Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1101 Destruction of Heaven and Earth
At this moment, the black data cube flames surrounding the Holy Judgment Mech completely went out of control, as if the restrictions had been forcibly unlocked by some higher-level logical command. The dense black flame cubes were no longer just attached to the surface of the armor, but began to rotate, overlap, and collapse at high speed around the mech in an irregular trajectory, forming a black computational storm that was constantly devouring and multiplying itself.

At the heart of the storm, Condraghi in the cockpit was barely recognizable as a human; his body was pierced, entangled, and suspended in mid-air by countless mechanical pipes of varying thicknesses.

The pulsation of the pipes was accompanied by a blinding stream of red and black data flowing into his spine and nerve endings, but he seemed to feel no pain at all, and laughed with his head tilted back. The laughter was amplified through the body's resonance system into a kind of ecstatic echo with a metallic tremor, reverberating throughout the entire bottom space of the well.

"It'll be soon, it'll be really soon..."

Kondratiev's voice sounded as if it had been repeatedly cut by multiple filters and then reassembled in chaotic noise. His gaze was fixed on the Gospel Machine opposite him through the main view of the Inquisitor, and his tone carried an almost morbid excitement.

"Although the soul is not yet profound enough, it has already separated itself from the flock—this is the first layer of loneliness, the starting point on the path to great spirituality. Those who break free from the flock are supermen!!!"

To reach [Miracle: The Self-Sacrificer], one must traverse seven levels of ether, and simultaneously endure seven levels of solitude.

For all beings, loneliness is wrapped in seven layers, and nothing can penetrate it; only by transcending these seven layers of loneliness can one become a complete transcendent of old morality, old divine judgments, and old values.

"Only after enduring seven layers of solitude can you become a true strongman, and our world is born from this."

The armor structure behind the Holy Judgment Mech emitted a deep and long unfolding sound, and four huge mechanical crowns appeared one by one in the black flames. They were not completely symmetrical, but floated behind the mech in a slightly off-center posture.

The first crown burned with an almost blood-red luster, its edges rough and violent;
The second one flows with ever-changing blue-purple data patterns, like a logic circuit that is constantly rewriting itself.

The third crown was covered with a morbid, dark green, misty energy, thick and viscous;
The fourth crown emitted an unsettling pinkish-purple glow, the light itself carrying aftershocks that disrupted perception.

The four colors repel and intertwine with each other, causing the outline of the Holy Judgment Mech to appear briefly doubled and displaced.

Another selection of the four gods... Although not as grand as Traitor 0-13, it should not be underestimated.

On the other side, however, the interior of the Evangelion Machine fell into an almost extreme state of silence. Xia Xiu in the cockpit did not respond to Kondratiev's ravings. He simply raised his hand and pushed the computing authority of the planet module in his body directly to the third threshold. In the next instant, a massive torrent of ether computing surged into the depths of his consciousness like a burst dam.

Current Ethereum floating-point operation efficiency: 1 × 10⁻¹⁰ operations/second (100 trillion)

The instant the prompt flashed, the coherence value began to climb at a visible rate.

[Concordance rate: 85%...89%...95% {threshold}]

Xia Xiu's body also underwent irreversible changes. The boundaries between his flesh and blood began to blur. His skin no longer reflected external light but instead actively radiated a soft yet stable glow. His hair gradually decomposed into fine streams of photons in the air, slowly floating along the energy trajectory inside the cockpit. His eyes had long lost their original form, replaced by two slowly rotating azure halos, like miniature universes embedded in his pupils, deep and calm, yet containing the danger of collapsing at any moment.

Light particles flowed, refracted, and recombined at high speed within his body. Through his translucent, crystalline shell, one could clearly see the incredibly precise internal structures operating in sync.

The air inside the cockpit was filled with these dissipated light mists, and brief snowflakes kept appearing on the instrument panel. The triple mechanical wheels behind the Gospel Machine also began to emit a sharp heat dissipation sound, and blue and white energy veins flashed wildly along the wheel rims.

Pfft~~~
Pfft~~~
Pfft~~~~
Xia Xiu knew very well that he and Kondratiev were on completely different paths. The other could sacrifice himself to the Colossus and to Chaos without hesitation, while he had to forcefully suppress the abyss leading to the true Om Messiah within the limits of his remaining rationality.

"This is the second time we've reached the critical threshold. The last time was with Green Day... But Kondrati is much more troublesome than Green Day. I estimate we'll have to get the synchronization rate to 98% so Eden can prepare for ejection. If it exceeds 99.92%, we'll have to eject from the Gospel Machine first."

A brief and oppressive standoff spread across the bottom of the well. Black data flames and azure fantasy particles attracted and repelled each other in space. The hand-to-hand combat that had just ended had proven that mere physical strength could not tear through the opponent's defensive structure.

At this moment, neither the Holy Judgment Machine nor the Holy Evangelism Machine adjusted their posture or retreated; they almost simultaneously stabilized their energy output frequency.

At this moment, Xia Xiu and Kondrati's forms are close to the first level of loneliness—isolation from others.

They can now be described as... outcasts; to put it bluntly, they've stopped being human!

Xia Xiu gave this battlefield no more time to breathe. Inside the body of Prometheus, which was like a god's remains, his consciousness collapsed inward and spread outward. All permissions, all calculations, and all untapped potential were simultaneously brought to the table. His outstretched right hand was no longer a joystick or control interface, but directly gripped the silver lever that had pierced through countless worlds.

drip-drip-drip-

[Detected: [Celestial Lever] has been used to manipulate the rule panel: Supreme Divinity (God of All Machines)]

[Leveraging: Stealing God's Authority]

[Divine Liberation Mode Detected]

[Authoritarian Domain Detected: The Key to the End—]

[Initiating the Gospel Program—]

At the very moment the last command was confirmed, the right arm armor of the Evangelion Machine was forcibly pushed open from the inside, and the structural layers folded outward, unlocked, and retreated one by one.

Immediately afterwards, silvery-white light burst forth from the pried-open gap in the grid. The light did not diffuse, but was forcibly compressed, folded, and shaped.

A pure and deadly blade of light took shape in the void, an ultimate weapon formed entirely from the condensation of rules, divinity, and the will of violence. The spearhead presented a sharp and cold spiral rhomboid blade structure, with layers of rotating facets that seemed to be tearing apart the future. The spear body was crystal clear, like liquid mercury endowed with geometry and will, reflecting an unsettling silvery-white radiance as it flowed. At the tip of the spear, that point of extremely concentrated sharpness even caused the surrounding space to instinctively recede.

[Evangelion Relic Loaded: End - Heavenly Spiral Spear!]

The next moment, an even more terrifying change occurred silently.

【The Crown Unfolds, A World Out of Control】

[Loading runaway parameters...]

In Xia Xiu's view, the sea of ​​data suddenly surged, and countless parameters that should have been marked as "abnormal," "unpredictable," or "should not have appeared" were forcibly extracted, amplified, and fixed, like curse clauses written into the bottom layer of reality.

Enemy hit rate decreased by 77%.

[Our critical strike chance has increased by +53%]

[Enemy behavior logic prediction bias +78%]

[Stability of Physical Laws: Perturbation State]

At the same time, the second crown unfolded silently.

【Crown Unfolds - World Modulation Mode——】

[Decreased gravitational stability (target region)]

【Ether Response Offset Lock】

[Absolute Hit - Activate!]

Xia Xiu raised the silver-white spear.

Without prayer, declaration, or any sacred ritual, he simply uttered a simple yet cruel statement with an almost indifferent calm.

"Activate, third impact mode."

In an instant, the triple crowns behind the Gospel Machine erupted simultaneously, and photons poured down like a collapsing sky, tearing the entire bottom space into countless layers of light and shadow.

[Gospel Element Stance: Heavenly Spiral - Third Impact]

Xia Xiu's voice was deep and clear, cutting through all the noise, all the interference, all the chaos.

"Pierce through it, Heavenly Spiral."

Facing the unfolding of the Evangelical Arc and Xia Xiu's Crown, Condragi, who was controlling the Holy Judgment Mech, showed no fear. They all knew what this battle meant for them.

So, whoever backs down is a coward!
The next moment, the structure behind [Tipoeus] began to change drastically.

It's not expansion, it's pollution.

Four massive mechanical rings slowly rose from behind the spine of the Holy Judgment Mech, each bearing a distinct yet equally unsettling hue—dark red, eerie blue, rotten green, and demonic purple—they were not regular structures, but rather "abnormal permits" forcibly welded onto reality.

【Crowning of Chaos - First Domain - Echoes of Bloodbath】

The crimson crown lit up first, and the moment the domain opened, the conflict weight of the entire bottom space was amplified infinitely. Any attack would be forcibly judged as a life-for-life close-range killing. Energy loss, structural damage, and the burning of the sparks all doubled at the same time, as if the world itself was shouting a sentence - either win or die together.

【Crowning of Chaos - Second Realm - Ever-Changing Lies】

The eerie blue crown spun around, and the causal chain within the domain began to shift. Multiple results overlapped in trajectory prediction, hit determination, and future calculation. Truth and falsehood, past and future were forcibly mixed up. Even the future that was seen was half an illusion that had been altered.

【Crowning of Chaos - The Third Realm - The Eternal Continuity of Decay】

The decaying green crown unfolded with a low hum, and wherever the domain covered, all structures began to slowly but irreversibly decay. But at the same time, decay itself was used as a resource to feed back into the machine. Damaged armor, cracked machine soul, and dissipated energy were all converted into fuel for continuous combat—the more decayed, the more powerful.

【Crowning of Chaos - Fourth Realm - Ecstasy Out of Control】

The final, glowing, purplish-red crown offered no warning; it simply caused the entire space's risk assessment module to malfunction. Pain, fear, and reason were stripped away, becoming irrelevant variables, leaving only a mad and pure pleasure—advancing through destruction, cheering amidst collapse.

The moment the four chaotic domains were completed, the Holy Judgment Mech raised its hand.

At the same time, on the Evangelical Flying Machine side, the Third Impact had been fully released.

The silver-white Spear of the End pierced through the void, dragging along the altered, tampered, and forcibly locked laws of reality, like a straight line of judgment, hurtling towards [Tepoeus].

There was no avoidance, no probing.

The attacks from both sides collided head-on at the very center of the Well of Sparks.

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

The silvery-white power of the end collided head-on with the black chaotic domain high in the sky, like two opposing laws being forcibly forced into the same instant. Rule and anti-rule devoured, tore, and exploded against each other, the shockwave spreading layer by layer along the invisible physical boundaries, directly tearing a hideous subspace rift in the sky above the Well of the Spark. Rumble!!!

Boom! ! !
Within the crack, etheric turbulence leaked out wildly, air was instantly emptied and then forcibly refilled, and temperature, air pressure, and gravity fluctuated continuously in a short period of time. Finally, under the guidance of the planet's self-repair mechanism, it condensed into a huge cyclone that stretched across the sky and earth. The bottom of the tornado was deeply inserted into the wellhead, while the top reached the clouds and even tore apart the troposphere. Thunderstorms, ionizing glows, and shattered seas of clouds rolled in layers within it, and the meteorological structure of the entire region was completely out of control.

Amidst this chaos, two world-destroying figures simultaneously broke free from the epicenter.

One streak of silver-white, the other of pitch-black.

They stopped lingering and stopped confronting each other. Instead, they pushed their propulsion power to the limit at the same instant, turning into two streaks of light that left long trails. They began to chase, approach, and collide with each other in the air at supersonic speeds. Each brief contact triggered a new energy explosion, raising waves of metal and rock on the ground below.

The chase quickly took them out of the area around the Well of Fire.

When two streaks of light, accompanied by sonic boom clouds, tore through the sky and forcefully entered the airspace above the capital city of Iron Fortress, the battle completely lost its concept of a battlefield, leaving only speed, altitude, and the entire city constantly being affected.

Both of them are now in a frenzy, recklessly using their crowns and thinking only of killing each other.

The moment Xia Xiu entered the airspace above the Iron Fortress, he immediately activated—[World Modulation Mode: All Things in the Universe!] .

[Startup Environment Template - Proposed: Construction Domain - Block World]

[Rules simulation engine integration in progress...]

[Adjusted: World-level logic - Edit mode enabled]

Without a roar or an explosion, the urban structure beneath the Iron Fortress suddenly became visibly displaced. The once continuous blocks, towers, and defensive structures were forcibly cut apart by an invisible grid of rules. The surface seemed to be disassembled into countless geometric units, which hovered, sank, and rose piece by piece, with the direction of gravity being remarked in some areas.

The towering defensive towers were dismantled into neat cubic modules within a single frame, their energy pipelines exposed, only to be immediately covered by new rules and transformed into blocky energy nodes; the flight paths above the city had their altitude parameters directly rewritten, and several flying units that had not yet had time to avoid them seemed to have crashed into an invisible editing boundary, instantly losing speed and plummeting.

As the sky above Iron Fortress was torn apart by two streaks of light, leaving long sonic boom trails, the effects of the [World Modulation Mode] were fully unleashed. It wasn't as crude as simply "turning things into blocks," but rather like an invisible hand extracting and rewriting the structural parameters of the entire city line by line.

As a result, you can see those originally streamlined metal towers being meshed and cut in half a second, the curvature of the facade being forcibly discretized into layers of stepped folds, and the crystal devices at the top of the spire being disassembled into regular cubic crystal clusters suspended in the air, as if they were paused in the modeling interface waiting to be dragged back to their positions.

The surface of the street was even more exaggerated. The entire alloy road was divided into huge square bricks like building blocks. Some were raised into steps, while others were simply removed, leaving neat square holes. The energy network underneath was exposed like nerve bundles with their skin peeled off, but it was immediately covered by new rules into square glowing nodes. Even the overflowing electric arcs became sharp and angular, like blue and white pixel sparks jumping "click-click" in the air.

Further away, the central avenue of Iron Fortress, which should have been a ribbon of light running through the city, has now been modulated into a straight coordinate axis. The heights of the buildings on both sides have been uniformly aligned into several layers of slices, as if someone had copied and pasted the entire city in layers. Any unit that attempts to carry out conventional maneuvers in this airspace will be "stuck" by the regular grid.

The machine was clearly accelerating, but it was as if it had crashed into an invisible boundary. The next moment, its velocity vector was forcibly rewritten, and it crashed erratically into the blocky buildings below. The sound of the explosion was swallowed up by the blocky dust and smoke, and the flames that emerged were compressed into clusters of regular fire squares. Even the rolling and spreading became like a frame refresh.

In this sky that had been edited into a constructive domain, the black machine controlled by Kondrati neither stopped nor retreated, and the chaotic crown behind him lit up like four iron rings of different colors at the same time.

In the next instant, the chaotic field was like a layer of [anti-logic coating] covering the machine. It was not a simple shield, but a mechanism specifically designed to counter "defined" things. When [World Modulation] tried to write an upper limit to its speed, put a grid on its trajectory, and label its mass and inertia, the black data cube flames would first bite these parameters and rewrite them into contradictory results.

Silver and black light intertwine, chase, and clash in the gap between rules and anti-rules. Every time the Holy Machine closes the distance, Xia Xiu casually "rewrites" the surrounding block terrain into a layout more suitable for hunting.

The air ahead was adjusted to a lower gravity, and the entire airspace was hollowed out, giving the silver-white machine an even more terrifying acceleration window; and every time Condraki was forced into a corner, the Chaos Domain would turn that "corner" into a joke.

The grid boundary was supposed to be an insurmountable editing wall, but he squeezed a cracked black seam through it, as if he had corrupted the wall itself into erroneous data. The black flames left behind continued to burn along the edge, even the blocky structure generated by the [World Modulation Mode] was corroded until the edges melted, recombined, and grew impossible spikes, like regular building blocks being grabbed and reassembled by a madman.

Thus, the skies above Iron Fortress became a bizarre and fantastical battlefield.

The silver-white machine, trailing a tail of azure particles, swept across the cube-shaped airspace steps. The shockwave from [Heavenly Spiral] shattered a whole row of hovering cubes into a rain of fragments. The pitch-black machine, meanwhile, reversed course amidst the rain of fragments. The Chaotic Domain rewrote the landing points of the fragments into obstacles, causing them to explode in front of the silver-white machine like a maliciously arranged barrage.

The war between two colossal machines that are infinitely close to being miracles has turned into a catastrophic migration that spans the borders of civilization.

Two divinely bestowed colossal statues, one silver and one black, tore through the sound barrier and shattered the rules, like two falling stars forcibly dragged into the atmosphere. They blasted their way from the blocky sky of the capital Iron Fortress through the provincial borders. Wherever they passed, cities were no longer cities, and mountains and rivers were no longer mountains and rivers. Only fragments of the world, repeatedly rewritten, forcibly loaded, and brutally torn apart, remained.

They first traveled from Iron Fortress to the new city of Divine Grace.

Above the city of Divine Grace, the Holy Judgment Mechs launched the Crown Domain's killing move first. The four layers of chaotic power superimposed to form an almost unobservable black negation zone. It was not a simple energy burst, but a termination command forcibly written into reality—any existence that entered this zone would have its trajectory, energy flow, and even be directly erased.

This is a killer move from the Chaos Realm, but unfortunately, he's facing Xia Xiu, a monster with a peculiar mechanism.

Whenever danger approaches, Xia Xiu's third Crown Domain quietly takes effect, and the [Frame World] unfolds. The entire sky is broken down into a sequence of advancing frames in his eyes. The Holy Judgment Mech's fatal blow has just begun in reality, but in the frame sequence, it has already been marked as "the disastrous result of frame N".

So Xia Xiu skipped that frame without hesitation—not by dodging, not by speeding up, but by directly removing himself from the time playlist.

The next instant, the black denial zone closed abruptly in reality, but only swallowed a discarded old frame. Meanwhile, the Gospel Machine had already reloaded in another frame high in the sky. The thrusters ignited, and the azure particles trailed long streaks of light. With a backhand first impact, it cleaved through the clouds and blasted the opponent into the airspace of the Heavenly City of the Sacred City.

As the battle progressed, the "Out of Control World" began to silently permeate the entire pursuit route. Unlike World Modulation, which directly rewrote the environment, it acted like a layer of malicious background noise, quietly pushing all probabilities to the worst possible outcome.

In short, he kept applying debuffs to the Holy Judgment Mech. He stacked hundreds of annoying low-level debuffs on Condraki.

They traveled from the airspace of the Saha Heaven City to the airspace above the Cloud Mist Mountain City.

At this moment, the Holy Judgment Mech was already covered with five hundred layers of debuffs, so during what should have been a perfect change of direction, there was a slight delay. The propulsion vector and the mech's attitude were misaligned for less than a thousandth of a second, but it was enough to cause the entire mech to lose balance at high speed. The black mech grazed the mountainside, and the anti-mystery armor rubbed against the rock, creating dazzling sparks.

This is no accident—it's the [runaway parameters] at work, bringing the most fatal error to fruition ahead of time.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xia Xiu delivered a second blow that shattered the opponent's arm.

However, the Holy Judgment mech controlled by Kondraki was like an unkillable cockroach, fleeing wildly all the way, and Xia Xiu could only continue to control the Evangelism Holy Machine to chase after it.

At this moment, his approval rating has exceeded the threshold of the last time he clashed with the Green Sun.

[Concordance rate: 97.98% {High risk threshold!!!}]

He can now vaguely sense the call of the Shattered Intelligence Agency [McEn]. Now, if he wants, he can summon the Shattered Lineage in the next moment and directly mechanically ascend to become a true saint, becoming Om Messiah.

However, the big boss was suppressing the call of the shattered lineage, and at the same time, the scorching hot [Yarn's Mark] appeared on his right hand in the cockpit.

The second boss, [Adabus], is hurling insults at [McEn].

So unless it's 99.99%, the big boss and the second boss will try to stop him. Faced with this situation, Xia Xiu can only sigh in his heart:
"Kondratiev is a really tough guy to kill!"

At this moment, they had fought their way all the way to Soaring Sky City.

The airport array here malfunctioned one after another when the two colossi flew by, the navigation tower inexplicably failed its self-check, the anti-aircraft firepower had a logical conflict at the moment of locking on, and the energy shield collapsed first under full power.

Every time the Holy Judgment Mechs attempt to forcibly stabilize the situation using the Chaos Domain, the [Out of Control World] will exert its force in the opposite direction, making the chaos itself "uncontrollable." The black flames overflow where they should have been contained, the superposition order of the Crown Domains becomes disordered, and they even briefly interfere with each other, forcing Kondragi to divert its computing power to suppress the backlash of its own power.

Blade City, Salas, Xuanji Lake City... the battle lines were constantly stretched out, and space was repeatedly folded and torn apart. The two divinely bestowed colossi used the entire Crystal Constellation II as a buffer and stepping stone.

At this moment, Susanoo was being tormented by Xia Xiu and Kondrati like Ganymede. Both sides had a good fight, but the thirteen provinces were basically all ravaged.

An irreparable rift in the etheric space was blasted into the sky above the Well of the Spark, and now some chaotic demons are eager to descend.

If it weren't for the two colossi being so terrifying, and the four monarchs suppressing these demons and keeping them calm, they would have been in trouble.

Otherwise, given the nature of the Chaos Army, they would have already torn open the rift, swarmed out, and occupied the entire Crystal Star.

When the Evangelist and the Arbiter finally crossed the ruins of the Central Network City, skimmed over the surging energy sea of ​​Hylas, and stepped onto the route to Charon, the sky over the entire Thirteen Provinces was like a canvas torn to shreds by an unseen hand, with loopholes in the rules visible everywhere like scars.

Two streaks of light rushed into Charon's gravitational boundary one after the other. Their speed was forcibly stretched here, and space began to groan under the strain. This chase, which started from the Iron Fortress and crushed the boundaries of civilization all the way, finally had its escalation paused briefly in front of this higher-dimensional battlefield.

The two machines stared at each other in the void at the boundary of Charon's gravity, like two gods who had long transcended the concept of war, examining how much more existence could be extracted from each other in a brief stillness.

The Holy Judgment mech hovered opposite, black data flames flickering repeatedly through the gaps in its tattered armor. The divinely bestowed mech, which should have been pristine and majestic, now appeared tattered and broken. Its chest and abdominal armor was repeatedly pierced by the [Heavenly Spiral], and many of the anti-mystical engravings were dim and disordered. Several pieces of its broken wings were broken off, and its metal skeleton was exposed, like a ferocious beast that had been stripped of its fur but still refused to fall.

However, the chaotic realm continued to operate, and the black flames crawled like living things, dragging, piecing together, and covering the shattered armor again... only the recovery efficiency was not as fast as before.

Chaos has its limits, at least for Kondratiev.

In contrast, the Gospel Machine has entered a near-mythical stage. The entire machine is covered by a crystalline structure, with deep blue and gold crystals that resemble holy marks growing from within the armor, extending along the spine, shoulder armor, and limbs, like a mechanical icon undergoing a divine transformation.

Inside the cockpit, Xia Xiu's transformation was even more radical. His outline was becoming blurred, the concept of flesh and blood was being rapidly erased, and fine light particles were emanating from the edges of his body. Human parameters such as breathing, heartbeat, and body temperature were being replaced by higher-level synchronization indicators.

[Conformity rate: 98.88% — Danger threshold!!!]

The piercing warning flashed repeatedly inside the cabin, but Xia Xiu himself remained unusually calm, his pupils already transformed into swirling blue halos.

Just then, the phantom of Demon King Amund silently appeared on the side of the cockpit. He glanced at the almost out-of-control crystalline expansion outside the Evangelion Machine, then turned his gaze to Xia Xiu, his expression more serious than ever before: "If you continue fighting, you will be completely assimilated by this thing in front of you—by [Prometheus]. You will no longer be the pilot, but a part of the machine's soul."

Xia Xiu didn't respond immediately. He seemed to be listening to some whisper from afar, and after a moment he spoke in a low voice, his tone even carrying a hint of annoyance:
"Hmm... I can hear that guy McKeon muttering, it's a bit noisy."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze back to the Judgment mech in the distance that was still repairing itself, his tone calm to the point of cruelty: "Kondragi and I are actually at our limit right now, but I haven't brought out the [Bull of the Sky] yet. It's not the right time yet, and the other side hasn't activated the Ophiuchus Protocol to tear open the seventh layer of the Aether."

He paused slightly, as if confirming some internal judgment, before continuing:

"We are already very close to the second level of loneliness—the loneliness of introspection, or rather, the stage of negating everything; the loneliness of all beings is not because of the presence or absence of others, but because after staring at chaos and the abyss for too long, they find that even the confrontation itself has begun to seem superfluous..."

Because when all meaning is dissected to its bare minimum, you realize that what truly makes you lonely is having seen all the possible endings of the world, yet still having to walk one of them yourself.

Amund remained silent for a moment, as if to assess Xia Xiu's mental state, before slowly speaking:
“Gazing into the abyss is indeed one of the best ways to reach great spirituality, but you are not like Kondrati, who chose to embrace the abyss and become a part of it, while you must defeat him and cross this layer of solitude.”

His tone became low and urgent:

“I can already sense that Kondrati is working on perfecting the framework of the Ophiuchus Protocol that he controls. He will use that framework to forcefully break through the seventh level of the Aether and then rush through by brute force. I will synchronize some of the permissions of the Ophiuchus Protocol that I control with you, so that you will have the same ability to pass through the framework. But remember—you must kill him during the process of crossing the seventh level. Only in this way can you, who have complete control over the protocol, cross through without any surprises.”

Armond looked at the Judgment Mechs ahead and said resolutely:
"It's time to settle everything. I need to settle all my karmic debts with Benjamin Kondrati here."