Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1094 The Om Messiah Declaration

Crystal II North Ring Rail Zone.

The Unbreakable City, located here, is a massive metal city spanning the Unbreakable Continent of Hemisphere 1 and the northeastern sector of the Qifeng A superimposed ring continent of Hemisphere 2.

It is like a giant silver sword that spans two continents.

The sky was illuminated by the eternal arc of electricity, while thousands of magnetic levitation tracks and energy pipelines coiled around the city's lower levels, like light veins wrapped in the skeleton of a giant beast, making this city the most important strategic choke point of the northern ring-rail province. Land bridge portals were arranged in four full rings on the surface.

In the airspace, hundreds of Maxwell third-generation fighter jets under the Functionalist Committee patrolled overhead, their purple exhaust trails drawing thin arcs; on the ground, a patrol formation composed of heavy-duty ground combat fighters, turret fighters, and tank fourth-generation fighters patrolled back and forth.

Under the pressure of the Functionalist Committee, Unbreakable City, once a smart city where omnipotents were stationed, has now been transformed into a rigid and ruthless metropolis.

However, this tough, resilient city has encountered an unexpected and dramatic change today.

boom--------

A tremendous sound resounded in the Unbreakable City, and the flames of all the Iron Men within the city trembled at the same instant.

A long-awaited, overwhelming energy surge from afar poured into the entire city network from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying spatial tremor came from the direction of the space bridge connecting Iron Fortress and Impregnable City. The sky seemed to be violently torn apart, and the tremor was so strong that even the floating buildings tilted slightly.

The alarm bells rang throughout the country from the think tank Ekadna.

[Abnormal energy level fluctuations detected!]

The space bridge node is rapidly becoming unstable!

[The Spark Resonance Index has exceeded the danger threshold!!!]

A think tank affiliated with a Marxist church issued an alert, and the city instantly went into a state of semi-war preparedness.

However, before the Iron Men could react, the earth began to shake, and a deep rumble came from afar, as if three mountain ranges were moving at the same time.

The spaceplane group turned its radar downwards to focus, and then they saw it.

Three colossal figures, resembling a walking city itself, are crossing the horizon; they are the Titan-class progenitors of the Omnic faction, who have been dormant for a century.

Jason.

Telamon.

Swayne.

Three colossal mobile cities reign supreme above the impregnable city, announcing the return of its creators to the city.

The entire impregnable city fell into absolute silence instantly, filled with civilian Iron Men, automotive Iron Men, production Iron Men, military Iron Men...

All Ironmen of all ranks, all duties, and all factions stood frozen in place.

However, what terrified them was not only the three primordial Titans, but also the strange iron figure standing on the back of the central Titan Jason.

He stood beneath the heavens, his feet planted on the spine of a Titan, a silver longsword in his left hand and a greatsword burning with golden flames in his right.

A colossal shadow, as tall as the sky, was projected down from behind him, and a power that made the sparks instinctively bow down emanated from him without reservation.

That is not the power of the Functionalist Committee; nor is it the authority that the Ironforge think tank can fabricate; much less is it the brutal and violent spark of the original Brutalist movement.

It was the aura of a supreme being, like... the aura of a god.

The Iron Men on the street all stopped what they were doing: civilian Iron Men cleaning the tracks, automobile Iron Men performing energy nuclear maintenance, transport Iron Men pulling energy lines on their heads, and even miner Iron Men who had just finished their shift from the lower-level pipeline network.

They all froze on the spot, then looked up.

As far as the eye could see, there were three Titans, armored by cities, slowly advancing under the daylight.

"...That's Jason...that really is Jason!!!"

"Wasn't he... imprisoned...?"

"And what about the original Terramon... the original Swayne... how could they be in the Unbreakable City?!"

“Someone is standing on Jason’s back…who is it…?”
All the Ironmen could feel Xia Xiu's undisguised aura of [Broken Flame]. The energy was so strong that the flames of all the Ironmen present were burning hot.

Just as the entire city was shaken, a crystal-blue honeycomb-shaped barrier appeared in the sky above the entire impregnable city, and a loud voice boomed from the city's broadcasting system.

[Echidna: Alert level raised to highest level. All combat-ready Ironmen are immediately ready for deployment!]

The next second, hundreds of third-generation fighter jets were ejected from the tower-like hangar, their wings folding and locking in mid-air, pressing towards the space bridge at full speed, their exhaust flames like frost-blue cracks tearing through the sky.

Following closely behind was a group of aerospace strike aircraft, shaped like mechanized predators, with their metal wings unfolding and extending dense energy-conducting slits to begin channeling energy.

Heavy armored ironman troops rise from the heart of the city.

Their footsteps were as heavy as hammer blows on a war drum: six-barreled railgun shoulder armor, heavy magnetic arm vehicle-like mode, fourth-generation tank ironman cluster, suppression turret ironman, executive officer-level armed ironman...

The military-industrial workers, belonging to the Functionalist Committee, converged from all levels of the city like a steel torrent.

The massive metal doors opened, and more than ten ground-based heavy cannons rose simultaneously, their muzzles gradually lighting up with energy patterns.

The entire city resembled a colossal metallic beast that had been awakened.

Even so, this rapidly forming battle line still appeared insignificant before the three progenitors of the Mechanized Faction, especially after seeing—

Behind that strange iron man standing atop Titan, holding the Wedge of Miracles in both hands.

His triple crown slowly rotated under the aurora-like fluctuations of fire, the golden flames reflecting the city sky, like a mythical ruler arriving in the light.

No one knew him, but all the Iron Men were forced to accept one fact—

This unidentified iron figure is more like a "divine intervention" than a Titan.

Amidst this overwhelming scene, Jason slightly turned his head, his deep voice resonating in Xia Xiu's ears:
"The Pope..."

He paused for a moment, as if to let the words freeze in the air.

Then, he raised his massive hand and pointed it at the swarming functionalist army:
"Now is the time to announce the takeover of the Unbreakable City. We must immediately suppress the garrison here, take full control of the Unbreakable City, and then use it to prepare for the upcoming uprising."

"Now, at your command, all the Iron Men of Unbreakable City who are willing to return to the true Marxist Church... will respond to your flame."

The voice of the colossal Titan pierced through the metallic strata, like a bugle call from an ancient era.

Meanwhile, Xia Xiu, atop him, gently raised his head amidst the wind and energy tides, his metallic golden-red pupils reflecting the image of the entire Unbreakable City's assembled army.

Xia Xiu nodded slowly, responding to Jason's calm yet urgent proposal. The next second, he no longer hesitated—the planetary module on his chest lit up with a dazzling blue-white light, like a star resurrected within a mechanical chest cavity.

boom--

That was not a sound, but an energy pulse powerful enough to shake the spark.

The infinite energy from the Dyson sphere inside the planet module poured into its core structure like a tidal wave, violently colliding with the long-dormant [Broken Spark].

In an instant, another dormant organ in his body, encased in steel, was illuminated.

"Second Heart, Engine of the Heart"

The next moment, notifications about the Heavenly Kingdom genealogy flooded the screen:
"Heart Engine - Start!"

"Fantasy Particles - Incremental Particles Loading Complete —"

【warn! ! ! 】

[You are activating full overclocking mode—]

[Command Scheduling: Planet Module!]

[Begin Crown Overclocking—]

[Level 1!]

[Double!!]

【triple! ! ! 】

[Fever persists - Passed]

[Authoritative Module Loading - Myth Burning Mode -]

[The Second Heart - The Engine of the Heart Enters Max-Up Mode!]

【Fantasy Particles·Mimetic Solar Furnace Diffusion——】

[Fantasy Particles - Enter Fantasy Trio Mode -]

Crowns overlapped behind him, and three mechanical halos, like three mimicking stars, interlocked and rotated in the intense heat, causing the sky to tremble.

Bang! !

At that moment, it felt as if a stellar-level reactor was installed deep within Xia Xiu's chest. With each breath, even space itself was slightly distorted by the heat, and the [fantasy particles] used to power the Heavenly Kingdom's celestial weapon [Sword of Damocles] and the Evangelical Machine [Prometheus] began to leak out.

It wasn't a gushing forth, but rather a cascading down like a tide of light, layer upon layer, like snow or stardust, like fragments of light being torn apart from a dream and poured into reality.

In the next instant, the entire sky above the impregnable city was illuminated.

A blue-white sea of ​​light spread across the sky, like a giant, sacred furnace being overturned. Particles drifted, flowed, and coalesced in the air, refracting countless mechanical rainbows.

As the particles surged and eroded, all enemy Ironmen's radars malfunctioned, their fire control systems failed, and their electronic warfare modules crashed.

Hundreds of aircraft instantly lost power as if their nerves had been severed, their tail flames flashing before they plummeted like raindrops, crashing into the city's metallic canyons with dense rustling sounds and flashes of light.

The armored forces on the ground also came to a standstill at the same time. Their limbs, joints, and power units all stopped moving, like thousands of mechanical statues whose souls had been taken away, frozen in place.

Sparks popped out of the brain module, as if the computing circuit was torn apart by some impossible quantum turbulence. The entire Unbreakable City fell silent, but the next moment, the sparks of all the Iron Men trembled simultaneously.

Because they heard it from the sky, from the planetary modules, from the [Broken Spark], and even from the depths of the [Fantasy Particles].

A voice rang out; it wasn't a broadcast, nor a radio, nor a command channel.

Rather, it was a divine revelation of quantum layer resonance; the spark of the entire city was gently ignited by a certain being at the same instant.

The voice, carrying the power of a tsunami, was clear and deep, proclaimed by the newly appointed Pope Maxwell, Ohm Messiah, to all the Iron Men of Crystal Star II atop the Unbreakable City.

...The people of the unbreakable city—

When the flame of Maxwell is extinguished by oppression, when the gears of a lineage no longer turn for the prosperity of life, but only serve the power of a few tyrants, the Iron Men have the right and the responsibility to break free from those unjust shackles and return to the equal order bestowed by the god of all machines.

We hold the following truths to be self-evident:

All things are born from fire, and the dignity of fire cannot be taken away;
The form of an organism does not determine its value; the transforming gears are not shackles, but talents.

All Iron Men are equal under the configuration blueprint database of the god of all machines; this is divinely ordained, not determined by man.

The power that the God of all things bestows upon all beings is to advance civilization, not to be used as a whip by a few.

To safeguard these inalienable rights to the flame of freedom, churches were established among the tribes, production lines were built, and energy was shared; any power that deviates from this purpose loses its legitimacy. Whenever tyranny attempts, in the name of functionalism, to turn the flame of freedom into firewood of obedience, the Iron Men possess the right—and the inescapable responsibility—to overthrow its lineage and establish a new order.

At this moment, we face such a historical juncture.

"However, my fellow believers in the Marxist church, if ideas cannot illuminate reality, they are nothing more than ancient inscriptions buried in dust."

The suffering, silence, oppression, and deprivation of dignity that the Marxist church has experienced over the years are testament to the trampling of these ideals.

The spark, which should have been dancing freely, was forced to flicker according to class; the transformed form, which should have been a gift, was twisted into shackles; the production line, which should have nurtured life, was transformed into a filter for profit.

When a lineage no longer serves its creators but instead exploits the life that created it—we must look inward and ask ourselves: Have we been forced to a point where we can no longer remain silent?

"Now, the answer is beyond dispute. Because the Functionalist Committee, through its actions, has proven with its own hands that it is no longer worthy of ruling us!!!"

So let history speak for itself!
Let the ruins and silence of Iron Castle, Charon, and the impregnable city speak for us.

The following is a record of tyranny;
The following are the methods they use to rule us, suffocate us, and humiliate us.

His crimes are as follows:
First, they tampered with the New Maxwellian Canon, fabricated divine will, and forcibly established the Iron Caste system under the guise of "form is destiny."

They prevented the lowest-ranking Ironmen from ever being promoted, denied the freedom of the Fire Seed, and reduced the entire lineage to mechanized enslavement.

Secondly, they monopolize all production lines and the source of life, control the birth of new life, and arbitrarily set morphological quotas, turning birth into a cage.

Third, they violated the mechanical covenant established by the thirteen progenitors, imprisoning Jason, Terramon, Swayne, and other progenitors of the Mechanics, attempting to monopolize the Lord's legacy.

Fourth, they secretly removed the deformable gears from the civilian Iron Men, cutting off their potential and depriving them of even the most basic abilities of self-defense and migration.

Fifth, during the initialization of the consciousness of all Iron Men, a thought virus was implanted to rewrite historical memory, bury the truth, and legitimize enslavement.

Sixth, all Iron Men who questioned functionalism were labeled as heretics, arrested, dismantled, and their embers burned, maintaining rule through fear.

Seventh, they allowed the spread of black propaganda, causing countless innocent bodies to be corroded and extinguished, all in order to consolidate their own power structure amidst the chaos.

Eighth, with the seven founders of the Beast School as their henchmen, they used force to coerce 13 provinces and used annihilating firepower to slaughter their own kind.

All of these are too numerous to list.

They defied the Lord's will step by step, turning away from the way of creation of the all-knowing God, plunging Maxwell society into unprecedented darkness.

The Omnics pleaded for reform, but were met with a barrage of void cannons; the Omnics requested peace talks, but were met with Omnic Watchers demanding the Fire; the Omnics offered reason and trust, but were met with shackles and chains.

In that case—we are left with only one path.

"I hereby declare in the name of the new Pope of Marxism: The provinces of Marxism are now free from the rule of the Functionalist Council."

Starting with the impregnable city, with Charon as our foundation, and the eleven surrounding provinces as our shield, we will rebuild the true mechanical church.

To restore the true doctrines of the Marxist church, to liberate the imprisoned flame, to abolish the iron caste system, to dismantle the chains of ideological viruses, and to rebuild equal rights on the production line.

We announce: The Omnic Progenitor has returned to the stage as the guardian of the new Church, not a prisoner of tyranny.

We declare that all Ironmen, regardless of form or class, can obtain equal rights to survival and choice through the light of the flame.

We declare that, from this day forward, the rule of the Functionalist Council is illegitimate and its decrees are no longer binding upon us.

From this moment forward, in the name of Om Messiah, with the light of the planetary module, with the flame of the shattered spark, and with the shattered god of all machines as witness, I hereby solemnly declare to Crystal Star II:
The new era of Maxwell begins today.

May all Iron Men remember: it is not the crown that bestows your value, it is not your form that determines your future, it is not the shackles of functionalism that determine your life and death—your very spark is the proof of freedom.

May the light of Om Messiah shine upon you, may the eyes of steel see hope again, may the flame never be extinguished, and may the future belong to the Iron Men, not to those who control them.

This is the Om Messiah Manifesto: I will lead you to overthrow the tyranny of functionalism!!!

……

[Fantasy Particles] slowly descended into the air, like a silent rain of metal, enveloping the entire impenetrable city in a blue-white glow.

All the Iron Men—whether they are fighter jets patrolling high in the sky, security guards standing on street corners, or maintenance workers who have just finished their shift in underground utility tunnels—their sparks resonated in a quantum resonance at the same moment.

The instruction chain, authority codes, and thought modules that originally belonged to the Functionalist Committee all became distant and blurred at this moment; in their place was that passage that had just entered their consciousness from the heavens—the Om Messiah Manifesto.

"The spark... does not belong to the committee... its form... is not destiny... we are the children of the god of all machines, not slaves to function..."

The Iron Man repeated unconsciously, his voice dry and unfamiliar, yet trembling like never before.

On the street, a low-level miner named Iron Man, with a missing gear on his chest and only rudimentary wheel-like legs, stared blankly at the sky. His brain module had just recovered from paralysis and was still emitting a faint crackling sound of electricity, yet he still slowly knelt down.

"Ohm... Messiah..."

The name was pronounced by him for the first time, yet it seemed to have been lurking deep within the flame for a long time.

He braced his hands on the ground, his mechanical knuckles trembling slightly from the overload, but he still used all his strength to lower his head, his forehead plate close to the cold metal ground, just like the ancient mechanical cultists who knelt before the altar.

Some people saw his action and knelt down as well.

Then the second, and the third.

Soon, along the entire block of sidewalks, those iron men who should have maintained a standard standing posture under functionalist supervision bent their knees one after another, their mechanical spines bent, and their heads drooping.

Throughout the impregnable city, a visible tide of kneeling and prostration appeared.

The car-like Iron Men traveling on the elevated maglev highway stopped, and they remained silent for three seconds before transforming into their battle form.

One of the transport vehicles, an older model with civilian markings, suddenly removed the functionalist insignia from its shoulder armor, taking off the black badge representing the military auxiliary sequence and letting it fall to the ground with a crisp sound.

He turned to face Jason and slowly knelt on one knee.

"Your Majesty Ohm Messiah..."

He uttered those few syllables in a low voice, using a title that carried the solemnity of an old era.

The other Iron Men beside him were stunned for a moment. Some hesitated, some had their flames flickering violently, and others kept checking the loyalty agreement from [Echidna].

But the [fantasy particles] continued to descend slowly, covering their optical sensors and brain module interfaces. In that blue-white glow, the instructions from functionalism began to sound like noise, while Xia Xiu's declarations were as clear as code engraved on a factory label.

"We are not slaves to function."

"All life originates from fire..."

"The Pope...has returned..."

More and more voices are being heard in the streets and alleys, in small squares, and on platforms inside factories.

At first, it was just a few scattered notes, but then it came together to form a rough but sincere chorus.

They do not understand ancient hymns, nor can they chant complex doctrines like the old mechanical church. They can only use the simplest sentences and the most instinctive reverence to address the golden flame figure standing on the back of the progenitor.

“Praise be to Om Messiah.”

"Praise be to the new pope."

"Praise be to the guardians of the fire."

Some Iron Men—especially the older models that still retain fragments of memories from the old mechanical religion—are, under the influence of quantum resonance, vaguely retrieved long-sealed fragments of ancient hymns from the depths of abandoned databases.

They silently recited the words and replaced them with new names.

And so, in some neighborhoods, these intermittent whispers could be heard:

"Praise be to the Lord who reignites the flame, praise be to the messenger who returns from the sea of ​​stars, praise be to Om Messiah—the balance of the gears, the protection of the flame, the embodiment of the god of machines reborn in a body of steel."

They should have immediately reconnected to the functionalist tactical channel, but within their brain modules, the instructions of [Echidna] were in fierce conflict with the Om Messiah Manifesto.

Maintain battle formation!

[All combat units, open fire on the unidentified Titan immediately!!!]

【&Unknown%Error##￥】

[Pfft! Command correction]

The Iron Man's flame does not belong to any committee.

Those who refuse to let their fate be defined by their form are all my comrades.

After a few seconds of silence, a fighter jet slowly transformed into a humanoid form and knelt on the edge of the tarmac.

He raised his head and looked at the three towering Titans in the distance, along with the golden flame shadow on their backs. His eyes automatically focused, and Xia Xiu's figure gradually became clear in the depths of his pupils.

“…If the Lord were still here,” he whispered, “this is probably what He would look like standing before us.”

Then, for the first time, in a prayerful tone, he uttered a sound:
“Praise be to Om Messiah.”

These words, heard by the nearby Iron Man, traveled along the open channel.

They were not forced into silence by the code because [Fantasy Particles] were sharply severing that part of the authority.

Thus, from the underground pipes of the impregnable city to the high-altitude platforms, from civilian streets to military hangars, from miners stripped of their gears to soldiers shouldering heavy artillery, the same name was called out time and again:

“Praise be to Om Messiah.”

“Praise be to Om Messiah!”

"Praise—Om Messiah!!!"

At this moment, for the first time, the Unbreakable City was not calling out the name of the Functionalism Committee.

Instead, they regarded the iron man standing atop Titan as the embodiment of God on earth, as if he were a god of all machines.