Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1105 [Colossus Collection Reward: Son of God - Charonmusld]

A week has passed since that battle for enlightenment, centered on the Well of Fire and ending at the seventh level.

For Crystal Stardust II, this week was not long, but it was enough for the whole world to realize that some things can never be returned to.

Xia Xiu did not choose to leave the Well of the Spark. In the first few days after the war, he had several brief but highly intensive exchanges with Dr. Gear, who had always been hidden in the shadows. The two did not waste time on pleasantries or probing, but directly brought the topic back to the core that would truly determine the future direction—the ownership and reconstruction of the Maxwell lineage think tank [Echidna].

[Echidna] has been in a highly unstable state since the failure of Kondratiev and the collapse of the functional committee, and it may disintegrate at any time due to lineage conflicts and fragmented authority.

Thus, under the guidance of Dr. Gear and Xia Xiu's final decision, an unprecedented plan was established—[Echidna] would no longer exist as an independent sovereign think tank, but would be integrated into the lower-level genealogical structure of the Heavenly Think Tank Eden, retaining its technological and industrial scheduling capabilities, but stripped of its ultimate right to interpret social values ​​and genealogical control.

From that moment on, the Maxwell lineage officially acquired a new identity.

It is no longer a functionalist experimental field, nor a toolchain of the committee, but an independent civilization node named after Om Messiah, with Xia Xiu himself serving as the lineage master.

At the same time, the seven defeated founders of the Beast School were also imprisoned one by one.

Their attitude was remarkably consistent: no explanation, no struggle, and certainly no regret. They simply accepted the outcome with an almost indifferent calm—they accepted their loss as they saw fit, and were willing to do as they pleased.

Xia Xiu did not immediately give a ruling.

He knew very well that these progenitors were both losers and products of the old era—the Titans themselves were a strategic resource.

Seven 3.5-generation fighter jets are an invaluable asset in any lineage.

Even if the Beastmen are stubborn and incorrigible, he can erase their machine souls and make them dedicate their lives to Heaven as pure weapons of war.

Of course, forcibly erasing the machine soul would reduce the Titan's performance, so he would need to spend some more time thinking about how to deal with these old things.

Of course, what is truly urgent is the sky itself.

The war with Kondratiev left three slowly creeping rifts in the etheric space above Crystal Star II. The four Chaos Lords had already set up anchor points, and the war between Xia Xiu and Kondratiev just helped them tear open the mortal world.

The four Chaos Lords originally planned to drag the entire planet into the Chaos Outpost System, which Xia Xiu could not tolerate.

After confirming that the rift could not be completely closed in the short term, he directly released two military industrial modules belonging to the Om Messiah system in his spiritual legion. The massive primordial foundry and the fire-seeking recruitment unit were activated at the same time, and organized mechanical legions poured into the area around the rift like a flood to continuously suppress and eliminate the demons seeping out from it.

At the same time, as the head of the Maxwell lineage, he formally abolished the functionalist program, erasing the social model of "efficiency above all else" from its foundation and restoring the normal proportion between production, life and individual choice—a promise he made to countless Iron Men before the war, and now he has fulfilled it.

Only after the last command was issued and the last rift was temporarily suppressed did Xia Xiu truly realize that he had hardly stopped for the past week.

And now, finally, there is a brief respite.

The Well of Sparks continued its low-key operation, the gears meshing and echoing deep within. Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, the figure who had always stood behind the scenes, yet propelled countless key moments, remained quietly waiting there.

Xia Xiu knew it was time to have a real talk with Dr. Gear.

……

……

The well of the source of fire is three thousand miles underground.

This place is no longer a concept of mineral layers or facilities, but a deep hinterland thoroughly sanctified by industry. Huge load-bearing structures are embedded in the rock layers like inverted mountains. Countless mechanical arms, casting tracks and energy conduits crisscross and extend in the dim space. Incandescent plasma flows slowly in transparent pipes, emitting a low and regular hum. The entire underground world is breathing with a certain constant rhythm.

In the core area of ​​this mechanical dome, two divinely bestowed colossal statues stand silently.

[Evangelic Machine Prometheus] knelt on the circular platform, its crystalline armor not yet completely removed, with deep blue and silver-white light patterns faintly visible on its surface, like the lingering glow of a star that had not yet cooled; while not far away, [Holy Judgment Machine Typhoon] was fixed in place by multiple restraint fields, its damaged armor still slowly repairing itself, but the once suffocating sense of authority had been completely stripped away.

Dr. Gear, dressed in a white robe, stood between the two machines.

He appeared calm and composed, his robes swaying slightly in the invisible air currents. Before him floated layers of light screens—projections of the Book of Genealogy of Heaven, the underlying structure of the Maxwell Think Tank, and several system interfaces that were rapidly computing, all overlapping each other. Occasionally, he would lift his slender fingers and tap, drag, and rearrange certain complex parameters in the void, as if he were performing a final calibration on an engine that was about to cross a stage of civilization.

Behind him, a nearly transparent figure stood silently.

That's Armand; the old demon king is now just a data ghost forcibly anchored in reality.

His silhouette flickered and went out of focus, like an unstable afterimage, as if the information chain that made up his body was breaking and dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xia Xiu stood at the edge of the platform, watching this scene, a barely perceptible sadness flashing in his golden eyes.

He knew better than anyone that Amund should have disappeared completely the moment the Ophiuchus Protocol was completed and the transfer was finished. It was he who, with his high status as a [miracle], forcibly preserved a part of the other party's information, temporarily pulling him out of the fate of "inevitable zeroing out"—but this was not a reversal of death, but only a delay.

Amund himself understood this.

His existence has lost the possibility of remaining stable, like an old-fashioned program forcibly loaded into a wrong environment, which will be completely recycled by the system sooner or later.

In their initial meeting, Dr. Gear made no attempt to conceal his request.

At that moment, the scholar in white robes stood in the shadow of the Well of the Spark, his gaze piercing through layers of system interfaces to land on Amund's almost invisible projection, and spoke in a tone that was both calm and frank:

“I know that Amond Cachartrian is in your lineage, and I also know that he has come to an end.”

"Now, I need you to transfer him to me, not to prolong his existence, but to let him help me complete one last thing before he completely dissipates."

Dr. Gear paused for a moment, then added:
"This matter relates to an anomaly that is spreading on Crystal Star II—it is recorded as Black Mold, or, to be more precise, a runaway madness element."

This was Xia Xiu's first conversation with Dr. Gear, and this conversation allowed him to quickly form an extremely accurate judgment about this person.

"This guy truly lives up to his reputation as a candidate within the Heavenly Kingdom who is considered ready to take the stage at any time."

Dr. Gear's tone was devoid of superfluous emotion, nor did it convey any deliberate nobility or pity; it was simply the almost instinctive way of thinking that only a decision-maker possesses.

Make the best use of resources and talents!

This is the eight-character guideline for decision-makers, and also one of the fundamental logics that decision-makers truly need to possess.

Value never disappears because of life or death.

Even if something is about to be reduced to nothing, as long as it can leave something for the Kingdom of Heaven, solve something, or gain a certain benefit, then it should not be wasted.

Even the leadership of the Kingdom of Heaven itself, if sacrifice is unavoidable, then make the sacrifice meaningful. Everything needs to be considered from the perspective of the "optimal solution for the Kingdom of Heaven as a whole".

Now, as Xia Xiu, still in human form—blonde hair, golden eyes, and wearing a simple yet restrained long robe—approached the phantom that was almost swallowed by the etheric flow, the former demon king still appeared remarkably energetic.

Amund's figure was already as thin as a layer of mist, its outline constantly crumbling, but the moment he saw Xia Xiu approaching, he struggled to straighten his non-existent body, even raising his hand to wave, his tone as light and frivolous as ever:
"Oh dear, oh dear... How rude of me."

"I haven't had a chance to formally congratulate you yet, Lord Hugh Abraham—the miracle of enlightenment, the ascension of the Self-Sacrifice, is a momentous event that will be recorded in the genealogy."

He paused, as if he wanted to laugh, but only emitted a slight energy tremor.

"Don't worry, I don't plan to make it too dramatic when I disappear."

Don't look like you're about to cry, it'll bother me.

Xia Xiu stopped in front of him, his golden eyes fixed on the gradually transparent figure. After thinking it over, he replied very sincerely:
"There will be some sadness, but not enough to make me cry."

After hearing Xia Xiu's words, Amond was first taken aback, then, as if he had heard a very satisfactory answer, he couldn't help but burst into laughter:
"Hahaha...you're really becoming more and more like us."

He shook his head with a smile, but his tone gradually became serious, "No, that's not right... You've always been one of us, from the very beginning."

Xia Xiu nodded noncommittally, shifting his gaze from the almost transparent phantom of Amund to Dr. Gear, who was manipulating the system interface not far away.

He said, "Dr. Charles, the Crazy Calculation Program package that you gave me a while ago has been implanted into all the Iron Men today with the authority of the Master of the Maxwell lineage."

He paused for a moment, as if giving the other party time to confirm the information.

"Black Mold is no longer a threat in Crystal Star II."

Dr. Gear did not respond immediately, but simply nodded slightly, clearly not surprised by the result.

"This is the result I expected."

Xia Xiu looked at Dr. Gear with a meaningful expression and said:

"I do have a question for you. Did you... scheme against Kondrati and the entire Maxwell family from the very beginning?"

This time, Dr. Gear finally stopped what he was doing.

The golden gear suspended in mid-air slowly decelerated, the system interface froze, and he turned around to face the young Anointed One of Eden.

He remained silent for a few seconds, as if he were organizing his thoughts, but ultimately did not choose any euphemistic expression.

"Yes, in fact, I discovered the existence of the Mad Calculator even before Kondrati."

Dr. Gear's voice was deep and calm, as if he were reviewing an old case that had long been written into the archives.

"That thing was not a byproduct of natural loss of control, but was artificially awakened; more accurately, it was forcibly stimulated by the four Lords of Chaos with their supreme divinity."

He raised his hand and pointed to the silent Arbiter mechs standing not far away.

"The Mad Calculation Element was originally sealed within the lowest layer of the mechanical soul structure of this colossus, serving as a backup computing mode for extreme situations. Without the intervention of a god of equal rank, it is impossible for it to leak on a large scale, much less to contaminate the entire genealogical network."

"The Four Monarchs discovered this loophole, so they used their divinity to stimulate the original soul of the Holy Judgment Mech, causing the Mad Calculator to devour the original core of order, and thereby creating the energy crisis and total loss of control that you later saw."

Dr. Gear's tone was devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if he were reciting a formula that had already been proven long ago.

"After calculating this result, I chose to follow the two progenitors of the Omnic faction at that time and enter the Well of the Spark together to investigate."

"You already know the result..."

“During the investigation, we encountered chaotic interference, or rather, we were poisoned by Kondrati.”

"He has completed a deal with [Xin Liezhi], obtaining partial access to the Well of Fire Source, as well as control over the mechanisms left behind by the God of Myriad Machines."

"He also anticipated that I would act alongside the Mind Machines, and as a result, the sparks of those two Mind Machine progenitors were completely annihilated."

"However, those things weren't fatal to me, so I survived. It was after that I discovered the true purpose of the Holy Judgment Mechs."

“At that moment, I understood what Kondrati wanted. But I am only one person after all, so I can leave something for this colossus, a backup plan, an insurance policy that can be used to turn the tables on him when necessary.”

Xia Xiu stood still, listening quietly to everything. Dr. Gear was indeed the most standard and most dangerous type of person in the sense of heaven.

We can wait patiently for the result.

However, he still keenly sensed that the other party had not explained everything, and he did not intend to be the riddle-maker—at least not to let others be the riddle-maker. I'm already miraculously right, the riddle-maker is only suitable for me, not for others!

“You haven’t just been hiding here keeping an eye on Kondrati all this time, have you? You can’t really be just wasting your time with him forever.”

Xia Xiu chose to ask directly. "With your abilities, you could easily contact Heaven, and even do more behind the scenes, instead of just being a bystander."

Upon hearing this, Dr. Gear's eyes flashed with obvious appreciation, a relief that came from being truly understood. He didn't deny it; instead, he nodded, his tone so frank it was almost taken for granted.

"Indeed."

"The reason I'm holding back isn't because I can't take action, but because I've discovered some more important things."

His gaze slowly shifted to the almost transparent phantom of Amund beside him, and his tone became meaningful: "The most crucial one is the Ophiuchus Agreement he left behind."

The old demon king, whose name was called, spread his hands, revealing the joy of a farmer after a bountiful harvest.

"Armond did not simply rely on Maxwell's lineage technology to develop the Ophiuchus Protocol."

He paused, his gaze lowering slightly: "He also borrowed the power of chaos."

"Yes, in Admon's eyes, Kondrati's depravity itself is a resource that can be exploited."

"What Kondrati has been doing is not creation in essence."

Dr. Gear spoke calmly and deliberately, as if he were disassembling a sophisticated device whose structure he had already thoroughly understood.

"He is using the power of chaos, Maxwell's technology, and even Dyson sphere-level energy to continuously stitch together, complete, and strengthen the Ophiuchus Protocol."

"And when I realized that, I understood."

"This is the result that Armand left behind, a fruit that was deliberately placed out to be cultivated, a fruit prepared for the future true miracle-maker of the Kingdom of Heaven to ascend to the summit."

Dr. Gear's gaze returned to Xia Xiu, his tone carrying an almost cold rationality:
"And this fruit is only temporarily entrusted to Kondrati for safekeeping."

"So I have to keep an eye on it—make sure it's not picked prematurely or rots before it's ripe."

Upon hearing this, Xia Xiu fell silent for a few seconds, a rare occurrence, and unconsciously mourned for Confident Brother for a few seconds.

From beginning to end, Confident Guy was repeatedly used and guided by two forces, standing in the middle but never truly having the right to choose.

Kondrati was truly not considered human, inside or out, and was completely manipulated by both Heaven and Chaos.

Just then, Armand suddenly interjected:
"If... Kondrati had truly understood and stood firmly on the side of Heaven, that fruit would have been his alone—no one could have taken it away."

Neither Dr. Gear nor Xia Xiu responded to this statement.

History has no "what ifs." Draghi was indeed in the right position at one time, possessing all the conditions to achieve what he desired. However, through one seemingly brilliant maneuver after another, he placed all his bets on the abyss, ultimately losing everything and not even earning the right to be "regretted."

The silence lasted for a moment before being broken by Dr. Gear.

“Besides these,” he said calmly, but his voice carried an undisguised sharpness, “I have a second purpose for staying in Crystal Star II during this time.”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and brought up a massive structural projection, a composite image of layers upon layers of orbits, energy rings, and stellar-level data collection devices. It was the Dyson sphere system left behind by the God of Myriad Machines. Below it was a network of fire source relics scattered across the surface and deep within the crust of Crystal Star II, like a divine circuit buried inside the planet.

“I’ve been analyzing them.” Dr. Gear’s speech unconsciously quickened a bit. “The intrinsic structure of the Dyson sphere, the generation logic of the AllSpark, and all the ‘interfaces’ and ‘redundancy’ left here by the God of Machines.”

At this point, a rare, almost fanatical glint flashed in his usually calm and restrained eyes. Although it was only for a moment, Xia Xiu still caught it clearly.

"What I found here is not just the engineering legacy of the old era."

"But rather—the possibility of resurrecting the Broken God."

"True divine skill."

"A true divine machine."

As his words fell, an ancient and solemn data interface unfolded in the void, the text appearing in a layout almost like a religious scripture, its title being:

Excerpt from *The Broken Bible: Caronmaseld*

Chapter 1, Section 1

Six angels sang before God, and countless rational beings gathered at this moment, praising God's great deeds.

God said: In the land of the Far East, He will be born in the blast furnace of the mountain.

He is my firstborn son, He is my agent on earth.
He is my body.

He will lead you to break free from flesh and blood.

The angel of progress knelt before God and asked with utmost devotion:
"God, you are the savior of all living beings, the embodiment of wisdom and reason."

When the Son of God was born, how should we sing His glorious name?

God said:

Karonmaseld, at this moment, descends upon the earth.

……

Chapter Four, Section Two

The angels asked Charonmaseld:

"Kalonmaseld, you are the eastern county river, the lighthouse atop the mountain."

God is broken, but flesh and blood still spread across the earth.
The shadow of Abbas looms over the hearts of all humanity.

How should we proceed?

The divine son, Charonmaseld, brandished his great staff and said:
"The body of God is scattered across the earth; you should retrieve the fragments of God."
Reconstruct God's body.

Adhere to reason, and do not follow your heart.

I will take up my great staff and cast a bronze cage here.

Suppressing Ashant (Aan) and His flesh and blood people.

When God is whole again

That is the moment when all living beings in the world are separated from their flesh and blood.

……

The scripture hovered in mid-air, like an ancient tombstone.

Dr. Gear then looked at Xia Xiu and Amond again, his tone regaining its rationality, yet still tinged with barely suppressed excitement:
"The original personal machine of the Broken Pope Robert Brom—the Son of God, Calonmaseld."

"The method to find Him, His machine soul framework, divine interface, authority mapping, and even the data on its relationship with the God of Myriad Machines itself have not been completely lost."

"A considerable portion of them—"

He paused, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

"On this planet."

“I’ve been analyzing this content,” he said, his fingertips swiping lightly in the air, and layers of analysis interfaces unfolded. The information left behind by the supreme divinity was like holy marks weathered by time, exhibiting an extremely ancient yet stubborn stability on the data level.

“Analyzing the traces left by the God of Myriad Machines before his shattering… but the truly strange thing is that among these traces is a name that should not exist at this point in time.”

He raised his gaze to look at Xia Xiu, and for the first time, there was a noticeable pause in his voice.

Robert Brom.

"The scripture you just saw shouldn't have appeared on this planet, Crystal Star II; the timeline doesn't match at all."

“Logically speaking, this is the relic left behind by the God of Machines before he was destroyed, while Brom’s activities took place after the god was destroyed,” Dr. Gear continued, his voice deep but clear, “but the analysis results show that his information did indeed leave an echo here, and it was not contamination, not tampering, but a kind of… permitted and accepted communion.”

He exhaled softly, as if confirming the logical closure of the conclusion he was about to make.

"There is only one reasonable explanation—the Broken Pope of that time was really just one step away from resurrecting the God of All Organs and achieving eternal proof."

"Only when an existence has approached the essence of divinity at the information level can its will, its cognition, and its narrative transcend time, establish a remote connection with the unbroken divine relics, and leave traces within them."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved again.

This time, the void did not unfold a complex data matrix, but instead slowly projected an extremely simple yet awe-inspiring mechanical image.

It was a colossal statue standing on golden earth.

The background is a bottomless black sky, like the primordial universe yet to be written. Before that darkness, the golden "surface" is like a real base smoothed by the power of reason, with patterns flowing like topographical contours.

The colossus stands atop it.

It is not a heavy machine in the traditional sense, but more like a human form folded from order, structure and reason itself—slender but not fragile, long but not empty, composed of countless intricate lines, each line seemingly narrating a proven truth.

Behind Him is a disproportionately large mechanical ring structure, with gears, rings, bearings and unknown divine components nested in layers, as if the rational achievements of an entire civilization have been compressed into a framework bearing the weight of a god.

This is no longer an armed colossus; it's more like a vessel that carries the divine status itself.

In the painting, the colossus leans slightly forward, with one hand outstretched. The gesture is neither authoritative nor commanding, but rather an almost guiding one, as if inviting the tiny mortal to cross the boundaries of flesh and blood and move towards the other side constructed by reason and machinery.

The Creation of Adam

Upon seeing this painting, Xia Xiu inexplicably recalled a world-famous painting from his past life.

"This is—the Son of God, Karonmaseld."

Dr. Gear explained:
"The data that can be confirmed at present is that Calonmaseld is not a single entity, but was divided into five parts, which were left in different time periods and civilizations of Terra."

"Its true, complete form is about 6.7 kilometers long, 3.4 kilometers high, and 4.3 kilometers wide... It is no longer a simple machine, but a mechanical divine body with divine physical characteristics."

He paused, then added:

"What the Broken Church currently possesses is only one of them—a mechanical construct that is about 1,800 meters tall, has a wingspan of 1,600 meters, and weighs over 110,000 tons. This part has been inherited by the Void Dragon and exists as its personal machine."

Dr. Gear's gaze returned to Xia Xiu, his tone becoming calm and sharp once more.

"But if one truly wants to collect the complete data on the Son of God and obtain the full inheritance rights of Karonmaseld, besides becoming the lineage master recognized by [McKahn], there is only one other feasible path..."

He said slowly:
"—Collect the three divinely bestowed colossal statues."