Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1062 Hunting the Night Demon
Upon hearing Xia Xiu Na's response, a calm and relieved smile slowly appeared on Saint Cuthbert's face, which was almost translucent from the radiance. There was neither the arrogance of a god nor the sorrow of a defeated man in that smile, but rather a solemnity like that of a priest and a clear-headed acceptance like that of a fire-bearer.

He looked down at Xia Xiu and continued:

"We need to get started as soon as possible."

His tone was unwavering, yet he added abruptly after changing the subject:
"But before that... I need a little more time."

"I will convey my final oracle to my believers—let my knights and shepherds who still hold fast to the throne of truth understand that they should no longer die in futile struggles for me. I will personally announce that the Church of St. Cuthbert will formally abandon its position of hostility towards the horizon, dissolve its enmity, withdraw from the confrontation, and cease its futile struggle for this predetermined end."

"In addition, I have some devout followers who are with me in suppressing the Night Demon. They must carry out the final ritual arrangements to maintain the structure of divine suppression and ensure that there is no spiritual disturbance that could cause the Night Demon to leak out when we proceed with our plans later."

After he finished speaking, he paused slightly, and his pair of divine eyes, as if cast from burning gold, swept across the distant border of the town. The believers who were praying bitterly between the shadows and the light, not knowing where their fate was headed, showed no reluctance or regret in their expressions, only a kind of steadfastness in an almost classical sense.

That kind of peace that comes from the depths of faith and knows what sacrifice is.

Xia Xiu didn't say much about it; he simply nodded, indicating that he allowed the other party to arrange the funeral in their own way.

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Three days later.

The smoke of battle had not yet completely dissipated from Crangerdine Hill, and the echoes of the iron furnaces still reverberated through the mountains.

Lupercal Abraham's wolf pack swept through the western dwarven kingdoms, ending the war gods of the dwarven pantheon.

The death of the dwarven war god symbolized the end of the Iron Vein civilization and marked the complete overthrow of the last theocratic power in the North.

With the casting of the Seals of the Kings, the renovation of the Iron Furnace Code, and the covering of the Horizon Emblem, the entire Western Regions mountain range officially submitted to the Horizon.

From this moment on, three-quarters of the world of Abelio has been incorporated into the order of the horizon. The once deeply entrenched divine powers, royal claims, and tribal creeds are rewritten, absorbed, and subjugated one by one under the flames and crowns.

There is only one exception, still standing atop the unstained highlands—the Aurora Plains, the Seat of Truth, the sacred domain of the Church of Saint Cuthbert.

Everyone sees this clearly and is waiting for it.

People were prepared to witness an unprecedented clash between faith and civilization, a supreme showdown between the crowned and the gods of faith. However, reality delivered a completely different ending.

Things took an unexpected turn, deviating from the path that anyone could have predicted.

On that day, dawn rose as usual, the Aurora Plains were immersed in a pale silver mist, and above the dome of the Seat of Truth, the miracle that everyone had been waiting for finally descended.

Saint Cuthbert, the god of war and order who had not manifested his divinity since the [event of the dead light], has finally revealed himself to the world once more.

But what he brought forth was not anger and punishment, but a calm and solemn divine oracle:

"All believers of the Church of Saint Cuthbert, from this moment forward, cease all resistance against the Horizon Royal Court."

"The Church of Saint Cuthbert officially recognizes Hugh Abraham as the new Lord of Abelio, the successor of order, and the crown jewel of the world."

The moment the divine sound echoed, the entire Aurora Plain fell into an eerie silence.

The war of the gods never came, and Horizon peacefully liberated the western border.

Thus, Abelio was united under one rule.

However, it's not over yet. There are still things to discuss regarding the Night Demon, the Fifth Church, the Dream God Group, and the Cosmic Starfish...

This place remains a battleground for the giants, and as long as the game continues, Abelio will never have a peaceful day.

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Inside the Realm of Truth.

The town was now completely silent, the believers had all left, and the only thing left behind was a pentagram magic circle they had drawn on the town's border with holy ash and gold fragments before their departure, its lines intertwined to form extremely complex and orderly incantations.

At the very center of the pentagram, under the main street lamp, the image of Saint Cuthbert still hangs.

Before departing, the believer solemnly placed the two sacred objects at the feet of Saint Cuthbert.

The first one is naturally the [Hammer of Punishment].

This heavy mace, forged from bronze wood and nails of destiny, is covered with ancient legal texts. Legend has it that Saint Cuthbert fought against Otiluke, the god of chaos among the dark gods, for centuries.

During the Carnival War of a certain era, Voridamara attempted to turn the entire city of Greyhawk into a land of anarchic revelry. Saint Cuthbert struck the ground with his hard-headed hammer, triggering a Lawful Tremor that solidified chaotic magic into physical chains, imprisoning Voridamara's avatar within the Cage of Discipline in the plane of Arcadia.

He also used the power of Saint Cuthbert's hammer to build a wall of law that stretched for a hundred kilometers across the Broken Plains, permanently isolating the followers of Woridamara from the realm of chaos.

The second item is the [Scales of Justice], whose scales remain eternally still, tilting only slightly when the world order is in turmoil. Each sway is an invisible divine judgment and a cosmic moral test.

Now, the sacred artifacts are back in their rightful place.

The world is silent.

Only Xia Xiu stood quietly on the street, holding the silver staff that symbolized the power to move everything, gazing silently at the deity who remained silent under the lamplight.

At this moment, Saint Cuthbert finally looked down at Xia Xiu. His eyes, burning with a fiery golden light, were no longer obscured by the seal. He said to Xia Xiu:

"I want to get off this street lamp, put everything down, and enter a state of war."

"I will ignite my divinity, burn the very essence of my being, to compress the Night Demon until its true form retreats back into the dark core."

His voice resonated throughout the town's magic circle, causing the light at the edge of the pentagram to tremble slightly, as if in response to his resolve.

"And you—Hugh Abraham—will be responsible for releasing the solar element within you, and through your information authority, guiding the manifestation of the radiant trisoctahedron. When the Night Demon is compressed to its critical volume, it will be unable to resist the attraction of that sealing medium… send it into it, and you will be able to bring the possibility of ending the darkness to this world."

Xia Xiu looked at him without any hesitation or extra words. He simply held the silver staff horizontally in front of him, one hand gripping the staff tightly and the other hand lightly touching his chest, as if responding to the entrustment of the gods, or as if sending a silent oath to the Heavenly Alliance behind him.

"It's time to start taking action."

Saint Cuthbert smiled slightly, and a crisp, ice-like cracking sound rang out throughout the town, as if the shackles of some law had been broken, and the sacred chains that had been suspending him in the air had suddenly collapsed.

Fine dust particles continuously seeped from its fractured surface, slowly drifting away in mid-air, like some kind of dying divine rune, drifting and deconstructing.

The light from the streetlights, which symbolized order and punishment, also changed abruptly. The circular area of ​​light shrank dramatically at a visible speed—from covering the entire town in diameter, it was compressed to only half of the core area.

What's even more chilling is that at the edge of the world abandoned by the light, what's revealed after the lights fade isn't ordinary darkness, but a devouring, desolate darkness. It's not a shadow, nor is it night, but nothingness that completely strips away existence.

That is the end of the vacuum, where light cannot reach, concepts cannot be formed, and structures cannot support.

The buildings, bricks, air, and even the memories that once existed on the edge of the town were instantly transformed into silent black particles the moment darkness descended, scattering like sand and disappearing without a trace, as if nothing had ever existed there.

Saint Cusbert, standing at the intersection of "light" and "darkness," is no longer the imprisoned, emaciated god, but has descended upon the world once more in his complete divine form.

He silently walked towards the two divine artifacts on the ground. As he approached them, he slowly grasped the balance scales with his left hand and the hammer handle with his right. The moment his fingers touched them, the two artifacts each released their light—the light of the balance scales was as clear as the sun, while the light of the hammer was as intense as flames, illuminating his newly formed armor and reflecting countless "laws" and "punishments" engraved deep within his soul.

The moment he grasped the divine weapon, a divine halo symbolizing his identity slowly rose behind him.

It was a crown of law, constructed of metallic silver, with ancient incantations engraved on its rings, as if forged from the world's earliest rules. The radiant light spread out in layers along its edges, as if re-carving the veins of light into this collapsing space.

He turned and gave Xia Xiu a look that contained no instructions, requests, or doubts, only the tacit understanding of duty and sacrifice between colleagues.

Then, the god strode forward, heading toward the edge of darkness, without the slightest hesitation or pause, the [Hammer of Punishment] trembling slightly in his hand.

He walked step by step toward the edge of the void, which was writhing, crumbling, and slowly devouring everything. Just a foot away from the boundary of the Dark Realm, he suddenly raised the hammer handle, poured all the power of light into his right hand, and with an unshakable divine might, raised the Hammer of Punishment high.

【The Crown Unfolds - The Wall of Law】

The [Hammer of Punishment], symbolizing divine punishment and justice, crashed down onto the land at the edge of darkness.

In an instant, an indescribable tremor spread swiftly from the hammerhead along the texture of the earth. The energy impact, like a star falling to earth, transformed into a tangible, sacred shockwave, penetrating the soil beneath their feet, shattering the remaining vesicles of night, and meandering along the pentagram magic circle patterns drawn by believers around the town, like a series of activated divine circuits that fully awakened the sealing mechanism of the entire Realm of Truth.

At the very moment the spell of the magic circle was activated by the vibration, a visible beam of law light shot up from the ground like a giant pulse, directly supporting a wall of light that was hundreds of kilometers long, straight and flawless, as if it were written by the judgment of the gods themselves.

The wall of light was not made of brick, steel, or magic, but was purely formed by divine authority and will. Every mark in its structure corresponds to an inviolable order.

This wall is not isolated; it grows, advances, rises, and unfolds simultaneously from four directions in a symmetrical and regular cubic manner. In just a few seconds, it seals the entire Realm of Truth into a complete square structure, enclosing all darkness within it, like a prison or a judgment seat of God.

"Hiss hiss hiss—!!!"

The moment the edge of the wall of light first touched the writhing, surging darkness, the entire space was suddenly filled with a sharp hissing sound like melting metal. It was the painful process of order trying to swallow chaos, the corrosive resonance of the instinctive conflict between light and shadow.

Darkness resisted, darkness twisted, but the wall of light remained unshaken, advancing with the unshakeable authority of the gods. With each inch it advanced, the world gained a little more breathing space to avoid falling into depravity.

The moment the Wall of Law was sealed, Saint Cuthbert raised the heavy Scales of Law, holding them in his palm. His entire divine halo began to swirl, gleaming with gold amidst the silver, like the hottest tongue of fire on the edge of an eclipse.

When the scales were actually raised above his shoulders, seven divine orbs of light spontaneously appeared on both ends. Each orb burned and spun like a planet, whispering incantations and radiating the supreme brilliance of the highest divine authority.
Discipline, wisdom, enthusiasm, honesty, authenticity...

Between those seven star orbits, four larger and more ancient domain cores emerged, which were the four domains constructed by his divine essence—destruction, order, protection, and power.

The core of destruction burned fiercely like fragments of a star, the core of order oscillated steadily like a crystal wall, the core of protection emanated a silver-blue barrier like the embrace of a mother goddess, and the core of power was like an imploding star that never went out, slowly pulsating with irresistible divine power.

These eleven orbs of light, symbolizing divine authority and power, burn together in the center of the scales of law!
Their flames are no longer just a manifestation of light and heat, but a direct transformation of an abstract concept into a concrete, decisive force in reality.

Honesty burns away falsehood, order devours chaos, destruction dispels the spreading corruption, and the divine orb of truth releases an extremely clear will as it burns, causing the structure of the surrounding space to freeze instantly, and all the twisted things affected by darkness to stop struggling and disintegrate under its illumination.

As the pure divine essence released by the burning of these eleven divine offices was released, the four walls of law were also ignited, like the outstretched arms of a giant god, a radiant dome rising from the will of the crowned one—illuminating this area that originally belonged to absolute darkness.

At this moment, for the first time, the light, with undeniable authority, begins its hunt for the Night Demon!
The boundless darkness surged violently before the Wall of Law erected by Saint Cuthbert, like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair, roaring and struggling.

Although nearly half of the shadows had been driven away, disintegrated, and vanished into nothingness by the light of the sacred barrier, the other half of darkness stubbornly clung to the edge of the realm, resisting the divine judgment with the most primal and profound chaotic instincts. It even began to counterattack inward along the cracks in the magic array and the spatial rifts, as if it wanted to devour the last hope in one fell swoop.

At this darkest moment, the new Lord of Light finally appeared. Xia Xiu slowly walked to the border, his figure unhurried, and three halos as white as jade appeared behind him.

The light between the three rings began to merge, rotate, and rise amidst the turbulence, gradually transforming from a warm and jade-like holy radiance into a divine torch as blazing as a star, like three white suns slowly unfolding their halos, burning the entire sky into a pure and flawless tapestry of holy light as they rose into the sky.

It was a light purer than the sphere of day and night, a whiter than Judgment Day, and a heat more merciless than the burning stars.

Metatron manifests at this moment.

The avatar's form had seamlessly merged with Xia Xiu's original body; the two were indistinguishable, their consciousness resonated, their divine essences aligned, and their wills aligned, forming a complete sun together.

The three halos, originally radiant like jade, began to expand, becoming increasingly intense and dazzling, until finally resembling three slowly rotating white suns, reflecting a pure and brilliant light across every inch of the sky.

Then, a blazing white sphere composed entirely of flames and faith hovered high in the sky.

Around this sphere of light, strange phenomena began to appear. Thirty-six pairs of pure white, feather-like wings, as if extending from the will of a star, slowly unfurled from the surface of the sphere. They did not unfold at the same time, but rather one pair at a time, in a rhythmic manner like breathing.

These wings did not remain stationary, but rather slowly but steadily rotated around the sphere of light, forming a constantly moving sacred geometric ritual structure with the three divine rings, like some kind of giant divine engine, continuously emitting high-dimensional heat that evaporated chaos.

Then, the truly breathtaking spectacle finally arrived.

One, two, ten, a thousand, ten thousand radiant pupils slowly opened amidst the blazing white light. At first, they were inconspicuous, like starlight dotting the dust on the sun's surface. However, with each rotation of the halo completed, each pupil grew exponentially, eventually reaching...

365,000!
【Metatron - Annihilation Form——】

(End of this chapter)