Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1253 The Curtain Falls
With the collective transformation of the Wowu disciples into that burning sphere of light by the High Priest, this game of interference from the upper-level narrative civilization that took place within the Red Scar finally came to an end.

Inside Blackrock Fortress, on the platinum table in front of the Psionic Throne, the black hole that was once so large it resembled a red eye has vanished. Only a small orb of light, enveloped in the flames of [Panglaus], remains suspended at the edge of the mortal realm. The screams, roars, and sounds of civilization collapsing within have been compressed into faint spots of light.

Both Roger and Killman witnessed this shocking scene.

Killian's face was grim. He didn't speak, but subconsciously clenched his fists.

For him, the thought that a civilization had given its fleet, its people, its industry, and its future to the supreme God it believed in, only to meet such a tragic end, filled him with anger and sorrow.

The sacrifice of the Starshine Court was so insignificant that the Supreme God who decided their fate never once looked down upon them.

Luo Jia was more shocked, as he was essentially a religious fanatic.

He established the covenant in the red scars, united countless people through the Word, and witnessed firsthand how faith transformed impoverished tribes into empires, gave wanderers names, and made people willing to go to war for a future yet to be reached.

He actually showed signs of vaguely deifying Xia Xiu, and he even planned to build a statue of his father in the 777 world, transforming his capital into a perfect city full of devout faith.

However, looking at the actions of the High Priest of the Spirit Race, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Faith can make a civilization stand up, but it can also make a civilization kneel and walk into the slaughterhouse.

Xia Xiu looked at the two children's expressions and tapped the armrest of the Psionic Throne.

"You two, remember this moment."

"There is never a savior who will inevitably come, and you should not entrust your fate to gods or emperors... So-called gods and supreme gods are essentially just beings who possess higher-dimensional power, more information, and greater authority to interfere."

Xia Xiu looked at the small ball of light that was still burning.

"So you can understand faith, use faith, and respect people's choice to cling to faith in despair, but never treat faith as the final answer."

As he said this, his gaze fell on Luo Jia.

“Luo Jia, if faith cannot make people stand up, then it is just a prettier chain.”

"If you are to spread the holy word in the future, remember that what is truly worth passing on should give people the power to choose, take responsibility, and resist, rather than letting people put their necks into the noose handed to them by the gods."

Luo Jia remained silent for a moment, then slowly lowered his head.

“I understand, Father.”

Just as everything was gradually calming down, a ring of purplish-black light suddenly appeared around the edge of the remaining red scar.

The radiance was unstable, as if it had been burned by flames, or as if it had been crushed by some kind of rule and then forcibly pieced back together. Dozens of broken door knockers unfolded one after another, and behind the door knockers, a three-eyed purple-skinned figure staggered out of the edge of the mortal world.

The Winged Emperor finally revealed himself.

He was now so disheveled that his former composure was almost unrecognizable. Half of his magnificent Winged Dynasty robe was burned off, his purple skin was covered with golden and red flame marks, the gate pattern around his third eye on his forehead was broken into several pieces, and the pair of wings behind him, which were made of great spirituality, were also incomplete, with black smoke still rising from the edges after being scorched by the flames of [Panglaus].

He finally broke free from the entanglement of the Red Scar and the remnants of the two supreme divine structures, but the price of this break was clearly not small.

When the Eldar High Priestess Faira Ontius saw him appear, a cold smile immediately appeared on his lips.

"Isn't this the Winged Emperor of the Men Empire?"

She held the scepter, a purple-silver aura flowing slowly across its head, her tone like that of an ancient cosmic ruler watching a junior who had finally fallen down the steps.

"It's been a while since we last met. How did you end up in such a sorry state, Lord Setek? I thought the speed and unpredictability of the Winged Dynasty would at least allow you to escape with some dignity."

Upon hearing Farah Antius's sarcasm, the third eye on the Emperor's forehead contracted sharply, and his tattered wings unfurled behind him, with a purplish-black aura spreading out from beneath his feet to form a broken ring.

"Antieus, is this all the Second Otto has left to do? A bunch of old bastards who have survived to this day by virtue of their ancestors, do you even deserve to talk about dignity in front of me?"

With a wave of his hand, dozens of inverted door rings opened simultaneously, and purple light blades that cut through space shot out from behind the doors, crisscrossing and slashing towards the direction where Farah Antius was located.

Farah Antius's smile turned cold.

She gently tapped the void with her scepter, and six pitch-black spheres slowly appeared around her.

The six black spheres had no luster, their surfaces seemingly swallowing all the starlight around them. As soon as they appeared, the spatial scale outside the Blackrock Fortress was compressed slightly, and even the portal ring opened by the Winged Emperor experienced a brief imbalance.

The first black ball collided with the purple light blade, causing a tremor that directly amplified the Winged Emperor's spatial slash into a physical structure. It then crushed the blade into a sharp shard of crystal, which rolled back towards him.

The second black ball approached the door ring from the side, cleanly erasing the space it passed through. Before several doorways could fully unfold, half of the door frame was sheared off, and the folded channel connected behind the door collapsed into a dead end on the spot.

The Winged Emperor snorted coldly, his third eye lighting up as he tried to predict the High Priest's next move using the method. However, the third black ball was already hovering in his hostile path, like an invisible hunting dog, specifically targeting the point where his killing intent was strongest.

The fourth black ball pressed down on his mental layer.

At the same time, the cries of countless dead from the Starshine Court, the alarms when the Hecate Gate was sealed, and the cracking sound of the red scar rejecting him echoed in the Emperor's ears. These sounds were like needles piercing the gaps in his mind, causing his calculations of the path to be momentarily delayed.

"A trivial skill!"

The Winged Emperor forcibly stabilized his great spirituality, and his third eye on his forehead emitted a purple-black beam of light, attempting to deflect the six black spheres at once.

The fifth black sphere pressed down at this moment, the causal lines were rearranged, and the beam of light that was supposed to hit the black sphere was deflected by half an inch, grazing the edge of Farah Antius's scepter and blasting into the empty space.

The sixth black ball then sank into the void.

Time seemed to slow down around the Winged Emperor.

That shot was potentially fatal.

The Eldar High Priest flashed away, retreating to a distance. The six black spheres, like six black planets orbiting their prey, trapped the Winged Emperor in the middle.

Just then, the main cannon above Blackrock Fortress lit up.

Xia Xiu sat on the psionic throne, lightly tapping the armrest with his fingertips, his tone as relaxed as if he were reminding his own cannon not to fall asleep.

"Witch's Eye, lock onto that purple-skinned, red-eyed chicken."

A deep rumble echoed from the depths of Blackrock Fortress. The main cannon's structure unfolded layer by layer, and black-gold energy converged along the internal circuits of the cannon. The massive muzzle was aimed at the void where the Winged Emperor was located.

The great spirituality and EVE particles within Xia Xiu's body are burning wildly.

In the next instant, the Annihilation Strike tore through the sea of ​​stars and pressed down directly.

The Winged Emperor's expression changed drastically.

He had barely managed to escape the encirclement of six black spheres when he was met with the main cannon of Blackstone Fortress firing directly at him. In his haste, his third eye on his forehead opened fully, and all the portal rings beneath his feet simultaneously went upside down, forming a layered, purplish-black portal temple. 【Domain Deployment - Upside-Down Secret Gate—!】

The void was flipped into an upside-down kingdom of gates.

Countless doors hung from the ceiling, beneath his feet, to his left and right, and behind him. Each door led to a folded space at different angles, distances, and phases. Once an attack entered the domain, it would be diverted by these secret doors until it completely lost its original direction and lethality.

At the same time, a gray-purple world bubbled up behind him.

【World Bubble: The Exile—!】

That world bubble was like an isolated island expelled from all realms, with "untouchable" information laws flowing within it. The Winged Emperor's [information that is impervious to all laws] was further elevated, and even the destruction at the level of miracles had to pass through this exiled information barrier before it could truly reach him.

boom--!!!
The Witch's Eye's main cannon crashed into the [Upside-Down Secret Door].

Tens of thousands of portals shattered in the barrage of cannon fire, folded spaces were pierced layer by layer, the Gate Temple began to collapse from the outermost layer, purplish-black fragments swirled into a storm, and the [World Bubble - The Exiled] behind the Winged Emperor was also pressed inward by the cannon fire.

Farah Antius had long since retreated far away, and the six black balls had returned to her side.

The cannon fire lasted for several breaths before finally dissipating.

The Winged Emperor still stood in the void.

His robes were burned even more tattered, and only a few broken feathers remained of his spiritual wings. Most of the inverted secret gate in his domain collapsed, and the surface of [World Bubble - The Exiled] was covered with cracks. Yet, he did withstand the attack from Blackrock Fortress.

However, his third eye doesn't look to be in good condition.

Its eye was as red as if it had just been plunged into chili water, with purplish-black blood constantly seeping from the corner of its eye, and it twitched uncontrollably twice.

The Winged Emperor slowly raised his head, forcing a proud smile onto his lips.

"That's all there is to it."

That's a really sophisticated statement... If you ignore the fact that his forehead is bleeding and his third eye is blinking like he has conjunctivitis, the effect might be even better.

On the psychic throne of Blackrock Fortress, Xia Xiu looked at the Winged Archmage's forced composure and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He raised his hand to support his cheek, and his great spirituality spread out along the outer communication array of Blackrock Fortress. His voice landed directly in the ears of the Winged Emperor, carrying a kind of ease that could almost make a person vomit blood.

"Is that so? Then let's fire another shot."

Xia Xiu looked at him with a smile, his fingertip lightly tapping the armrest of the throne.

"Don't worry, I can still fire two more shots. If you can withstand the next two [Witch's Eye] shots that don't even deal 10% of your damage, then I'll admit you're amazing."

A deep rumble echoed once more from the depths of Blackrock Fortress.

The main cannon structure of [Witch's Eye] lit up layer by layer, and black and gold energy re-converged along the deep circuit inside the cannon. The moment the void was locked by the cannon muzzle, the third eye of the Winged Emperor, which was still bleeding, twitched violently.

He couldn't keep up the act any longer.

His earlier remark, "That's all there is to it," had already exhausted his last shred of dignity. If Blackrock Fortress were to unleash two more volleys, not only would his so-called imperial majesty be gone, but his [World Bubble - The Exiled] might be blasted to pieces.

Hugh Abraham!

The Winged Emperor roared, forcibly opening his third eye on his forehead. A purplish-black light burst forth from his eye socket, and the tattered wings behind him tore open an extremely deep, ancient, and dark door.

Behind that door appeared a library that defied normal spatial comprehension.

The bookshelves were stacked like mountains, and the corridor stretched to the far end of the road. Countless lights hung in the darkness, and the sounds of pages turning, footsteps, whispers, and snake scales rubbing against the world's outer shell all came from behind the door.

That is—[the Library of the Exiled].

An endless repository of books, celebrated by the forgotten, the exiles, the seekers of knowledge, and the lost souls, not situated on any planet or plane, but perched on the back of a supreme divine serpent, carried by a colossal serpent whose length, volume, dimension, and orientation cannot be measured, and which roams beyond all realms.

The moment Xia Xiu sensed that supreme divinity emanating from the gate, his brow furrowed slightly.

"Tsk."

He raised his hand and directly deactivated the main cannon of Blackrock Fortress, which was charging.

The muzzle of [Witch's Eye] slowly closed, and the black and gold energy retreated back to the core along the cannon's circuit. The death lock that had been pressing down on the Winged Emperor was also removed at this moment.

The snake looked over in the next instant.

Behind the gate, two eyes, as bright as stars, shone from the depths of darkness.

Those eyes spanned countless layers of space above the library, their scales flowing with words, paths, secrets, and the footprints left by the exiles. With just a slight lowering of their gaze, they made the entire void crease like pages bent under the weight of ancient knowledge.

The giant serpent's will spread out along the path.

The sound was extremely low, yet it was like countless pages turning at the same time, or like an ancient river flowing from the edge of the world.

"Heaven..."

He only said those two words.

But there was a clear sense of apprehension in those two words.

This serpent clearly recognized Heaven, and also the things behind Heaven that forced even the highest beings of all realms to keep their distance. It neither continued to gaze upon Xia Xiu, nor allowed the doors of the [Library of the Exiled] to remain open.

The next moment, the supreme divinity descended like a giant serpent scale curtain, completely enveloping the disheveled Winged Emperor.

The Winged Emperor wanted to say something, but his body had already been dragged into the doorway by that force. The purplish-black light of the doorway closed layer by layer, and the library, bookshelves, lights, snake scales, and those two star-like eyes all disappeared into the depths of the void.

The surroundings quieted down again.

Xia Xiu watched as the door closed completely before slowly lowering his other hand. Below the armrest of his throne, the two permission buttons that had just lit up went dark.

One is marked with the label "[Supreme Program]".

Another one is labeled as "[Glass Cannon]".

"Thankfully, it didn't come to the final step." Xia Xiu, sitting on the Psionic Throne, rubbed his temples. Luckily, the giant serpent wasn't as foolish as the Winged Emperor, otherwise, if a real fight broke out, Blackrock Fortress might have been destroyed.