a sandstorm that filled the sky.

The roar of the wind, mixed with the sound of the storm, echoed over the Far East City, causing tiles to fly and houses to tremble.

Her arms, like stone pillars supporting the sky, exerted all her strength to withstand the charge of the mechanical giant bull.

In the distance, the residents of Far East City peeked out from the dilapidated eaves and alleys, their eyes all drawn to this divine battle.

Many collapsed to the ground, murmuring in trembling voices, "Is this... a battle of the gods?"

The child cried and buried himself in his mother's arms, but couldn't help peeking at the sky through the gap in his clothes, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.

An elderly man, trembling, raised his shaking hand and looked at the white-robed, winged youth in the air, his voice hoarse: "That is... God's messenger... no, God himself!"

Far East City was shrouded in darkness and howling winds, but in this oppressive atmosphere, countless eyes were fixed on the battlefield.

They witnessed a corrupted Storm King wrestling with an unknown white light deity beneath the heavens.

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High in the sky, Xia Xiu piloted the Heavenly Bull Unit 1, its giant horns repeatedly ramming into the Titan's body behind the wind, causing the heavens and earth to rumble. Just then, his brow furrowed slightly.

In the depths of the etheric sea, his "primordial form" is being entangled by something.

Xia Xiu's true nature is a blazing sun burning in the void ocean.

Glory does not shine upon all things, but destroys them; it does not bestow warmth, but proclaims the end.

The blazing sun hung silently, but at this moment, something suddenly touched me.

A prayer from below.

The terror and awe of the residents of Far East City, their shouts and prostrations, converged into a wave invisible to the naked eye. This wave rushed toward the blazing sun of the end, like the whispers of countless mortals striking the eardrums of a deity.

Xia Xiu immediately realized that it was the power transformed from "faith".

It is abundant, but impure, mixed with fear, craving and delusion, like a turbid flood poured into a vessel.

"The myriad realms are indeed the stronghold of the faith-based world... As long as faith arises, it will unconsciously gather a power. Even if the faith itself is distorted and broken, it can still nourish the object of worship." Xia Xiu murmured to himself.

Those who are crowned or even miracle workers are like a huge source of radiation, with great power surrounding them, constructing their own Ajiba field.

The faith of mortals is itself another kind of radiation—when the two converge, it's like two torrents merging in the void, creating even greater waves.

The Department of Tactical Theology has long put forward similar arguments, stating that faith can not only determine the ownership of power, but also complement, enhance, and even distort new results when colliding with the crowned Ajiba field.

"...What a troublesome thing."

This sudden blessing of faith, if bestowed upon any other crowned figure, might have been accepted as a gift. But in his eyes, this impure element meant more hidden dangers and corruption.

In the void, Xia Xiu's thirty-six pairs of wings of light slowly unfurled, pouring down holy radiance.

The residents of Far East City still looked up and worshipped, even though their hearts were filled with both fear and awe. But that emotion, deep within the ether, rippled and struck directly upon his "Sun of the End".

Xia Xiu saw it and felt it.

He remained silent for a moment, then sighed inwardly.

"This is the ailment of mortals—they need a god, a transcendent being, to bear all their fears and hopes; what they see in their eyes is not the real me, but the god they desire."

For Xia Xiu, this was an extremely dangerous path.

He understood the essence of faith very well.

Deities are not naturally existing high-level beings.

In the logic of the myriad realms of faith, gods are conceptual entities shaped by the minds of mortals.

The more a person invests in faith, the more they project their emotions, prayers, and spirit onto a symbol, the more that symbol will be imbued with power and gradually develop a sense of self.

This power, seemingly a gift, is actually a backlash. Because once you accept it, it means you are molded by mortals; your appearance, personality, and even your beliefs will be rewritten in the minds of countless believers.

Xia Xiu was not unfamiliar with such outcomes.

Many pure ideals and thoughts, because they are immersed in the faith of ordinary people, eventually become slaves to the human mind.

Their ideals have been exhausted by faith and religion, their original intentions have been replaced, and they are no longer themselves, but have become the representatives and packaging of the "collective unconscious of believers".

Is this really okay?
Xia Xiu's answer was, of course: No!

Therefore, he had to correct the illusion that "I am a god" in the eyes of ordinary people.

He is not a god.

He is the Crowned One, the Apostle of Heaven, an existence founded on will and truth. His power comes from the control of the elements and the extension of the lineage, not from the fanatical prayers of mortals.

What he wants to spread is not "worship of me", but "belief in the truth".

The purpose of the Kingdom of Heaven is never to create more gods, but to pull civilization out of the countless viruses of chaos and heresy, and to liberate humanity from the cycle of worship and enslavement.

"What the Kingdom of Heaven needs is knowledge and reason, not new chains."

However, even understanding all this, he could not immediately sever the mortals' deification of him.

At times, he was even forced to harness this trend, transforming it into a controllable force to combat chaos.

The establishment of Horizon was born under this logic.

He knew all too well that faith was a double-edged sword.

When mortals gather their hopes and fears onto a certain symbol, they can generate a powerful Ajiba field that can resist heresy, but it can also corrupt and distort the symbol.

But right now, his struggle with the Fifth Church has already reached a fever pitch. If he doesn't take advantage of their strength, it means he will be completely swallowed up on the eve of the storm.

Therefore, he can only accept, or even push for, this for the time being.

Even so, he would not allow his projection to disturb the residents of Far East City too much.

He had to be restrained enough and not overdo it.

Moreover, the most urgent task at present is to deal with the Storm King in front of him as soon as possible; his attention is entirely focused on what lies ahead.

The Titan's body after the wind is tearing and wrestling with the Bull of the Sky Unit 1.

The behemoth roared, its horns pressing down relentlessly; the wind queen's arms trembled, the bones in her shoulders collapsing as if exploding in the storm, the laws of wind raging wildly within her, dark clouds churning, thunder deafening, yet already showing signs of exhaustion.

Xia Xiu could see it clearly.

Her strength was waning; each block felt like burning away the last remnants, and each swing carried an inevitable decay.

"it's time."

Xia Xiu's mind was as firm as iron, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He knew this was the time for repression.