Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1126 The Fifth Perfect Embryo - Return.

"Hugh Abraham!!"

"If you've got the guts, then stand up straight and fight us fair and square!!!"

This roar echoed with the power of the divine realm, and even the ridges of Solania hummed.

However, his response was unusually simple.

The summoned holy machine hovered silently, the [Rainbow Bridge] was still functioning, the cherubim's eyes were still churning, and Xia Xiu's voice, coming down slowly and calmly from the communication layer, was as indifferent as commenting on the weather:

"Look, he's in a hurry."

These four short words, without any mocking tone or provocative emotion, precisely struck at the most explosive nerve of Moradin.

"!!!"

Moradin's face flushed red instantly, and as Xia Xiu looked at the enraged dwarven god, an extremely fitting metaphor inappropriately popped into his mind—that flushed face, coupled with the furious roar, looked just like a monkey that had its sore spot touched and immediately bristled.

It looks especially like a monkey's butt.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, Xia Xiu almost burst out laughing.

However, he did not continue to stimulate it, because at that moment, his senses detected another fluctuation.

From a higher place, from the very top of Paradise Mountain.

The seventh level, Radiant Heaven.

An extremely ancient, extremely heavy, yet seemingly incomplete great spiritual trace trembled slightly in the distant coordinates.

That was Zafkiel, the leader of the Seven Martyrs, the true supreme arbiter of Paradise Mountain.

Xia Xiu's consciousness swept over the other party's state in that instant—the divine rank was complete, the seventh level of the etheric coordinates were stable, and the threshold of great spirituality had been reached.

However, it is in a dormant state, which means that the other party is not pretending to be dead.

After all, his commotion had reached such a point that the fourth level was almost reduced to ruins, and three powerful gods were now engaged in direct combat.

Zafkiel, however, still has not truly awakened.

"As expected..."

Xia Xiu made a judgment in his heart.

"The price of reaching great spirituality through faith in deities is the inability to act freely and being in a state of slumber at any time."

"Even within his own divine kingdom, he faces enormous restrictions. Unless Heaven Mountain truly reaches the brink of extinction, he will not awaken."

After reaching this conclusion, Xia Xiu felt more confident, since it was unrealistic to expect him to rely on the Holy Mechanism to fight against the entire Heavenly Mountain.

He had no intention of further expanding his gains.

Because he knew very well that if the situation dragged on any longer, even if the Seven Heavenly Generals gathered six of them, and even if the summoned holy weapon was a war platform-level existence, they might not be able to hold the situation in place.

We shouldn't be overconfident, and there's no need to be. We've already found our son, and our goal has been achieved.

This time, it was just a preliminary encounter with Paradise Mountain, and I managed to leave a deep impression on them.

As for what comes next, there's still plenty of time, and there will be plenty of opportunities to really test our skills against Paradise Mountain.

Xia Xiu gently withdrew his consciousness, his gaze sweeping over the three pantheon lords who were still being held tightly by the cherubim, and his tone returned to its usual nonchalant calm.

"Alright everyone, that's the end of the farewell party. I'll spend more time with you next time when I have time... have some fun."

The core authority of the summoned holy machinery was raised again, and all the orbital angels connected to it received the same command at the same time—overclock operation.

That wasn't just a simple increase in firepower; it pushed the already illogical combat logic of the Cherubim to its limits.

The computing power threshold has been removed.

The frequency of fixation doubled.

The cooldowns for calling [Wall of Sighs] and [Membrella of Dawn] have been forcibly compressed to almost non-existent.

The gaze covering the entire fourth layer of the sky suddenly became viscous, and reality itself was repeatedly crushed by countless layers of scrutiny and rejection.

Moradin shouted, "Don't go!!!"

Moradin let out a low growl first, his forged crown trembled violently, and the power fed back from the divine kingdom was poured into his divine body without reservation, forcing him to push forward despite the nauseating cumulative effect.

"We'll follow too!" Tyr and Bahamut Jr. caught up as well.

Tyr's steps did not stop either. The divinity of blind justice spread out on his body, forcibly determining the legitimacy of his actions and attempting to sever the ever-accumulating invalidation marks.

As Bahamut's giant wings slammed into the void, the Platinum Dragon God's dragon might and oath erupted, tearing open a brief path for advancement.

The three pantheon masters approached the outer area of ​​the summoned holy machine almost simultaneously.

They could all see that if they took just one more step forward, if they could truly enter the attack range of the summoned holy weapons, this extremely frustrating tug-of-war would be forcibly ended.

However, just as he was about to take that step, the two figures landed simultaneously.

Two royal angels, Chrysipedes, stood on either side of the path, like emotionless divine boundary markers.

At the same time, they fully invoked the three sets of miracle packages under Eden's authority. [Wall of Sighs] directly blocked the propulsion vector at a higher dimension, [Sword of Wrath] cut off the effective judgment of divine attacks, and [Path of Destiny] simply marked the result of the three main gods' impending arrival as an impossible event.

A brief pause, but that was enough.

At this moment, the warp engine that summoned the holy machine completed its final calibration, and the spatial structure collapsed inward as if it had been precisely cut, with the warp coordinates forcibly written into the underlying reality.

Under the watchful eyes of three powerful deities who were about to materialize their rage, the summoned artifact, along with the rainbow bridge and the golden cherubim behind it, was pulled into the warp portal. The light and structure collapsed simultaneously, disappearing completely from the battlefield of Solania as if they had never existed.

Heaven and earth returned to silence.

All that remained were the forcibly terminated divine circuits, the lingering gazes, and three pantheon lords standing in place, their expressions extremely gloomy.

None of them caught up.

They could only watch helplessly as Xia Xiu disappeared completely from the sight of Paradise Mountain.

"Hugh Abraham!!!!"

While the three were in a state of impotent rage, Xia Xiu had already left Paradise Mountain with the fifth perfect embryo, which also symbolized the official return of the fifth perfect embryo—Valken Abraham.

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After leaving the coordinates of the Paradise Mountain plane, Xia Xiu did not pause at all. The warp trajectory of the summoned holy machine was relocked. As if he had rehearsed all of this beforehand, he carried the Vulcan, which was still placed in the cockpit, and traveled through the various worlds at high speed along the established safe passage. The space outside the machine peeled off, overlapped, and reset layer by layer.

Soon, that familiar and gentle feedback of the law once again covered the outer armor of the summoned holy machine.

The secluded paradise plane, Abelio.

The sky above the Golden Tree Royal City was torn open once more, revealing a stable and clean dimensional rift that summoned the Holy Mechanism to slowly descend from within.

Deep within the Golden Tree Royal City of Abelio, within a mechanical dome constructed from layers of roots, the dimensional protector Titan Jason looks down at the platform below.

There, Manun stood ramrod straight.

Compared to when he first arrived in Abelio, this fourth returning perfect embryo has undergone extremely significant changes.

His original cheap prosthetic bodies, cobbled together from scrap materials, have been completely replaced by a high-level mechanical prosthetic body system preached by the mechanical saint Saint Bromman.

With its rigorous structure, unified interfaces, and clear and stable energy circuit, it doesn't seem like a hastily transplanted device at all, but rather like something tailor-made for him.

Jason lowered his head, and the data stream in the huge eyepiece slowly rolled, scanning Manun from bone density to neural response, before letting out a low hum that was clearly tinged with pleasure.

"Not bad." His tone rarely carried an air of appreciation. "The Mechanical Saint's intervention truly does not disappoint." He raised a mechanical arm as thick as a tower's knuckles, tracing the structural projection of Manun's prosthetic body in the air as he observed and commented:
"The core of the arms is a composite power amplification framework. The muscle bundle layer uses highly elastic metal fibers, which can deliver explosive output without sacrificing fine operation. The forearm also has a multi-mode tool compartment embedded inside, which can switch between cutting, penetrating, and energy projection in milliseconds."

"How wonderful! The saints who come out of the Gear Orthodox Church are indeed extraordinary."

Jason's gaze lingered on the point where Manun's neck and spine met, his tone becoming more serious:
"More importantly, there is neural adaptation. The number of prosthetics you currently have far exceeds the safety threshold defined by most civilizations, yet your mental stability has hardly fluctuated."

He paused, as if confirming something, before continuing:
"There was no loss of control, no hallucinations, and no typical symptoms of self-awareness stripping, also known as cyberpsychosis... This shows that your consciousness's acceptance of the machine was not a forced overwrite, but a natural extension."

Upon hearing this, Manun immediately lowered his head slightly, his tone restrained and earnest, without the slightest exaggeration, yet perfectly landing on the frequency that Jason found most appealing.

"I simply followed the teacher's instructions and placed each structure and each loop in its proper place. The main credit for this is still due to the teacher's earnest teachings."

As soon as he said that, Jason's machine soul core lit up for a moment.

It wasn't the kind of power boost you get during combat, but rather an extremely rare, almost emotionally responsive, pleasurable pulse.

The machine soul was very happy.

Manun, though he looks older than his age, is a very sensible child.

Compared to the rigid, formatted but soulless prayer documents from the document team, Manun's words were like eight lubricants poured into his machine soul gears, making him feel physically and mentally... no, his machine soul was delighted.

"……very good."

Jason's voice was noticeably lower, filled with barely suppressed satisfaction, "Your words are more effective than them copying 'Ohm Messiah, the eternal mantle' three hundred times."

He raised his hand, and his huge mechanical knuckles made a light stroke in the air. The light patterns above the dome then reorganized, and layers of structural diagrams floated between the two of them like unfolded cross-sections.

"Now that you've grasped the concept of 'exterior' to this extent, it's time to delve deeper."

Jason's tone became more didactic, but no longer as abstract as before; instead, it was tailored to Manun's physical structure.

"Metal is not a synonym for cold and hard."

"It is extension, it is support, it is the answer that prevents power from tearing itself apart."

He began teaching Manun the metal section of the Seventy-Two Mechanisms.

——Metal Section——

Steel Sheet: Transforms the skin into steel, making it impervious to blades and fire.

Iron Bones: The skeleton is transformed into titanium pillars, making it impact-resistant.

Copper vein: Blood is transformed into a flow of energy-conducting copper.

Cast reinforcement: The reinforcement bundles resemble liquid metal, and can be made flexible or rigid at will.

Cabin replacement: Instantly replacing the internal cavity structure of the aircraft.

Extendable arm: The robotic arm or prosthetic body can extend and retract in ways that defy common sense.

Variable axis: Multi-dimensional joint rotation to avoid extreme attacks.

Split Horn: A charging horn is generated on the head. This horn is modeled after the crown domain of a mechanical saint, which is related to one of the two planetary-level special mechanical creations made by the legendary god of machines.

Iron Stomach: Absorbs mechanical energy recovery.

Slicing: The organism splits into blade-like segments that move.

Solid Shield: Generates a strong magnetic shield in the chest cavity.

Load-bearing: The mass is doubled, and it strikes the ground heavily.

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As Jason spoke, he observed Manun's reaction and found that not only was the other party keeping up, but he was also constantly anticipating the next step.

This made his machine spirit flow even more smoothly.

“You must remember,”

He finally closed the projection, his tone becoming low and resolute again, "The core of the Metal Chapter is not about turning yourself into a piece of iron."

"Instead, let your body become a machine that will never betray you."

Just as Jason was preaching to Manuun the Iron Hand, they both suddenly sensed something and looked up at the sky.

Jason's machine spirit was the first to complete the judgment. The massive guardian Titan slowly raised its head, and a crack was gently pushed open in the constant and stable plane dome above the Golden Tree Royal City by some familiar yet unfamiliar force.

Manun also raised his head.

The next moment, his breathing became noticeably erratic.

It was a giant machine completely different from the Holy Judgment Mech.

He was neither sharp nor aggressive, lacking the oppressive aura of someone who could judge everything, yet he possessed a solemnity and a sense of calling that made people subconsciously want to look up to him, as if he did not exist for killing, but rather to give order and meaning to war itself.

As the summoned holy machine slowly descended from the sky, a colorful energy halo flowed around the outer layer of its outline, like some kind of refracted holy law, and Manun's pupils almost instinctively dilated at that moment.

The second one... the Colossus!
Ever since he first saw a humanoid machine in the mechanical realm, the urge to stand in the cockpit, grasp the reins, and make the steel respond to his will has been suppressed in his heart.

At this moment, as the second colossus, completely different in style yet equally magnificent, descended before him, his emotions finally surged uncontrollably, even causing the stabilizer inside his body to briefly raise its inhibition threshold.

My child wants to pilot a Gundam!
His own master's steel frame is still under construction, and his own machine is far from complete, so he can't pilot a Gundam yet and can only watch his father pilot one with envy.

The summoned holy machine hovered stably above the royal city, and then the cockpit opened.

Xia Xiu did not appear immediately, but first brought Vulcan out of the cabin. Just like he had done with Manun before, his movements were casual but extremely steady. He placed the young man, whose body still bore traces of flame and divinity, beside the two of them.

Almost the instant it landed.

Manun was stunned.

Vulcan also stopped moving.

Neither of them spoke immediately, but in the instant their eyes met, they simultaneously felt an indescribable, strange flow of blood, a spiritual rhythm, and even the frequency of their very existence, all finding a completely identical echo in each other.

They both saw in each other a similar structure that was not yet polished, but was already clear enough.

This realization didn't require reasoning or explanation; it simply settled naturally in their minds. They only needed to look at each other to know that the other was their... "brother."

In that brief silence, Xia Xiu finally descended in his mimicry form. His particle-like humanoid form coalesced in the light and shadow. He glanced at the two children, who were clearly still processing the information, and said with a smile:

"introduce."

He reached out and pointed first at Vulcan.

“This is Vulcan Abraham, the fifth child I just found in Solania, the Paradise Mountain.”

Then he pointed to Manun.

“This is Manun Abraham; Vulcan, don’t let his appearance fool you, he’s only eight years old. I found him in the Mechanical Realm… Well, you’ve both felt the connection of your bloodlines, right… So, I don’t need to explain your relationship.”

Xia Xiu paused, as if feeling that this wasn't formal enough, and added:
"How about... you two brothers give each other a hug?"

For the newly formed, loving family, the old father hopes that the brothers will live in harmony and that the father will be kind and the children will be filial.

Vulcan: "..."

Manun: "..."

They didn't know where to begin complaining, but they both had one thought in mind: their father seemed a bit unreliable.

(End of this chapter)