Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1133 A Love Story of Two Unfortunate Couples

Gray Wilderness - Styx.

As Xia Xiu stated, the Strategic Extraordinary Infiltration Division of the FBI—affiliated with the Seventh Information Group of the EdiCi Federal Security Bureau, nicknamed the Red Light Room—is a special department responsible for recruiting, persuading, and negotiating shareholding agreements with allied, non-enemy, extraordinary individuals.

They are not direct combat agencies, nor are they as decisive in assassinations as the Shadow Division. However, they are like a cold-blooded parasite in a form of capitalism, adept at using a whole set of capitalism language such as transfer of control, authorization of information rights, and subscription of divine visualization shares to slowly corrupt the souls of those extraordinary individuals who still hold onto their beliefs.

The group that appeared before Lupercal and his two companions this time was the Ninth Operations Team of the Red Light Room.

The team was led by a young man wearing a gray modified trench coat and silver-rimmed glasses, codenamed Coven J. Allard, who specializes in hierarchical modeling of authority structures and binding of faith valuations. He once planned the famous "Presidential Kidnapping" with the Federal Delta Force.

Under the direction of the Federal President, the Contract Masters and agents of the Federal Central Intelligence Agency infiltrated the lineage of a small neighboring country near the Federation, assisting the Federal Special Forces in directly kidnapping a lineage leader, who was also the country's president.

At this moment, the two deputies beside the contract master Carwin were Salina Schofield, the anomaly negotiator, and Gauther Roman, the information securitization analyst.

The three men presented Lupercar, Manuen, and Vulcan with an invitation to the IPO of the alternate version of the financial district.

Carwin smiled gently:

“We have analyzed your combat data and historical lineage. The potential of the Court’s commander is extremely rare, making it the most promising asset pool in the world today.”

"Financial Street is willing to provide you with valuation modeling services that embody the spirit of battle, while also opening up mid-term equity transactions, divine compound interest dividends, narrative subsidies, and a series of resource allocations and faith-based incentives after listing."

"You only need to grant 30%... no, 20% of the information authorization."

Lupercal looked at the agents with an unusually dangerous gaze. Manun and Vulcan had just returned and were not yet familiar with the intricacies of Terra's supernatural capital, while the First Son, who had been back for some time, naturally knew what supernatural capital was all about.

His eyes, which seemed to have emerged from the flames of the Apocalypse, stared at the three of them, like a battle axe pressed against their throats, carrying an indescribable pressure and killing intent.

"If it weren't for the fact that Heaven is still maintaining a cooperative attitude with the Federation..."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his body radiating crimson and gold battle scars as if an ancient god were awakening, his aura like a burning altar.

"You are all dead now."

Carwin maintained his smile, though a regretful expression appeared on his face.

"It's a pity. We are currently in the midst of a new round of capital restructuring. If the three of you are willing to join Financial Street, Financial Street will do its best to help you achieve your goals and even help you reach the pinnacle of success."

As Carwin spoke, the First Son of Return's gaze grew increasingly dangerous, and the Contract Master knew that if he said another word, the First Son of Return would tear him apart on the spot.

So they wisely withdrew and stopped talking to the three sons of Abraham about the listing of Financial Street.

Lupercal shifted his gaze away from the still-frightened federal agents and looked into the depths of the gray fog ahead.

In the third layer of the gray wilderness, amidst the mist distorted by the afterglow of mythology and the projection of authority, two tall and oppressive figures stood silently. Although they possessed information about mythology, they were bound by the shackles of pantheon narratives, endlessly repeating the glory and end of the old era, just like the Olympian pantheon.

They are—Achilles and Hector.

These two mortal enemies from mythology are now strangely standing side by side.

Achilles stands on the left, completely naked except for a golden armor formed from divine blood covering half of his body.

He was nearly three meters tall, with golden hair flowing like flames of war. He looked like a statue of a war god forged from rage, with orange-red embers of a storm burning beneath his feet, the echoes of his speed as he swept through the enemy ranks.

His right hand gripped the spear forged by Hephaestus himself, its blade gleaming with a cold light, carrying the power to pierce even divine bones; his left arm was draped with the legendary divine shield, its surface engraved with countless afterimages of the Trojan War, as if the entire Iliad had been compressed into this metal relief.

To his right, Hector stood motionless like a silent city wall.

He was clad in tattered Trojan king's armor, wielding a spear and carrying a round shield, his black hair fluttering silently in the gray wind.

He was not as fiery and dazzling as Achilles; he was simply silent—like a civilization destined to be buried, making its last stand before bowing to fate itself.

His face was calm, but it could not conceal the overwhelming sense of tragic grandeur that he felt.

In mythology, Achilles was the sharpest spear of the Achaean coalition. A demigod with unparalleled courage, he was a symbol of destruction and victory.

In mythology, to make Achilles virtually invulnerable, his mother Thetis immersed him in the River Styx, granting his body mysterious protection.

The only thing she held onto that didn't touch the water was his heel, which became his only weakness, giving rise to the widely circulated proverb "Achilles' heel".

Hector was Troy's last shield, a prophesied figure destined to die in battle, yet he never retreated, never choosing to flee even in the face of death.

Hector had killed Patroclus, Achilles' best friend and the strongest warrior in Achaea, on the battlefield, which enraged Achilles.

Achilles thus returned to the battlefield, determined to find Hector and avenge his friend.

The two engaged in a one-on-one duel outside the city of Troy, with Achilles chasing after Hector and hacking at him until they finally clashed head-on.

Achilles hurled his spear, striking Hector's weak point (the area not covered by armor), a fatal blow that killed Hector instantly.

After killing Hector, Achilles tied his body to his chariot and dragged it around the walls of Troy again and again, venting his anger and humiliating his enemy.

This act greatly aroused the grief of the Trojans and made Hector one of the most tragic heroes in the epic.

The irony and drama now lies in the fact that these two mortal enemies, who once slaughtered each other in mythology, are now forced to guard this place together.

Without the Ivy League Wars, without the tug-of-war with the remnants of the Titans, and without the current high-pressure threat from the Kingdom of Heaven, the Olympian pantheon might indeed have forcibly arranged a repeat of fate, staging another destined showdown to consolidate its mythological authority.

The Olympian pantheon has indeed been pushing for the reenactment of mythology, hoping to gather enough mythological factors to return to Terra and overthrow the Edis Federation, which stole their divinity and destroyed the Olympian pantheon.

However, the current situation forces the Olympian pantheon to suspend the reenactment. In order to deal with the current crisis, they can only order all pantheon members to share their combat power and not to fight among themselves.

Thus, Achilles and Hector, these star-crossed lovers who wished they could kill each other, found themselves strangely on the same side.

However, the hostility in their hearts remained like a sword yet to be drawn.

"Tsk, I never expected that after you dragged my corpse for three days and three nights, I would have to stand on the front line with you today."

Hector stared coldly at Achilles.

Achilles chuckled, casually twirling his spear, causing flames to scorch the Styx River beneath his feet.

"You died too quickly, otherwise I could have dragged it out for another three days."

He stared mockingly at Hector's tattered armor. "Besides, can you even stand now? It's because of Zeus's divinity, not your laughable loyalty."

"At least I've never clung to a man's feet, begging him to let me play."

"At least I didn't make my mother go and beg someone to make me armor."

The two were making out each other's most outrageous jokes; to be honest, if it weren't for the pressure from above, they would have started fighting right now.

Just as they were exchanging barbs, something unexpected happened.

The River Styx suddenly churned, and gray mist, like some kind of out-of-control divine pulse, roared out from the depths of its riverbed.

Then, a shadow imbued with the power of death appeared without warning behind the two. It was Hades's—[Kingdom of the Dead].

The sky over the entire gray wilderness suddenly darkened, and the originally chaotic mist was replaced by a deeper and more oppressive presence.

A gray-white city wall, more than 500 meters long and stretching across the field of vision, rises from the ground, engraved with the names of countless dead, as if recording all the laments that have never been restarted.

A kilometer away, the massive double doors cast in bronze slowly opened. The doors were covered with knife marks, sword marks, and dents left by impacts, traces left by countless "heroes" who tried to break through this place.

However, beneath the gate, a shadowy figure, even more terrifying than the River Styx itself, lurked.

A chilling three-headed dog; it is not a living being, but a layered fear itself.

Each head is pieced together from the wailing souls of thousands of dead people and the half-rotten bodies of supplicants, their twisted cries, screams, and regrets forming its muscles, bones, and nerves.

Under this oppressive atmosphere, Achilles and Hector widened their eyes almost simultaneously.

Their divine core trembled.

Hades' [Realm of the Dead] is actively enveloping them within its domain; this is protection, and Hades is bringing them back to the pantheon of the Olympian pantheon.

The Olympian pantheon is mobilizing them.

Achilles frowned: "...He wants to take us away."

Hector asked uneasily, "What's going on? Why would the chief god suddenly ask us to return to the Pantheon?"

At this moment, Lupercal and his two companions, who were hiding thanks to the miraculous [Presence-weakening Mymogen] bestowed upon them by their father, immediately realized that their father had already killed and put Hercules on the market.

The Olympian pantheon sensed something was wrong, so it began to summon the rare cards in its hand.

Lupercal roared, "—Hold them back!"

Before the words were finished, three beams of light burst out of the mist.

Lupercal, the son of the First Return, struck first, flipping his right palm to connect the psionic spine to the avatar circuit.

A golden divine figure descended from the sky, summoning his avatar—Horus.

With a falcon-like head and eyes that seemed to shimmer with gold and silver, he wore a crown of king serpents, his wings and cloak intertwined like day and night, and held the ancient fire of the gods, a symbol of order. His divinity materialized from the illusory, and he descended from the flames, like an ancient sun king returning to the battlefield, his divine eyes surveying the land.

At almost the same time, Vulcan also completed his avatar link.

The intense heat swept through the air, compressing it into a colossal pillar of molten lava. His avatar rose from the underground lava layer, a war god forged from the mountain and the will of the fire god—[Vulcan].

His muscles were like layers of steel, forged a thousand times, his skin shone with a metallic luster that had not yet cooled, and his eyes burned with an incessant iron fire. It was not rage, but a steady, continuous, and destructive output like a network of volcanoes.

The last figure was Manun.

Compared to his two brothers' divine incarnations, his incarnation appears unusually modern.

【The Steel Skeleton Arrives】

As the mechanical runes were activated, a high-frequency sonic boom suddenly rang out in the air, accompanied by the meshing of gears and the compression of plasma flow.

He raised his right hand high, and a matrix of energy projection rings unfolded behind him, forming his avatar—[Setrans].

Manun's face lit up with excitement. The Setrans had been completed not long ago, and the boy had always wanted to test the performance of this avatar.

He's wanted to pilot a Gundam for a long time!
A steel war god, over eighteen meters tall, is constructed differently from conventional "gods," resembling more of a revolutionary weapon of war.

Its main body is painted in blue, white and silver colors, with faint light emanating from the joints. There is a core power crystal on its chest - that is the solar furnace provided by its father, from which "fantasy particles" left by its father are constantly emerging.

With dual floating vector thrusters mounted on its shoulders, and four pairs of transparent energy blades unfolding on its back, as brilliant as angel wings, yet as sharp as the Grim Reaper's scythe.

The left hand is equipped with a heavy void shield device, while the right arm contains the [High-Sensitivity Solid Blade Zero-Type Slasher], which also features a dual-mode tactical switching system for both long-range particle cannon and close-range heavy cutting.

Manun wasted no time.

He looked up, his eyes burning with golden light illuminated by the illusory particles, and abruptly pushed the communication disc on his left wrist into the tactical track. A communication signal directly connected to the [Courtyard Flagship - Sword of Glory] immediately leaped through the crystal wall and echoed back.

“Cetrans Manun, calling the Courtyard Flagship.”

His voice was calm, firm, and as clear as a blade cutting through metal.

"—Requesting a Titan unit to descend upon the coordinate region."

……

……

A heavy, low-frequency vibration emanated from the lower level of the flagship's bridge, inside the dormant chamber.

Immediately following was a chilling, metallic tone, a blend of iron and fury, brimming with barely concealed excitement:

"Damn it, finally, finally—finally I can go off the field!"

The beautiful language is output from Jason's language module.

"My machine, weighing several thousand tons, is almost rusting from their pressure. The quantum oscillation blade on my left arm is practically growing mushrooms, and the newly installed cannon core on my right arm is itching for a fight!"

"If I don't blow something up, all those hundreds of tons of modules I've maintained will have been for nothing. I'm telling you, Manun, if I don't annihilate those mythical bastards this time, I'll say my name backwards!!"

As he roared, the energy core heated up frantically, and flames erupted throughout the entire dormant chamber, like a raging volcano about to erupt.

[Titan deployment sequence in progress—]

[Titan-class unit deployment list: Jason, Morning Star, Azrigon, Vilsltein]

[Titan-class unit - activation complete.]

[Deployment ship activated, loading complete, thrusters about to break through the crystal barrier.]

The next moment, the crystal wall of the gray wilderness suddenly collapsed.

The four Titan-class units, like steel meteors piercing through mythology, tore through the star field and descended straight down above the River Styx, their roar shaking the entire plane.

Titans have descended!!!

At this moment, the entire Olympian pantheon began to tremble, finally realizing the presence of the Heavenly Kingdom's main force.

Just as they began to take action, a pitch-black sun silently began to block the gates of the Pantheon.

The war between the Heavenly Court and the Olympian pantheon has officially begun!

(End of this chapter)