Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1046 The Final Battle on Almora Island!
Armand's translucent figure stood beside him, and he sighed deeply, saying:

"The power of chaos... it's truly all-pervasive."

He squinted, looking at the war-torn sea in the distance, his voice low and filled with emotion.

“You should know, Abraham. Chaos’ favorite prey has never been mortals, but those who are born strong, curious, and think they can control it.”

"At the same time, this perfect embryo like Lupercal is destined to be targeted by Chaos."

Xia Xiu nodded in agreement.

“Luppercar’s talent is indeed terrifying.” He spoke slowly. “From the moment he was born, he was destined to be different. The three powers manifested simultaneously, and these three powers can be said to be in no way inferior to any sovereign incarnation.”

His gaze shifted slightly to the distance, where the sky above the East China Sea was ablaze.

Countless airships, explosions, lightning, and fires intertwined in the night, as the fleet on the horizon clashed with the remnants of the Harmony Society.

Further away, he could see the boy—Lupercal Abraham—leading his wolf pack, landing on the island like a blade tearing through a storm.

“If guided properly…” he paused, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, “he will be a great asset to the future of the Kingdom of Heaven.”

Amund didn't speak for a moment, but just looked up at the battlefield under the raging flames.

Warships were exploding, islands were burning, and the golden-red sky seemed to be giving way to some great order.

"A boost..." he murmured to himself.

The white flames beneath the towering pillar continued to burn, while on the other side of the battlefield, the battle line on the horizon was steadily advancing.

The first son of the returning fleet issued orders from the bridge, and the wolf pack completed its formation.

They were heading towards the islands ahead—the last stronghold of the Seven Tide Leaders, the core island group where the four Tide Leaders gathered.

Once they take that place, the balance of the Second Horizon War will tilt completely. Xia Xiu watched the island expand little by little, surrounded by fire, his expression gradually becoming calm.

"It's almost over," he said in a low voice.

The wind whistled through the pillar of heaven, carrying a faint rumble. Demon King Amonde followed his gaze and a meaningful expression appeared on his face.

The sea below remained pitch black, the flow of the Black God's blood gleaming metallically in the flames. Amond gazed at the writhing black surface, his brow furrowing slightly.

"You..." he sighed, his tone becoming casual but unable to suppress the seriousness, "When are you going to draw your sword and cut down this monster down there? I'm getting tired of looking at this guy."

Xia Xiu looked down at the still-writhing darkness below and said with a hint of regret:
"Do you think I enjoy being here and starving? It's not because I need to wait a little longer."

This dark, shadowy creature's true form isn't on the surface; its real body lies deep beneath the oil field, stretching out in all directions like roots, its tentacles embedding themselves into every crevice of the seabed.

He raised his hand and drew a circle in the air, his silvery fingertips seeming to be stroking an invisible rope.

"I nailed the lever of heaven here so that it could be a crowbar, prying it out of the ground bit by bit."

To find it, you can't just burn off the top layer of oil. You have to pry off and pull out each of the downward-rooted tentacles, and then straighten and expose them little by little in the air until the main body is revealed.

This is only the beginning; the leverage must be steady. Rushing it will only cause it to break into more branches, making it even harder to manage.

"Now that this battle is over, what are your plans? Will you continue to be the referee sitting on the high platform watching the world spontaneously combust, or do you have other plans?"

Xia Xiu did not answer immediately.

White flames flickered at his feet, and the light and shadow sliced ​​his face into pieces, making him as calm as a mirror.

After a while, he slowly spoke, his voice clear and calm:
"Once this thing is completely pulled out of the seabed, I have two things to do;

The first thing is to use the Devil Fruit user with the ability to connect to the astral plane—to use her as a pair of scissors to tear apart those polluted and broken light paths.

We've been out of contact with Heaven for some time now, almost two years here. Although due to the time warp, only two days have passed outside according to the standard Terran calendar, I'm still trying my best to re-establish contact with the outside world.

Xia Xiu tilted his head slightly, his gaze passing through the rolling white light and settling on the outline of the archipelago in the distance, bathed in flames.

His voice lowered, as if he were talking about a household chore that had to be done:
"The second thing... There's a saying that goes, 'Since we've come all this way, we can't let it be for nothing'—take this opportunity to unify Abelio directly, and at the same time, completely eliminate the remaining followers of the Fifth Church on this land. Don't let this kind of faith, which carries the idea of ​​plague, continue to breed, sprout, and spread to all the heavens and even Terra."

As Xia Xiu finished speaking, his gaze turned to the battlefield further away.

On that sea torn apart by flames and lightning, the outline of the islands appeared and disappeared.

The decisive battleground—Almora Island, the largest of the East China Sea archipelago and the last stronghold of the Harmony Society. The archipelago was surrounded by thunderstorms and undercurrents, dark clouds rolled across the sky, and lightning struck the sea, as if the entire heavens were roaring in preparation for this battle.

He could clearly see the golden light advancing across the island—it was the army of the First Son.

The First and Fourth Companies fought side by side, their power armor reflecting the blazing light of the flames, like a moving torrent of iron. The landing ship traversed the sea, its psionic shields exploding in white light amidst the sea of ​​fire, as they forcefully broke through the island's defenses and clashed head-on with the four Tide Leaders' defensive forces.

"Now, let's see how Lupercal is doing."

Xia Xiu leaned against the silver pillar of the Heavenly Lever, his tone calm, as if he were watching a pre-written script. "This time the opponent is not the same as before—four LV5s, Devil Fruit Awakeners, all pillars of the East Blue. I hope he can hold on."

Armand leaned against the pillar, arms crossed, a playful smile on his lips: "What if he can't hold on?"

His voice was drawn out by the wind, carrying a hint of mockery and a tone that seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold.

Xia Xiu turned his head and glanced at him, the golden light reflecting from the heavenly fire into his eyes.

The next second, he smiled, a clean and casual smile:
"Can't beat them? Then of course I'll go for it."

Amund raised an eyebrow, his smile deepening.

Xia Xiu continued, "If the smaller ones can't beat them, the bigger ones take their place; if the bigger ones can't beat them, the older ones take their place—this is a fine tradition of the Kingdom of Heaven."

He spoke with a straight face, yet behind his humor and ease lay a confidence bordering on arrogance.

The old demon king agreed, saying, "That's certainly true."

……

……

Almora Island.

The war had scorched this last archipelago black, thick smoke swirling in the sky, even the air smelling hot and ionized. The waves surged, but were pushed back by the ever-spilling oil, the sea surface becoming a viscous mirror reflecting the intermittent firelight on the islands.

At this moment, the troops of the First Son of Heaven have completed their full infiltration.

The puppet program spread through the air like a virus, with tiny light particles flashing along the MIME signals in the air, hacking into target nodes one by one.

For Lupercal, he has now essentially used the power of chaos to unlock two more cheat codes—omniscient map and virus hacking.

For Lupercal, the battlefield was no longer just a simple clash of steel and flesh.

At this moment, he was practically cheating twice—a panoramic view plus a virus hack. The island of Almora beneath his feet, in his conscious vision, was no longer a landscape of terrain and mountains, but a vast network woven from light and lines. It was a localized internet projected onto the ethereal plane using the [Homeostasis Ring]—a spiderweb of consciousness derived from the [Spider-like Monster].

Each line is a connection node; each node corresponds to an energy field, communication signal, or biological brainwave in reality.

These spider silks float in the air, yet they penetrate matter and pierce the soul.

They extend, branch, intertwine, and overlap, forming a perceptual network covering the entire island. At the center of that network, Lupercal's spiritual halo slowly rotates, his vision penetrating the terrain, penetrating flesh and blood, directly overlooking the entire war zone.

In his eyes, the battlefield was a transparent world—all enemies were glowing, all signals were pulsating, and even the psionic fluctuations in the air were analyzed into readable data.

This is the origin of the "omniscient map," a visual algorithm derived from the law of motion. He calls this application—[Horus Program: Transparent World!]

Through it, Lupercal can perceive the structure of the entire battlefield from a purely mental perspective and can directly infiltrate any signal node.

This intrusion was his second cheat code—virus hacking.

The Horus program is actually the product of reverse engineering the chaotic "language".

During the purge of Far East City, he witnessed for the first time how the Chaos Virus infected the Chaos Network in the real world through Etheric Information.

At that time, he realized one thing:

Chaos is not simply a malevolent energy, but a cosmic phenomenon existing in the dimension of the mind.

It doesn't invade from the outside, but grows from within. The consciousness of intelligent beings—fear, hatred, greed, desire, sorrow—all leave information projections in this dimension.

These emotional fluctuations come together to form chaos. In other words, the spectrum of chaos is actually woven together by the mental fluctuations of all intelligent life.

And he thus came to an utterly despairing conclusion: Chaos can never be destroyed!

Lupercal gradually came to understand this nature during the war, and after realizing that he could not completely eradicate and eliminate chaos, he began to try to control it.

He discovered that chaos permeates reality on three levels:
First, the subconscious influence: It amplifies negative emotions, making soldiers more irritable, commanders more prone to rash actions, and ordinary people more bloodthirsty and greedy. This change is slow, but once formed, it is like a virus infecting the body, difficult to reverse.

Second; Conscious Manipulation: When chaotic energy accumulates to a sufficient concentration in the mind, it can intervene in thought through hallucinations, dreams, and whispers. It can make people see non-existent enemies and hear commands that have never existed.

It doesn't need real words; it only needs to "write" a vision into a person's mind to drive them to despair.

Third; Reconstruction of collective consciousness: When beliefs and rituals reach a certain limit, chaos can reshape reality based on consensus.

Now, Lupercar is using a third way of chaos to develop in reverse—[the transparent world].

[Transparent World] scans all nearby hostile creatures like a radar.

He uploaded fragments of his mind to the Ethernet network of the Dharma Ring, and then used the [Spider-like Monster] to construct nodes in the mental dimension, formatting the enemy's consciousness as if it were a hard drive.

Whenever the program infiltrates an enemy Devil Fruit user, the opposing signals are instantly burned out like chips that have overheated.

Their brains were reduced to the ruins of neural short circuits, while Lupercal's consciousness continued to expand.

He called this move the "[Disruption Hammer]".

Once marked as a hostile signal, the island's biological forces—those twisted into half-human, half-beast forms by Devil Fruit abilities—collectively convulse. They were roaring, running, and biting one moment, and the next, they all stiffened, their limbs convulsing as they collapsed to the ground.

The Harmony Society's Devil Fruit users screamed in agony the moment the program started, their eyes glowing with a golden-white light, and blood constantly seeping from their noses and ears.

Some people fell backward before they could even react, their bodies convulsing violently; others clutched their heads and banged their heads against the wall in agony, their screams becoming a jumbled mess of words.

Seconds later, their heads seemed to be set on fire, heat rising from their skulls, their skin swelling and turning black, accompanied by a brief burst of smoke and the smell of burning.

This phenomenon, which seems like a curse, is called "mind-bending" by Lupercar.

Brain burn, or the collapse and death of the cerebral cortex due to overheating, is an application of chaos by Lupercarr.

To be honest, the power of chaos is just... too useful!?
When he was developing the reverse chaos program, he inevitably had to confront the four fundamental sources of chaos: the sublimation of the instinct for war, the compensation of consciousness in despair, the structuring of thought energy, and the loss of control of sensory consciousness.

They are immortal and indestructible; they are the spiritual manifestation of the law of increasing entropy in the universe.

Fortunately, as the son of the First Lord and the war commander of the Horizon, Lupercal's understanding of chaos remained pragmatic, and he did not intend to delve into it.

Moreover, after seeing his father directly isolate his program with a [black wall], he became even more afraid to continue exploring the power of chaos.

Because he sensed that his father did not want him to pursue the power of chaos—even though he was born with the ability to control it.

Therefore, after developing [Transparent World] and [Crash Hammer], he immediately stopped and did not continue to be obsessed with the power of chaos.

At this moment.

Under the chaotic hacking of the First Son's reverse chaotic program, roars echoed throughout the island, and within minutes, the ground was covered with corpses that filled the defensive lines.

The wolf pack advanced relentlessly, their powered armor reflecting the crimson of blood and fire, their movements clean and mechanical, precisely clearing out the remaining strongholds.

"The intrusion rate is 80 percent... and it is stabilizing."

A communications officer reported the latest data over the channel, his tone calm to the point of being almost indifferent.

On the high ground, Lupercal Abraham stood silently, his eyes gleaming coldly in the interplay of night and firelight.

The light from the [Puppet Program] flowed through his palm, extending across the entire island like spider silk. He didn't need to give commands aloud; the entire battlefield had become one with his consciousness.

"Continue the advance and blockade the area surrounding the island's core." His voice rang out in the channel, concise and deep.

"The target is the core defense zone. The remaining Tideheads—leave no one alive."

Meanwhile, in the central area of ​​the island, the remaining high-ranking members of the Harmony Society are gathering.

Their legion had been weakened, and their animal forces were almost completely wiped out.

The only ones still standing are the four tide peaks that have not yet been eroded.

Thunder exploded in the sky, and electric currents turned into torrential rain. The lightning god of the Hedra Islands—Number One Serun—once again gathered a thunderstorm, illuminating the sky completely.

"Luppercar... a lackey of the horizon! You think you can destroy us with these tricks?"

His roar tore through the storm, and lightning transformed into thousands of silver snakes that tumbled in the air.

Number Two Avar, Number Three Nor, Number Seven Ain—the other three leaders of the tide also revealed their awakened forms of their fruits.

The dark abyss surged, the roar of the white whale shattered the rock walls, and the tide of light folded into dazzling energy waves all around.

The final outcome of the Second Horizon War will be decided on the island of Almora.

(End of this chapter)