Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1127: Reward for the Stage of Collecting Five Perfect Embryos!
Since Xia Xiu brought Vulcan to Abelio, it was not on a whim. In his view, it was a natural arrangement to put the two children under the same sky.

One is a blacksmith who grew up amidst flames and anvils, the other is a steel hand that struggles to survive between gears and cybernetic bodies.

Vulcan is skilled at blacksmithing, but Xia Xiu doesn't intend to let him remain at the stage of hammering and shaping. The feudal supernaturalism of Moradin, who is obsessed with blacksmithing and discriminates against the mechanical creations of the new era, is unacceptable.

The blacksmiths of the new era cannot be merely craftsmen who hammer metal, nor can they forge only swords and armor.

Forging iron naturally involves forging the skeleton of a Titan-class construct, creating a prosthetic body capable of bearing the will of the master, and pressing divinity, mechanics, and materials science into it, becoming a good blacksmith of the new era of lineageism.

Xia Xiu's gaze then fell upon Jason, his tone remaining steady, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:
“Jason, Vulcan will also stay in Abelio for the time being. When you teach Manun the Way of Mechanics, take him with you, but focus on the forging system. Involve him in structural mechanics, the load-bearing principle of Titan-class structures, and the coupling logic of power circuits and materials.”

Furthermore, he was present throughout the entire process of observing and hands-on work regarding the application of the Cetrand and the subsequent structural design of the steel framework; his hands shouldn't just remain at the anvil.

Jason's machine spirit visibly froze for a fraction of a second, then let out a long, remarkably human-like sigh. The massive machine leaned back slightly, as if expressing its helplessness with its entire mass:

"Ah... another one."

His machine spirit glanced at Vulcan, then at Manun.

"Pope, are you treating this place like a nursery?"

“Standing at the front lines, protecting the planes, and spreading the message through machinery—these are the things that Titans and the Primarchs should be doing.”

"Now you always make me take care of the kids. Of course, I'm not saying I can't, but I always feel that fighting on the front lines is more in line with Titan's job."

Xia Xiu then said in a very serious tone:
"You are passing on the Way of Om Messiah, which is a very important task, even more glorious than simply going into battle to kill enemies."

That's true, but you can't keep making me do these glorious things!
Jason's machine spirit was a little hesitant. Although he appeared extremely unwilling, he was secretly starting to generate teaching permissions for Vulcan in his backend, accessing the forging module and the Titan structural database, while comforting himself:

"It's not necessarily a bad thing for a blacksmith to come and learn mechanics. At least he can hold the hammer steadily, which is much better than some apprentices who can only recite prayers."

Xia Xiu's gaze then turned to the two brothers who seemed somewhat estranged. Vulcan and Manun stood side by side, yet it was as if an invisible distance separated them.

This was their first real meeting, a moment that should have been a moment of blood ties being recognized, but instead of the expected excitement and declarations, it was unusually quiet.

Having just escaped the carnage and divine punishment of Paradise Mountain, Vulcan's heart was far from calm as he faced his suddenly appearing father and his brother, a stranger yet instinctively familiar figure.

However, this sense of helplessness was firmly suppressed in his heart by his usual composure and restraint. It did not show in his expression or his actions, so he seemed a bit wooden, like a piece of iron that had just been taken out of the furnace and had not yet been hammered into shape.

Manun wasn't much better off.

He can speak freely when it comes to prosthetics and mechanical structures, but questions like how to talk to his brother whom he's just meeting are completely outside his knowledge base.

He tried to speak several times, but swallowed his words back in an instant. He could only stand there somewhat awkwardly, his eyes occasionally lingering on Vulcan before quickly looking away.

As a result, the air suddenly felt somewhat heavy.

Xia Xiu saw this but didn't frown or urge them. He simply stepped forward, patted each of their shoulders, and gently pulled them half a step closer together. The action wasn't forceful, but it carried an irresistible sense of intimacy.

“Alright,” he said, his voice low but naturally breaking the awkward silence, “We’re all brothers, no need to be so formal.”

He glanced at Vulcan, then at Manun, his tone carrying the casualness of someone who had been there before:
"If you don't know what to say, that's okay. You can work together to forge some iron, or take some things apart and put them back together—many things can't be said with words."

Then, his tone shifted, taking on a clearer direction:

"In a while, there will be big moves. At that time, it won't just be you guys, but also the other brothers who will meet and act together. Each of you will build your own courtyard legion according to your own template."

The elderly father looked to his children for the future.

“I have already connected you to the Kingdom of Heaven’s lineage. The Eden Think Tank will explain the relevant authority and reasons clearly. You can take your time with the Holy Forging Surgery and the transformation; the same goes for the genetic seeds. You will have your own names, your own sequences, and your own lineage.”

He paused here, as if it were a casual remark, yet it carried considerable weight:
“These things will become your anchors in the myriad worlds.”

The two brothers, who had been forcibly pulled closer, exchanged a glance and then gave each other an awkward yet polite smile.

Seeing this, Xia Xiu didn't say anything more.

The children are still shy and need time.

He wanted them to communicate more and rely on each other more, but some connections should naturally grow through actions and working together, rather than being forcibly instilled.

Moreover, he didn't have much time to linger.

As the king of corporate slaves in heaven, his schedule is already packed to the brim.

The perfect embryos have not yet fully returned, the Ivy League war needs to be accelerated, the subsequent links of the Path of Miracles still need to be completed, and the orders from the Heavenly Kingdom have never truly stopped.

More imminent is another pressing matter—Broly's coronation and the joint operation with the Edis Federation, aimed directly at the depths of the Gray Wilderness, the war between the Olympian pantheon and the Titans.

The big move he told Vulcan and Manun was a war against the Grey Wilderness.

In Xia Xiu's strategic vision, this was not only a direct conflict against the Olympian gods, but also a deliberately arranged "team building" event.

He needs to let these children, who are not yet fully aligned with each other on the same timeline, stand shoulder to shoulder in the real flames of war, and forge them into comrades on the battlefield through blood, victory, and pressure.

He plans to have the perfect embryos team up for the next dungeon.

So he began to gather the chess pieces in advance.

He has issued a recall order to the most ferocious and sharpest expeditionary force in all the heavens and myriad realms.

Lupercal Abraham, the First Son who is currently leading the Sons of the Wolves on campaigns, will soon return to Abelio.

When Lupercal steps into the Golden Tree Kingdom, this paradise will, for the first time, gather three perfect embryos simultaneously.

Meanwhile, Lionel, the lion cub still in the gray wilderness, has already entered a state of combat readiness.

The mimicry avatar projected by the Gospel Machine he parked at the edge of the gray wilderness had already completed twenty-four holy forgings for Lionel.

After completing the casting, Lionel did not choose to wait.

He returned to his hometown, a land repeatedly crushed by war, faith, and resentment, and began to build his own legion.

He gave this legion a name—the Angels of Penitence.

At the same time, under Xia Xiu's explicit instructions, Lionel also formed a small but extremely powerful mobile task force—the Lionheart Knights.

This force is not under the control of the Legion Council, but only obeys Lionel himself, and more importantly, is directly under Xia Xiu.

Meanwhile, on another timeline, deep within the snowfields of Joseph's Garden, the wolf boy Fenrir had already completed his transformation.

The twenty-four times of holy forging did not manifest any superfluous embellishment on him; instead, he digested and absorbed it in the most primitive and savage way.

Meanwhile, through the tribe's warrior trials, the wolf boy selected those truly worthy of fighting alongside him from countless competitors and named his legion—the Star Wolves.

More importantly, Xia Xiu's true form is currently residing in the Garden of Joseph.

Unlike his treatment of other children, where he merely provided remote guidance or indirect instruction, he personally stood beside Fenrir, teaching him the art of blood combat step by step, showing him how to tear through the enemy's defenses in the shortest amount of time, and how to continue killing even when wounded.

Together they traversed wastelands and icy valleys, hunting ferocious beasts and devouring their flesh, allowing Fenrir to directly enhance the quality of his crimson battle aura. It wasn't civilized training, but a deliberate tempering that returned to instinct.

When the time is right, Fenrir will also be taken away from the Garden of Joseph.

His next stop was also a gray wilderness.

There, the war between the Olympian gods and the Titans had dragged on for far too long, the old order was crumbling, and Shashau was preparing to send his children onto that collapsing battlefield.

Thinking of this, Xia Xiu called Jason aside and once again instructed him to take good care of the two children, Vulcan and Manun. One had just survived the pursuit and divine punishment of Paradise Mountain, and his character was still being tempered repeatedly between fire and death; the other was standing at the starting point of the mechanical path, his ambition and talent expanding wildly, and needed to be properly guided.

He also specifically mentioned that after the first son, Lupercal Abraham, returned to Abelio, Jason should arrange a formal meeting so that Abraham's sons could have a proper get-together.

Jason, who was in charge of taking care of the children, could only nod repeatedly with his machine spirit to indicate that he had received the request.

He's now being treated like a babysitting machine by the Pope, but he can't do anything about it. These perfect embryos are indeed all unique, and if not handled properly, one can easily be corrupted by chaos and become a time bomb.

After making the arrangements, Xia Xiu controlled the summoned holy machine to once again initiate a rift-level leap. A colorful energy ring briefly appeared in Abelio's sky before quickly receding. The huge machine, which served as the projection core and strategic hub, headed towards the next key node without hesitation.

Just like when they brought Manun back from the Mechanical Realm, the role of the Summoned Holy Machines and Holy Judgment Mechs is to act as a strategic balancer, constantly pressing down on the key fulcrums of all the heavens and myriad worlds.

He needs to use his immense power to maintain the strategic balance across all realms.

……

……

The Garden of Joseph, third level, Nidaville.

The sky here is always shrouded in low-hanging gray clouds, and the cold wind sweeps across the ground with salt mist and the smell of blood, as if even the air itself is reminding visitors: this is a place to test hunters, not a place to shelter life.

At this moment, Xia Xiu's true form was standing on the edge of a churning, dark sea, calmly gazing at the rising surface of the sea ahead.

No, that's not just the surface of the sea, but a colossal beast emerging from the water—Hafgufa.

The monster's body was so enormous it was almost absurd; the part above the water resembled a breathing island, its thick carapace covered with layers of biological structures, and white steam billowed from its gaping maw.

The entire ocean rose and fell with its breath, and whales, giant fish, and even wrecked shipwrecks were dragged away by that terrifying suction force and disappeared into the bottomless throat.

Directly in front of it, Fenrir Abraham, the Lord of the Star Wolves, had already stepped out.

Without any unnecessary roar or hesitation, he directly summoned his own avatar, the Overlord Avatar – [Overlord Avatar Fenrir].

In the next instant, the wolf child's figure overlapped, bit, and merged with that avatar. His bones stretched out in a low rumble, and his muscles seemed to be forcibly infused with the wildness of the entire wasteland. The blood-red fighting spirit surging beneath his skin was completely unrestrained.

Fenrir's form undergoes a qualitative change in an instant.

It is no longer a simple enhancement, nor a symbolic projection, but a giant wolf in the truest sense.

Its shoulders were as high as hills, its back as ridges, and its gray-white wolf fur billowed in the gale, each hair like a steel needle infused with fighting spirit. Its eyes burned with an almost scarlet light, and with just a low growl, it caused the surrounding seawater to explode into layers of giant waves.

He stepped into the sea and collided head-on with Hafgufa.

The giant wolf's fangs clamped down on the monster's carapace, and as its forepaws struck, the entire body of water collapsed. A terrifying force spread along the crimson battle aura, amplifying not only its enormous size but also its strength, speed, perception, and killing intent to a completely new level.

Hafgufa's counterattack was equally ferocious. Its massive jaws snapped shut, creating a wall of water large enough to engulf mountains, while tentacle-like biological structures attempted to entangle, tear, and drag it away.

This is pure hunting.

As mentioned earlier, for wolf children, eating equals becoming stronger!

As long as the wolf boy eats stronger and more potent food, his Blood God Battle Qi can expand indefinitely.

After consuming numerous powerful ingredients, the wolf child's own domineering avatar awakened new abilities, allowing him to merge with them and grow his body to enormous size.

This was Xia Xiu's purpose in training Fenrir during this time. His gaze was fixed on the giant wolf, and his great spirituality easily discerned the true nature of the giant wolf.

Fenrir continued to feed as it bit, rolled, and rammed, tearing, swallowing, and refining flesh and blood. Blood God Battle Qi expanded, compressed, and expanded again within its body as if out of control.

Meanwhile, his overlord avatar continuously absorbs new characteristics and structures in this process, completing further... evolution.

For wolf children, fighting is never the goal.

Eating is the only thing that matters.

Xia Xiu stood on the edge of the churning sea cliffs of Nidaville, his gaze fixed on the torn waters. The battle between the giant wolf and the sea monster was not chaos in his eyes, but a clear and visible trajectory of growth.

“After this meal,” his thought slowly took shape in his great spirituality, calm and precise, “the ability to grow to enormous size will probably raise the threshold again.”

He was not surprised by this.

Blood God's design has always been like this—brutal, direct, and with no attempt to conceal its purpose.

Unlike the other three monarchs' intricate and interconnected schemes, the barbarian sitting on the bronze throne believed in only one logic: endless bloodshed, endless devouring, and endless expansion.

As long as Fenrir continues to feed and grow its Blood God Aura through slaughter, that power will eventually accumulate to a critical point, exceeding mortal limits and self-control, ultimately causing it to lose its balance and fall in a single breath...

Then, he was snatched away by the Brass Throne, donned the crown of an ascended demon, and became the Blood God's most beloved son of slaughter.

Simple, straightforward, and even bright.

"They really don't even bother to hide a single trick." A hint of mockery flashed through Xia Xiu's mind. "Once they're full of fighting spirit, they'll just drag them away, skipping even the 'whether they're willing' step."

But precisely because of this, this path is not without a solution.

If the core of the Blood God is unlimited intake, then the way to break it is equally simple.

Purify, expand capacity, and increase the carrying threshold to postpone the process of overeating forever, or even turn it into a state that can be actively controlled.

In other words, we need to turn Fenrir into a super-sized, invincible stomach.

Thinking of this, Xia Xiu's great spirituality stirred slightly, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield and towards the two familiar coordinates of authority deep within the ether—the two rulers of the flesh-and-desire lineage.

"A big appetite?" A judgment that almost came to mind was almost a smile. "I happen to have one here."

The Dragon Mother, who is clueless and perpetually hungry, loves nothing more than eating.

“Fenrir…” Xia Xiu’s consciousness slightly tightened, “He is actually the one who is least worried about being corrupted by Chaos.”

The path of the wolf child is simple and clear enough. As long as the direction is firmly grasped, the temptation of the Blood God can only remain at the level of a mechanism threat.

Other perfect embryos may not have such intuitive means of restraint and require more constraints, guidance, and firewalls.

In that instant, a strange change occurred.

The dark, blazing sun deep within the seventh level of the Ether, the Super Ebony Layer, suddenly rippled violently on its surface.

It wasn't an outbreak, but a chain reaction—as if a pre-laid circuit had multiple nodes lit up at the same time.

The dark corona rolled in layers, light and shadow devoured and recombine each other in an invisible dimension, and fine yet terrifying tremors spread along the surface of the blazing sun.

That wasn't an emotional fluctuation.

That is the inevitable response after the conditions are met.

"Five now..." Xia Xiu confirmed in his mind.

He has now gathered five Calabash Brothers... no, perfect embryos, five perfect embryos, five stable anchor points, and a causal chain that he forcibly postponed, dismantled, and reassembled is slowly but steadily moving toward the next stage.

Surrounded by the sons of Abraham, the portion of [Metatron] divinity within Xia Xiu's body was significantly replenished.

This was a significant achievement. After gathering all five sons of Abraham, his path to becoming a "self-sacrificer" was like a rocket launch, reaching the top in a flash.

(End of this chapter)