Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1121 The Great Battle of the Mechanical Realm (1 words)

As the Judgment Mechs approached the guard strip of the Leo Tower, Nijizuka clearly began to panic.

The four secondary tombs sat atop their respective mechanical thrones, their gilded humanoid constructs slowly turning in the silent gear area. Their pupils flashed in sync, and billions of computational streams swept through their internal cores at high speed, yet for the first time, they could not find a corresponding template in the established logic.

This intruder belongs neither to chaos nor conforms to any order or classification, yet it is crushing the boundaries of the laws upon which they depend for existence in the most brutal and direct way.

"Variable confirmed."

"Threat level continues to be raised."

"Allow unauthorized calls."

Silent commands are exchanged within the mental network.

The next moment, the surrounding teeth of the Leo building began to vibrate in sync.

The true power of the Clockwork Knights was forcibly brought to the stage.

The three tombs appeared first, followed by nine three-armed judgment constructs descending from the void of the inlaid teeth, their pyramid bodies covered with runes of order.

Subsequently, the sixteen regional rulers of the four tombs unfolded their gear wings, fully opening up their energy dispatch authority, and the power of the entire gear belt was uniformly taken over.

The fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth tombs were successively added to fill the gaps, with their numbers increasing exponentially. The red light from the furnace of the Normanus Forging Factory illuminated the eastern void of the Mechanical Realm, and the assembly line was completely de-limited.

The colossal figure of the Ten Tombs was recast like a mobile fortress, and together with hundreds of millions of basic-level demonic tombs, layer upon layer, ring upon ring, converged on the outside of the Leo Tower.

They began to form ranks!
A circular mechanical array, precisely fitted together by the hierarchy, quantity, and responsibilities of the Demon Tomb soldiers, finally closed completely around the Holy Judgment Mechs.

The outermost ring, with its endless stream of uni-yuan and binary tombs, is like a torrent of living gears, rotating, joining, and replacing each other at high speed at the boundary between the toothed continent and the void. They do not need to think; they are only responsible for filling all the gaps. Any individual that is destroyed will be directly replaced by the toothed teeth behind it in the next second. Quantity itself is an absolute suppression of order.

Within the central ring, three to seven secondary tombs are suspended on fixed tracks. The high-level constructs with three, four, and six arms simultaneously deploy their command cores. Information flow is forcibly layered, with locking, marking, calculation, and correction constantly cycling. All firepower, movement, and encirclement paths are coordinated within this layer.

In the innermost ring, four secondary tombs sit atop their respective mechanical thrones, their gilded bodies directly connected to the central structure of the Leo Tower, existing as dimensional interfaces themselves.

At this moment, the dimensional will of the Mechanical Realm was drawn together as a whole.

The original boundless and independently operating logic of the clockwork world was forcibly compressed into a unified model. The rotation of all the gears, the behavior of all the structures, and even the smallest metal dust in the void began to redistribute their trajectories around this array. The entire world was making way for, supplying energy to, and calibrating for this great array.

A deep and resonant mechanical sound came from all directions.

【The Realm of Mechanical Crowns: The Wind-Up Kingdom】

The moment the domain unfolded, the reality around the Holy Judgment Mech was fundamentally altered.

This is no longer a simple space, but an ordered plane that has been thoroughly quantified and forcibly calculated.

Gravity is rewritten as a function, velocity is broken down into parameters, and the flow of energy is cut into traceable sequences. Any behavior that does not conform to the established rhythm of the Clockwork Kingdom will be regarded as abnormal and immediately trigger correction.

In this field;

The action delay of all non-Demon Tomb units is amplified.

The space itself has a self-correcting ability; any displacement will be pulled back to the reasonable path by the gear logic.

The attack will not simply miss, but will be dismantled, deflected, and absorbed, turning into data that powers the array.

Even violating this concept will be marked as an illegal variable that needs to be redefined.

This is a country where only order is allowed to exist.

At this moment, the Holy Judgment Mech stood at the center of the formation. The light stream and cracked wings on the outer layer of the machine vibrated slightly under the invisible pressure. The twelve particle trails were forcibly straightened and bitten by countless invisible gears.

He was hit with one lag debuff after another.

Inside the cockpit, Manun felt a suffocating sense of oppression wash over him.

In his vision, the entire mechanical realm had transformed into a giant gear that was closing, and they were standing at the core node where the gear was meshing, a very uncomfortable feeling.

He couldn't help but look at the monitoring screens around him. The dense signals from the Demon Tomb almost drowned out everything. Even the cybernetic computing module that he had been so proud of when he was on the run was frantically reporting errors.

"Can we still fight?"

Worry arises almost instinctively.

Just as Manun was almost suffocating under the pressure of that clockwork kingdom, that gentle voice rang out again in the cockpit. It was unhurried and even carried a casualness that was completely out of place with the unparalleled killing formation in front of him. It was as if someone was standing in the middle of a storm, dusting off the dust, and casually asking a question.

"child……"

Xia Xiu's voice came through the mech's core circuit as he asked Manun, "What's your name?"

Manun was taken aback.

"I……"

He spoke instinctively, his voice a little hoarse, but he still uttered the name that was already etched into his mind.

“Manun”.

This name is not a random syllable in the mechanical realm.

He first encountered this term in the fragmentary records of the Normanus Forging Factory, where it was used to refer to—an anomalous construct unit with a tendency for autonomous modification.

The literal translation is—the Iron Hand.

That's why he chose that name for himself.

Manun has had a tough childhood. In the Mechanical Realm, he was a carbon-based being with no birth record, no identification number, and no existence file, yet he was born into a Mechanical Realm full of silicon-based beings.

This is definitely an unregistered person.

While others eat meat, he eats iron; if he's even slightly better off, he eats ants.

Life here is even harder than that of the homeless donuts in the Edishi Federation; at least the donuts can actually eat donuts sometimes.

His language, writing, calculations, and even the concept of "self" were pieced together bit by bit from stolen data fragments.

After all, there were no human schools in this desolate place. He relied entirely on stealing data fragments collected from other worlds by the Normanus branch factory, and through his own efforts and a tiny bit of talent, he escaped illiteracy and learned how to modify his body.

“Manun…”

Through his great spirituality, Xia Xiu was naturally able to capture the child's emotional fluctuations and fragments of information about his past life.

He couldn't help but sigh softly.

"My child, you've really suffered."

"It's my problem that you're suffering like this."

"Although the root of all the mistakes lies with those four troublemakers, I still have to say, I'm sorry I'm late."

Such words seem particularly abrupt to someone who grew up in a world that never allows mistakes and never acknowledges responsibility.

Manun didn't even know how to respond. Before he could sort out his thoughts, Xia Xiu continued to speak.

"remember."

"From now on, your name is—"

The brief pause felt like a ritualistic confirmation.

“Manon Abraham”.

Manun murmured to himself, "...Abraham?"

"Correct."

Xia Xiu's voice was gentle yet firm, "You will inherit my surname and my glory."

"As my child."

Inside the cockpit, there was absolute silence.

"……what?"

This was the only reaction Manun could muster.

In the mechanical realm, there is no concept of parents; there are only creators and created beings, sources of authority and execution units, error variables and objects to be cleared.

However, just because the Mechanical Realm doesn't have this concept doesn't mean Manun doesn't understand it. The information he stole before told him that in other worlds, in those civilizations of the same race called "humans," a father means inheritance, protection, and someone being responsible for your existence.

He opened his mouth, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something.

"you……"

"You are my...father?"

Xia Xiu's confident voice came through, "Yes."

He remained silent for several seconds before subconsciously asking the next question.

"Then...who is my mother?"

As soon as he uttered the question, he realized something was wrong, because the cockpit suddenly fell silent.

Xia Xiu fell into thought; this was the first time he had encountered such a problem.

He had actually considered that a perfect embryo might ask this question, so he had already thought of an answer.

“Child…” Xia Xiu’s voice remained gentle, “You have no mother.”

Manun: "..."

Xia Xiu's words were indeed a bit difficult to say, but he was telling the truth.

A perfect embryo doesn't have a mother in a biological sense.

Their original prototypes were born in the most insane and sordid phase of the Heavenly Kingdom Demon King's army era—the Anomalous Weaponization Project. Their earliest lineage is represented by their designations, parameters, and compatibility rates.

At that time, they were merely experimental subjects sealed away in the deepest recesses of authority, an extreme answer prepared to confront the worst possible outcome in the worst of times.

Later, the Kingdom Crisis erupted in 72 hours, and they were dug out of their sealed state by the corrupt 0-13, and then they were taken by the Four Princes.

The four guys washed the perfect embryo, then fiddled with it for a while, adding all sorts of random things.

Then, the Four Monarchs found themselves in the Green Sun incident. For the sake of Yann's legacy, the perfect miracle of heaven—the [Perfect Prosthetic Body]—they proposed to cooperate with him, asking him to be the father of these children.

He agreed to cooperate.

The partnership was established.

Binding complete.

From that moment on, he became the nominal father of these children—the unofficial father of a group of motherless children.

So now Manun asks him, "Who is my mother?"

How could he answer?

Could it be referring to those four ambiguous, conceptually confused beings deep within the ether, whose very genders are unstable?

Those four are your mothers...

Just imagining that scene made Xia Xiu feel physically uncomfortable, and the hairs on the back of his head stood on end.

too disgusting.

So he readily said, "No."

At this moment, looking at Manun in the cockpit who was clearly still processing this fact, Xia Xiu changed his tone, with a deliberately casual tone and a fatherly, perfunctory reassurance.

"Don't worry, you're not the only one without a mother."

He even thoughtfully added:
“I have more than one child, and you and your brothers… most of them don’t have a mother.”

At this point, Xia Xiu thought of Lupercal and Fenrir.

The former had adoptive parents, but the child grew up too fast and didn't have time to experience the warmth of family before his adoptive parents were possessed by a cosmic starfish. Lupercal later had to learn about them himself.

Hmm... I guess you could say she's had a mother for a while now?

That's a bit of a hellish joke.

Fenrir, on the other hand, was raised by a mother wolf from a young age and was taught many wolf skills and techniques. He also had two wolf brothers.

However, this situation probably doesn't count as having a mother.

Strangely enough, none of the perfect embryos he encountered had a mother (foster mother), and he himself didn't know when he would meet a child with a mother.

Manun on the other side fell completely silent.

The old father's words were clearly more impactful than his earlier statement, "I am your father."

Manun had no idea whether his father was genuinely comforting him or subtly criticizing him and the other brothers he hadn't met.

"All perfect embryos don't have a mother... right?" he muttered to himself, unsure how to react.

Xia Xiu glanced at the somewhat taciturn child and decisively chose to change the subject.

If I let this child keep thinking about it, he might just become withdrawn on the spot, and then I would be in a really bad position.

"Alright, now that you're back."

He paused slightly as he spoke, his gaze passing through the sensory layer of the Holy Judgment Mechs to the distant Leo clock tower, which was operating wildly and had been thoroughly enraged.

"Before you leave... someone has to compensate you for all the suffering you endured in this wretched place."

"Don't worry, I won't take you away empty-handed."

"Watch closely, this next move is going to be really fun!"

As Xia Xiu spoke, he looked toward the Leo Tower in the distance, which was protected by a large array.

"What should I extract from [Singularity] to be worthy of Manun's return gift?"

Xia Xiu muttered to himself, while on the other side, the Clockwork Kingdom had almost been formed.

His conversation with Manun lasted only a very short moment. In that brief interval, the Clockwork Kingdom had already been fully unfolded.

At this moment, the entire dimensional order system was forcibly pulled into a grand ceremony that was on the same beat.

The endless continent of gears stopped rotating at the same moment and then meshed together again with the Leo building as the axis. The originally independent gear tracks were forcibly calibrated, and billions of order commands took effect at the same time in the underlying logic of the mechanical realm, like countless invisible chains that were pulled tight, straightened and fastened from the depths of the void.

The sky lost its concept of day and night, replaced by a brass-colored curtain of order that covered the entire mechanical realm.

In this country, everything begins to conform to the same conclusion.

Order is correctness.

— What is correct cannot be contradicted.

The moment the circular mechanical array completely closed, the will of the plane, like a giant spring being awakened, slowly wound up, emitting a deep and steady resonance. It was the entire clockwork world announcing to itself—an abnormal target had been locked on.

And right now.

The Holy Judgment Mech gently raised its gaze. Xia Xiu, through the technique of "One Thought Transforms into Three Venerables," projected the great spirituality belonging to his original body here.

When the opponent expands their domain, he expands his domain in response.

【The Crown Realm: A World Out of Control (Great Spiritual Blessing)】——

Within the seventh level of Ether, the super ebony, the black sun that had previously existed only in the unobservable realm suddenly appeared.

In the instant the corona surged, a brief but potentially fatal blank frame appeared simultaneously in the underlying calculation system of the entire mechanical realm. Some variable that should not have been written into the formula of order was forcibly stuffed into the equation of the world.

At that moment, countless parameters in the Clockwork Kingdom that were labeled "stable," "constant," or "perpetual" simultaneously lit up with warnings.

Because the "out-of-control world" is not simply about destruction.

But don't forget the ultimate effect of this field: in any physical system, as long as there are multiple potential failure paths, the most likely one to occur is the one that has the greatest impact on the actual outcome.

Xia Xiu, using his great spirituality, wrote a sentence to the entire world: "This world is full of bugs!"

And so, the error began to occur.

And it wasn't sporadic or occasional; rather, it was as if some unseen hand had flipped a switch, causing everything to go out of control simultaneously, from the microscopic to the macroscopic, from structure to concept.

The friction coefficient between the gears, which was originally calculated to the picometer level, suddenly deviated inexplicably. In some areas, the friction was amplified infinitely, and the meshing teeth jammed instantly. In other areas, the friction was reduced to zero. The huge gears deflected and slipped in weightlessness, crashing into the track that they should not have touched.

In the energy transmission line, the electromagnetic flow that was originally strictly constrained suddenly became distorted. Some areas experienced unpredictable overloads, while other areas fell into a vacuum state as if they had been emptied. The energy distribution of the entire Clockwork Kingdom began to show unprecedented discontinuities.

More profound changes are occurring at the quantum scale.

The basic materials of the construct have developed subtle but fatal deviations at the atomic arrangement level. The metal no longer completely follows the original crystal lattice structure, and the information flow in the core of order used to determine its own state begins to show contradictory feedback. Although all calculations are still in progress, it is no longer possible to arrive at the only correct conclusion.

This is not chaos.

Rather, it is the order itself that is forced toward the worst possible outcome.

What truly caused cracks to appear in the Clockwork Kingdom was the moment the [out-of-control parameters] were modulated.

The moment the domain was expanded, the great spirituality crushed all demons and monsters with absolute violence.

The Holy Judgment Mech spread its arms, and its twelve folded wings fully unfolded, sending terrifying beams of particle light soaring into the sky.

"Listen to the voice of the Great Collapse!"

The pitch-black, blazing sun proclaimed this.

Rumble~~~
Rumble~~~
Rumble~~~~
[The Clockwork Kingdom] was originally like a brass mesh stretched to its limit, with all the meshing points of the teeth vibrating at the same frequency. The outer ring's first and second-order mounds advanced along designated trajectories like a tide, while the third to seventh-order mounds in the middle ring constantly issued commands and corrected their formations. The inner ring's second-order mounds used the Leo Tower's dimensional axis as a rivet to nail the world shut. But now, the scene is beginning to change.

The first sound was a very subtle, unusual noise.

Amidst the rumble of their gears meshing, a short, sharp snapping sound broke the silence, like someone had stuffed a grain of sand into a perfect clock.

It's as if someone has put salt in their clockwork.

Immediately afterwards, more "clicking" sounds joined together, and the torrent of order in the outer ring, composed of hundreds of millions of basic-level demon tombs, suddenly experienced a very brief pause—some continued to move forward, some were stuck, and some were bounced away.

At the same time, the single eye of the unicorn lit up a red warning. They were still carrying out the command to advance, but the gear-like ground beneath their feet suddenly raised the friction to an absurd level. Their spherical bodies slid in place as if nailed to the spot, and their four segments scratched out a string of ear-piercing metallic sparks.

In the other area, the friction suddenly dropped to zero, and the densely packed monolithic tombs slid out like oiled iron beads, crashing into the rectangular array of binary tombs in front, instantly squeezing the neat queue into a chaotic jumble of geometric fragments.

The massive collapse continues, with a huge number of bugs constantly emerging.

The two mounds were originally responsible for supervision and correction. Their eye gratings constantly scanned, trying to pull the formation back to the predetermined track, but the [Out of Control World] deliberately targeted the correction step.

The same correction command, received by different teams, resulted in a time stamp discrepancy down to the millimeter, leading to an extremely absurd scene.

In the same row of binary tombs, some turned left, some turned right, and some spun in place, like a string of suddenly twitching cogs, colliding and crushing each other, squeezing themselves alive under the segments of their companions.

Click, click, click! ! !

Click, click, click! ! !

The cracking sounds began to become more frequent.

If the outer ring road becomes chaotic, the central ring road must step in to maintain order.

The pyramid trunk of the Sanyuan Tomb glowed with an orderly, piercing light, its eight segments spreading out like rows of erected bayonets, ready to reintegrate the ranks back into the array's orbit.

The Four Elements Tomb unfolded its toothed wings in the air, and four crossbows fired in rapid succession. The energy arrows of order were meant to weave a blockade and cut through the battlefield space.

But this time, the arrow's trajectory visibly deviated the moment it flew out.

Some arrows suddenly veered ninety degrees, as if twisted by an invisible hand, piercing through the relay nodes of their own side. Other arrows, having confirmed their lock onto the Holy Judgment Mech, suddenly lost the concept of lock-on when they were close to their target, plunging straight into the ground and exploding into a circle of meaningless light.

Even more terrifying was the reaction of the high-level demon tombs.

The Seventh Tomb and the Eighth Tomb are the backbone of the prosecution and public security. They are best at smoothing out variables, but now the variables have not only not been smoothed out, but have spread like poison when they get close.

You can see those torpedo-shaped bodies gliding at high speed through the seven tombs. They should have been traveling along the toothed track close to the ground, but the direction of the toothed track suddenly became unreliable. Their high speed was delayed and amplified by inertia, and they rushed out of the track as if they had stepped into thin air, leaving long silvery trails in the void.

Then, with a "bang".

They crashed violently into the edge of another giant tooth, and the entire construct exploded into a shower of broken teeth and sparks, like a nail being swung on an anvil.

The cylindrical body of the Eighth Tomb was fitted with crossbows. A volley of fire from the cannons should have cleared out an entire space. However, just as the crossbows were half-charged, the electromagnetic circuit of the internal order core suddenly short-circuited. Instead of beams of light, the cannons spewed out segments of red-hot metal parts, like spitting out scalding hot entrails.

Their guns exploded!!!
The entire Eighth Tomb exploded from the inside, and fragments flew out in a spinning motion, turning the rear Three-Element Tomb array into a sieve.

At this point, the inner ring was also affected by a large number of bugs. Once the ever-accumulating mountain of code collapsed, the entire system would be affected.

The gilded humanoid construct of the Second Tomb stood at the center of the formation, its pupils like two cold, hard sun discs, its palms pressing down, attempting to forcibly reset the formation using the plane axis.

In that instant, the brass curtain wall of the Clockwork Kingdom solidified once more, the noise of all the gears was suppressed, as if the world held its breath, preparing to return to the right path.

But it was precisely at this moment that Lao Xia reversed the correctness of the formation.

You want to fix a bug?

Fix the chicken feathers, keep the fun going!!!

[Out of Control World - Parametric Reversal]

Boom——————

Boom——————

Boom——————

When the synchronization bell at the axis rang, it should have fallen one chime at a time on a fixed scale, but there was a very slight misbeat in the interval between the chimes.

It was only a half-beat off, not even enough to be perceived by ordinary people, but for the mechanical realm, it was equivalent to tearing a crack in the eternal and unwavering axiom.

Thus, an even more magnificent wave of bugs began to emerge.

The four gilded bodies of the inner ring secondary tombs trembled simultaneously, and the flowing patterns of order on their surfaces momentarily blurred, as if intricate runes had been splashed with ink.

Their palms continued to press down, but the force from their palms did not fall on the same coordinate point, but rather on four slightly offset points.

The result was that the center of the formation was not stabilized, but was forcibly pulled into a distorted force field vortex.

The outer ring's base-level demon tombs seemed to be pulled by an unseen hand, beginning to rotate around the center of the array. The dense geometric shapes were torn apart in the air by centrifugal force, their limbs snapped, their torsos ripped apart, and fragments rained down on the gear-shaped ground.

The third to seventh tombs in Central attempted to reverse the direction of rotation, but were bitten back by the maximized error.

Each correction they make causes a greater deviation, so the correction becomes an acceleration. The entire mechanical array is like a runaway clock top, spinning faster and faster, and becoming more and more fragmented.

Finally, the first visible crack appeared on the brass curtain wall of Clockwork Kingdom.

The cracks climbed from the center of the array all the way to the sky, like glass being stretched open by internal pressure. Along the way, all the symbols of order were extinguished one by one, and when the symbols were extinguished, they even emitted a faint, mournful sound like electricity.

As the cracks expanded further, the curtain wall peeled off in pieces, like skin torn off, revealing the original void and endless gears of the mechanical realm.

But the void was no longer stable; sparks flew from the meshing points between the interlocking teeth, and the giant gears rubbed against each other, emitting a low growl like the world grinding its teeth.

The Holy Judgment Mechs stood at the very center of this collapse.

Twelve folded, split wings hung behind him, and particle streams, like frozen dust, swirled around the machine. Outside, hundreds of millions of constructs were being shattered, reassembled, and shattered again in a tsunami of chaos. The array pressed down like a collapsing brass canopy.

Around the machine, a strange blank band appeared, as if all the mistakes were forced to bypass it, and the worst result was thrown at the mechanical world itself.

In Manun's view, it was no longer a war; it was a brutal beating.

After tearing open the still collapsing gear-shaped canopy, the twelve folded wings on the back of the Holy Judgment Mech vibrated simultaneously, and streams of particles burst forth from the wing edges. The colossal machine, hundreds of meters tall, seemed to be locked by some kind of absolute coordinate, and space beneath its feet was forcibly folded, compressed, and abandoned.

In the next instant, he was already positioned directly in front of the four secondary tombs, close enough that the orderly patterns on the surface of the gilded structure trembled slightly in the shockwave.

There were no guards, no buffer zones, and no time to continue deploying legions.

The core area of ​​order that should have protected the Leo Tower was now reduced to four lonely secondary tombs standing on the broken inlays. They made a quick judgment: the troop burst sequence had not yet cooled down, the plane axis had been disturbed, and continuing to retreat would be meaningless.

They could only fight the giants in front of them!

Unfortunately, the Holy Judgment Mechs did not give them any space for a solemn confrontation.

A huge fist was raised.

This is a simple yet profoundly spiritual move—a serious punch.

There is no mechanism, just numbers.

As the fist advanced, it flattened the air, the field of order, and even the remaining patterns of laws in front of it, forming a transparent wall that rolled forward.

In comparison, the humanoid construct of the Second Tomb was almost laughably small in front of this fist, like four precision parts placed on a chopping board.

Two of the secondary tombs made the exact same choice at the last moment.

They simultaneously stepped forward, clasped their hands together, and the order runes on their gilded bodies lit up in reverse. The core constraints were forcibly released, and the energy cycle, which had been stable to the point of near eternity, suddenly collapsed.

The ultimate release, fueled by its own existence, is equivalent to the self-sacrifice of a mid-level divine power.

They chose to completely destroy Xia Xiu!
boom--

A blinding white light and a tearing impact erupted simultaneously. The two secondary tombs were completely obliterated in the instant of the explosion, leaving only a spreading storm of order and shattered remnants of the embedded teeth, which met the punch of the Holy Judgment Mech head-on.

The moment the fist and the explosion collided, obvious collapse and ripples appeared in space. The upper body of the Holy Judgment Mech was forcibly pushed back several meters, and the gear continent beneath its feet groaned under the unbearable weight, breaking and tumbling in pieces.

But...that's all.

The twelve folded wings behind the Holy Judgment Mech suddenly sank, and the particle stream pressed into the void like a heavy anchor, making a low "thump" sound.

He quickly regained his balance, and there was no obvious structural damage to his fist.

"Two of them escaped..."

Xia Xiu's great spirituality merely swept across the edge of the battlefield, yet it had already captured the two forcibly stripped traces of order.

The remaining two secondary tombs were dragged directly into the depths of the plane under the cover of the explosion. They did not escape in any visible direction, but were instantly retrieved by an entity with higher authority.

[Singularity] – has made its move.

Xia Xiu slowly raised his gaze and locked it onto the Leo Building.

The brass clock tower, which originally symbolized absolute order and precise operation, began to deform visibly.

The outer structure of the tower was peeled off and unfolded layer by layer, and the originally vertical axis of the clock tower extended in all directions. The dense gears, connecting rods and structural spines were turned out and reassembled from the inside, like a mechanical mountain that had been forcibly awakened, disintegrating and reassembling itself.

In just a few breaths, a mechanical behemoth over a thousand meters tall "stood up" from the Leo Building.

Its body is made up of countless nested teeth, with constantly rotating toothed rings at the joints. Behind it floats a huge, slowly rotating mechanical gear crown. With each rotation of the crown, the surrounding dimensional structure emits a deep echo.

——【Leo Building · Singularity Body】.

This was the first time, and the most reluctant time, that the Supreme Ruler had truly descended into physical form within the Mechanical Realm.

[Singularity Body] raised its head, and a cold white calculation screen lit up in the place where there were no facial features. Countless order formulas and calculation results rolled like a waterfall. It had no anger, no intimidation, and simply included the Holy Judgment Mech in the sequence of abnormal variables that must be erased.

The attack came in the next instant.

The entire Leo-shaped inlay belt rang simultaneously, the mechanical crown behind the behemoth suddenly accelerated its rotation, the dimensional gravity was forcibly rewritten, the space around the Holy Judgment Mech suddenly compressed downwards, and the entire clockwork world concentrated its weight on this point.

[Singularity: All-Dimensional Kaioken]

At the same time, countless rays of order shot out from various structural nodes of the singularity's body—these rays were similar to the destructive and self-destructive Great Disintegration, only a mythological version of the Great Disintegration used by the [singularity].

【Singularity - Domain of Absolute Order】

At this moment, the [Singularity]'s goal is clear...

It's going to dismantle the Holy Judgment Mech into junk!!!
The attack, in its truest sense, arrived the next instant.

The entire Leo inlaid toothed band resonated with a booming sound, as if an invisible giant hand had turned the main axis of the entire clockwork world, and the huge mechanical gear crown suspended behind the singularity body suddenly accelerated its rotation.

When the teeth meshed together, it was no longer the precise silence that was typical of the mechanical world, but rather a low and piercing "click" sound, as if the world itself was being forcibly overclocked.

The entire plane concentrates its weight, laws, and operational inertia onto this single coordinate point.

At the same time, countless rays of order burst forth from the various structural nodes of the [Singularity Body].

They exhibit a cold, almost cheap, grayish-white hue, and wherever they go, the stability of armor structures, energy fields, and even space itself begins to be peeled away layer by layer.

Faced with the full force of the dimensional weight and the order-shattering rays that almost filled the entire horizon, Xia Xiu's emotions were surprisingly calm, or even... a little excited.

Instead of retreating, he raised his gaze, staring intently at the rapidly spinning gear crown behind the Leo continent, as if a hunter had finally identified the weakness of his prey.

"I saw it..."

In that instant, the great spirituality responded from the depths of the ethereal realm, and a clear yet chilling message unfolded in his consciousness.

The aura of the Key to Domination... it's you! A return gift for Manun!

Xia Xiu did not retreat but advanced.

In the instant before the dimensional pressure had completely closed and the order rays were still continuously stacking and locking, he once again used great spirituality to expand his domain.

【Crown Realm: Frame-by-Frame World (Great Spiritual Blessing)——

Reality quietly reveals an invisible crease, like the edge of a film reel being forcibly torn open, and the world of frames appears.

It was a subtle and distorted dimension.

Countless slide-like panels of light overlapped and slid side by side outside of reality, each frame gently vibrating at an imperceptible frequency.

The dark, blazing sun above the highest ether chuckled at the continuity of the real world.

The sky began to drop frames, everything was cut into fragmented images, spliced ​​together in the air in a misaligned manner.

On the ground, along the edges of the war-torn gear-shaped continent, subtle yet glaring red outlines appeared, their boundaries flashing like an unfinished geometric model being forcibly thrown into the rendering of a real-world map.

Xia Xiu stood at the critical point of the frame rate world, his breathing becoming extremely slow. He was standing in front of the post-editing table in this world.

The timeline unfolded beneath his feet like a translucent ribbon, with the flow of instructions intersecting, tilting, overlapping, cutting, and misaligning, like a piece of material that had been repeatedly revised but was still not finalized.

The Holy Judgment Mech took that step in the [Frame Rate World].

In this realm covered by editing permissions, time is no longer an irreversible torrent, but rather a tape of footage that has been repeatedly stretched, folded, and marked with countless cut points.

As the Holy Judgment mechs advanced, their figures constantly overlapped and shifted, as if the same mech existed simultaneously in countless adjacent frames, only to be erased in the next instant, leaving only the frame that was advantageous to them to continue playing.

Yes, that's how shameless it is.

I only edit the frames that are beneficial to me; the rest... I delete them all!!!

Those order rays that should have hit it suddenly lost their cause the moment they were about to touch the armor.

The launch results are still available, but the time of impact has been cleanly and efficiently cut out.

The same applies to nodes where the dimensional gravity collapses the space; the action of rewriting the rules still exists, but the short period of time applied to the Holy Judgment Mech is directly deleted.

The king of time moves forward amidst overlapping shadows.

Each flicker of the overlapping shadows represents a discarded timeline.

Each screen transition is a forced elimination of the possibility of failure.

With his shameless abilities, Xia Xiu moved about as if he were in an empty place, traversing freely.

Soon, it stood behind the [Singularity Body], directly in front of the enormous gear crown.

The Judgment Mech raised both arms simultaneously, a simple movement that carried an undeniable sense of impending doom.

Great spirituality begins to load at this moment.

—[Low Orbit World Cannon].

Deep within the seventh layer of the ether, the [Intrinsic Sign - End of the Blazing Sun] suddenly shone brightly.

The great spiritual authority was fully unleashed at this moment, and the cannon array locked onto the higher-dimensional structure.

The terrifying torrent of information was instantly compressed, calibrated, and aligned, forcibly transformed from a chaotic ocean of information into a single, absolutely targeted final strike.

[Miracle: Information Flood Attack]

Within the etheric layer, the pitch-black sun precisely captured the coordinates of the [singularity].

In the next instant, an uncountable torrent of information poured down, as if stuffing the entire multidimensional calculation results into a single consciousness at once, and the black sun let out a low and distorted roar.

That's not an emotion, but the feedback generated when permissions are forcibly overridden, tampered with, or crushed.

The [singularity] first showed a significant lag.

The structure at the etheric level trembled violently, its reaction chain was forcibly broken, and the order of the counterattack was just formed before it was submerged, torn apart, and rewritten by the subsequent flood of information, leaving only chaotic echoes trembling in higher-dimensional space.

thump—

On a practical level.

The massive mechanical gear crown behind the Leo building trembled violently.

The densely packed gears simultaneously developed cracks, which spread like a spider web.

The next instant, fragments of gear were blasted away, transforming into several blazing orbs of light in mid-air. These orbs attempted to spontaneously reassemble themselves, clearly indicating that fragments of some core authority were instinctively reclaiming themselves.

"Finally, it revealed what I wanted!"

With lightning speed, Xia Xiu controlled the Holy Judgment mech to throw a punch and directly grasp the most dazzling and core ball of light.

Then, he pulled hard.

The permissions were forcibly torn from the overall structure, and both reality and ether simultaneously let out a mournful cry of unbearable burden.

The next instant, the twelve folded wings on the back of the Holy Judgment Mech vibrated wildly, and streams of particle light surged and burst between the wing surfaces, causing the machine's attitude to rise abruptly.

Got the stuff, time to run!

Before the [Singularity] had completed its second round of reaction and just as the mechanical realm's dimensional blockade began to tighten, the Holy Judgment Mech tore through space, carrying its stolen authority, and directly broke away from the main axis of the Clockwork World's vision, leaving only the Leo inlay belt, still disintegrating, reassembling, and hissing, slowly losing focus behind it.

Goodbye, I'll come find you again next time!

Before leaving, Xia Xiu didn't forget to turn back and stir up some hatred.

"Snap, snap, snap!—!!!"

His response was met with the furious roar of the entire mechanical realm and the clanging of gears!
The violent spinning sound, for some reason, also sounded rather dirty.

However, we shouldn't worry about these trivial matters now. There is something to be happy about: the fourth perfect embryo, Manun Abraham, has officially returned.

Upon his return, his father also prepared a small gift for him.

Although the person who gave the gift didn't seem too happy, it didn't matter. Anyway, he would try to come back and get the [Singularity] equipment if he had the chance in the future.

These gods from all the realms are great; you can get a lot of rare equipment just by attacking them.

He loves playing, and he'll play more when he has free time!