Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1109 [One Thought Transforms into Three Venerables: Prometheus, Theophosz, and Lubil.]

June 28, 1592 in the Terra calendar.

A full week has passed since Xia Xiu returned to heaven.

During these seven days, Xia Xiu hardly made any public appearances. He secluded himself in the high-level quiet domain of the unknowable land of Heaven, like a reforged gear, silently adapting to the sudden surge in status and power.

He needs time to integrate his [miracle persona]—not in a physical sense, but on an existential level.

He repeatedly contemplated the Ophiuchus Protocol, which was deeply bound to him within the great spirituality, and deduced how the protocol would unfold at different etheric levels, calibrating each response node within it.

He readjusted the [Low Orbit World Cannon] on the framework, which symbolizes ultimate deterrence, and split the output logic from a single strike into a multi-level, concurrent response structure.

He also devoted a lot of time to the Seventy-Two Mechanisms, no longer just applying them, but trying to disassemble, reassemble, and upgrade them, so that these skills, which originally belonged to the Orthodox Church, could be truly integrated into his own system of myriad mechanisms.

More importantly, there are those [miracle wedges] within the body.

He must ensure that those miracles that once fought independently avoid conflicting with each other in different etheric layers, otherwise even a [miracle] will self-destruct due to internal rupture.

Aside from this period of seclusion for adaptation and adjustment, he was formally summoned by the resolution meeting and gave his first report after ascending to the miraculous.

The meeting itself was nothing new; in fact, it could be described as somewhat of a cliché.

Above the circular council seat, layers of light screens unfolded, projecting the situation across Terra.

The focus of the discussion remained the continental conflict that had been raging for three years—the Iowa War.

The three-year war between Oretin and the Oaxaca Alliance, although the Purple-Robed Emperor has always claimed to be a special military operation, is clearly something that Oretin wants to completely annex the Oaxaca Alliance and then further target the Central Continent.

The war between the Oletin Empire and the Vahak Alliance has long since evolved from initial blitzkriegs and probing attacks into a bottomless quagmire of attrition.

The front lines were torn into countless fragmented cities in the repeated back-and-forth battles, with steel torrents and trench systems intertwined and extending. The battle lines were repeatedly declared to be on the verge of collapse, yet they stubbornly continued to exist.

With its massive industrial base and mobilization capabilities, Oretin continuously poured armored formations and long-range firepower onto the battlefield; while Vahak, relying on the supply of resources from the Alliance system, managed to regain its footing every time it was on the verge of collapse.

The stance of the Central Alliance has been repeatedly mentioned—sanctions, military aid, intelligence sharing, and logistics outsourcing. A series of limited intervention plans have been precisely implemented, but a true full-scale intervention has always been deliberately avoided.

They neither wanted Wahak to collapse nor wanted to ignite a war, so they chose to let the conflict continue to burn within a controllable range.

The light screen on the circular platform flipped again, and the trajectory of the war unfolded from one corner of Europe to the entire Terra, like a net that was being pulled tighter and tighter.

When the name of the Diva Empire was revealed, this ancient and stubborn imperial power no longer concealed its stance. It had secretly bound its interests with the Oletin Empire, but deliberately avoided mentioning joint participation in the war.

Instead of sending organized legions to the front lines, Diva provided support in another way—energy contracts, food rations, technical and weapons support from the Gear Orthodox Church, intelligence sharing, and even the covert transfer of rear industries. These layers of support, unseen by the enemy, steadily supported Oretia's massive war machine.

On the surface, the war was a standoff between two countries, but in reality, it had long since become a power struggle between systems.

Meanwhile, across the ocean, the change in the attitude of the Edisi Federation was calmly marked by a timeline.

In the early stages of the war, they raised the banner of order maintainers, openly standing on the side of Oaxaca, using ideals and rules to cloak their intervention; in the middle stages, when the front lines reached a stalemate, the Federation's rhetoric began to shift towards a controllable conflict, and military aid was precisely divided into batches of just enough loans.

By the third year, the enthusiasm of the Edisi Federation had clearly waned, divisions within the parliament had intensified, and domestic fatigue had come to the forefront. Support had become a bargaining chip—resources, markets, and geopolitical influence were all indispensable.

Meanwhile, the Edisi Federation has adopted a more blatant and hardline stance on another front.

The Republic of Borsava, located on the southern continent—a resource-rich but politically fragile country—is suffering from systemic oppression from the Federation: sanctions, blockades, proxy conflicts, and shadowy forces in the media, finance, and military are all advancing in tandem.

The reasons given are still high-sounding, but in reality, they are aimed at seizing energy and strategic nodes.

The war never truly ended; it simply took on a more civilized form.

The light curtain continued to expand, and the markers of other small countries and medium-sized lineages flickered like sparks—border conflicts, religious wars, lineage civil wars, and abnormal out-of-control events, with the frequency increasing rapidly.

The resolution was passed by a number of resolution-makers who gave almost unanimous conclusions.

The question of whether the eighth supernatural war will happen is no longer one of whether it will happen, but rather who will ignite it.

If Diva, Youyang, the Edisi Federation, or any party in the Heavenly Kingdom lineage formally declares their participation in the war, the entire dimensional system will be dragged into a total war.

Just then, the 0-01 projection tilted slightly forward, its gaze passing over the light screen and landing on Xia Xiu.

“Abraham…” His voice remained steady and precise, “The Kingdom of Heaven desires that your Earthly Court and its legions enter a state of full combat readiness; the expansion of armaments, logistics, and lineage networks all need to be completed ahead of schedule.”

He paused, then added, "In addition, we hope that you will try your best to restrain those eight anomalous organizations that are cooperating with you through the Ivy War, so that they will not have time to intervene in higher-level conflicts for the time being."

Then, 0-01 raised his hand to bring up a new document projection, his tone rising slightly—a rare change.

"The third divinely bestowed colossus has been restored and recompiled according to the standards of the Kingdom of Heaven."

"It has been officially named—Cirubir."

As the light and shadow shifted, a more complex and substantial structural diagram emerged.

Immediately afterwards, 0-03 – Dr. Ponte Begamos took over the explanation.

"Strictly speaking, this machine originally belonged to the core structure of the God of Myriad Machines, but its original components have been completely destroyed and cannot be restored in the traditional sense."

"Therefore, we adopted the approach used when repairing the Gospel machine and completely reconstructed it into a Kingdom-like state."

He paused for a moment, then clearly declared:
"Its full designation is—Inspiring Machine Cherubir."

This is followed by a more in-depth explanation of permissions.

"The cherubim have been loaded into the core program of the Tristanskaya Pravda; the Kingdom of Heaven has fully transplanted the control and summoning authority of the cherubim into the machine. From this moment on, it is no longer just a weapon, but—the ruler of the cherubim, the embodiment of fire and light."

The three [divinely bestowed colossal statues] are finally complete.

The colossi standing side by side signifies that the Kingdom of Heaven has acquired a complete legacy left by the God of Machines, and the first phase of the Kingdom of Heaven's Fire Stealer Project has been basically completed. Om Messiah has officially gained the qualification to compete with the Cogwheel Church for the righteous path of machines.

Xia Xiu stood in front of the light screen, nodded slightly, and responded to the decision-makers.

"I will further accelerate the development of the Legion system in the Mortal Courtyard within the established framework."

His voice wasn't impassioned, but it was unusually resolute:
"Whether it's expanding the existing force or standardizing the production of new legions, the design will be based on the premise of the Eighth Supernatural War."

No one questioned these words.

The decision-makers exchanged a brief glance and then nodded. The meeting proceeded at breakneck speed; confirmation, recording, and approval—these decisions, powerful enough to shake the future of Terra, were merely a footnote on the agenda.

Soon, the next proposal was brought up, and this time, it was O-10 veterans who spoke.

It was a projection weathered by time, yet the tone remained as steady as steel.

Hugh Abraham.

"The planetary module you obtained from Crystal Star II is close in nature to the Cupid system of the Ethics Committee. The assembly has already verified this."

He paused for a moment, as if considering his words, or perhaps giving Xia Xiu a mental buffer.

"But we all know that it was just a transitional module."

"If you want to truly complete the closure of the Miracles position, instead of remaining in the quasi-complete state, you must activate the corresponding permissions in the High Eight Heavens."

The veteran raised his head, his gaze sharp and solemn.

"The assembly has decided to formally reserve the succession of the Archangel Sarafiel for you."

"You have already done a trial installation, and the compatibility of the module has been verified."

“Furthermore,” he said, “in the intelligence you submitted earlier regarding Amond Katcharian and the Demon Lord’s army, you mentioned anything about the ‘World Bubble,’ right?”

Xia Xiu did not hesitate.

"Yes."

"The name of that bubble world is—Ember in the show."

"This world bubble is related to Crimson, and according to Amund's intelligence, it has now drifted to the vicinity of the narrative interlayer of the myriad worlds."

0-01 nodded, as if confirming a variable that already existed in the database.

"Then, I only have one suggestion."

"Find it as soon as possible, when you officially enter the second stage of miracles—the Venerable One."

"The Kingdom of Heaven will naturally deliver the complete Module of the Archangel Sarafiel to you."

This statement is almost equivalent to a clear path guide.

Xia Xiu bowed slightly to indicate his acceptance, and at the same time, he brought the meeting to a close.

"Everything is for the service of Heaven, for the service of Terra, and for the service of humanity."

At this point, his performance review was nearing its end.

The meeting system quickly summarized the core directions for his future work.

First, accelerate the pace of the Ivy League war, transforming it from a war of attrition into a structural victory;
Secondly, before the Eighth Supernatural War breaks out in full force, complete all the pieces of the miracle puzzle as quickly as possible.

The light screens went out one by one, and the projectors of the decision-makers left their seats one after another.

After completing his report, Xia Xiu did not linger in the decision-making level, but went straight to the third level of the Unknown Land, Belial's [Tiferit].

That was the true womb of the Heavenly Kingdom's black box technology, where all technologies that were not made public, not understood, and not even allowed to be fully described were conceived, forged, and encapsulated.

The space itself presents an almost static and stable state, with huge structural rings nested one on top of another, like an inverted tree of life, while cold white light bands flow slowly along the track, as if maintaining a minimum level of realism for the entire area.

……

……

In the deepest part of the main dock of 【Teefiret】, three enormous divine statues stand silently.

This place doesn't seem like a simple aircraft parking area; it's more like a temple prepared for the gods.

The dome is extremely high, with black and gold supporting beams extending upwards and disappearing into the invisible depths of space. Gravity is precisely modulated at a critical point that is neither oppressive nor floating, making the hundred-meter-high steel body seem both real and distant.

The gospel machine stands at the very front.

The entire body is silver-white, and the traces of crystallization have long since faded, but it still retains a certain indelible sense of afterglow. Three mechanical crowns float behind it, slowly rotating, like three stars locked in their orbits in reality.

The Holy Judgment Mechanist stood to one side.

It has been completely repaired. The black and gold armor has closed again, its lines cold and restrained. Twelve folded metal shards, like frozen wings, hover behind it, restrained yet dangerous. Each shard is like an unopened page of a judgment, waiting to be inscribed with violence and denial once more.

Xia Xiu's gaze naturally fell on the third machine.

—Inspiring the Holy Machine.

Cherubim's first impression of Xia Xiu was that he was simple.

Unlike the elaborate triple mechanical crowns and twelve folding metal shards of the Evangelical Minutemen and the Divine Judgement Minutemen, his entire machine was exceptionally clean and simple.

The entire body is an almost holy white, but it is not a smooth material of a single material. Instead, it is composed of layers of distinct armor, with tiny gaps between each piece of armor. The inside faintly reveals a light glow that is a mixture of pale gold and cold blue, as if something of higher density is forcibly restrained within this form.

Its head has a sharp and simple outline with no superfluous exposed structure. The lines of the facial armor taper forward, and a thin light stripe extends vertically from the center of the forehead, like a crown mark that has not yet fully appeared, or like the horn of a unicorn.

Instead of a traditional propulsion structure, the back of the aircraft is designed in a closed, folded-out configuration, resembling a light wing, which is quiet yet exudes a strong sense of oppression.

Xia Xiu just stood there and watched for a while.

Then, the alchemical angels responsible for maintenance and debugging stepped forward and gave a brief but professional report on the current status of the three machines.

Core stability, Ethereum responsiveness, information interface completeness, divine compatibility...

Every piece of data is incredibly accurate, which is reassuring.

Xia Xiu simply nodded after listening. "I need to deploy the machine."

"Next, this area will be temporarily cleared out."

The alchemical angels acted without hesitation or further questions. They knew perfectly well that the one before them was no longer merely a manipulator, but was on the path to becoming a "common ruler." Soon, the personnel evacuated in turn, the maintenance light belts went out, and the dock returned to near-absolute silence.

Only Xia Xiu and the three colossal statues remained.

He slowly closed his eyes, and within his body, the miraculous path he had gleaned from the legacy of Robert Bloom was fully activated.

【The Way of Myriad Functions: A Single Thought Transforms into Three Venerables】

At this moment, Xia Xiu's consciousness truly transcended the boundaries of "humanity," yet it did not leave itself in the slightest. It did not escape outward, but rather collapsed inward, and then simultaneously unfolded towards three different anchor points, like a consciousness core folded by a higher dimension, locking onto the core structure deepest within the three colossi at the same time.

Within the Gospel Mechanism, the Prometheus circuit, centered on order and calculation, was the first to respond. Silver-white logic patterns lit up layer by layer in the core cabin, as if ancient and rigorous laws were being reread.
Within the Holy Judgment Mech, the judgment logic of [Tefios] awakened simultaneously, and the anti-mystical imprint emerged along the inner wall of the armor. The black and gold judgment chain linked one link after another, cold and direct.
At the deepest part of the summoned holy machine, the not-yet-fully-developed [Cherbir] Holy Book program also turned its pages on its own for the first time at this moment. The unformed scriptures of light flickered like breathing, as if waiting for a true subject.

The three completely different, even mutually exclusive, existence structures did not conflict.

Because Xia Xiu did not attempt to rule them.

What he did was simply to use the same idea as a benchmark and bring their frequencies closer together—not to cover, not to erase, not to crush lower-level protocols with higher authority, but to tune, align, and resonate.

To put it simply, he is aligning the granularity with the three Colossi...

His perception was naturally folded into three perspectives.

One perspective overlooks order and calculation, another confronts judgment and denial, and yet another is immersed in faith and inspiration.

Strangely, he did not split into three "selves," but maintained a near-perfect unified self.

It's as if the concept of "one" has been redefined.

The moment this state completely stabilized, the system interfaces of the three colossi refreshed simultaneously.

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【The Way of Myriad Functions: A Single Thought Transforms into Three Venerables】

[Status Confirmed: Entered Collaborative Control Mode]

[Anchoring Target One: The Holy Opportunity of the Gospel]

Core Identification: Prometheus

Order loop: Synchronizing...

Crown Interface: I/II/III Aligned
Sovereignty Symbol: Confirmation – Hugh Abraham
Current status: Standby (Resonance permission enabled)
[Target Two: The Judgment Mech]

Core Identification: Tifuus
Anti-mysterious logic chain: Expand
Arbitration Agreement: Conflict Suppression Completed
Control of the twelve-winged structure: transferred
Sovereignty Symbol: Confirmation – Hugh Abraham
Current status: Standby (Resonance permission enabled)
[Target Three: Summoning the Holy Machines]

Core Identification: Cherubim
Holy Book Program: Not fully expanded (writable)

Three Holy Books Interface: Initialization Complete
Cherubim Domination Authority: Bound
Sovereignty Symbol: Confirmation – Hugh Abraham
Current status: Awakening prelude (Resonance permission activated)
……

[Resonance parameter calibration in progress...]

[Frequency deviation: 0.0037% → Correction]

[Consciousness Load: Stable]

[Multi-core controller consistency: 100%]

[Warning: This status is only maintained for Miracle rank]

[Warning: Exiting will result in the deconstruction of the cooperative state]

-

These warnings were no longer important to Xia Xiu at this moment, because in that instant, he clearly realized something.

It wasn't that he was controlling the three colossi, but rather that the three paths, for the first time, acknowledged each other's existence within the same entity.

Order does not negate the judgment.

The ruling did not deny faith.

Faith does not exclude reason.

They simply fell silent at the same time, as if waiting for a will that could truly bear their full weight.

Xia Xiu slowly opened his eyes. In that instant, there was no dazzling light, nor any strange phenomenon tearing reality apart; only an extremely stable, yet unprecedentedly clear sense resonated deep within his consciousness. He couldn't help but murmur a sigh:
"Is this... the ability to transform into three beings with a single thought? How truly astonishing."

As he finished speaking, he subconsciously raised his right hand, his fingers slightly clenching and unclenching, as if he were familiarizing himself with the weight and feel of a new tool. And at the very moment this most ordinary action was completed, the three divinely bestowed colossi—the Evangelical Machine, the Divine Judgment Machine, and the Inspiring Machine—docked in the huge dock, made completely identical movements at almost the same time.

The metal arms rise, the joints move in unison, and the power circuits respond synchronously, so neatly arranged that they don't look like three separate machines, but rather like a triple projection of the same entity.

Xia Xiu showed a curious expression.

This thing is actually quite fun.

He no longer adhered to synchronization, but deliberately differentiated his will, projecting the three aspects of the same "I" in different directions.

The next moment, the Evangelist raised its right arm, the Judgement Mechanist stepped forward, and the Invoking Mechanism slowly unfolded its still-uncomplete light structure.

There was no delay, no lag in instruction transmission, and no sense of hierarchy between master and subordinate; it was simply a thought being naturally broken down, arranged, and executed, as if the world was meant to operate this way.

"I see……"

Xia Xiu muttered to himself, his tone carrying a rapidly cooling rational excitement. He was no longer indulging in the pleasure of this new toy, but instinctively began to deduce the strategic significance that this state could bring.

The three colossi no longer need to be deployed in a concentrated manner, nor are they limited to a single battlefield. They can be anchored to different outer planes in the myriad worlds, simultaneously advancing the reconquest process of the Evergreen War, suppressing chaos and heresy while recovering those perfect embryos that have not yet been corrupted or completely degenerated. He himself can stand in a higher dimension and control the rhythm of all battle lines.

With this thought in mind, he no longer hesitated. Time was of the essence; he needed to return to the myriad realms now and show those gods the awe-inspiring power of transforming one thought into three, and simultaneously facing three colossal statues.

……

……

Not long after, Xia Xiu boarded the Sword-class escort ship that had once carried him back to Heaven. However, this time, the size and aura of the fleet were different. The three divinely bestowed colossi were steadily housed in the high-dimensional anchoring compartment. The massive mass and authority structure caused a slight shift in the gravity readings of the entire ship.

Jason was also on board. This progenitor of the Omnic faction had been recalibrated and authorized by the Kingdom of Heaven in the past week. His body shell had been given multiple layers of holy symbols and tactical interfaces, and his core program had been implanted with the latest generation of cooperative combat and suppression modules.

“These humans are really amazing,” Jason said with an almost amazed tone as he boarded the ship. “The angels in the Alchemy Department have fitted me with a lot of strange and wonderful equipment and programs. If I go back to Crystal Star now, I’ll definitely be able to beat that gorilla to a pulp.”

Jason then added, "However, they also plan to optimize my language library. I took a look at their new language library program... it's full of obscure and difficult words."

Xia Xiu couldn't help but ask, "You changed it?"

Jason honestly replied, "No, I don't like those language libraries; they have no aesthetic appeal whatsoever."

That's good.

Xia Xiu breathed a slight sigh of relief. He had brought Jason with him because of Jason's "aesthetically pleasing" voice library. If the language library had been changed, it would have been a huge loss.

As the Sword-class frigate completed its warp jump, the spatial level rapidly dropped, and the coordinates of Depth 5 of the Myriad Realms were relocked. As the familiar dimensional oscillations gradually subsided, the massive stronghold of [Heavenly Mortal Courtyard Enclave - Odpapadopoulos], composed of holy light, a defense matrix, and an ancient urban structure, once again came into view.

As soon as Xia Xiu landed, he was quickly led to the central council area, where the Nine Sons of the Imperial Guard were already waiting. The First Son of Gui and Vice Principal Turs Colbert also arrived at the same time. Their expressions were not relaxed, indicating that this was not a simple routine report.

As the last isolation barrier fell, Turs Corbert looked at Xia Xiu and said in a low but unusually solemn tone, "We have just confirmed some intelligence—regarding the outer front of the Ivy League War, and... a variable that should not have appeared prematurely."

The fox-eared boy's ear tips twitched slightly under the light. Turs stood to the side of the council chamber, his tone deliberately slowed, yet he still couldn't suppress his heavy emotions: "Do you remember the Gray Wilderness War I told you about before?"

When he said this, he didn't continue immediately, but seemed to be confirming whether Xia Xiu had remembered it on his own.

Gray wilderness.

One of the seventeen outer interfaces, where the sun never shines. The sky is permanently sealed by deathly gray clouds and the embers of war. Time has lost its concept of end here, and war itself has become the only stable and constant state.

Turs had told him before that the extermination war between the Tanaris and the Barts continued to burn here, with the demons of the abyss and the devils of the nine layers of hell denying each other's legitimacy and launching a relentless massacre in the name of race, ideology, and who deserved to continue to exist.

The war has even spread to three gloomy layers, each of which has been dismantled, crushed, and reassembled into new battlefield terrain, with debris and corpses mixed into the landscape.

What truly caused the situation to spiral out of control was the entry of bystanders.

Yoggros turned to the benevolent father among the four Lords of Chaos, transforming disease and plague into contagious weapons. War was no longer just about killing, but began to devour reincarnation itself. Countless souls were permanently erased in the gray wasteland, stripped of even the right to return.

Worse still, the ancient theocracy has been reignited.

The conflict between Demeter and Hades—the Persephone conflict—brought together the two powers of "agriculture" and "death," which should have been separate entities, to collide head-on on the battlefield. Harvest and depletion, life and death, were forcibly compressed into the same battlefront, making the entire landscape extremely unstable.

Xia Xiu sat in his chair, tapping the armrest lightly with his fingers, his brows furrowing unconsciously.

Hades...

Hades, one of the most famous and stubborn living deities in Terra's original mythology, was banished from his homeland to the outer realms by the Kingdom of Heaven in alliance with various forces. The key to that operation came from the Edisi Federation.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Xia Xiu raised his head to look at Turs, his tone still calm: "What, has the Edishi Federation made a move? Or has something unexpected happened in the Gray Wilderness?"

Tulls shook his head and pressed his ear back, an instinctive action he took when suppressing his emotions.

“It’s not an external force,” he said softly. “It’s ourselves.”

These words instantly sharpened Xia Xiu's gaze.

Tulls took a deep breath, looked up and stared directly at Xia Xiu, his tone no longer roundabout: "Broly has already made his move. He has taken the Imperial Guard and two task forces into the Gray Wilderness."

Xia Xiu was clearly taken aback; he hadn't expected the unexpected turn of events to occur with Broly, the commander of the Imperial Guard.

Vardason Broly.

The man who had once fought alongside him in the vampire hunt and was now the commander of the Imperial Guard was, in his memory, always calm, restrained, and extremely disciplined in his adherence to the rules of the Mortal Court. It was almost impossible for him to have privately thrown the Imperial Guard into such a high-level divine war without explicit authorization.

"What's the reason?" Xia Xiu's voice was a few decibels lower, but no emotion was revealed. "Broly is not the kind of person who acts impulsively."

Tulls paused for a moment, then slowly said:

"Because he's about to break through to the crown."

He paused deliberately after saying that before adding:

"And the opportunity he found... lay in the gray wilderness."

Xia Xiu let out a soft breath, a knowing smile curving his lips: "I see... If it's a crown, then it does make sense."

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze slightly lowered, as if he were quickly reviewing Broly's past.

Broly did indeed linger in the Dominator phase for far too long.

His duties as commander of the Imperial Guard, the order of the Heavenly Kingdom, and obedience to the overall war situation caused him to miss opportunities to truly go all in time.

But the crown is never won through safe advancement.

For the berserker Broly, he does need some kind of extreme environment to break through his own limits.

Gray wilderness, that's exactly the kind of place it is.

“That’s true,” Xia Xiu muttered to himself, his tone not blaming, but rather showing understanding for his old friend’s choice. “He’s lingered at the Dominator stage for too long. If he drags it out any longer, he’ll only be left behind by the times.”

Turs: "..."

Are you saying, you golden retriever, that I'm already out of the game for the new era?
His fox ears stood up unconsciously. He was actually a little envious of Old Bu, who had reached the pinnacle so quickly in such a corporate slave environment.

I and Vito Antonio have been stuck in [The Dominator] for a long time.

Xia Xiu noticed Turs' emotional change and smiled unconsciously: "Don't worry, you should be close to it too. What you lack now is just an opportunity, and the Evergreen War has never lacked such things. Kill a few more gods of faith, and you might be able to get an opportunity to advance to the Crown from them."