Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1034 The Sword of Dimensions
Xia Xiu stretched his limbs. He had been working day and night on the Black Wall Protocol, stabilizing the Horizon lineage, and farming and doing side quests.

It's time to move on to the main storyline.

My primary mission has always been singular: to conquer all outer planes for Heaven, win the Ivy War, and, in the process, retrieve the lost perfect embryos one by one.

Now that the infrastructure and troop production are almost complete, it's time to begin the conquest of the world of Abelio in the name of Horizon.

“Give me the address,” he said to Lupercal.

The son of the first return immediately realized what was happening, and his eyes lit up: "Understood, I'll call up the coordinate information right away."

He projected a red dot from his tactical wristwatch, its coordinates precisely locked on the southern border of Abelio, precisely the area that the Storm Alliance had been focusing its recent searches on.

Xia Xiu glanced at the light diagram and said calmly:

"Just let the pastors' group proceed at the established pace, and don't let them cause any trouble. We'll wait until we get there."

The spirits of the son who had returned home were suddenly lifted.

Father is finally going to strike hard against the heretics of this world!

"Should I send an elite squad of the wolf pack to accompany us?"

Xia Xiu pondered for a moment, then nodded:

"Okay, this time you'll come with me."

He stood up, his voice low, a long-lost sharpness flashing in his eyes: "I've lingered here for too long... it's time to get back to the main storyline."

His mission was never just to build Far East City or the Horizon; his true purpose was always to win the Ivy War.

The seventeen outer planes must all be brought under the laws of the Kingdom of Heaven.

At present, the Noisy Void Tunnels in the seventeen outer planes are in a state of disorder due to the Four Monarchs and the Perfect Embryo. When I retrieved the Perfect Embryo earlier, I had already placed everything there.

Centered on Far East City, he established the Horizon Lineage, creating three major structures: the Black Wall Isolation Zone, the Wolf Pack Force, and the Shepherds' Order and the Secretariat.

Now that the Horizon mechanism has taken shape and political handling has matured, it's time to move from farming to the main war storyline.

Now, we must move on to the next stage:

In the name of the horizon, conquer the world of Abelio, bury the remnants of the Fifth Church, and return to the embrace of Heaven.

He leaned on his silver cane and turned to look at Lupercal beside him.

"Have you now completed the self-transformation achieved by imitating the Twenty-Four Saints?"

Xia Xiu raised this question because the essence of the Holy Forging of a Perfect Embryo is completely different from that of an ordinary soldier.

The Wolfpack warriors are created by the Horizon's scribes and priests through rigorous surgery that embeds more than nineteen holy forging components into their bodies, thus constructing a superhuman physique.

But the Perfect Embryos are different. They are forbidden creations from the era of the Demon King's army and are the earliest and most complex abnormal weaponization projects.

Their bodies were designed for war, and they cannot be altered by external forces or undergo external surgery.

Their holiness must be forged by themselves.

That means that this process is almost nothing short of self-analysis, self-reorganization, and self-reconstruction.

Lupercal puffed out his chest, his tone proud, even brimming with barely suppressed fighting spirit:

"It's done, Father."

"I have completed the unlocking of the last spinal core, and the ventricular nesting structure and the lung overpressure module have achieved perfect compatibility. The Holy Forging Matrix is ​​now fully embedded and operating stably."

He raised his hand and gently squeezed it. The lines covering the skin instantly appeared, as if divine script had come to life, shimmering with light.

"Now, I can enter war mode at any time."

boom--

As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly trembled.

The next second, his body began to expand violently, his bones rearranged inside his body, his muscles bulged, and inlaid metallic components emerged from under his skin.

In less than five seconds, the young man in front of them transformed into a war figure four meters tall, his body covered in runes, resembling an ancient giant soldier descending onto the battlefield from mythology.

"I can switch between any states without a buffer, without a launch ceremony, and without relying on any logistics system."

Xia Xiu nodded in satisfaction. Like himself, Lupercar could switch between war forms at will, while most Saint-forged warriors did not have this ability; their forms were basically fixed after modification.

"Let's go, come with me and see what the Storm King's insects care about."

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Rift Valley, on the southern border of Abelio.

This is a colossal crater stretching across the southern land, as if a god had cleaved the earth with an angry sword, piercing through mountains and rock layers, splitting it into a bottomless abyss.

The Rift Valley is flanked by barren cliffs, with jagged black rocks standing like knife edges in the wind, perpetually shrouded in darkness. A fierce wind swirls and echoes along the valley floor, emitting a low, beastly roar, as if the very nerves of the earth are convulsing there.

At the deepest part of the Rift Valley, the earth's crust seemed to have been torn apart by some absolute force, forming a huge depression with a diameter of several hundred meters.

This is not a product of natural wind erosion, but a relic of some higher being.

It was like a heavy hammer striking the timeline, nailing this space to history.

Beneath the canyon, the mist lingers year-round, resembling a still, deathly sea of ​​clouds, obscuring the truth that the world cannot see.

On the rocky platform at the center of that depression, a giant golden sword lay diagonally in the ground, like a setting sun, reflecting eternal silence.

It was a giant, double-edged, golden greatsword.

The sword is nearly three meters long, with a blade as thick as a monument. It is made entirely of some unknown deep metal. The hilt is thick and wrapped with intricate ancient holy symbols and ancient runes. Each pattern contains a heavy, mysterious rule, as if a gentle touch could awaken some indescribable power.

In the center of that broad blade was an inscription written in the ancient script of Abelio.

"Madness is order"

The core of Rift Valley has been completely controlled by the Storm Alliance.

The golden greatsword is surrounded by a dense network of fortifications resembling steel ants, with trenches dug into the ground and layers of shields and magic arrays overlapping to form an energy dome that counters anomalies and irregular fluctuations.

The surrounding area is filled with high-tech artifacts such as energy turrets constructed from runes, anti-spiritual frequency jamming devices, and adamantine network nodes. It is clear that the defense line was not put together in a short time, but was prepared in advance.

A mixed force of soldiers, heavily armored knights, elemental mages, and newly recruited Devil Fruit users patrolled between the various defensive towers, while the tactical command center was located in a silver spire a hundred meters away from the greatsword.

On the rocky platform beneath the golden giant sword stood three figures exuding a strong aura of authority from the primary plane.

Behind them, each hung a crown-like halo. Without a doubt, these three were the supreme commanders of the Storm Alliance, and the only three remaining Storm Kings of Abelio.

The three Storm Kings have been stationed here for over a month, trying dozens of ways to pull out the dimensional sword—but all have failed.

At this moment, the King of Thunder roared once more, arcs of electricity surging within his body, and the power of thunder roared throughout the entire canyon. He stepped onto the center of the platform, gripped the hilt of the golden greatsword with one hand, and his entire body burst forth with lightning.

"drink--!!"

But the sword remained perfectly still, not even a speck of dust was stirred up on its surface.

"Damn it... I still can't pull it out!"

"This sword is clearly the embodiment of the core of the rules of the entire Abellio realm. As a god born from this plane, why can't I draw it?!"

Thunder continued to rumble on the platform, and the Thunder King gripped the hilt of the giant sword, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

Beside him, the Cloud King spoke, his voice low and calm, yet revealing an undisguised sense of frustration:

"You're not the only one who's unwilling to accept this."

He gazed at the giant golden sword embedded in the earth, his brow furrowed with anger and confusion:

“This sword should belong to us alone. The three of us are all bearers of Abelio’s will, the original Storm Kings, native gods who existed since the beginning of the world.”

"Logically speaking, such a unique divine object should be inherited by one of us."

"But it's stuck there now, and none of us can pull it out."

He gritted his teeth, a hint of humiliation flashing in his eyes.

"It's like...our mother rejecting us."

The King of Rain frowned, his expression grave as he surveyed the busy soldiers and Devil Fruit users around him.

He didn't interrupt, but after a few seconds, he lowered his voice and said:
"Our lockdown has lasted for almost a month."

"Rumors are already spreading throughout the southern border. We've been away from our respective territories for far too long. Horizon's minions may have already caught wind of our absence and will surely follow the scent here. If we continue to drag this out... it will attract the attention of other forces sooner or later."

He took a deep breath, a hint of unease creeping into his voice:
“If they knew of the sword’s existence, especially the Lord of the Horizon… he would never have missed it.”

The air suddenly froze.

Upon hearing the name "Lord of the Horizon," even the most volatile Thunder King's eyelids twitched involuntarily.

But soon, his overwhelming rage once again overwhelmed his reason.

"he?"

The King of Thunder snorted coldly, his eyes blazing with intense rage.

"Let him come."

"Perfect timing! I've been wanting to meet the mastermind behind Abelio's troubles for a long time!"

"He's the one who made Abelio into this mess. He killed Feng Hou, he plundered Far East City, and he even built that piece of crap, Horizon, Black Wall, and Wolf Pack, turning Abelio upside down."

"I've long wanted to properly test whether this so-called Lord of the Horizon is really as terrifying as the rumors say!"

As he spoke, he stepped onto the sword platform, gripped the golden greatsword again, and stared intently at the cold blade.

"This sword is the prototype of something unique since time immemorial, a symbol of the supreme god's authority left behind by the tower!"

If we can obtain it, all of Abelio will return to order! We can end chaos, end corruption, and drive out the invading force of the horizon!

His eyes were bloodshot, and he roared furiously:

"But why can't I pull it out?!"

"We are the true masters of this world, the gods born from Abelio!"

"And it... didn't even give a single response!"

His knuckles gripped the sword hilt tightly, veins bulging, his voice filled with madness:

"Why?!"

"It is clearly the will of this world, an existence born to fight against the disordered world and the wandering rule entities!"

"But it does not recognize us, the native spirits—we, the gods who have burned to protect Abelio to this day!"

His voice echoed through the canyon, lingering for a long time.

The King of Clouds sighed softly, and the King of Rain frowned; no one could offer an answer.

Only the great golden sword remained quietly planted deep in the canyon, as if silently observing the three of them.

It's as if it had already made its choice—it's just waiting for the true successor to arrive.

This sword is no ordinary weapon.

It is a gift after the natural disaster, a beacon in the abyss of chaos, and the core of miracles that the Abelio plane spontaneously condensed after that upheaval of heaven and earth.

It is unique throughout history.

Even across thousands of dimensions, this title signifies a supreme level of power.

Some people also call it: [Miracle Prologue].

This is the anchor point for the great power, a symbol of the will of the plane.

In fact, one of the reasons why the three Storm Kings felt aggrieved was that it was this sword that "actively called" them in the first place. As native gods, they were able to detect the formation of this sword faster than anyone else.

When the three Storm Kings discovered the sword, they were overjoyed, for they finally had a chance to advance further.

The three Storm Kings were actually unable to advance further due to the existence of the divine system.

Godhood, which should have been the eternal ladder on their path to godhood, has now become a shackle.

Following the events of the Day Chasing the Light, the foundations of the world were shaken, the old system loosened, and the divine system showed cracks for the first time.

The reason they secretly recruited Devil Fruit users was to use this rift to gather the broken fragments of the rules.

Because within the bodies of Devil Fruit users lie fragments of broken, wandering rule entities—remains from deeper dimensions—which serve as excellent catalysts for them.

They no longer seek to protect, check and balance, or have faith.

What they want is power, domination!
At the same time, within this crack in the system, they saw an irresistible possibility: to ascend to the throne of gods, transcend to become the true ruler of the plane, and become the supreme god.

The lord of this plane is not like Saint Cuthbert—who possesses the title of lord of a plane but does not have the authority to rule over it.

This is a real opportunity to advance and take control of the entire plane, and the golden giant sword in front of us is the key.

Pulling out the sword was never their true purpose; their true purpose was to devour it, to squeeze out the source of its rules and energy, to strip away the dimensional will and authority it carried, and to absorb, refine, and consume it.

In this way, the three of them can achieve a leap in status and transcend the solidified godhood system.