Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1082 The New 3.5th Generation Titan: [Tantros]

“...Op?”

The yellow car, Iron Man, softly murmured the name.

His mechanical face was filled with complex and shocked emotions, and the crystals in his eyes flickered with data fluctuations. He was clearly still not recovered from the astonishing transformation he had just witnessed.

In the Marksway language system, the word "Aup" means best or excellent, which is an extremely rare term used in compiling numbering and directory registration.

He wasn't sure if the tall mechanical being before him was truly as powerful as its name suggested, but subconsciously he had already assumed that this "Op" did not belong to any existing class.

Xia Xiu stood amidst the wind and sand, the data seed still flickering slowly within him, his tone gentle:
"What are your names?"

Lutheran nodded and pointed to the other Ironmen behind him, introducing them one by one.

"My name is Lutheran."

His metal body still bore the marks of war, a lingering shell crater branded on the front. He turned to the long, trailer-mounted Iron Man beside him, equipped with a small robotic arm and a sturdy hook:
"This is Rendel, designed for repairs and heavy equipment transport."

The iron man nodded, with half a cracked energy pipe still dragging on his shoulder, and his arms as strong yet flexible as engineering machinery.

Lutheran then pointed to the slender Iron Man next to him, whose face mask had extended scanning lenses for the eyes, and short-range communication and medical diagnostic modules were mounted on the sides of its shoulders.

"Silvan, dedicated search and rescue and patrol unit."

Finally, he looked at the three iron figures, similar in size and somewhat simply constructed. Their exteriors were made of uniform gray-black metal plates, equipped with transport racks and energy anchors—clearly standardized industrial construction models.
"They... are codenamed Iron Guard, Ironclad, and Ironstone. They are modular engineering types."

The three Iron Men nodded simultaneously, their movements perfectly synchronized.

Just then, Sylvain suddenly took a step forward. His gaze never left the deformed gear on Xia Xiu's chest, and the scanning beam in his eyes had clearly performed a basic structural analysis.

His voice was clear and calm, with a distinct sense of wariness:
“Your structure…does not belong to our manufacturing sequence at all. Moreover, your deformable gears…are a standard type that has never appeared in our files.”

He stood at the front of the six-man team, seemingly voicing everyone's questions:
"You can switch forms at will; only the legendary Mecha God Guardians can do that, but you don't have the insignia of a Mecha God Guardian..."

He paused, the structural details on his metallic face twisting with confusion as the data flowed:

"Who are you? Where did you come from? And why did you save us?"

When faced with Sylvain's question, Xia Xiu did not respond immediately.

He simply raised his right hand silently.

The arm, forged from "shattered embers," had distinct lines, with a subtle yet profound flow of data shimmering between the silver and red hues.

Guided by his will, wisps of azure data flames emerged from his palm, moving like living code between the back of his hand and his knuckles—a light that did not belong to this world, instantly attracting the attention of all the Ironmen.

He slowly walked toward the nearest one—the engineering-type Iron Man Iron Stone. Half of the man's thigh had collapsed due to the bombing, the outer armor had been peeled off, and the hydraulic system was exposed.

Xia Xiu remained silent and gently placed his palm on the broken metal edge of the iron stone.

"Click——"

The flames ignited, like a low, chanting command piercing the air.

The next moment, the metal began to recover on its own, the broken joints gradually closed as if time were rewinding, the energy flow and the skeleton joints fit perfectly, and even the fallen nano-layer coating was precisely restored.

Tie Shi stared blankly at his legs, making a slight metallic scraping sound as he stood up.

"...I fixed it?" He could hardly believe his core recognition module.

Xia Xiu then walked towards Lutheran, placing his fingertips on the side armor that had been ripped open by the cannonball. Amidst flashes of blue flame, the fractures reformed, and the energy connections were reconstructed.

Next up are Rendel, Sylvain, Ironclad and Iron Guard...

One wound after another was restored to their original state under Xia Xiu's palm, and the data flame pulsed incessantly like a divine rhythm, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

“This…this is—!”

Sylvain gasped in shock as the scanning beam began to tremble uncontrollably.

"This is... the authority of the God of All Machines!"

He almost instinctively knelt forward, his voice filled with disbelief and awe:

"You...who exactly are you...?"

Xia Xiu then spoke slowly, his voice echoing through the communication channels of the six Iron Men, steady and solemn:
"You've probably already guessed it. Yes, I'm not a life form from this planet. I come from a far more distant place, carrying a mission."

His tone was not at all impassioned; instead, it conveyed a sense of solemnity.
"As for this mission... you will eventually find out."

Xia Xiu's gaze swept over each of the Ironmen.

"But this is not the place to talk. I need a safe place."

“I want to know from you the current state of this planet—Elsevier, that stellar Dyson sphere, and even the entire Maxwell society.”

Everyone was silent for a while.

They dared not question the healing power of that divine flame.

Sylvain exchanged a meaningful glance with the other Ironmen, then nodded in unison.

"We...understand."

At that moment, Lutheran slammed his fist heavily onto his chest armor, producing a crisp metallic clang.
"Please stay close to us!"

Before the words were even finished, all six Iron Men began to transform simultaneously.

clack clack-

Yellow and red sports cars, heavy engineering transport modules, blue and white striped search and rescue vehicles, and dark gray repair trailers—each axle rotates, parts unfold in disarray, and accompanied by the sound of metal folding, quickly transforming into vehicle forms.

They lined up and sped off toward the back of the wasteland.

Xia Xiu did not hesitate. The [Broken Fire Seed] within his body flickered and activated, and the entire machine roared with mechanical changes once again.

boom--!
He transformed into that red and blue, muscular semi-trailer truck, and drove steadily and imposingly into the end of the convoy.

The whistle sounded.

This small convoy in the ruins began to drive into the path of the resistance, buried deep beneath the dust.

……

……

Charon Outer Edge Region Abandoned Plateau. This is the outermost plateau of Charon's south pole, a region filled with metal debris and energy waste. It was once an industrial manufacturing center, but has long been abandoned, becoming an endless mountain of garbage and the ruins of sunken factories.

The air was thick with the smell of rusted metal and carbonized waste oil. The soil, a mixture of grayish-yellow and dark brown, was cracked like scorched earth, with occasional mechanical gears or engine hoods half-buried within it. Metal skeletons were everywhere. The wind howled from afar, whipping up layer upon layer of fine dust and causing faint sparks to crackle and float on the ground.

In this desolate area, one can see car-like figures standing still everywhere—perhaps dormant guardians, or perhaps remnants of abandoned consciousness.

Most of them were in the form of common standard vehicles: brown-red SUVs with laser burn marks all over their bodies; blue and white vans with their tires half-buried in the metal soil; dark green city buses with cracked windows but still clearly marked; and several old pickup trucks and light trucks leaning against the garbage heap, silent like watchmen.

The most conspicuous feature is a 100-meter-high mountain of rusty metal waste, which seems to be hiding something.

Lutheran was the first to drive to the bottom of the garbage mountain. A pulsed light net flashed briefly before disappearing. He confirmed it was safe, and then—

Kakakaka—!
The yellow sports car underwent a violent transformation, with its wheels folding, engine flipping, headlights lifting, and body shell being reconstructed. In less than a few seconds, it transformed into the familiar three-meter-tall high-speed train-like figure.

“This is it,” he said.

Seeing this, Xia Xiu also activated the Fire Seed Circuit. As the data flames rose, his massive truck shell unfolded, and an eight-meter-tall red and blue machine stood on top of the vehicles, like a steel behemoth descending.

But as soon as they stepped into the entrance, an energy spike shot up from the ground in front of them, instantly creating a plasma warning line in the air.

Immediately afterwards——

A black and white police car with red and blue flashing lights sped out from the other side of the abandoned tunnel and skidded to a stop on the ground; an ambulance with a silver cross emblem followed closely behind.

Click——click click——

The two began to transform almost simultaneously, instantly turning into two tall iron figures.

The police car-riding man rushed forward, grabbed Lutheran's shoulder, and his voice was deep and hoarse, like the distorted, overloaded digital roar of an old-fashioned audio device:

"Lutheran, you're like a piece of burnt-out metal in a system module!!!"

"Who gave you permission to bring an unregistered deformable to the A3 periphery without filing with the command center?"

His tone was as rough as rusted saw teeth, every word filled with questioning and oppression.

Lutheran, however, showed no weakness. He forcefully flung away his opponent's hand with his metal arm, his combat boots kicking up a cloud of dust, and turned to glare at him angrily:

"Shut up your magnetically corroded megaphone, Rezek."

"I'm looking for Yuanzu, not you. I have important information to report to Yuanzu!!!"

At this moment, the other ambulance-ridden figure, with its faded paint and slightly wider build, stepped forward, placing his hands between them, his tone clearly conveying dissatisfaction and reproach:

“Lutheran, you have crossed the outer defense line of A3 without authorization and brought an unidentified shapeshifter into the base outpost.”

"Do you want us to be swept up by functionalist patrol nodes?!"

"Don't you understand the current situation? Hiring a complete stranger is a top-level violation!"

The air suddenly tensed, and the energy reactors of both sides rippled slightly, creating a tense atmosphere.

Xia Xiu did not respond to the arguing police car Rezek and ambulance Marcus, nor did he say anything more. He simply turned his head and cast his gaze toward the huge mountain of garbage behind him.

The [Broken Spark] in his chest pulsed slightly, then emitted a strange resonance. It was neither light nor sound, but a resonance of consciousness that transcended the boundaries of matter, like a god whispering in the darkness, awakening a slumbering ancient giant.

A flash of blue data light appeared on his retina, and the built-in scanning subsystem had quietly started. On the surface, it was just a mountain of garbage made of waste, but in his all-knowing vision, a huge shadow was revealed inside—a sleeping war icon.

It was buried very deep and well disguised, with a thick layer of titanium alloy mixed with industrial waste to prevent it from being detected by ordinary detectors.

But Xia Xiu saw its true form through the All-Intelligence Scan: it was a Titan, over fifty meters tall, like a moving steel temple.

Its entire body is covered in black, red, and gold armor, every inch of which is densely studded with rivets, and the edges are engraved with ancient divine runes and ritual symbols. The battle crest on its chest is faintly visible, symbolizing that it was once a part of the sacred war sequence of the god of all machines.

Its head seemed to wear a crown and a priest's mask, solemn and dignified like a deity or priest; its towering turrets on its shoulders were like the bell towers of a temple, with heavenly fire and judgment sitting on them; its huge cannons and plasma destroyers on its arms were even larger than most of the tanks themselves; its legs were covered with sacrificial patterns and chapter insignia, and a single step could crush an entire stronghold.

This machine is the same as the [Morning Star], [Vistane], and [Azrigon] currently held by the Garden.

This Titan also falls into the category of 3.5 generation aircraft.

Moreover, unlike the other three 3.5-generation fighters, the Titan in front of us is older, with a more complete fire control system, and it retains all the weapon systems from the past.

Just as Xia Xiu's gaze fell upon the hidden giant shadow, a sudden sound, as if echoing through the ages from ancient times, entered his ears.

[Warning: Unknown channel detected. Security protocol initialization... Connection stabilizing...]

The next second, the voice was no longer a system notification, but a whisper with a metallic resonance and an ancient echo, as if an old man who had been asleep for a thousand years had finally awakened from his dream:

"God of all machines... Great Lord..."

His words were tinged with hesitation and reverence, but then he denied something, pausing for a moment.

"No...you are not Him, but you have His aura within you...the Spark flickers within you. Are you...His incarnation?"

His voice was hoarse and deep, like a piece of metal rubbing against the wind, or like an old radio that had been malfunctioning for a long time suddenly restarting, yet it still exuded an air of authority.

Xia Xiu raised his head slightly and quickly realized that the sound did not come from his surroundings, but from a hidden channel.

A frequency band that was so deeply hidden that even Eden didn't detect it immediately.

Only the vibrations of the fire made him aware of the existence of this frequency.

He understood immediately.

This was the giant buried deep within the garbage mountain, the long-dormant Emperor-class Titan, whose machine spirit was speaking to him.

“A complete machine soul with the ability to think,” Xia Xiu quickly judged in his mind.

As war machines forged by the god of machines, the core of the Titans is not merely an empty shell of a weapon. They often possess independent thought—a complete machine soul system, a highly autonomous mechanical soul capable of judging, commanding, fighting, and even… choosing to submit or rebel.

The machine spirits of [Morning Star], [Vistane], and [Azrigon] have been worn down to mere instincts over the long years.

Even the fourth-generation Evangelic Sacred Machine [Prometheus] and [God-Forged Zero Cardinal Holy Knight Machine] have machine souls similar to those of the 3.5 generation machines, belonging to a formatted version.

The 3.5-generation aircraft in front of us is different; it retains a complete mechanical soul module.

"What's your name?" Xia Xiu asked directly to the person in the channel, using the fire seed as a medium.

The silence was brief and solemn, as if the other person was watching him and considering him from some spiritual realm.

Finally, the will buried deep beneath steel and dust spoke:

"The incarnation of the god of all machines, you may call me... Tantros."

The name carries the weight of history, like an ancient remnant born in the dawn of the mechanical age, echoing in Xia Xiu's mind for a long time.