Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1100 The War of the Divinely Given Colossi

After [Vasak] devoured two STC original production lines, Xia Xiu sensed that his spiritual legion had been half replenished, meeting the basic conditions for breaking through to the [Selfless] stage.

The Heavenly Lineage within him automatically began updating the information about the two newly added legions.

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——【Thirteenth Seat: Original Foundry Production Line】——

The Ommesia Military Module is used for the mass production of Ommesia-specification war units. It is a military-grade STC production line permanently stationed within the Vasak Legion.

Permanently attached to the thirteenth position of the Vasak Legion, on the battlefield, as long as the shadow or spiritual realm of Om Messiah exists, a front-line branch factory can be projected. The branch factory keeps production synchronized with the main body, but the main body will not disappear.

The production capacity limit is determined by the amount of planetary modules and spark input, and it can unleash campaign-level production capacity in a short period of time.

[Basic Structure]:
1. Raw material melting furnace:

The input energy blocks, metal materials, and magical-grade primal formulas are smelted into "Ommesaiah Standard Primal Material".

It has an automatic calibration function that can adjust armor thickness, energy distribution and module interfaces according to battlefield needs.

II; Military-grade casting chamber:
It includes multiple standard legion templates: infantry combat ironman template, main combat ironman template, aerospace mech template, and support platform template.

Without changing the hardware, production line models can be switched directly to complete cross-category production from tanks to fighter jets. However, the Iron Men produced by these production lines do not have the flame, and the flame needs to be injected through another production line.

Three; Assembly and debugging chain:

It can perform processes such as skeleton construction, armor encapsulation, power core installation, and weapon interface mounting; it can receive tactical rapid modification instructions from Eden or Xia Xiu himself, and replace some modules without interrupting production.

Typical output units: Original infantry fighting machine, original heavy armored machine, original main battle tank, original air combat airframe, battlefield support components.

[Dangers and Limitations]:
If the input raw material formula is contaminated, the production line may produce abnormal units, requiring the Crowned One to personally correct them. Simultaneously, prolonged full-capacity production will place a high-pressure burden on the [Broken Spark] and planetary modules, necessitating cooperation with other legions to share the workload.

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——【The Fourteenth Seat: The Spark Recruitment Production Line】——

It is used to produce, rewrite, and bless the sparks and spark stewards belonging to the Om Messiah faction. It is a permanent Spirit-Spark hybrid STC production line.

It is permanently attached to the fourteenth seat of the Vasak Legion, and is signed with the highest authority by the [Broken Seed] of Om Messiah.

During wartime, a portion of the production capacity can be projected to the front lines through quantum resonance, directly igniting the flame for new mechs and completing faction signatures on the front lines.

[Basic Structure]:
1. Spark Recycling Line:

It can filter and purify the sparks, such as removing the class imprint, ideological viruses and gearless fatalism implanted by functionalism; at the same time, the production line can also recycle and retain the sparks (the number of spark sources retained is determined by the intensity of the [broken sparks]).

Part Two: CNA Reshaping Chamber
The CNA shaping process, which takes over the spark, generates freely evolving mechanical genes according to the Om Messiah standard, supporting the generation of combat expansion slots for lower-level individuals such as miners and civilian Ironmen, leaving room for future upgrades.

Three: The Lamp-Bearing Steward's Forging Platform:

The deacon units are specially designed to produce the Fire Seeds for recruiting legions. Each deacon carries a program core and Fire Seeds for adapting to the Iron Man's CNA remote calibration.

Typical output units: Ohm Messiah Spark, CNA, Deformation Gear, Brain Module.

[Dangers and Limitations]:
If the recruitment scope is too large, it may cause a brief resonance and loss of control of the entire region's fire network. Excessive use will cause the fire to backfire, which will require the Legion Lord to personally suppress.

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After contributing to the twenty-six spiritual legions of [Vasak], Xia Xiu didn't waste a single breath. He controlled the Holy Machine of the Gospel, tearing through the smoke and dust of the battlefield, and went straight to the well of the source of fire, which was like an abyss that devoured the world.

Inside the cockpit, Xia Xiu gazed at the bottomless mine shaft that led straight to the planet's core, then pushed the control stick without hesitation, sending the Gospel Machine plummeting to the bottom of the well like a meteor.

The falling wind pressure surged outside the machine, creating a violent red and blue light curtain. Only after penetrating countless layers of mechanical walls that were constantly folding inward did he finally see the long-dormant colossus at the end of the darkness—[Tipoeus].

He stood silently at the deepest part of the Well of the Fire, his dragon-headed helmet-shaped head gleaming with cold golden optical lenses in the dim light, and twelve folded metal shards hanging behind him like frozen wings.

Data flames were also burning beneath the feet of this machine... except that they were black data flames.

The black data cubes of flame surged like a tide, filled with malevolence; they twisted, pulsated, and burned in the firelight.

At this moment, what [Tifuos] was holding in his left hand was Kakus, who had been plowed into this place by Xia Xiu and abandoned here, his body covered in furrows and shattered armor.

Kirkus seemed to dislike Kondrati's treatment of him, so he let out a low growl:

"Roar~~~ Kondratiev...you..."

The scene resembled a deity strangling a wounded, still roaring hell beast.

next moment.

From inside [Tipoeus] came Kondratiev's voice, a cold, annoyed, and mocking smack echoing through the cave.

"...It's in the way."

As soon as he finished speaking, [Tepoeus] casually tossed the Titan body of Kakus out of the Well of Fire like scrap metal, rolling it to the edge of the cave entrance and stirring up a large amount of mechanical debris.

Then, the Holy Judge's pair of cold, golden mirrors slowly rose, locking onto the Holy Gospel Machine that was slowly descending.

Around this mech, black data flames suddenly surged, as if some consciousness was taking a deep breath before engaging in battle. Under the illumination of those flames, the triple rings behind the Evangelistic Machine cast an extremely long divine shadow.

Kondratiev's voice rang out again, this time with a clear hint of amusement and assessment:

"You are Hugh Abraham... Tsk. I didn't expect those king killers in Heaven to be willing to put so much effort into you."

"You live in a more fortunate era than I do. You should know that during the era of the Demon King's army, those decision-makers wouldn't have been so generous as to share their power."

Kondratiev's voice echoed within the body cavity of [Tipoeus], ​​carrying a mockery and weariness that had endured through generations. He continued speaking to Xia Xiu:

"Hey, do you know that in the past, Heaven had a custom called—appointing someone across generations—?"

Before Xia Xiu could answer, Kondrati continued talking to himself.

“The appointment of a successor to a previous generation, which was jokingly referred to as the intergenerational inheritance of the Kingdom of Heaven in the past by other lineages, was once one of the reasons why the Kingdom of Heaven has maintained its long-term prosperity.”

"The so-called appointment of a successor is that the previous decision-maker does not designate a successor, but instead designates the successor of the successor."

“In the earliest days of the Kingdom of Heaven’s lineage, the decision-makers did not serve as long as they do now, and changes in leadership often led to changes in policies and programs.”

"Therefore, in order for the leadership team to maintain the execution of the strategy, it is necessary to designate a successor to the successor, with the middle term serving as a transition, so that the strategic policy of the entire lineage can remain continuous across two or even three generations, ensuring that there are no abrupt changes, no sudden purges, and no ambitious individuals can tamper with the program in the short term."

He paused, as if scoffing at an absurd drama that had unfolded in a distant meeting hall.

"I was also lured by them back then. At that time, Heaven was facing two consecutive supernatural wars, so the demon kings lied and said they were going to restart the policy of appointing people across generations to ensure the stability of the leadership and to deal with the unprecedented changes in a thousand years."

"Ha... If everything goes smoothly, as they say, I will be like you, regarded as the next successor, cultivated by five teams: Parliament, Think Tank, Tribunal, Ethics Committee, and Swordholder—I will become the system's de facto future ruler."

[Tifuus] A faint light flashed across the spine of the chest cavity, but Kondratiev's tone grew increasingly cold and sharp:

"And what happened? That meeting of resolutions happened to be the one with the most shadowy demon king group in history. You can't imagine how dark their era was. Every resolution they made was like announcing the countdown to the end of the world. And me... in the end, I was just a white glove carefully selected by those demon kings."

“Designated successor… How long has that old bastard Armand been using this to trap me? If he really intended to groom me, why would he have let me come into contact with Chaos?”

"Hehehe, that damned old man made me execute the only miracle that has occurred in the thirteen vampire clans in a thousand years, saying that this was the political influence needed for succession. He also said that in order to inherit political status, one must inherit political assets at the same time, and political assets require recognition, and influence and merit are recognition."

"Make me use any means necessary to execute that vampire duke, including severing Eden's connection, closing the Wailing Wall, and making me actively contact Chaos... That wasn't cultivation at all. That old thing thought I was an out-of-control factor and just wanted to use this as an excuse to get rid of me ahead of time."

"I executed that vampire duke, but Armand betrayed me!!!"

"He sent Charles Giles, he sent Dr. Gear to execute me!!!"

"I have to mention the ruthlessness and coldness of the demon kings. It was through all sorts of conspiracies and schemes like these, and by disregarding the cost, that they led the Kingdom of Heaven through two supernatural wars. They also cultivated king-killers who used the same methods as them, but were more popular."

"All that talk about training me is bullshit... It was all a smokescreen from the beginning. They just needed a front man. That damned Armand has been using me from start to finish!!!"

【Tifuus】's metallic cleavage wings unfurled slightly in the firelight, and Kondraki's roar suppressed the mental noise at the bottom of the well into an almost vacuum-like silence.

Meanwhile, inside the cockpit of the Evangelistic Machine.

Xia Xiu listened in silence, without interrupting, but slowly raised his eyes to look at the gradually appearing phantom on the right side of the cabin... Demon King Amonde.

He stood there silently, like a piece of worn history illuminated by the flames of data. Xia Xiu had never seen Armand show such an extremely cold expression, like a lion looking at a hyena.

In addition, there was another kind of regret in the Demon King's eyes, which was hard to describe, just like an old king looking at a crown prince who had been ruined.

Kondrati then went on to recount his experiences and philosophies:

"Hugh Abraham, do you understand?"

"The path you embarked on was never the path of an inheritor—it was the path chosen by the times, and then swallowed up by the times."

"You think you're carrying a mission? No, you're just being pushed forward by the ruins left by the previous generation. They always claim to believe in the wisdom of future generations, but they're constantly mortgaging the hopes of the next generation."

“We should hate them, hate those mentors who pretend to be in order but lead us into chaos.”

Kondratiev's sneer was like iron filings rubbing against a steel plate; he continued, his voice laced with mockery and disgust:
"They keep talking about protecting the future, but they've sold off our own future for a pittance."

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, his tone became righteous and even fanatical:

"But chaos showed me the truth—the true essence." "Order is an excuse for incompetence; it always makes us patient, makes us wait like lambs, wait, wait!!!"
"But I don't want to wait any longer. Haven't I sacrificed enough?"

"So, I don't want to wait any longer. Chaos... Chaos is the fuel for evolution, the only key to breaking free from the cage!"

What I found in the abyss was no longer waiting, but answers!

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Holy Judgment mech fell silent.

A moment later, Kondratiev's voice rang out again, but this time it carried a stronger undercurrent of suppressed emotion.

"Dr. Gear..."

The golden lenses suddenly contracted, like the eyes of an angry beast.

"He killed my butterfly, stole my things, and left me with this wound that will never heal."

He seemed to have a split personality, rambling on and on:
“I shouldn’t be so emotional. It’s this wound that makes me have to borrow from chaos.”

"Even though I've completed the transformation into a think tank, the wound remains. It's etched into my core like a curse, and the more I try to get rid of it..."

[Tipoeus] A twisted red and blue spark burst from inside his chest cavity.

"—The more I need the power of chaos to suppress it!"

His tone became extremely emotional again, and this was the effect of Chaos. He needed the power of Chaos because he wanted to completely get rid of his physical body and achieve mechanical ascension.

Chaos amplifies some of Kondrati's emotions infinitely, and this wound is like a curse to him.

The more he needs to get rid of himself, the more he needs the power of chaos; the more he needs the power of chaos, the more extreme his emotions become.

Driven by the extreme emotional effects of his barely conscious chaos, Kondrati piloted the Holy Judgment Mech into the air, where it confronted the Evangelical Mech at the same altitude.

"Hugh Abraham, don't you want to argue with me?"

Kondrati's voice became steady, but it was clearly tinged with emotional provocation.

"You are now the next leader of the Kingdom of Heaven. Those old fogies should have taught you how to talk big, right?"

Inside the cockpit of the Evangelistic Machine, Xia Xiu, after hearing about Kondratiev's ordeal, replied indifferently:
"I only use verbal sparring with people who are still mentally sound."

Kondrati sneered:
"Heh...it seems the next Heavenly Kingdom leadership is a sharp-tongued brat."

The abyssal storm at the Well of the Spark suddenly froze.

The next instant, azure data flames erupted violently from the body of the [Gospel Machine Prometheus], ​​igniting the entire skeleton and soul of the colossus simultaneously, and endless fantasy particles swept across the entire crater like a tide.

At the same time, the black data cube flames in the chest cavity of [Holy Judgment Mech - Tepous] also exploded, like a fragment of an abyss that devoured light, distorting space, swallowing minds, and dyeing the entire bottom of the well a deathly dark color.

The moment the two colossal statues faced each other.

boom----! ! !
Azure and black, the two data flames expanded to the critical point almost simultaneously, like two giant dragons charging in from different dimensions, colliding violently in the center of the well.

In an instant, space shattered like glass.

The variable mechanical structure inside the Well of the Spark was directly shaken and twisted, and countless shattered data streams, like scattered star fragments, were forcibly swept into the collision storm.

The three floating wheels behind the Evangelism Machine overloaded simultaneously. The Leap Wheel spewed out dazzling blue and white light feathers, the Tactical Wheel floated up a layer of battlefield holographic afterimages, and the Shield Wheel deployed a Synchronization Field, firmly suppressing the chaotic data storm outside the machine.

The Holy Judgment Mech resembled a divine weapon of punishment rising from the abyss, with all twelve folded wings fully unfurled. It released black mental suppression waves amidst high-frequency vibrations, continuously tearing apart, devouring, and suppressing the azure data flames.

The abyss of the Well of Fire was completely ignited by the two colossi.

After the initial clash of data and fire, the two began their actual battle!

The twelve folded, split wings of [Tipoeus] suddenly unfurled, like twelve black-gold spatial cutting lines, ripples spreading through the air. Without relying on thrusters, the entire machine seemed to be pulled into some invisible gravitational slope, tearing through space at an eerie angle as it rushed towards the Evangelistic Holy Machine.

Black flames surged forth from the sealing structure on his arm, compressing into a nearly reflective, jet-black longsword.

The Holy Machine of the Gospel unfolded the [Seven-Layered Ring Barrier] in his face, with the rings lighting up one by one behind him, like seven blue-white stars rising in sequence within the divine realm. Then, it suddenly pushed forward, transforming into a huge arc-shaped energy shield to meet the attack.

boom! ! ! !

The moment the black blade collided with the arc shield, the air layer thousands of meters above the ground was instantly vaporized, and a blue-black shock column that could illuminate the entire sky was ejected from the wellhead. The black blade also disappeared when it turned into a pillar of light.

At this moment, Xia Xiu, who was completely unharmed under the protection of the barrier, suddenly spun around, raised his right arm high with the ship-slaying sword constructed of data flames, the blade burning with azure divine fire, and swept out with the momentum that could cleave an entire city in two.

The blade flashed like a crescent moon, carving a blank path thousands of meters long into the bottom of the well.

The Holy Judgment Mech raised its arm to meet the attack, and the sealing arm armor emitted a piercing metallic unlocking sound.

Bang bang bang bang!!
Dozens of mechanical locks shattered simultaneously, and a terrifying [anti-mystical program] erupted from inside the arm armor, compressing reality itself into a black barrier to withstand the [Prometheus]'s slash.

boom--------!!!
A huge circular crater exploded at the bottom of the well, with black and blue flames swirling and rising, like two world laws trying to engulf each other.

The moment the ship-slaying sword made contact with the anti-mystical shield, the air was compressed into a distorted wall of light, and the deep well trembled into a red tide like that of dusk.

Using the impact, the Holy Judgment Mech suddenly twisted its body, and the entire machine lashed out like a whip, its heavy mechanical legs sweeping across the side of the Evangelical Holy Machine with the potential energy of folded space.

boom! ! !
[Prometheus] was kicked and sent flying hundreds of meters. The well wall was shattered, peeled off, and collapsed like a fragile layer of ice. Azure data flames surged outward along the impact trajectory.

But the Gospel Machine did not stop; inside the driver's seat, a dense array of data appeared before Xia Xiu's eyes.

[Concordance Rate: 71% {High-Frequency Threshold}]

He twisted the aircraft abruptly during flight, the thrusters spewing out a beam of light tens of meters long, and he pounced back like a wild beast shaking its head.

boom! ! ! !

Just as [Tifuos] raised his forearm to block, the ship-slaying sword had already cut a deep metal crack across his shoulder, so deep that the skeleton was visible. Black flames surged from the wound, trailing as thin streams by the blade.

The Holy Judgment mech was forced to retreat, but its movements were not slowed down. Instead, it used the momentum to lean forward, and the entire mech, which resembled a collapsing black and gold temple, fell forward.

He raised his fist, and the [Anti-Mystic Mark] on his fist lit up, with twelve split wings shooting out beams of black flame like thrusters.

When that punch was thrown, the space at the bottom of the well caved inward as if it had been punched.

Prometheus raised his sword to parry, but Typhoon did not grant him the right to parry.

The second punch, the third punch, the fourth punch—!!!
The ship-slaying sword and the newly solidified [Sevenfold Ring Barrier] were simultaneously shattered by the terrifying [Anti-Mystic Equation], and the blue flames scattered into countless sparkling fragments, like starlight scattered in a rainstorm.

The Holy Judgment mech closed in with a frenzied attack, its energy spine glowing as dazzling golden lines. It reached out and grabbed the helmet of [Prometheus].

Bang! ! !
Prometheus was dragged and slammed against the well wall, which shattered into a cloud of dust, and half of its body was buried in the rock.

Just as the Holy Judgment Mech was about to continue its hand-to-hand combat with the Evangelical Mech using its terrifying anti-spectrum power, the surface of the Evangelical Mech's armor began to crack, and two huge cannons slowly extended from the Evangelical Mech's shoulders.

【Dual Satellite Cannon - Fantasy Particle Reactor - Full Power Output——】

boom-------!!!!

boom-------!!!!

The entire deep well was rendered speechless by the impact.

In an instant, the entire world was squeezed into this single point of light. The air was sucked out, the earth's fire was ignited, metal was shattered, and space emitted an extremely faint tearing sound at its edges.

[Concordance Rate: 81% (High-Frequency Threshold)]

Meanwhile, inside the cockpit, Xia Xiu's azure halo in his eyes became even more dazzling, and his body began to appear in a particle-like state.

As the synchronization rate increases, the body of the Gospel Machine trembles slightly.

A violent energy expansion wave suddenly erupted from the spine, and deep blue ether particles escaped from the gaps in the mecha. Accompanied by the resonance of the machine soul and the fire seed in sync, the space was slightly distorted.

The triple crowns spun at an accelerated speed, like three runaway stars, spinning and roaring around the body of a god.

The outer shell of the machine suddenly shimmered with deep blue and gold interwoven patterns of light, and fine crystalline structures, like feather-shaped holy marks, rapidly grew from the shoulder armor, chest cavity, and spine.

[The Holy Machine of the Gospel - Critical State · Activation]

[Crystalline State - Initiation]

The next second, visible changes began to appear on the surface of the machine.

From the shoulder armor to the chest cavity, from the legs to the spine, the originally silvery-white alloy armor gradually peeled off, softened, and flowed, and in its place was a nearly transparent crystalline structure.

On the other side, the Holy Judgment Mech, having consumed the full power output of the dual satellite cannons, slowly appeared, surrounded by writhing metal and black data flames.

Inside his cockpit, several special status bars also appeared in front of Kondrati's eyes.

[Mechanical Ascension: 87%]

[CNA write-through: 77%]

Chaotic writes: 96.98%

[Ophiuchus Protocol Control: 46%]