Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1191 The Dwarven Pantheon Taking Advantage of the Situation

On the throne, Xia Xiu's consciousness had already achieved a preliminary connection with the entire Blackrock Fortress. The massive structure unfolded deep within his mind, like a star system forcibly compressed into his consciousness, and he sat in the very center, becoming the "anchor point" for all of that operation.

He did not get up, but merely raised his gaze slightly to look at the high priest not far away.

"Now that the basic permissions have been granted, let's also open the Spirit Race's network channel so I can use it. I need to take Blackrock Fortress out of here and return to the myriad worlds."

He paused for a moment, then added the coordinates.

"Coordinates - Garden of Joseph".

The high priest looked at him and did not refuse.

In her opinion, there was no point in leaving Blackrock Fortress in the Gothic Sector.

Although the fortress has been reactivated, it is still in a state of "incomplete repair". Many core functions have not yet been restored, especially the outer armament and some firepower systems, which require a lot of resources to reconstruct and calibrate.

The Eldar currently lack the energy and the unified will to accomplish this task.

Rather than letting the fortress sit idle and waste time, it would be better to let the Celestial Kingdom take over and use their resources to complete the repairs. Given that the Eldar would ultimately retain control, this arrangement would essentially be the option that maximizes benefits.

The high priest raised his hand.

Her fingertips traced lightly through the air, and a complex and intricate structure unfolded in the void. It was not a simple portal, but a multi-layered nested spatial network node, which gradually unfolded as she inputted her psionic energy.

Network access permissions were accessed.

The core circuitry of the entire Blackrock Fortress responded synchronously at this moment.

At the same time, deep within Xia Xiu's consciousness, feedback from the think tank resounded.

[External high-dimensional channel access detected]

[Channel Type: Eldar Web Channel]

[Authorization source verification - passed]

[Coordinates locked: Garden of Joseph]

[Spatial Warp is Ready to Be Launched]

[Master node confirmation in progress...]

[Fleet synchronization request has been received]

[Courtyard Fleet Signal Matching Completed]

[Stability assessment of the foldback channel: Good]

[Countdown begins—]

The moment the network unfolds is not just the opening of a channel.

In Xia Xiu's perception, it was more like a whole network of structures covering reality that had been dragged from the hidden layer to the observable level.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

The great spirituality extended outward along the opened network, completing a high-dimensional sweep in a very short time. What it saw was not a path, but an entire system of interconnected and crisscrossing channels—a network that spanned the entire galaxy.

Countless nodes float between the ether and reality. Each node corresponds to the position coordinates of a star system. They are connected by a stable spatial structure, forming a transmission system that covers almost the entire Milky Way.

The number is so large that it cannot be counted using conventional methods. The coordinates of hundreds of billions of star systems are incorporated into this structure, although some of the networks look dilapidated and are full of danger.

It seems that the Eldar's network is not without damage either. However, one point that he is particularly concerned about now is that in this dense network of nodes, which is like a star map, he can even clearly spot a familiar location—Terra.

The solar system is also within the Eldar's web, and although this path is also dilapidated, the Eldar can still project their forces to Terra through this web.

Xia Xiu's gaze remained unchanged.

But his mind had already quickly made a judgment.

The sheer scale of this network system itself demonstrates one thing—the level of civilization once mastered by the Eldar far exceeded the current comprehension of humankind.

In contrast, according to the most basic classification of civilizations, humanity on Terra has not even reached the standard of a Level 1 civilization.

But this is only the surface.

Because Terra was never a normal planetary civilization.

It's a monster room.

Superhumans of various lineages, inexplicable black-box technology, and anomalous structures suppressed beneath the surface are all piled up on the same planet, but the Crystal Sky and multiple rules lock it down, forcibly suppressing all of this to an extremely low stage of development.

But this suppression will be lifted once it is lifted.

The outcome was predictable.

Xia Xiu could reach a conclusion almost without any deduction.

With resources and technology released, Terra's human civilization will complete the leap in an extremely accelerated manner, crossing the threshold of stellar civilization in a very short time, and rapidly expanding outwards by relying on the existing STC template and ether travel technology.

Because of this.

Only the Eldar would choose to make contact at this juncture.

From his perspective, this behavior itself has a dual meaning—it is both cooperation and advance planning.

They do indeed have a common enemy.

However, this does not mean that there is no potential competition between the two parties.

The relationship between a civilization that once covered the galaxy and an abnormal civilization that was suppressed at the planetary level but could erupt at any time is never simple.

To some extent, the Heavenly Kingdom's human supremacy and the Eldar's Silver Sea hegemony are equally arrogant.

The Eldar were the overlords who ruled the universe in the past, so they naturally looked down on all new civilizations with an old-fashioned mentality.

Humanity, on the other hand, has the potential to become the dominant force. Although it is still a planetary civilization, it has already crushed countless natural disasters and anomalies. In their eyes, those who want to invade Terra are just cosmic bumpkins.

The Eldar looked down on all new civilizations, including the younger ones, without discrimination, while the younger humans saw everyone as a cosmic country bumpkin.

Humans and Eldar inherently have racial and ideological conflicts.

For Xia Xiu, the Spirit Race requires both cooperation and vigilance.

His expression remained calm as he withdrew his attention from the network structure, his great spirituality spreading outwards, crossing Blackrock Fortress and connecting directly to the outer courtyard fleet.

"The entire fleet enters warp-in preparation mode, locks onto the current network channel, maintains formation synchronization, and will immediately begin transmission upon receiving the master control signal."

His will unfolded within the fleet.

Five powerful consciousnesses responded immediately. Apart from the First Son who was still unconscious, Fenrir, Lionel, Manun, Vulcan, and Magus all felt their father's command.

Without asking any further questions, they quickly issued orders from their respective bridges.

The next moment, the entire courtyard fleet simultaneously entered warp-ready mode.

Meanwhile, Blackrock Fortress had already set its sights on the network that spanned the galaxy.

The moment Blackrock Fortress locked in, the entire behemoth made no unnecessary movements; it began to withdraw from the area.

The entire fortress was removed from the current dimension, leaving only a slightly distorted spatial structure for a moment, and the star sector background that quickly returned to calm.

The courtyard fleet followed closely behind.

Thirty-six ships completed their docking at the same time, without any trailing or deviation. All units were lifted together as if by the same invisible hand and neatly embedded into the network channel. In an instant, the Gothic sector, which had been filled with the flames of war, returned to deathly silence.

…… ……

The Garden of Joseph, the seventeenth outer plane.

After Odin led the gods away, this once glorious divine realm did not immediately fall into chaos; on the contrary, it retained the inertia of order.

The Sky Garden still floats above the plane, the radiance of the Golden Palace has not been extinguished, and the divine servants, heroic spirits, and subordinate races that have not yet left are still maintaining basic operations. They are waiting, believing, and supported by some unshaken belief, continuing to fulfill their respective duties.

They believed that the God-King would bring it back.

But this wait didn't last long, because new visitors soon appeared outside the crystal wall.

A warning has been issued.

Then it was ignored, and then the crystal wall was broken through.

The fleet of the dwarven pantheon entered the orbital plane of the Garden of Joseph.

The first to appear were three main fortress ships.

They are enormous and heavy, each nearly two kilometers long, but they don’t feel like ships. Instead, they look more like mountain structures cut off as a whole. Their heavy outlines and layered armor make them look more like mobile fortresses.

Following these three main ships were eight slightly smaller mining ships.

These ships, distributed on both sides of the orbit, have a more complex structure and carry a large number of external modules. Supply bins, smelting units, and tactical delivery platforms are all exposed, resembling mobile industrial nodes. As soon as they enter the orbit, they begin to build the battlefield resource chain.

The outer defense line consists of twelve frigates.

These ships are significantly smaller in size, but have a compact layout. Dense detection arrays and weapon nodes are distributed throughout the ship, forming a continuously operating monitoring network that constantly patrols the edge of the orbit, enveloping the entire fleet in a layer of dynamic protection.

On the outermost edge, the four most streamlined raiding ships had broken away from the main formation and began advancing toward the key nodes of the Joseph Garden crystal wall.

At this moment, the three dwarven capital ships, which pressed into the orbit like mountains, had completed their initial positioning. Just as the fleet formation was still being adjusted, an extremely violent aura soared into the sky from the direction of the Golden Palace.

This man's name was Arngrim.

One of the few remaining combat heroes in the Garden of Joseph who still possesses commanding power, with dominance-level combat strength, known for his purest will to fight and plunder. He is the kind of person who can tear open the battle lines on the battlefield single-handedly, leading his legion in a frontal charge, a king who trades blood for blood.

Behind him, twelve equally violent figures followed closely.

Those were his twelve sons.

These warriors, who also inherited the blood of berserker and plunderer, each possess combat power approaching the level of a ruler. They disregard formations and strategies, believing only in one thing—to tear the enemy apart before they even understand the battlefield.

Thirteen figures, like a sharp blade tearing through the sky, rushed directly into the orbital layer.

In a very short time, they approached the forefront of the dwarven fleet, stopping directly in front of the three capital ships, confronting each other across the void.

Arngrim hovered at the very front.

He didn't deliberately release his pressure, but the battle intent that was concentrated to the extreme already constituted oppression. His gaze was fixed on the flagship in the center, and his voice exploded in the space:

"Moradin's Descendants Fleet, you dared to forcibly break through the crystal wall of Joseph Garden without even the most basic notification, and even directly pushed your capital ships into our core orbit. This behavior can be considered an act of invasion."

He leaned forward slightly, his tone suddenly becoming more forceful.

"Aren't you afraid of incurring the wrath of the Lord of the Golden Palace?!"

He paused for a moment, his gaze growing even colder.

"Aren't you afraid of angering Odin?"

The dwarven fleet did not respond immediately after these words were spoken.

After a brief silence, a structural window slowly opened on the outer armor of the central flagship.

A figure emerged from inside the ship.

What emerged was Haela Brightaxe, a minor deity in the dwarven pantheon.

Her divine duties are berserker, monster hunter, and melee fighter. Her holy symbol is a battle axe with sparks. She is the guardian of dwarven berserkers and warriors who hunt monsters such as trolls/orcs, and is known for her warlike nature and extreme bravery.

Alternative name: Lady of Strife

Her physique was completely different from that of a typical dwarf.

At 1.8 meters tall, she was already unusual among dwarves, and her physique was completely geared towards combat, with firm and thick muscles, every inch of her strength clearly visible. Her long hair and beard were also silver-white, neatly braided, swaying slightly in the dim light.

Yes, this dwarf woman has a beard.

She wasn't carrying any complicated equipment, just a battle axe in her hand, but that axe itself was enough to say everything.

Her gaze fell on Arngrim, neither avoiding it nor deliberately lowering her stance, but responding in a very direct manner:

"Your words are quite harsh, but I'm more curious about something else—when the pantheons of all the heavens and the myriad realms gathered together to discuss how to deal with those increasingly restless beings, your God-King disappeared without even leaving a reply."

She gently raised the battle axe in her hand.

His tone was neither hurried nor slow.

"So, what do you think the other pantheons should think in this situation?"

“We came to check the situation and make sure there was no problem with the Garden of Joseph. It’s not your place to interfere with this kind of thing.”

Her gaze swept over the twelve berserkers.

"not to mention--"

She narrowed her eyes slightly, her tone becoming noticeably sharp.

"If there really is no problem with Joseph Garden, then isn't your current reaction a bit too tense?"

Yes, the dwarven pantheon is taking advantage of the situation, bullying the Garden of Joseph because there are no "adults".

This is the true nature of these so-called pantheons in all the heavens and myriad realms.

Even though the Heavenly Court has descended three layers of outer planes, tearing open gaps in the originally stable order, these gods, who should have united to deal with external enemies, are still scheming in their respective domains how to get a share of the chaos.

Instead of thinking about how to deal with the Kingdom of Heaven, or considering the deeper threats, they only focused on the piece of fat meat in front of them that had not yet been fully occupied.

With Odin absent, all the major deities have been deployed, leaving a gap in the plane's defenses.

In their eyes, these three points are enough to constitute an "opportunity".

As for Odin's rage after his return?

That happened later.

From the perspective of the dwarven pantheon, this matter was not even considered reckless, but rather a "good deal" after a rough assessment.

If they can quickly penetrate the core structure of Joseph Garden and obtain partial dimensional access, even if it's just the lowest level of anchoring control, they will already have leverage in negotiations.

Even if Odin returns, they can shamelessly claim it's "joint defense," and they might even use this opportunity to extort some protection money from Odin.

The dwarven pantheon had done this before, and it always worked. To avoid disputes and unnecessary wars, the pantheon leaders who were disgusted by it would give them some protection money and tell them to get as far away as possible.

Arngrim watched all of this. He wasn't stupid; the moment Hera spoke, he had already seen through her intentions completely.

It was precisely because he saw through it that his anger truly flared up; it wasn't just simple rage, but a disgust for stupidity.

"You guys know how to talk, turning looting into patrolling."

The berserker hero was amused and exasperated by the dwarven pantheon's "godlike maneuver".

The God-King was right. All the major pantheons in the myriad realms are a bunch of fools. Expecting them to unite against the Heavenly Kingdom is no different from waiting to die.