Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1030 72-Hour Cleanup Operation VI: The Corruption of Chaos
Inside the Governor's Palace.

Xia Xiu sat upright in his chair, one hand resting on the armrest, the other flipping through battle reports from the second battlefield.

His expression was calm, but a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“Madam Mirror…interesting.” He murmured the name.

Just then, the magic network projector on the wall flickered, and a stream of dark blue data transformed into a human form. The phantom of the Demon King Amund stood steadily beside the throne.

He glanced at the contents of the report, blinked, and chuckled.

"This capitalist Abelio certainly knows how to read the situation," Armand said with a hint of sarcasm and mockery. "These opportunists who willingly kneel down and lick your shoes before the purge even begins—it seems every era, every place, has its share of them."

"Be careful, Abraham. A dog that pounces on you so readily has big teeth; it might suddenly bite you one day."

Amund clearly didn't have much affection for people like Madam Mirror. After offering his disdain, he turned his gaze to Xia Xiu and asked him:
"Would you like to take this dog in?"

He chuckled softly, a laugh that resembled that of a hunter spotting a wild dog with smooth fur and unknown loyalty.

He replied, "Why not?"

The Lord of the Horizon stretched out his hands and rubbed his temples, saying:

"That's how the Political Department is. It's never a competition of morality, but a management of power. In the structure of power, morality is a garment that can be worn and taken off, while loyalty is the real currency."

"Of course, you can't expect a dog to be very loyal. As long as it doesn't bite its owner or its guests, it's fine to keep it as a guard dog. The fact that she chose to surrender at the most opportune moment means that her vision and decision-making are not reflected."

"It's a good thing that Lady Mirror surrendered; she knows what she should do."

The phantom of Demon King Amond shrugged slightly, a mocking smile appearing on his data-driven face, tinged with a half-serious, half-joking tone:
“That’s true… the leash of the Lord of the Horizon is indeed enough to keep these wild dogs in check.”

He turned around, his gaze no longer fixed on the projection of the second battlefield, but slowly turned to the other end of the map—that shadowy region that had not yet been conquered.

The third battlefield.

That area, still marked with a red warning indicator on the map, is the final clearing point in the current operation to eliminate the city of Jidu—and also a tough nut to crack.

"The one who made the move this time is the son of Shougui, whom you personally supported."

He turned to look at Xia Xiu, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Hopefully he can deliver a...stellar performance. At least he needs to produce a satisfactory result, right?"
After all, this is his debut, and also our opportunity to witness the results of the weaponization of anomalous entities project.

Xia Xiu did not answer immediately.

He slowly stood up, his gaze calmly settling on the area of ​​the third battlefield.

The fire and pollution signals there are constantly flashing.

The ground there trembled constantly, and the space frequently showed signs of collapse and healing, as if the entire battlefield itself was an unstable fragment of reality.

In the center of the battlefield, a special marker was slowly advancing—it was the battle path of the First Son.

Xia Xiu said in a low voice:
"He has to succeed, not for me, and not for the horizon."

"But it was for himself, to prove himself—for the faith he carried, his name, and... the crown he would eventually wear."

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Nine-story old town, deep in the sewers.

This is a forgotten dead zone, the Black Bell Experiment Zone.

Although order prevails within the black walls, twisted life and mysterious pollution have been brewing in this ruin that reeks of blood and rust.

Today, this dark realm hidden deep within the sewers has finally reached its destined moment.

The metallic humming sound swirled in the air.

Several electrified cables hung from the half-collapsed dome, flashing with eerie blue light, while the air was filled with a burnt stench and an unidentified fishy smell.

The art style here is clearly out of place with Abelio's style, and obviously, these foreign objects such as wires are only recently added.

In the ruins of this dilapidated laboratory, a figure stands alone before a broken iron platform.

He was tall and silent, his body covered in metallic modifications that clung to him like maggots, suppressing his humanity into the cold, ruthless logic of machines.

That was Heshar Sin Karut—nicknamed: Magnet Lord.

He is no longer human.

He now proclaims himself the Lord of Black Bell, a pioneer of pollution, and an agent of chaos technology.

During the period when the Fifth Church infiltrated the Far East, he was the first to open the inner city passages and welcome the whispers of heretical deities.

That conversation utterly destroyed Heshar's soul and body—it was during that twisted oracle ritual of divine descent that he first sensed the existence of the Four Lords.

That is the essence of chaos, the mother of the mother.

After that, he swallowed the fruit but refused to evolve into the ultimate state of "humanity." Instead, he transformed himself into a vessel, embedding the polluted core of chaotic technology into his spinal cord, surgically replacing his internal organs with high-pressure magnetic storage bodies, and modifying his shoulders into floating magnetic rail arrays.

From his spine to his limbs, from his nerves to his eyes, every inch of his body was "polluted".

That day, he received a response.

The great Lord of Chaos whispered in response to his transformation—he was granted a new rank and elevated to the title of Chaos Champion.

He became the experimental enforcer of Chaos in the Far East City. His soul was engraved with runes, his blood was rewritten by the rules of Chaos, and he was no longer bound by the logic of nature.

If he can complete the spread plan of the "Mother Virus" and the experiment of the "Contamination Perpetual Circuit", he will officially step into the next stage - the Chosen of Chaos.

But before the plan could be completed, the light of judgment descended first.

"...the blazing, dark sun."

The Magnetic Lord's single eye reflected a rusty red light. He could sense the black sun beyond the sky, above the torrent of order, blocking all the chaos from encroaching—that was the Lord of the Horizon, the destroyer who cleansed the miracles.

And now—Abraham’s sharpest knife, his fiercest hound, the firstborn son, Lupercal Abraham—has arrived.

The ground cracked, and the roar of the hovercar's engine tore through the silence as it crashed down like an apocalyptic iron dragon.

The scorching metal walls of the Black Bell experimental zone began to vibrate, and sharp electromagnetic whistles echoed from the abandoned pipes. The stench of decay and the polluting spores in the air began to roam restlessly.

"really……"

In the experimental central control room, which was flashing a morbid green light, he grinned, revealing a twisted smile, as if rusty blades were squeezing steel teeth.

"Just as the prophecy foretold..."

As he watched the floating vehicle land in the distance, his eyes, reshaped by high-voltage electricity and the burns of the virus, narrowed slightly.

"The son of Abraham has finally come."

The magnetic field swirled, causing even the surrounding steel rails to twist and deform. Runes on the wall surface lit up one by one, and the entire Black Bell experimental area awoke as if it were alive.

The magnet slowly opened its arms.

"As long as I kill you—"

"As long as I slay the son of Abraham in the magnetic collapse, I will be able to—"

He growled menacingly, his voice crackling with electricity:

"Having received the complete blessings of four great beings, I will... directly ascend to the rank of Chaos Lord!"

That was the glory he had always dreamed of—a divinely chosen position that transcended humanity, the mortal body, and even the virus!
I am now just a champion of chaos.

But going any further will lead to the staircase paved with decay, slaughter, desire, and deceit—becoming the sixth level of the "Chaos Genealogy."

The magnificent staircase flashed through his mind, its steps from lowest to highest as follows:

Chaos Servants and Mutants → Chaos Warrior Class ≤ Chaos Demon (Warrior) → Chaos Champion → Chaos Chosen → Chaos Lord → Chaos Servant (Ascended) ≤ Chaos Archdeacon → Ether Lord.

The sixth-tier Chaos Lords can communicate with the will of the monarch, directly command a Chaos army, and reverse the rules of the present world; they are the agents of Chaos.

I will kill you! I will send your soul to chaos—I will banish the title of Corruption Lord!

The Magnet Lord roared, his metallic prosthetic body humming, and the magnetic pole array on his back released beams of light composed of Mother particles. The curved space around him vibrated and collapsed, and those flowing particles were burning faith—the gaze of the Four Lords of Chaos was peering through space and time at this sacrifice.

He didn't know why the four monarchs cared so much about that boy.

But it is not important.

Chaos needs no reason, only result.

As long as he kills the son of Abraham and sends that soul into eternal chaos, he will be promoted, blessed, and become the true Lord of Corruption!
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Meanwhile, on the other side.

Above the Black Bell test zone, a fleet of hovercraft flew low like falcons.

"Target area locked!"

"Fire control coverage activated!"

next second.

Boom! Boom boom boom——!!

Six hovering vehicles hovered in the center of the experimental area, and the Vulcan cannons poured out bullets like a rainstorm, falling into the infected's nest.

An electromagnetic pulse followed immediately, emitting a sharp high-frequency wave that instantly paralyzed all moving parts and implanted devices below.

Four mobile terrorist squads immediately jumped down!
Five people in a group, three close-range and two long-range, wearing special heavy armor, all equipped with explosive rifles, heavy chainsaws locked onto their arm armor, engines preheating, humming low like the roar of a beast.

"Charge into the experimental zone and eliminate all contaminants!"

They landed with thunder and advanced with the wind; their well-formed tactical formations resembled an iron torrent, crushing the twisted humanoid infected below one by one.

Bullets, fire, and roars intertwined to create an apocalyptic symphony.

On the edge of this hellish war zone, a figure slowly jumped down from the floating vehicle.

The first son of the returned king—Rupert Abraham.

He did not charge immediately; his eyes were fixed ahead, on the polluted and torn land, the pipes covered in filthy blood, the hatching pools piled with dismembered pieces of flesh, and the "people" crawling among them.

His pupils contracted slightly. This was the first time he had truly faced the essence of chaos, the first time he had seen the seeds sown by the Four Lords blossom and bear fruit.

The first wave of infected individuals came at us—the Berserker Virus.

They were colossal creatures, almost inhuman, their flesh bulging, muscle fibers swelling to the point of bursting, and their exposed skin covered with black cracks and rune-like veins. As they ran, their feet sank into the cement, their charging posture resembling twisted war bulls.

Before a terrorist mobile suit could react, it was rammed and sent flying by a berserker. Fortunately, Lupercal raised [Gorgon] and petrified the opponent with a single shot.

Soon, the First Son realized that these monsters had no mind, only pure anger and a bloodlust.

They were not afraid of death at all. Even if they were hit by bullets and their limbs were mutilated, they would drag their internal organs over and pull the enemy into a bloody hell.

The wolf pack can only stop their charge by using the most brutal methods to bomb them to death without leaving a trace.

Then came the second wave of chaotic contaminated individuals, carrying the Paradox Program virus.

Their bodies have no physical form, but are composed of transparent geometric shapes, like three-dimensional data bubbles, floating in mid-air. Sometimes they are cubes, sometimes spiral patterns, as if physics and logic are breaking down and reassembling within them.

"Our communication channel is malfunctioning!" One of the Wolf Pack's Sons, who was firing at them, quickly realized the problem. "Damn it, he's saying our enemy number is one of our own—the system is making a mistake!"

He can modify other people's systems and cognition, reverse the logic of friend-or-foe identification, and make the terrorist mobile squad kill each other.

A soldier was forced to fire at his own comrade, but fortunately the First Son immediately noticed the abnormality and used his "Barrier of the Heart" to protect all the Wolf Pack Sons, preventing cognitive paradoxes and infighting.

"So this is the power of chaos..." The First Child stared ahead with a cold gaze, while individuals corrupted by chaos continued to pour out of the experimental area.

He saw the third wave of monsters, the flesh-and-blood mechanical infected from the benevolent father.

Their appearance is the most repulsive. Metal, bones and muscles are haphazardly fused together; some heads are half a gear with eyeballs nested inside; some arms are completely wrapped in liquid metal; even their breathing is a mixture of oil and blood.

They are failed attempts at fusion, yet they are also demonic weapons on the battlefield.

An infected creature with deformed arms charged forward, its blade flashing as it met the mantis chainsaw sword wielded by the wolf's son.

The final wave was the bizarre and unusual Salish virus—a sensory signal infiltrator.

Unlike the previous three types of infected organisms, they have the appearance of complete humans.

Some of them even looked exactly like their teammates.

"Who is that? When did he appear behind us?!"

The next second, the identification system briefly failed, and a figure of a "fake comrade" had already pierced through the back row, wielding a chainsaw sword as he slashed at the sons of the wolf pack.

The sons of the wolf pack were forced to fight back, and then they felt as if they were looking in a mirror; the sensory signal permeators perfectly mimicked their appearance, abilities, and fighting skills...

These infected entities manipulate the data interfaces of the five senses and perception, using simulated wavelengths to simulate vision, hearing, and even memory implantation.

Lupercal gazed at the Black Bell experimental area, which was burning, tearing, and trembling.

Upon first encountering chaos, the First Son felt only an instinctive aversion.

Berserkers roared as they charged forward, while cyborgs dragged their metal and flesh-and-blood remains across the ruins. Paradoxical programs distorted reality, and sensory infiltrators moved between flames and illusions, mocking the fragility of human cognition.

All of this was like having the insides of hell laid bare before his eyes.

He didn't speak, but his eyes grew colder and colder.

His left eye suddenly emitted a ring of black and gold light, and a vertical line slowly opened deep within the pupil.

[Eye of Horus], activated.

"I will expel every single one of you twisted, unclean, and chaotic beings from this place!!!"

Whispers echoed in his ears, whether from some kind of call within him or the awakening of his sealed will, he couldn't tell.

The next second, a transparent, alien image slowly crawled out of the left eye.

It initially resembled a lingering shadow, distorted like a shadow, abstract like a dream, without a fixed form, only a three-dimensional spatial structure that was difficult for humans to understand.

Then, it landed.

"Shh-"

The moment it fell silently to the ground, the entire Black Bell Experiment Zone seemed to be pulled apart, and an invisible shockwave rippled outwards.

The outline twitched on the ground for a moment.

Then it began—a period of explosive growth.

Click, click, click click!
Like skyscrapers, only the spider-like creatures visible from Lupercal appeared on the battlefield.