Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1064 Abelio's Unification
The moment the Night Demon was completely sealed, the world seemed to fall into a brief vacuum, all things returned to stillness, the white blazing sun hanging in the sky slowly extinguished, its wings folded, and the triple halo dissipated like flowing clouds.

Xia Xiu detached himself from the form of [Khirok] that had descended here, and transformed back into human form. Covered in charred embers, with the silent dignity he had displayed after falling from the sky, he walked slowly towards Saint Kusbert—the god who sealed darkness at the cost of burning himself—stepping on the earth filled with shattered light and remnants of magic arrays.

At this moment, Saint Cuthbert no longer possessed the majestic divine radiance he once had; the embers of his divinity were slowly dying out, like the last few golden ashes in an hourglass.

He knelt on the ground, his broken and charred right hand tightly gripping the [Hammer of Punishment]. The armor below his left shoulder had been completely stripped away, revealing his bony body covered in broken divine runes. His silver crown was also covered in cracks, like a shattered mirror hanging between the waning night and the dawn.

He raised his head, looking at Xia Xiu who had returned to human form, a tired but determined smile appearing on his face, his voice low and hoarse but firm:
"...We have successfully sealed the projection of the stars."

Xia Xiu silently watched him, the silver [Lever of Heaven] in his hand trembling slightly, as if it too was resonating with the solemnity of the moment before him. His gaze swept over Saint Cuthbert's tattered crown, his broken divine body, and the nearly extinguished flame of his divine essence.

In his eyes, those structures that once constituted the concept of deities—consciousness nodes, faith circuits, dimensional authority…

They are like a piece of code that has been deleted down to the very last paragraph, and are being completely erased from the information sequence of this world.

At this moment, he neither looked down at the other person nor stood by indifferently, but spoke in a very solemn and low voice:
"Of all the self-proclaimed deities I have encountered, you are the only one... whom I admire."

“I’m truly honored,” Saint Cuthbert chuckled softly.

But he uttered a heavy last word:

"The Night Demon has been sealed... but that's not enough... The Fifth Church... the cosmic star behind them... is still spreading its tentacles in Abelio... Can you tell me... do you have a way to deal with Him?"

Xia Xiu nodded slightly, his tone as firm as a rock:
“I am already moving forward with the plan, and soon the Fifth Church will be completely eradicated from this world.”

Upon hearing this, Saint Cuthbert closed his eyes, as if hearing the last echo of a tolling bell. He nodded slightly, as if entrusting the future of the entire world to Xia Xiu's answer, and then slowly spoke:
"Since that's the case... then I'll entrust it... along with the future of this world... entirely to you."

"From this day forward, you shall be King of Abelio... Hugh Abraham."

He opened his eyes, gazing at the sky about to be bathed in dawn, his tone devoid of sorrow, only displaying a resolute composure:
"Be kind to this world... It has shed too much blood and endured too many wounds from darkness."

As Saint Cuthbert's divine essence burned away, his body became increasingly transparent, as if a single gust of wind would send him scattering into the dust.

At the moment when his body was most unsteady, he tremblingly raised his left hand, lifted the [Scales of Justice], and handed them over, saying in a low but clear voice:
“This is my final instrument of judgment before I die… What lies on either side of the scales is not the cold law of indifference, but… the trust of believers and the vows I made… Now, I entrust it to you.”

Xia Xiu did not refuse, but silently reached out and took the faintly glowing scales, with divinity and responsibility falling into his palm.

Then, Saint Cuthbert gripped the [Hammer of Punishment], half-buried in the ground, and with his last strength pulled it up, slowly handing it to Xia Xiu. His voice trembled slightly, like the wind blowing through a clock tower in the dead of night:

"It has smashed the heads of demons and sounded the alarm for the end times... Now, I entrust it to you, so that it may continue to defend those... who are willing to believe in justice."

Then, he slowly raised his head and looked up at the sky. The light of law that he had once maintained through his divinity had dimmed, but as he was about to leave, it seemed that there was still a lingering glow. He murmured a prayer, the vow of the ancient Church of Saint Cuthbert, each word clearly uttered from his gradually transparent lips.

What followed was the final entrustment.

"The authority of the Realm of Truth... is also bestowed upon you," Saint Cuthbert said, his tone a mixture of reluctance and relief. "It is both the bulwark by which I protect my believers and the graveyard where I exiled the Night Demons. If you wish, use it to build... a kingdom that can truly bear hope."

The massive "structural projection" in the void, resembling a mechanical nexus, quietly rotated. The authorization code was stripped away, revealing layers of densely packed logical light patterns, which finally drifted down like feathers and returned to Xia Xiu's hand—no oaths or proof were needed; the gift of Saint Cuthbert's will alone was enough.

After doing all this, Saint Cuthbert looked at Xia Xiu with a gaze that was no longer that of a god to a god, or of an ally to an ally, but rather like that of a shepherd on his deathbed looking at his successor, speaking gently yet solemnly:

“Hugh Abraham…I beg you again, please treat all things in this world with kindness…my believers…they are not tools, they are just mortals who, even in suffering, still look to the light.”

"Even if they no longer believe in me or pray to me in the future... please, do not let them experience the darkness that this land once suffered."

Xia Xiu nodded, saying nothing more, only a quiet determination.

He took the warhammer, the scales, and the power of the world in his hands, receiving from another era the last bones and blood and wishes of a god.

And the next moment.

The light emanating from Saint Cuthbert suddenly dimmed, and the countless words, symbols, inscriptions, and divine nodes that constituted his divine structure were stripped away one by one, like shattered scriptures, burning away line by line in the void, turning into wisps of metallic ash that swirled in the air.

His silhouette crumbled like a statue, starting with the helmet, then the breastplate, the arm armor, and the skeletal structure of his divine body began to disintegrate inch by inch. Even the silvery crown that had been broken off finally shattered into countless stardust, scattering into the Realm of Truth.

There were no screams, no cries, only the clear, quiet tolling of a bell, echoing in Xia Xiu's ears.

A true deity has fallen here.

The ashes of Saint Cuthbert had long since vanished with the wind, leaving only Xia Xiu, still holding the silver scepter and standing silently in the center of the Realm of Truth. The holy light behind him was no longer blazing, leaving only a faint, snow-like radiance that diffused in the embers-like air.

At that very moment, a familiar shadowy figure slowly emerged from the remaining gaps in the light.

The Demon King Amonde, the former decision-maker of the Heavenly Kingdom, appeared on Xia Xiu's shoulder like a data ghost.

He didn't offer his usual sarcastic remarks or his usual lazy, playful demeanor. Instead, he unusually suppressed all his laughter and stared solemnly at the embers and remnants of Saint Cuthbert's fall.

He spoke slowly, his voice calm, yet carrying a profound insight that only someone who had long held a high position could possess:
"This is a perfect plane ruler. This guy is like the politicians in Terra who are worthy of being recorded in history. He also has the demeanor of a decision-maker."

Xia Xiu naturally understood what the Demon King meant: a politician worthy of being recorded in history must be a perfect political machine and an absolutely rational decision-maker.

He nodded and offered his objective assessment of Saint Cuthbert:
"He doesn't engage in empty rhetoric or preach faith; he's not some evil god who just shouts slogans about faith while actually reaping its benefits. He genuinely treats the survival of the plane as his highest duty... even if it comes at the cost of his own life."

Armand also made no secret of his admiration:

"On the most practical level, he is a genius planar administrator and a qualified planar master. He knows that he cannot stop you, nor can he resist those two true supreme gods, so he chooses to package the entire Abellio as a worthwhile future asset to invest in... to preserve the seed and continue civilization through you."

Amund's voice was deep, and his phantom, composed of shadows and data, floated quietly beside Xia Xiu. Gazing at the long-dissipated divine light, his eyes revealed a rare sigh.

"I was thinking that this guy must have a trick up his sleeve... to sabotage you."

"For example, when you are fighting the Night Demon, he might deliberately lose and release the seal, allowing the Night Demon to launch a surprise attack on you."

"Or perhaps, at the moment he sealed the Night Demon, he used the mirror structure of the Realm of Truth to trap you inside the mirror." Amond became increasingly animated as he spoke:

"And... by using the burning of divine essence to create spacetime disorder, we can create a closed-loop mirror cage, trapping you in the final battle, in an eternal cycle."

"At worst, he could secretly tamper with the Hammer of Punishment before it burns out, making it self-destruct when you take over."

As Armand spoke, his tone became increasingly candid, as if he were recounting a list of cunning adversaries or refining a script that might be repeated.

"Don't look at me like that... I'm not lying to you, I really did consider all these possibilities."

Xia Xiu glanced at him sideways and replied in a nonchalant tone:

"I really thank you for standing on the other side and constantly thinking about how to kill me."

Armand shrugged and spread his hands.

"Sorry, I've fallen into my old habit again."

"If you're in the position of a decision-maker, you have to be prepared for the whole world to betray you—even if that betrayal only exists in statistical terms and as a hypothesis."

He paused, gazing at the now empty center of the Realm of Truth, his voice unusually subdued:
"But he—did nothing."

Instead, I entrusted everything to you without reservation.

"It's not because he lacks ability, nor because he's naive... but because he knows he has no choice and no time to play tricks that involve being exposed three times and still having a fourth trump card."

"He's gambling, gambling that you're not a complete scoundrel, and gambling that you can really lead this world forward."

"Anyway, no matter what he does, the final result is destined to be failure. So... this time, he chose the most correct path, without any fancy tricks, and sacrificed himself in the image of a glorious god."

Amund looked at Xia Xiu and said slowly:
"That's why I said he has a broad perspective."

"Compared to those old gods who are destined to wail in the twilight, he has long since rid himself of the delusion of worshipping gods and become a wise man who truly prioritizes the survival of the plane... He is a god who believes in Machiavelli and knows how to maximize his own interests."

Xia Xiu was silent for a few seconds, then responded softly:

"He made the right bet."

Having said that, he began to leave the Realm of Truth.

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St. Cuthbert's Synagogue, the Seat of Truth.

Sunlight cascaded down from the towering stone dome, serenely bathing the square like a waterfall, a gentle divine grace unwilling to disturb the mourners. But at this moment, there were no gods in the square.

Xia Xiu slowly stepped out from the giant mirror embedded at the bottom of the dome, his silver cane touching the ground in silence, making a soft but clear sound.

He didn't speak, nor did he display any intimidation; he simply stood there quietly.

Before him stood a group of figures kneeling like stone sculptures.

More than three thousand clergy, knights, believers, poets, and singers of St. Cuthbert knelt silently on either side of the Throne of Truth.

Their figures were orderly and devout, but no longer solemn.

They neither shouted nor cried out, only remained utterly silent. They no longer prayed, for they had come to understand that no response would ever descend from the heavens.

Their god has fallen.

Their souls had long sensed the breaking of that chain of faith; that radiant source of law was now gone, leaving only a faint warmth that slowly sank into the depths of their hearts. Some of them trembled, tears silently sliding down their cheeks, falling on the holy emblem, on their robes, on the cold metal edges of their knight's shoulder armor.

Xia Xiu did not approach.

He stood before the empty seat of the gods, gazing at the kneeling crowd with neither pity nor contempt in his eyes.

Saint Cuthbert has fulfilled his vow, and he will keep his promise.

He will not respond with the wrath of a conqueror unless these believers wield the hammer of the law of old.

He will give the church a respite, allowing them to decide for themselves whether to fade into time or seek rebirth in the new era on the horizon.

At that moment, he simply turned quietly and walked down the steps of the Throne of Truth.

His silhouette was like the light of judgment that severed the past from the future, leaving no room for retreat and no turning back.

Abelio's final conquest was not a true divine battle, and Saint Cuthbert did not fight to the last drop of blood.

The long night army on the horizon did not march again; they simply stood atop the tower, waiting for the last divine fire to extinguish itself.

The moment Xia Xiu stepped out of the Mirror of Truth, he had already declared something.

Horizon completes the unification of Abelio.

Hugh Abraham, the ruler of the horizon, becomes the true king and master of the planes in the entire world of Abelio.

Instead of slaying gods, they accepted this world that was on the verge of collapse but miraculously reborn by embracing the will of a god who willingly fell.