Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1129 Gray Wilderness: On the Eve of Total War.

Gray Wilderness, Oynos.

This once chaotic land, controlled by Barthez and Tanaris, is now undergoing a true purge.

Silence and desolation permeated the wasteland as an ironclad trial, composed of a torrent of heavily armed infantry and mechs, advanced with unwavering resolve.

That was the marching formation of the Angels of Penance, descendants of the Knights of Lionheart, and the "Six-Winged" army personally forged by Lionel Abraham.

With Deathwing as the spearhead, Ravenwing as the lance, Stormwing as the hammer, and Ironwing as the shield, while Shadowwing lurks in the depths of the shadows, carrying out the hunt and purge, and Redemptionwing walks quietly and silently behind the ranks.

Clad in white robes and red chains, and holding ritual books and hammers of repentance, they resembled a mobile church accompanying an army, chanting prayers softly amidst the burning and steel.

Under Lionel's command, the six-winged council of the Angels of Penitence has been strictly divided and institutionalized. Each wing is led by a Grand Master. They operate independently but can also instantly form a coordinated network on the battlefield when necessary, with a level of precision comparable to the complex and orderly interconnection of neurons.

These great mentors were naturally the members of the hero's party who had followed him to defeat the Demon King.

Lionel Abraham, the founder of the Lionheart Knights and known as the Lionheart King by the humans of Oynos, did not remain steadfast in symbolic glory and ceremonial scepters after completing the six-winged angelic procession. Instead, he began to purge the evil spirits of his homeland with his actual will and the rhythm of his attacks.

This place was once the lair of demons and devils—the Tanaris and the Barth—whose last human sacrifice facility was reduced to ashes under the crushing weight of the six-winged angels of repentance.

He took over the land in the name of the Courtyard, thoroughly purging all wills that did not belong to order with the discipline of iron and fire, and transforming Oynos into the Legion's first outpost.

After the Twenty-Four Sacred Forging Project was completely completed, Lionel finally released the seal on the genetic modification technology passed down by his father.

He did not casually bestow this great power upon others, but instead personally constructed a closed neural coding system, extracting and reshaping the first batch of genetic seeds belonging to the Lionheart from his own body.

This seed is not only a legacy of bloodline, but also a translation of will and structure—a primordial fragment peeled from Lionel's spiritual structure, carrying physiological advantages beyond the mortal body and near-miraculous adaptability. After genetic injection, it can endow the recipient with strong physical resistance, outstanding environmental adaptability, and a natural repulsion against spiritual corruption.

Penitents, reshaped through genetic infusion, possess exceptional perception, enabling them to detect the vibrations of hostility in the darkness of a battlefield and even instinctively discern the polluted aura emanating from the abyss.

Their neuronal responses are reconstructed to the sub-second level, enabling them to accurately judge their opponent's weaknesses and gaps in armor while moving at high speed, and end the conflict with swordsmanship; their flesh and blood have a powerful self-healing ability, and even in the state of blood loss, limb amputation, and bone shattering, they can recover basic combat capabilities in a short time.

This is Lionheart's gift, Lionel's answer to war after dissecting himself.

But every blessing comes with a price.

Deep within the genetic seed lies an invisible spark, known as the Seed of Pride.

This is a deliberately designed flaw, stemming from Lionel's deepest essence rooted in chaos—that unparalleled clarity of his own power and his unwavering commitment to justice.

The mimic Xia Xiu analyzed the backdoor left by Chaos, and it was likely left intentionally by Sha Lishi, or Sha Weng.

This trait doesn't manifest immediately, but once soldiers grow up in an environment of continuous victories and excessive trust in their own judgment, that innate arrogance will gradually develop.

They began to understand order as their code of conduct and to transform redemption into an obligation that superseded everything else—they were silent, resolute, and ruthless, often more difficult to communicate with than their enemies.

They looked down on those chapters that had not completed the baptism of atonement, doubted the loyalty of other legions to their faith, and even felt repulsed by the chaotic actions of others.

The ultimate form of this rejection is "falling from heaven".

Lionheart and Fenrir the wolf both encountered the same genetic defect problem.

Because this problem is attached to the will of the four Lords of Chaos, even Xia Xiu would find it difficult to completely eradicate at this stage. Therefore, the sons of Abraham can only take preventative measures.

Xia Xiu always left the authority to deal with those with genetic defects to the sons of Abraham.

Fenrir chose tribal exile, while Lionel chose to create a [Silent Register]...

The Lionheart's choice was... to purge all the impure from the list.

From this point alone, Xia Xiu, as the father, could already see the difference between Fenrir and Lionel—Fenrir, who was raised by wild wolves, had more humanity, while Lionel, who was taught by the Order of the Knights, was somewhat cold-hearted.

The elderly father simply watched silently as his two children made different choices, choosing not to interfere.

After all, he still had many things to deal with, the most recent being the all-out war against the Gray Wilderness and the Olympian pantheon.

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The headquarters of the Angels of Repentance.

At this moment, the base of the Angel of Repentance is taking shape. Steel sanctuaries stand amidst the gray sandstorm, heavy mechs are displayed silently, and six-winged emblems hang high on the cast iron walls, fluttering in the wind, as if proclaiming that this dead land belongs to the sacred decree of the Lionheart Lord.

Inside the main hall, light and shadow are precisely cut by well-structured projected runes, creating a semi-circular corridor atmosphere resembling a courtyard council chamber.

Above him sat Lionel Abraham, the Lord of the Angels of Penance, his expression serene, his face as hard as iron, like a silent fortress.

The guests opposite were important figures from different systems.

General Valdason Broly, commander of the Imperial Guard, and John K. Hanks, second president of the Eddie Federal Savings Bank.

John's gaze swept over Lionel. In the Lionheart's campaign to purge Oynos, federal intelligence agencies, especially some of the FBI's undercover agents, had also been involved.

This was certainly not out of good intentions, but because Hugh Abraham had signed the cooperation agreement.

Moreover, the Federation urgently needs to understand what these suddenly appearing sons of Abraham really are.

“I must admit,” John finally spoke, his tone steady and slow, with the politeness and power characteristic of federal bureaucrats, “that the efficiency, discipline, and stability of the Penitent Angels’ conquests are exemplary throughout Terra. Especially in the chaotic, stagnant region of Oynos, to have established such order to this extent… Your Legion is truly admirable.”

As the crowned second bank manager, he lived up to his reputation as a seasoned veteran of extraordinary capitalism, displaying all the etiquette expected of a capitalist bureaucrat even when facing Lionel, who was a level below him.

The second-in-command paused, his gaze shifting from Lionel to Broly, who sat silently beside him.

“Our Federation has always been the most steadfast partner of the Heavenly Order. Now that the overall situation is settled, shouldn’t we… formally put the arrangements for the next phase on the agenda?”

His gaze shifted slightly, his tone changed, and his smile carried a hint of urging:

"For example, should we begin preparations for Commander Broly's coronation? Also... regarding the all-out confrontation with the Olympian pantheon, has Your Majesty's father already formulated a timetable for action?"

Clearly, the Edisi Federation is eager to unleash the Olympus pantheon's gold coins.

Lionel did not answer immediately.

He turned his head and glanced at Broly.

The commander of the Imperial Guard turned his neck slightly, glanced at Lionel with a deep and sharp look, then looked away, leaning back slightly, as if handing the conversation back to the Lionheart with silence—he wouldn't interfere; he was just a henchman.

Lionel nodded slightly. He remained silent for a few moments, but the brief but profound meeting with his father's avatar a few days earlier came to mind.

“I have led most of the Court Legion across the Edge Layer and am approaching the Gray Wilderness. The sweep of the Angels of Repentance is just the prelude; the real hammer… is about to fall.”

These are Xia Xiu's original words, which can be translated as follows: He is bringing all the Sons of Abraham and the Court Legion over, and once everyone is gathered, they can start the dungeon raid.

Lionel lowered his eyes, looking again at John and Broly, his voice low and resonant, like an axe striking a bell, each word echoing:

"Father is preparing to personally visit the border of the Grey Wasteland."

"The Courtyard Legion is fully assembled and will descend upon this place with all its might. In accordance with Father's will, the first phase of the mission is to assist Commander Broly in achieving his crown promotion."

"After that—"

He paused, his gaze like lightning striking the distant void, where the reflection of a golden divine mountain seemed to appear.

"—That is the judgment of Olympus."

Second Bank President John K. Hanks nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the assembled guests, but lingering noticeably longer on Broly. The Federation's higher-ups, of course, wanted to overturn the Olympian pantheon's table now, ruthlessly exploiting them and stripping them of all their value.

However, tactical haste cannot override strategic integrity.

Broly's mission to ascend to the Crown was set in the initial agreement. This commander of the Imperial Guard is the tactical heavyweight in the new Heavenly Kingdom system. Once he enters the Crown sequence, he will be able to confront the divine domain of the Olympian chief god-level units on the future battlefield. This is a decisive force.

“We’ve mentioned this before.” John looked at Broly, his tone calm but with an undeniable sense of urgency. “To complete the acquisition of the Crown Assets, we must complete the corresponding Assassin Trials within the established system… We have selected three information authority heroes who are active at the forefront of divinity.”

He paused, his gaze sharpening, and whispered three familiar names:
"Hercules, Achilles, Hector."

“Our agents have captured the coordinates of their movements in the area where the Spirit Network intersects,” John said slowly. “If you agree, we can now begin the first phase of the hunt.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he abruptly changed the subject:
"but……"

“…Hercules is indeed easy to deal with, but Achilles and Hector…the twelve Olympian gods are always watching behind them.” John’s eyes were as cold as knives. “Once the hunt begins, they will surely receive divine blessings. At that time, it will be almost impossible to complete the assassination without alerting great gods like Zeus and Hera.”

He lowered his voice slightly, his tone heavy:

“Especially Zeus… He has already touched the superficial structure of the great spirit, and some of the authority that originated from the old divine court still remains in his hands. If he sits in the kingdom of the gods and is empowered by the throne of the chief god, we may be at a disadvantage.”

His intentions were now crystal clear:

To begin the hunt, we must be prepared for the worst-case scenario of the Supreme God intervening, and currently, we lack the key beings capable of confronting the "Lord of Great Power".

Shortly after he finished speaking, a voice suddenly came from outside the hall, gentle and deep, yet like the sound of a heavenly drum, instantly stunning the entire room:

“I will deal with Zeus and the other chief gods.”

The source of the voice was naturally Xia Xiu, who was now walking in with Fenrir, who had come from the Garden of Joseph.

Almost instinctively, everyone in the chamber rose and bowed. Lionel stood up, gave a deep bow, and spoke respectfully:

"Father."

As he finished speaking, his gaze unconsciously fell on the young man.

It was that glance.

That moment.

The world trembled slightly, and some invisible echo exploded deep within the soul.

His pupils contracted slightly, and a faint spiritual rhythm lit up his mind, like a long-buried rune that was finally awakened in this time and place.

Fenrir was also looking at him, his expression unchanged, but a subtle confusion appeared between his brows—not wariness, but a sense of familiarity beyond flesh and blood, as if two beings who had never met before had suddenly overlapped in a certain memory structure of his consciousness.

It is a non-material connection, an instantaneous pulse after deep memories in the genetic chain are unlocked, a resonance between fragments of great spirituality.

No one spoke, but they all knew.

They share the same origin.

They are not merely "sons of Abraham," but direct continuations of Xia Xiu's divine fragments. Their existence is, in essence, the imprint of fragmented divinity projected onto reality, two poles attracting each other under the gravitational pull of miracles.

At this moment, they are simply standing together, as if they are part of a grand structure pieced together.

The core of the Courtyard Legion is gathering.

John K. Hanks watched as Xia Xiu entered the main hall, his smile almost impossible to suppress. He seemed to snap back to reality, instantly switching into a "seamless partnership" stance. He stepped forward, respectful, his voice tinged with satisfaction:
"It's good that you've come. With you here, this round of progress can proceed in an orderly manner as originally planned."

This is a heartfelt exclamation; no one can refuse the help of the Heavenly Pact.

Xia Xiu didn't say much, only nodded slightly, casually resting his right hand on his silver cane, and replied with a smile:
"Currently, the Courtyard Fleet has assembled in the Crystal Wall Zone on the outskirts of the Gray Wilderness. Once the main force arrives, along with the arrival of several sons of Abraham who have not yet returned to their places, the next phase can begin."

As his voice fell, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

John K. Hanks offered no objection, but simply bent slightly and whispered:

"All actions are led by you. The Federation can wait, and is willing to wait."

Xia Xiu merely smiled faintly, his fingers lightly tracing the handle of the Heavenly Lever, his gaze piercing through the ethereal light and shadow of the main hall to look beyond the unseen celestial canopy:
"You won't have to wait too long."

At that moment, his gaze pierced through the sealing layer of the spatial structure, crossed the boundary between the consciousness layer and the reality layer, and looked at that place.

Outside the gray wilderness, along the crystal wall belt, the army in the courtyard has already assembled.

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The outer edge of the gray wilderness - the crystal wall boundary layer.

This is the intersection of reality and the Etheric Storm, a stable fault line where EVE particles diffuse, and an important anchor point leading to the various stages of the Gray Wilderness.

The void surged like an abyss, and the embers of stars drifted like scattered sand in the darkness. Beyond that distorted refractive layer, a super fleet was slowly taking shape and approaching.

This naturally refers to the main force of the legion in the upper courtyard, which is the Spear of Judgment that has come from multiple depths of space across countless worlds.

The lead ship, the [Sword of Glory] class heavy cruiser, is three kilometers long and its hull is constructed entirely of a multi-section soul energy frame. Its bridge resembles a floating gothic sanctuary, with a courtyard battle flag hanging atop it.

Thirteen Sword-class frigates, each 1.6 kilometers long, lined up around it for escort.

The main force of the fleet has been deployed—led by the First Son, the Blood Oath Legion, the Wolf Pack, and the interstellar wolves transferred from Joseph Garden.

Within the hull of the Sword of Glory, the three sons of Abraham have gathered.

Lupercal Abraham, the son of the First Prince.

Manun Abraham, the Iron Hand.

Vulcan Abraham, the forger.

As an aside, Manun and Vulcan have not yet formed their own legions because their home worlds are deserted—literally deserted.

In addition, three 3.5-generation Titans have been placed in the main ship's anchorage, awaiting war deployment.

Meanwhile, Jason, the progenitor of the machine, was also inside the flagship. This Titan, who had been brought back by Om Messiah from Crystal Star, was chattering excitedly to the three sons of Abraham about his machine spirit.

Manun and Vulcan were used to Jason's talkativeness, while the First Son thought the Titan was really noisy, but he didn't say much.

As the first son to return to his homeland, having been given the [Gorgon] ring by his father himself, and having spent thirty years with his father in dreams after banishing the cosmic star in Abelio, he must show enough magnanimity in front of his brothers.

To be honest, when the First Son first met Manun and Vulcan, he didn't really like these "brothers" who shared his father's glory and attention.

However, since he was the first son of Abraham, he had to show enough magnanimity to make the other sons of Abraham notice the difference between them and him!

At this moment, in addition to these people, Vice Principal Tulls Corbert, Assassin's Court Leader Vito Antonio (one week), and the Nine Sons of the Imperial Guard were also inside the flagship.

This time, Xia Xiu brought over most of the combat power of the entire courtyard, leaving only the Mechanical Saint to guard the main camp.

At this moment, the chief god of the Olympian pantheon was unaware that a full-scale war against the Gray Wilderness was slowly unfolding.

(End of this chapter)