Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1193 Murder to Silence (Added content, please remember to refresh the page)
After crushing the dwarven fleet, Xia Xiu no longer looked at the still-burning wreckage. His consciousness had withdrawn from the battle and turned to a higher dimension. With a thought, an invisible yet omnipresent pressure spread outward from the core of the fortress and rapidly spread along the spatial structure.

The great spirituality of the Miracle Worker covered the entire Joseph Garden plane in an instant.

In the vision of the berserker hero Arngrim and the battle lady Hera Minaxe, an abnormal sun appeared in the sky.

The sun was pitch black, yet clearer than any other light source; it hung there at the highest level of the seventh level of ether, the intrinsic layer of super ebony.

To look directly at the great spiritual without any cognitive filter is tantamount to suicide.

After Berserker Arngrim stared directly at the [Pitch Black Sun], his cognition began to overload. The moment his consciousness came into contact with that black sun, it was flooded with some kind of unbearable information.

The next moment, his body plummeted from the sky and crashed heavily onto the ground.

"Aaaaaah~ My eyes, my eyes!!"

Arngrim's hands wrung painfully at his eyes, which were now just charred, empty voids. It wasn't just blindness; his ability to see was completely destroyed by the Black Sun.

This damage cannot even be reversed by simple regeneration methods.

On the other side.

Hera Mingfu's reaction was marked by obvious struggle.

She also saw that dark presence, but her instincts and authority reacted immediately.

As a weak deity, she was roughly equivalent to the [Hidden Crown] level. When she observed the scan of the great spirituality, she forcibly constructed an incomplete but sufficiently stable cognitive barrier to block the collapse caused by direct observation.

"Cough cough cough~~"

Hera Minf successfully escaped the casual scrutiny of the great spiritual being, but her heart was filled with fear. If she had looked any longer, she would have lost the very concept of [seeing things], just like Arngrim.

We must get out of here immediately!!!
Without hesitation, Hera Mingfu reached into the storage structure and retrieved the interdimensional teleportation scroll from the god Moradin. Faced with this level of threat, she didn't even try to assess the situation; she simply tore it open as quickly as possible, attempting to escape the area using the spatial passage pre-set by the god.

Click~~~
The moment the scroll shattered, space itself began to warp.

Teleportation – Almost complete.

However, the moment the passage was formed, a twisted ring structure appeared unexpectedly beside her.

That was Xia Xiu's [Möbius strip]. The ownership of the space was directly overwritten at this moment. The original teleportation path pointing to the outside world was forcibly rewritten. She didn't even have time to react before she was swallowed up by that structure.

Hera Mingfu was unaware that her teleportation channel had been intercepted. At this moment, she still clung to a sliver of hope, believing that she could escape from the Golden Tyrant, from the clutches of a [Miracleist].

Soon, her vision snapped, her consciousness briefly lost its weight, the teleportation began, and then she felt herself land again.

"How could the teleportation have been completed so quickly...?"

When Hera Minf opened her eyes again, she was no longer on the path of Joseph's Garden.

She stood in a vast, enclosed space; beneath her feet were extremely complex psionic circuits; all around her were towering structural walls whose tops were too high to be seen at a glance.

Directly in front of her, on the psychic throne, sat the Golden Tyrant, whom she disliked seeing the most. He did not rise, nor did he deliberately release any power.

He simply sat there quietly, his golden pupils exceptionally clear at that moment, the Golden Tyrant looking down at the tiny ants with absolute dominance.

Unlike Emperor Penguin Soros, Hera Minaxe at least has some use, while Hera might genuinely not be able to go home for dinner.

Xia Xiu, on the other hand, seemed to be looking at something interesting.

"Oh, how did Moradin's followers end up in the Garden of Joseph? And with an entire fleet that's practically ramming into the orbit. I thought you were here to help guard the house, but after looking around, it seems like you're planning to change the key to the house while the owner's away."

Hera didn't answer; she didn't even dare to look up. She tried to act like the emperor penguin, pretending not to answer.

Xia Xiu didn't urge her; he simply continued looking at her, his tone slightly toned, yet more direct:
"I've heard that Moradin's side has been making a lot of noise lately, and it seems that the lords of those pantheons in all the heavens and myriad realms are also flirting with your chief god. Did you come here this time simply to make a quick buck, or do you already have a more complete plan? I'm actually quite interested in these things..."

"Tell me everything."

He tilted his head slightly, looked at the silent dwarf, and said:
"Now, you can start speaking."

The moment those words were spoken, the pressure in the space suddenly changed.

The great spirituality, along with the power of the [World Low Orbit Cannon], struck Hera directly, like an invisible mountain pressing down without warning.

Her previously barely maintained standing posture completely lost its support at this moment, and her knees slammed into the ground with almost no cushioning.

She knelt down.

Behind her, the not-yet-fully-solidified illusory crown automatically appeared. It was an unformed halo with obvious ethereal and unstable structures at its edges. Under this suppression, the halo began to emit subtle but clear cracking sounds, like a structure that could not withstand the load, being compressed and deformed little by little.

Her forehead was close to the ground.

It's all a matter of fortune changing.

Not long ago, Hera Minax was still standing on the orbit of Joseph Garden, demanding dimensional access from Arngrim in a condescending manner, and had even begun to plan how to gradually expand her control over this divine realm.

In the blink of an eye, everything she relied on was completely wiped out, and she herself was directly captured by the Golden Tyrant.

She knelt there, her body enduring the full pressure from the great spirituality and the low-orbit cannon.

Xia Xiu could have easily killed her with a single shot from the low-orbit cannon, but he didn't. Instead, he released a small amount of [flood attack] to continuously suppress her, leaving her unable to live or die.

Under the pressure of death, she struggled to lift her head, her forehead barely touching the ground. Her voice was squeezed out of her throat, broken and intermittent, yet carrying an almost instinctive will to survive:

“Your Majesty Abraham…you cannot kill me…if you kill me here, the chief god Moradin will surely know that my divinity and beacon are connected to Him, and once severed, it will be tantamount to a direct declaration of war against the dwarf pantheon.”

"The dwarves have sworn oaths of blood feud since ancient times. The Book of Hatred will engrave your name in the deepest part. At that time, not only our tribe, but all the dwarven gods will regard the Kingdom of Heaven as a mortal enemy."

"And...and it's not just us. The other pantheons in all the realms who are still observing will also reach a consensus because of your actions. They will see you as an unapproachable tyrant and will unite as a result. Even if they were fighting separately before, they will be forced to form an alliance to fight against you..."

Driven by her survival instincts, Hera Mingfu became somewhat incoherent, uttering whatever came to mind in the hopes that the Golden Tyrant would spare her.

“Killing me now would only change the situation in the entire outer plane. If the situation gets out of control prematurely because of me, it wouldn't be the best choice for you or for Heaven. You could spare my life. I can serve as a communication node; I can transmit information; I can…”

She continued, giving one reason after another, some reasonable, some far-fetched, and some even contradictory.

But she didn't care, because all she needed to do now was survive.

Hera's survival instincts are off the charts.

On the throne, Xia Xiu listened quietly to the other's incoherent words. Only after the other had calmed down did he slowly speak:

"You just need to answer the questions I just asked."

Meanwhile, in that unseen dimensional dimension, a structure that had already been locked was slowly tightening—the [Low Orbit World Cannon] hidden within the Great Spirituality.

If Xia Xiu's will were to waver even slightly, a [Flood Attack] would strike directly, erasing her and her divine structure from reality completely.

Hera Mingfu has already gone on and on enough; I've run out of patience.

Sensing the danger of death, the female dwarf finally dared not utter a word of complaint.

“I’ll talk…I’ll talk, I’ll talk…” “The Supreme God has already made contact with other pantheons…not just us, but the powerful pantheons across the myriad realms have all reached a consensus in private. They are preparing to form an alliance against Heaven. Our original mission was to come to the Garden of Joseph to invite Odin to participate in this joint operation. The specific objective is to launch a probing attack on the Courtyard of Heaven for the first time in this alliance…”

"However, en route, we sensed that Odin had led the main force away from the Garden of Joseph, leaving a gap in the defenses of the entire divine realm. The chief god judged this to be an opportunity to exploit, so he temporarily changed the plan, ordering us to enter the Garden of Joseph directly and attempt to take over some dimensional authority... Let's take this place first, and then discuss the subsequent alliance arrangements..."

On the throne, Xia Xiu was speechless after hearing Moradin's outrageous and unpredictable actions.

Dude, you're changing your mind way too fast!

Your Anti-Heavenly Alliance is even worse than a makeshift organization. At least a makeshift organization uses its brain to think things through. Yours is like having your rectum connected to your brain; you make decisions with your buttocks.

He shook his head slightly, suppressing his speechlessness, and then refocused his attention on the main point.

Which pantheons have formed alliances with you?

The problem was simple, but to Hera Minfur, it was more deadly than anything she had just experienced.

If she were to speak out, she would be a traitor.

If she doesn't speak, she won't live to see the next moment.

After much hesitation, she tentatively decided to reveal only a small amount of information:
"Everyone who participated in this meeting..."

She was halfway through her sentence when she suddenly stopped, not because of hesitation, but because she was abruptly cut off.

Xia Xiu, sitting on the throne, frowned almost simultaneously.

He didn't look at Hera, but instead projected his perception into a deeper level.

Within the flowing structure of the Etheric Ocean, multiple unfamiliar yet powerful spiritual forces are rapidly locking onto the existence node of Hera Mingfu along a pre-set path.

This is not a normal connection, but a forbidden trigger mechanism buried within her. If she tries to reveal crucial information, these spiritual entities will descend along this path and completely erase her.

Among them, one was the clearest and the heaviest: the will of his old acquaintance, Moradin.

He did not descend completely; he merely poured destructive power into the connection, attempting to extinguish the source before the information was leaked.

If it is in a normal space.

This strike—is complete.

But this is inside Blackrock Fortress.

That distorted stance forcibly weakened and deflected the arrival of these great spiritual beings, causing the power that was originally enough to instantly annihilate the target to be reduced layer by layer, becoming no longer absolute.

The problem lies in the quantity.

More than one.

Several great spiritual forces, triggered simultaneously, even if weakened, are still enough to deliver a fatal blow when combined.

Finally, four great spiritual beings rushed toward the female dwarf.

Xia Xiu did not hesitate.

His reaction was faster than that of the great spiritual beings.

Even more directly.

The [Low Orbit World Cannon] hidden within the great spirituality has relocked at this moment, its target no longer just Hera, but rather, following that connection, tracing back to the source.

next moment.

[Low Orbit World Cannon - Flood Attack]

The terrifying information flowed upstream along the ether, like an annihilating tide covering the information plane, precisely striking those great spiritual beings that were descending, especially the one from Moradin.

At this moment.

Xia Xiu's great spirituality VS the great spirituality of the four realms and myriad worlds.

The two sides' [flood attacks] collided with each other.

When information flow is amplified infinitely, paths are simultaneously filled, and nodes are continuously impacted, the originally stable structure will lose its scheduling ability in an instant. The flood attack at this moment is an extraordinary manifestation of this mechanism.

Those great spiritual entities attempted to maintain their structure, constantly increasing information bandwidth, strengthening connections, and even actively splitting off substructures to absorb the impact.

Xia Xiu had more than one point in time.

The multiple [Miracle Wedges] within his body were operating simultaneously at this moment. Each wedge was like an independent source, providing support from different dimensions at the same time, making the flood no longer a single-source impact, but a multi-core parallel system.

The four great spiritual beings were utterly routed by Xia Xiu.

More importantly, Xia Xiu not only has more nodes than them, but his level is also higher.

Those great spiritual beings that cross over are only [low-orbit world cannons].

He possessed the [World Bubble] and the [High Orbit World Cannon], so when the flood truly collided with those spiritual entities, the outcome was almost predetermined.

Especially—Moradin.

He was Xia Xiu's primary target, and his high-orbit cannon directly followed the connection of Moradin to lock onto its intrinsic position in the opposite direction.

Then, they blasted it directly at his core.

For an instant.

That will trembled violently.

Even across the gap of dimensions and levels, the impact is still real.

The other three great spiritual entities were also suppressed to their limits. Their structures continued to disintegrate in the flood, and even began to break. But even so, they did not retreat.

Instead of fully exploiting its inherent weaknesses, it forcefully squeezed out the last remaining force, completely detonating the taboo that had long been buried within Hera's body.

"Do not……"

Hera Mingfu also sensed that her own god was planning to kill her to silence her, and she let out a desperate wail.

The next instant, her [virtual crown] shattered, and her entire soul and consciousness were erased.

After completing this attack, the several great spiritual entities that had crossed over finally could not withstand the high-intensity collision. Their connection was completely severed, their structures collapsed one after another during the convergence process, their intrinsic nature was damaged to varying degrees, and they were even unable to make similar crossings again for a short period of time.

Especially Moradin, who is the focus of Xia Xiu's attention, is probably feeling very bad right now.

However, they had already achieved their goal: the intelligence about the Anti-Heavenly Kingdom Alliance had not been completely exposed.

On the throne, Xia Xiu slowly withdrew his great spirituality. He looked at the empty shell below, his expression unchanged.

"Anti-Kingdom Alliance, huh, looks like there are quite a few of them..."