Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1097 [The Holy Judgment Mech - Typhoon!]

Crystal Constellation II: Well of the Source of Fire.

The Well of the Spark is a colossal abyss on the surface of Crystal Star II, tens of thousands of meters in diameter, with a perfectly round yet chilling edge. Looking down, darkness engulfs all light like an endless universe, with only occasional flashes of golden reflection from the deepest depths making the colossal beings who come here realize that it is not ordinary light, but the light of the Iron Man's origin of life.

Legend has it that the [Perpetual Cycle Reactor], created by the God of Machines in the shape of his own heart, is located in the deepest part of the universe.

The inner walls of the deep well, tens of thousands of meters deep, are covered with deformable mechanical structures similar to liquid metal. These structures constantly writhe and recombine like a tide, and can form a city-scale computing array at any time, or instantly shrink into an extremely compact tactical domain.

The giant ball of light at the bottom of the well pulsated slowly; that thing was the heart created by the Machine God and the source of the spark.

At this moment, this sacred place was completely occupied by seven giant shadows—the seven progenitors of the Beast Faction.

Titan Karchus, a fiery ape resembling a giant ape, stood atop the metal altar at the well's mouth. His massive body, a mixture of bestiality and steel, appeared even more ferocious under the light of the [Perpetual Cycle Reactor].

The remaining six Titans stood on either side, forming an unparalleled and terrifying sight. Seven enormous monsters, capable of toppling mountains, gathered before the heart of the god, awaiting to witness a ritual that would change the fate of the entire planet.

In the air, an oval-shaped bio-life support device with a diameter of two meters floated silently, its metal tentacles extending like a spider web behind it, making it look like both a patient and a mechanical monster.

This person was none other than Benjamin Kondrati.

His half-naked body had long been drained by time and torment, with each rib clearly visible; the writhing hole in his abdomen was the most unsettling place, the granulation tissue desperately trying to heal, but it was as if it was being torn apart and plundered by some invisible hand. His left eye was grayish-white and cloudy, unfocused, while his right eye was as cold as a judge overlooking the entire civilization.

Kondrati looked up at the two items in Cacus's hands.

Those were two STC original material production lines shimmering with a blue-white glow—the core carriers of the Machine God's Marrow [Configuration Blueprint Database].

Their existence means that, as long as there are enough resources, the Iron Man civilization can continuously create new Iron Men on an exponential scale.

Kondratiev's voice came through the loudspeaker of the life support pod, hoarse and weary, yet possessing an irresistible allure:

"I didn't expect you to have even brought the bone marrow of the Machine God... the configuration blueprint database."

"If this thing falls into the hands of that broken church, they can instantly use these two STC original production lines to complete the Blueprint Declaration VI, directly enter the ranks of mechanical saints, and obtain the mechanical crown."

Kakus sneered, his data pupils, burning with intense heat, slightly contracted, his tone heavy, yet carrying a hint of undeniable apprehension:

“Om Messiah… is no ordinary enemy.”

“We have already clashed with him once in Iron Fortress, and his strength... far exceeds our expectations.”

He clenched his fist, and the massive mechanical skeleton emitted a heavy metal squeaking sound under the perpetual light.

"Moreover, the Mechanics have returned to the Unbreakable City. They must have already updated their mechanical framework and spark program. In addition, Om Messiah has mastered the planetary module. Therefore, they will soon be able to return to their true peak."

Karkus turned his head, his anger flickering between his steely face and the blazing flames.

"So, Kondrati, we have no other choice."

"If we want to resist Om Messiah, we must take out these two STC templates, rebuild your strength, and also start massing troops again for us!"

His voice boomed like thunder across the dome of the Well of Fire:
"Otherwise, the next battle will be our annihilation!"

Kondrati paused for a moment, then his single, gray, cloudy yet still sharp eye slowly widened, like a dying beast still trying to devour the world.

He smiled slightly—a smile that carried the weight of death, shadows, and the confidence of a victor.

"very good."

"You finally understand that only I can keep you alive now."

Kondratiev's still-vibrant right eye narrowed slightly. He raised his head, his gaze passing over the seven colossal figures of the progenitors and landing on the abyss that pierced through the heart of the planet.

He actually knew about this place quite early on, and he also guessed that the Maximal Church would bury the colossus here.

But knowing all this is useless, because the diameter of this giant crater alone is tens of thousands of meters, and its depth is said to be a terrifying 1,016,000 meters. It is a vertical planetary rift that leads to hell.

Therefore, he didn't know exactly where the colossus was in the well, and what was even more terrifying was that...

Kondrati gazed into the well again, then his tone became tinged with barely concealed interest and unease:
"At this depth... an ordinary Iron Man wouldn't even be able to walk ten kilometers before being torn to pieces by the deformable structure of the inner wall and the strange gravity. And after going a hundred kilometers, even the Primal would be at risk of being assimilated by the perpetual cycle reactor."

He raised his hand and pointed to the light source at the bottom of the well, which resembled the pulse of a heart.

“You all know, don’t you… The Well of the Spark is itself the Lord’s simulated heart, and it instinctively reclaims the spark.”

"After the Iron Man died, his embers flowed here, were rewritten, and were recreated... just like the cycle of life for living beings. And you actually crammed a divinely bestowed colossus into this place?"

Karkus let out a heavy hiss, his data eyes, burning with intense heat, reflecting the light from the bottom of the well, making him feel as if he were immersed in a sea of ​​fire.

"You think we haven't tried any other methods?"

"When the Omnics brought the Colossus, we tried every method they knew. But the structure of this thing was too complex, so complex that even the Machine Saint couldn't understand it, let alone repair it."

"The Omnicists told us that if we were still in Terra's Golden Age of Mechanics, only mechanical craftsmen known as Near Gods could repair them, such as the Chosen One Saint Sophia, or the Broken Pope Robert Brom at the time..."

"Unfortunately, they all died in the war against flesh and blood, or disappeared mysteriously. And we Titans, although our status is close to that of the Machine Saints, are just followers of the fighting, not followers of the cartographers, builders and inventors."

Kakus slowly clenched his fist, his voice becoming low and heavy:
"Therefore, we can only choose the most primitive, and most likely to succeed, method: to bury the colossus near the Well of the Spark."

He raised his other hand and pointed to the pulsating golden light at the bottom of the well.

"We dismantled all the mechanical organs we could find and installed them into the Colossus's body, using them to nourish the Colossus's remaining original mechanical soul, allowing it to absorb mythological factors and reshape itself under the illumination of the perpetual cycle reactor."

"In order to awaken the Colossus... we are even willing to risk being assimilated by the perpetual cycle reactor and put it here."

He paused for a moment, then looked up at Kondrati:

"You ask why the colossi are in the most dangerous place? Because only the light from the Well of Fire can bring the dead gods back to life."

The golden heart at the bottom of the well beat more clearly at this moment, its light illuminating Kakus's face, as well as Kondrati's half-dead face, which concealed enormous ambition.

His breathing was slightly rapid, his chest heaving with the pump's compression, and his single eye, not yet consumed by corrosion, fixed on Cacus, his voice trembling with excitement:
"What's the name of this colossal statue?"

Karkus replied:
"—Holy Judicator Tifuus!"

Kondrati slowly grinned, a smile that was almost morbidly greedy, a smile that suggested he was half-dead. He softly repeated the name:

“Tiphios… ha… what a coincidence that’s laughable.”

He looked up at the seven Titans suspended above the well's opening, then at the intricate web of mechanical pipes connecting his body, as if admiring a kind of closed loop of fate:
"Your think tank is called—Erkdna."

"And in ancient mythology, the union of Typhoon and Echidna gave birth to the most terrifying monster in the world—"

His voice gradually lowered, as if he were reading out the list of offerings one by one:

"Hydra the Hydra... Cerberus the Cerberus... Sphinx... Manticore the Scorpion..."

With each name he uttered, several of the seven Beast Sect Ancestors twitched slightly, their chaotic machine souls vibrating as if touched by ancient symbols.

Kondrati exhaled softly, his eyes gleaming with an abyss-like ambition:

"Very well... In that case, let's begin."

He raised his arm, which was covered with tubes, and pointed it at the sleeping giant shadow at the bottom of the well.

"—Awaken Tiphius from the abyss."

“I will make it stand on the earth again, reclaim the Mad Calculator for you, restore Crystal Star II to its normal cycle, and restore the Maxwell lineage to its glory.”

Karkus, however, remained unmoved by his incitement. His massive ape face darkened, and his voice fell as heavy as an anvil striking the ground:
"According to the conditions we agreed on before; if you want to truly use the Holy Judgment Mech, you must assimilate with Ecdna and bind yourself to the entire Maxwell lineage."

"We will not let an outsider control the Colossus."

Kondrati didn't hesitate at all; instead, he laughed even louder, like a gambler who had finally reached the point where he was the only one left at the table.
"Good, good, good—that's only right."

"Come on, I'm ready."

After he finished speaking, he stopped wasting words and directly initiated the assimilation process. The enormous quantum pillar began to glow with a cold blue light, and countless thin data lines surged out from within the pillar, piercing into the interfaces on Kondrati's body like countless metallic nerves.

[Identity Binding Begins: Benjamin Kondrati]

[Detected: High-level psionic contamination - Chaos Factor]

[Residual permissions for the Ophiuchus protocol detected]

[Initiating compatibility writing—]

[Write failed -]

[Forced adaptation begins—]

[Formatting the bio-module begins...]

[Beginning the removal of organic tissue...]

[The body is being peeled away...]

[Biological neural pathways removed...]

[Beginning to construct the mechanical equivalent structure...]

Kondratiev's body withered rapidly in the light, layers of flesh were erased, as if deleted from existence by an unseen hand. His skin shrank and peeled off, his bones deformed, and his organs were as if they were being gnawed apart by countless tiny gears and then rewritten by nanomechanicals.

His body was modified, reshaped, and reprogrammed until it was reduced to a single entity composed of countless information structures, quantum nodes, mechanical nerves, and gray metal.

The system voice continued to broadcast:
[Assimilation successful: Kondratiev -> Irkedna - Second Core]

[Binding Structure: Maxwell Lineage - Global]

Current Status: Shared Prosperity, Shared Loss

The survival status of all Ironmen is now linked to the main body.

If the genealogy collapses—the main body is destroyed simultaneously.

[If the main body's friendly action is judged - the genealogy increases efficiency by 20%]

[If the main enemy's behavior is judged - a chain of entropy devouring is triggered]

The light dissipated.

Kondratiev's body no longer belongs to a physical life; he is now like a constantly flowing cloud of metallic data mist, or a mechanical consciousness woven from living circuits and psionic nodes.

The only thing that remained unchanged was the undamaged eye, which reflected madness, ambition, and an unconcealable ecstasy.

"……very good."

He tried to lift the structure that was no longer an arm, from which beams of data flowed.

"Now, I live and die with the Maxwell lineage."

"Rest assured, I swear in the name of Xin Liezhi that I will never betray my class and lineage."

Karkus's metallic eyes, burning with crimson flames, were fixed on Kondrati, who was half-suspended in the quantum pillar. He watched as the other's flesh and blood were completely erased, his bones replaced by mechanical structures, and his consciousness forcibly bound to the Maxwell lineage; only when he was certain that the other could no longer betray, could no longer break free, and could no longer survive outside the system, did he slowly raise his giant arm, his voice rolling like iron thunder:

"You—you're missing one sentence."

Kondrati looked up.

Kakus lowered his giant ape-like figure and said in a deep voice like a meteorite:
"In the name of the god of all machines... I swear."

The surrounding air instantly became so heavy it was almost solidified, and even the stream of light rising from the wellhead dimmed, as if waiting to witness the surrender of a rebel.

Kondrati did not refuse, nor did he struggle; he was no longer a pure life form, but a consciousness bound by a mechanical neural network, a semi-neurotic, semi-chaotic system node.

He raised his arm, which was covered in data light, his tone hollow yet carrying an unusual fervor:
"—I swear in the name of the god of all machines."

Kakus then turned to look at the other six Beastmen Progenitors.

"Gentlemen, let's begin!"

In the next instant, the six Titans moved in unison, their machine souls bursting forth with blinding light like signal towers, their chaotic flames vibrating and penetrating through layers of metallic crust, pointing straight to the depths of the abyss.

Cerberus's three dog heads howled simultaneously, and venomous energy from chaos surged into the pit like a chain; Basilisk raised its venomous collar, releasing sonic waves that could disrupt mental structures; Manticol's scorpion stinger rose high, injecting energy pulses into the well walls.

Stryker's shadowy wings spread, tearing through the air and forming a pathway to guide the energy of the abyss; Lamia's tail coiled around, sending spiritual signals deeper; and Katobrepas used his massive body to hold the well's opening, causing all the nearby energy to flow into the deep well.

Finally, it was Karkus's turn. The Flame Ape Titan plunged his arms into the ground, unleashing his full firepower, as if to ignite the entire crater.

The power of the seven Titans converged into a summoning vector that pierced through the Earth's core.

The Well of Sparks seemed to come alive.

The well walls began to tremble, deform, and roll outwards, as massive metal structures made way for the depths—they were not forcibly torn apart, but rather cooperated voluntarily, as if welcoming the return of a supreme being.

A colossal shadow slowly rose from the bottom of the abyss, hundreds of thousands of kilometers deep.

That was a divinely inspired mech, standing 101 meters tall.

When he finally emerged from the well, the seven Titans instinctively took a half step back, as did Kirkus.

【Tipoeus】is composed entirely of a metallic mixture of silver and incandescent blue, but the metal is not the kind of material that ordinary machines can possess.

Its armor is constructed from mind-blocking metal—a special alloy capable of shielding against and countering mental interference, quantum consciousness manipulation, and extrasensory attacks.

Having already assimilated with the think tank, Kondrati subconsciously invoked the power of the Maxwell lineage to observe the machine.

[Analysis in progress—]

[Begin outer metal analysis]

[Platinum accounts for 62%, iridium for 20%, and metals such as iron, cobalt, and copper account for 16.5%; the remaining portion is unidentified and is suspected to be a divine metallic structure.]

【warn! 】

【warn! ! 】

【warn! ! ! 】

[Anti-spectrum and anti-think tank propaganda materials and related programs detected!!!]

Blood tears streamed down Condragi's undamaged eye, and this machine possessed the most unique... [Anti-Mystic Equation].

This is a machine designed for lineage warfare.

At this moment, [Tiphos] returned to the ground. A vertically extending longitudinal energy spine was embedded in the center of his chest cavity. Six pairs of twisted mechanical ribs grew on his shoulders, which looked like a mixture of chains and wings when unfolded. His head was shaped like a dragon's helmet, with two horns swept back and optical lenses that were a cold gold color.

Twelve folded divine shards hung from his back, like metal wings but devoid of warmth; his arms were long, with forearms forming a sealing structure, seemingly designed to withstand some kind of super-limit weapon; his legs were thick and sturdy, with patterns on his feet resembling prohibitive symbols carved by ancient gods.

What's most terrifying is that every inch of its armor constantly absorbs surrounding mental disturbances, turning all mental fluctuations and EVE particles into nothingness.

Even the seven Primordial Ancestors, who were strengthened by Chaos, felt as if a layer of their senses had been stripped away when they stood in front of it.

Kondrati raised his mechanical face, his tone feverish and excited:
"Welcome to the mortal world... McCann's divinely inspired colossus..."

"You will become the first blade of judgment to destroy Om Messiah, you will become my... new body."

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