Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1120 Mechanical Singularity VS. Seventy-Two Techniques of Machinery
Faced with the mechanical torrent that had already unfolded and begun to advance in sync, Manun stopped.

He stood on the edge of the Chipped Continent, with a slowly rotating abyss of gears beneath his feet that could crush flesh and blood. In front of him was an iron wall made up of ten ten-times-ten-times-tombs, while behind him and into the sky were completely sealed off by countless basic-level demonic tombs. All escape routes were marked as "infeasible" in the order calculation.

The warning messages on the prosthetic arm went out one by one, not because the system had recovered, but because he had actively turned off the feedback module.

Energy reserves, probability of damage, success rate calculations—all the data surfaced in his mind, only to be calmly swept over by him.

0.0001%
That's his chances of survival.

Unless a miracle occurs, he has absolutely no chance of surviving.

Manun exhaled softly, leaving no trace in the cold, mechanical air. He looked down at his hands, the assembled steel prosthetics now covered in cracks and burn marks, with exposed wiring and deformed interfaces, like wreckage that had finally reached its destination after a long and arduous journey.

"So... it ends here."

There was neither anger nor fear.

There was only a sense of almost rational relief.

Since we cannot break through the torrent of order, let's turn things around and use chaos to tear a hole in the gears.

He began to reverse the movement of the prosthetic core, pushing all the remaining energy, backup reactors, and temporary components into the same burst node, quickly constructing a brutal yet effective self-destruct model in his mind.

This is his explosive power mode – [Cybernetics Overclocking].

He was prepared to take one last gamble.

Just as he was about to start overclocking and go head-to-head with his opponent, a voice suddenly rang in his mind.

It was a... gentle, yet perfectly natural call.

"Child, we've found you..."

Manun was suddenly stunned. The detonation program of his prosthetic body was forcibly stopped at the last step. He didn't even have time to judge whether this was a hallucination before he died. The voice continued to sound, with an undeniable certainty.

"Look at the sky."

The next instant, the sky of the Mechanical Realm, which had never been shaken before, cracked open.

The sky was ripped open by some higher-level being, a pure and violent act that transcended the definitions of gears and laws.

Beyond the crack, there was blinding light.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds and thousands of beams of light poured down from the sky.

The moment the beam of light hit the ground, there was no explosion, only a silence that was forcibly erased.

The giant construct of the Tenth Tomb lost its structural integrity and collapsed silently in the first round of irradiation; the Sixth Tomb was pierced through the core before it could be reorganized; and the vast number of basic-level demon tombs did not even have time to execute the evacuation order before turning into recycled dust in the light.

The mechanical torrent was completely cleared away in a few breaths. Manun stood there, as if nailed to the spot. He slowly raised his head and stared blankly at the torn sky.

At the end of the light, a colossal figure was slowly descending.

It was a colossal machine that almost made people forget to breathe. It hovered silently beneath the torn mechanical sky, its body lines cold and smooth, like the ultimate form condensed after countless judgments and wills. The armor was not just metal, but presented a texture between reality and concept.

What is most captivating is the twelve folded, split wings that slowly unfold behind it.

Those were not wings in the traditional sense, but rather a spatial structure that had been forcibly unfolded. The twelve split wings were misaligned, their edges like sharp blades cutting through the void, and fine, stable light particles were emanating from around the wings.

The particles had a cool, almost transparent sheen as they slowly swirled in the air, like precisely calculated stardust trails. They were neither intense nor ostentatious, but rather possessed a pure quality that made people instinctively hold their breath.

The particles gathered and dispersed around the split wings, outlining concentric circles of trajectories that were difficult to decipher with the naked eye.

Manun stood there, looking up.

His heart skipped a beat.

He had seen far larger constructs and far more exaggerated firepower arrays during countless escapes, and he had seen weapons of order capable of crushing cities, but never before had he felt this way.

That's a kind of... sense of direction.

This feeling is like suddenly finding a narrow but real road in a boundless world filled only with the turning of gears and cold calculations. Even though the end is obscured by light and the unknown, it is so clear that it cannot be ignored.

His breathing became rapid, and he subconsciously reached out his hand. The steel prosthetic body reflected a cold luster under the light particles. The movement was almost instinctive, as if he wanted to touch something, or as if he was responding to some silent call.

"I want……"

When the words were squeezed out of his throat, even he was stunned for a moment. For the first time in his life, he had a clear desire and goal.

"I want to become a pilot who can control a Colossus like that!"

He wanted to become the pilot of that mech.

Manun himself couldn't tell whether it was arrogance or intuition, but once that sentence took shape, it was firmly rooted in his consciousness.

He could have endured the darkness if he had never seen the light.

But upon seeing Typhoon, his heart underwent a complete transformation.

He was no longer content with piecing together prosthetic bodies from garbage, no longer content with merely surviving in the cracks of order; he wanted to stand at that height and manipulate that kind of existence.

At first glance, Manun became fascinated with his father's "custom-made figurine".

High above, the Holy Judgment mech, surrounded by twelve beams of light, had already spotted him.

With a mere sweep of Xia Xiu's great spirituality, everything about Manun unfolded in his consciousness like a disassembled blueprint of a construct—an instinctive understanding of machinery, a sensitivity to the structure of order, and a domineering adaptability that, though not yet fully formed, already revealed its outline.

His gaze lingered on the child for a moment, and he saw the child's infatuated eyes. His great spirituality also sensed the child's intense emotional fluctuations.

"This kid wants to pilot a Gundam," Xia Xiu muttered to himself.

Now is not the time for reminiscing.

Unlike Fenrir's wild territories, and unlike Lionel's gray wilderness where the human faction still exists, Manun's place is far too dangerous—it is a complete silicon-based settlement, the heartland of order itself, where the plane's will and the plane's master are one and the same, and the gaze of the [Singularity] is omnipresent.

It's dangerous for this child to stay here for even a second longer; this awful place is simply not suitable for him to grow up in.

I can no longer simply observe from afar, invest my efforts, and let my child grow up slowly in their natural world, planning for their future, as I have done before.

The plane's will and the plane's master here are the same entity, so Manun cannot be used as a pawn on the chessboard of the myriad worlds like other perfect embryos.

This time, he had to act immediately.

Even if it means having to confront the Singularity, he will still try to rescue the child.

As expected, after the Holy Judgment Mechs tore open the Clockwork World, the [Singularity], as the master of the plane and the will of the plane, began to prepare to erase Xia Xiu, this huge variable.

Click~~
Click~~
Click~~
Almost the instant Xia Xiu descended upon the Clockwork World, the Mechanical Realm itself responded.

All the gears were gently turned at the same time. The rhythm of their operation remained unchanged, but an absolute and precise priority was subtly increased.

On the distant eastern edge of the void, in that silent region that is so different from the other toothed belts, the Leo Building begins to respond to the mechanical realm.

It was not a single building, but the location of an entire power center locked on the coordinates of order—the [Singularity].

Sixty-four giant interlocking teeth are interlocked in a regular octagonal matrix, with a constant number and fixed position. Their rotation angle is completely synchronized with the main operation of the mechanical realm, as if they were nailed to that void since the beginning of the plane's birth.

Without roaring or vibration, the gears, some thousands of kilometers in diameter, operated with an eerie quietness, a stark contrast to the ceaseless metallic growls emanating from other areas of the Mechanical Realm.

At the very center of these sixty-four teeth, a huge brass clock tower stands at the highest point of the axis of the main tooth.

The hands of the Leo building moved slowly, each tick perfectly matching the day and night, calculations, and law updates of the entire mechanical realm. As the chimes spread, visible ripples of order emanated along the edges of the inlay, as if redefining the meaning of existence for the entire East Ring area.

At this moment, the sound of the bell changed.

Inside the Leo Building, the supreme consciousness residing in the core of the Mechanical Realm finally turned its attention to the source of the anomaly—the Holy Judgment Mech.

[Singularity] began breathing on the Holy Judgment Mech!

In the next instant, the entire Clockwork Knights of the Clockwork World were activated.

Hundreds of millions of constructs simultaneously rose up on different toothed continents, forcibly interrupting the computational sequences originally used for patrolling, maintenance, and conquering outer planes, and new targets were overwritten.

The 360 ​​million mechanical troops began to be mobilized, and the teleportation channels between the gears lit up layer by layer. The geometric legions converged like a torrent, calm and efficient, without any unnecessary movements.

The high-level demon tombs were the first to appear.

Four mechanical thrones rose from the depths of the Leo Tower's axis, as if lifted up by the very power itself. They were second only to the singularity.

The Second Tomb – a humanoid construct with two pupils and two palms, its entire body gilded, reigns supreme on the front lines of the battlefield.

Behind them, the third, fourth, and sixth tombs are arrayed in order, clearly hierarchical, like a three-dimensional law structure unfolding. Further below, countless basic-level demonic tombs emerge from the edges of the inlays, their geometric shapes forming an impenetrable blockade in the void.

At the same time, the plane itself began to tighten.

The boundaries of the mechanical realm ceased to expand outwards, the void rifts between the inserts were sealed one by one, the cross-dimensional coordinates were locked, and all escape paths were recalculated, rejected, and overwritten. It wasn't emotional anger, but a judgment made with extreme calmness—the anomaly had been confirmed, and order had to be restored.

A massive mechanical torrent pressed in from all directions, like a mesh of gears closing in, firmly surrounding the Holy Judgment Mechs at the center.

Within this encirclement constructed of absolute order, Xia Xiu calmly observed everything from the core consciousness layer of the Holy Judgment Mech. He knew very well that this was not a warning.

This is the mechanical realm, officially announcing—it has no intention of letting him leave.

"Mechanical Singularity, it's got quite a sharp edge..."

This was Xia Xiu's first reaction upon seeing the entire dimensional scheduling activated, his tone even carrying a rare hint of interest.

The response speed of the Leo Building, the scheduling level of the Demon Tomb, and the priority of the dimensional blockade were all raised to a level almost equivalent to total war.

This is not a conventional expulsion; it is an attempt to directly include him as a variable in the erasure sequence.

[Singularity], has it always been this brave?

Xia Xiu chuckled softly, but there was no warmth in his smile. "Since you want to play, then I'll play along with you."

The next instant, the wings on the back of the Holy Judgment Mech unfolded simultaneously, and twelve cold white and stable particle streams, like illuminated lines of law, drew an almost vertical descent trajectory in the void of the Mechanical Realm.

He plunged directly down towards the toothed continent below.

Target – Manun.

Before the unfortunate boy could react, the void seemed to be pulled open by an invisible hand, and a huge shadow fell over it. Then, the outline of the Holy Judgment Mech came into complete view.

A giant hand made of alloy and light had already reached precisely in front of him, with no intention of attacking, no unnecessary movements, only a simple and clear action—grabbing.

The old father's large hand grasped Manun.

Manun felt a sudden weightlessness, his vision flipped, and the next second he was lifted off the ground, his prosthetic system not even having time to react defensively.

Immediately afterwards, the abdominal armor of the Holy Judgment Mech silently separated before his eyes, and the thick armor layer unfolded like a living organism, revealing a completely unfamiliar yet exceptionally simple cockpit.

"Go in."

Manun was practically "thrown" in.

The moment the unfortunate boy's body fell into the cockpit, he instinctively tensed up, only to find that there were no restraints to forcibly hold him in place. Instead, a flexible light curtain quickly conformed to the contours of his body, automatically completing life support and neural interface adaptation.

Then, he froze.

The cockpit was unusually quiet. There were no traditional control levers, no stacks of instruments, and even the driver's seat didn't seem to be for the driver. It was more like a temporary safety cabin to house consciousness and life.

What made his scalp tingle even more was that there was no one inside.

At this moment, the Holy Judgment mechs outside had already completed an extreme attitude adjustment. The mechs rolled to the side, the particle wings retracted, and the thrusters were reoriented. A series of incredibly complex maneuvers were executed as smoothly as flowing water.

“…No one?”

Manun's heart skipped a beat, and almost instinctively he looked around. "Who's driving it?"

The answer needs no explanation.

As he raised this question, he vaguely sensed a gaze—not from inside the cockpit, but from a higher, farther, and more inaccessible level.

Meanwhile, the war had already fully commenced.

Four secondary tombs hovered simultaneously in different locations on the battlefield. Beneath the mechanical thrones, layers of order runes unfolded, and cold yet efficient commands were issued at the same time.

The high-ranking demon tombs began to reorganize their battle formations. Millions of basic-rank demon tombs moved at high speed across the Chipped Teeth Continent, constructing a multi-layered encirclement network according to the pre-calculated combination and coordination structure—vanguard containment, flank blockade, and rear fire suppression—a typical and perfect operational template for the Clockwork Knights.

Further away, the chimneys of the Normanus forging factory spewed out more intense black smoke than ever before.

The forging furnace was forcibly upgraded to overload mode, liquid metal surged in the pipes, the originally constant production limit was temporarily lifted, and one basic magic tomb after another was quickly assembled, activated and transported on the assembly line.

The mass production of troops has begun.

This is an emergency state that the Mechanical Realm rarely uses, for only one purpose—to eliminate the Holy Judgment Mech, a huge variable that should not exist in the gear calculations.

At the heart of this tightening torrent of order, the Holy Judgment Mech stood steadily in the void, its wings slightly open, and the particle stream oscillated at a low frequency.

Xia Xiu's voice rang out again in the cockpit, tinged with a casual chuckle:

"Hold on tight, child."

"It might get a bit noisy next."

At this moment, his consciousness completely merged with the mech, his great spirituality sank into the steel and algorithms, and the Seventy-Two Laws of Mechanism began to operate within the Holy Judgment Mech.

In the next instant, the sky of the Mechanical Realm was torn into countless layers of interwoven data curtains.

[The Seventy-Two Methods of Mechanics: The Mind Network!]
The command flow of billions of demon tombs unfolded before his eyes: patrolling, encircling, locking, and calculating, all exposed as readable thought circuits. The scheduling logic of the secondary tombs, the tactical allocation of the sixth tombs, and the swarm paths of the basic demon tombs were all dragged into his field of vision. The order that the Mechanical Realm was so proud of was seen for the first time.

"Let me see how you want to play!"

[The Seventy-Two Methods of Mechanical Calculation - Reverse Calculation!]
The future, which had not yet occurred, replayed in his mind layer by layer. The rotation angle of the Gear Continent, the meshing sequence of the gears, and the coordinates of the Demon Tomb Legion's concentrated fire thirty seconds later were all marked in advance. The Holy Judgment Mech took a step out, but was already standing on the edge of the future safe zone.

The alarm has not yet been fully relayed.

[The Seventy-Two Mechanical Techniques: The Illusionary Screen!]
The figure of the Holy Judgment mech split into nine in the void, data and reality were out of sync. Eight false mech shadows actively faced the Demon Tomb's firepower network, while the real mech was already gliding low along the edge of the gears. Gravity was forcibly corrected by [Mechanical Seventy-Two Laws - Balance]. Even as the gears spun wildly, the mech remained as stable as if it were hovering.

The first contact outbreak occurred.

The rows of four mounds unfolded their gear-like wings, the Order Ballista locked onto the target, and Xia Xiu raised the mecha arm.

[Gun Drive - Activation] - The forearms of the Holy Judgment Mech instantly unfold into a super electromagnetic cannon array.

boom----------

boom----------

The penetrating ray swept across the entire Chipped Continent, directly disrupting the formation of the Four Elements Tomb. The construct disintegrated into geometric fragments in mid-air, and before it could fall, it was cut into even finer pieces by the subsequent [flying blades].

The Gear Continent began to collapse.

The Holy Judgment Mechs continued their advance.

The [Magnetic Arm] operates at full power, forcibly pulling the scattered metal debris across the continent and transforming it into a steel storm that swirls around the mechs.

[Blade Wind] then intensified, compressing, cutting, and recombining the metal, forming a swirling blade hurricane that devoured everything. The basic-level demon tomb was like being swept into a meat grinder, with no time to even activate its recycling mechanism.

The Holy Judgment Mechs were like warriors in a rampage, annihilating hundreds of thousands of demon tombs wherever they went.

[Singularity] began to react, the Sixth Tomb Legion forcibly intervened, the adamantine armor unfolded under the gear-shaped sky, the power of order attempted to seal off the area, and explosions erupted beneath Xia Xiu's feet.

[Step Leap - Activation] - A jet of energy from the soles of the feet, allowing for continuous teleportation.

The Holy Judgment Mech left afterimages between the gears, each landing point landing precisely on the stress point of the interlocking teeth.

[Bearing Weight and Starting Up] - Mass doubled, striking the earth with tremendous force.

The surrounding weight instantly doubled, and with the next step, the entire gear continent, hundreds of kilometers in diameter, became unbalanced and shifted, triggering a chain reaction of misalignment and tearing apart large areas of the teeth.

Six times, the tombs attempted to encircle them.

[Net Binding] Begins launching.

The energy net unfolded into a geometric cage in the void, forcibly locking the three Sixth Tomb. [Break Shell] was then unleashed. The moment the fist landed, the adamantine armor shattered like a brittle shell, exposing the core of order. Before it could self-destruct, it was devoured by [Iron Stomach] and transformed into part of the mech's energy reserves.

The pace of the war completely spiraled out of control.

The second mound's remote commands forcibly covered the battlefield, and the data deluge attempted to suppress Xia Xiu's computing privileges.

[Quiet Domain] - Disables all calculations within the domain.

Centered on the Holy Judgment Mech, within a radius of three inlay teeth, all computational logic simultaneously failed, and the coordination, calculation, and scheduling of the Demon Tomb were all frozen at this moment.

The Holy Judgment Mech looked up and gazed into the distance.

The outline of the Leo building has already appeared at the end of the gear.

"Since we're already here, we should at least give you a gift before we leave."

[Shield Split] - Splits the energy shield into several sharp blades for attack.

The Holy Judgment Mech's energy shield was dismantled into countless blades, clearing the area in front of it.

[Trajectory shifting] — Changing the structure of ground-based mechanical tracks.

The orbit of the Grinding Tooth Continent was forcibly rewritten, and the defensive ring that originally led to the Leo Building was twisted into a straight channel.

The Holy Judgment Mechs proceed along this path of order rewritten by violence.

Behind them lay a world of burning, collapsing, and stalled gears; ahead lay the power center of the Mechanical Realm, the Leo Building suspended high in a silent, interlocking gear belt, its chimes pausing for the first time.

The Great Demon King began his attack on the Leo Building.

(End of this chapter)