Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1255 The Use of the Thorns of God.

Xia Xiu's great spirituality opened the doors to the Inner Palace. He rose and stepped from the psychic throne into the City of Desire and Flesh.

This is not a palace in the ordinary sense, but a royal chamber embedded deep within the flesh and blood of the planet. The fleshy dome rises and falls slowly like the chest of a sleeping behemoth, and bone-white columns grow from the damp ground, their shafts covered with thorny nerves and dried scriptures.

The Throne of the Witch King is located at the far end of the inner sanctum.

Xia Xiu stood in front of the golden throne, his golden eyes gazing at the center of the chair back.

There is a crack that is opening up.

The wet, red membrane tore open to both sides, and a bone staff slowly emerged from the depths of the throne. First, there was the broken bone blade crown at the top, then the staff head wrapped with rings, and then a slender staff shaft nearly two meters long.

Its entire body is grayish-white like old ivory, with dark yellow spots and dried blood lines on the surface. The staff is covered with spiral and intersecting patterns. The lines look like carvings, but upon closer inspection, you can see that they grow naturally along the inside of the bone, like veins, growth rings and some kind of ancient sacrificial script intertwined and formed in the same piece of human bone.

The most striking feature at the top of the bone staff is a broken crown of thorns, its edges sharp and incomplete, its shape somewhere between a flame, a bone blade, and a torn hand. In the middle, there is an irregular hole, as if it had been watched by an eye and then dug out of the bone.

As it emerged from the Throne of the Witch King, the flesh and blood of the entire inner sanctum began to contract.

Xia Xiu could clearly feel that this bone staff had a pulse... it was not an object.

“This is… Arn’s bones…”

Yes, this is a bone from Yann, a relic left after the divine authority of flesh was stripped away and crowned.

This is the key to the ancient, flesh-and-blood monarchy.

[Throne of the Witch King - Connection Complete]

[Relic revealed: Thorns of the Gods.]

[Warning: This relic possesses four effects: active modification, absorption, coronation, and ascension. Anyone who attempts to possess it without permission will be forcibly connected to an ancient, flesh-and-blood divine authority, and their physical form, spirituality, personality, and lineage may be rewritten as a distorted divine vessel.]

Xia Xiu raised an eyebrow slightly and took a step forward, causing a ripple of blood and flesh to surge up on the floor of the inner hall.

The tip of the Thorn of God tilted slightly, and the broken hole was aimed at Xia Xiu, like an eye socket without an eyeball refocusing.

Then, the patterns on the surface of the bone staff lit up layer by layer, and the blood color emanated from deep within the bone, flowing downwards along the spiral patterns.

In the next instant, a low, resonant response came simultaneously from the bone couch, footstool, pillars of the sacred remains, and fleshy dome surrounding the throne.

Those once-silent relics all bowed to it.

The Thorns of God is the core of this legacy. The bone couch is merely a resting place for the king, and the footstool is just a symbol of old submission. What truly nails the heir into the inner sanctum of the genealogy of lust and forces him to acquire the qualifications of the king is this bone staff that grew from the throne of the sorcerer king.

Xia Xiu raised his right hand, the mark of Yan on the back of his hand burning hot as if it would pierce through his skin. The flesh and blood workshop inside [Master Creator Adabos] roared, and the seats of Sabaos and Eleos lit up at the same time. The two governors stood on either side of the throne, waiting for him to complete the succession.

[Inheritance Ceremony Commences]

[The first through fourth in line of heirs remain unresponsive.]

[The fifth in line to the throne, Saint Kshilock, has opened the inheritance channel—]

[Inheritance Name Confirmed: Thorns of the Gods]

[Please touch the artifact and access the Throne of the Witch King—]

After a moment of contemplation, Xia Xiu raised his right hand, his palm resting three inches in front of the Thorns of God. Three [World Bubbles] unfolded behind him simultaneously: the Black Gold Flesh and Blood Workshop, the Platinum Narrative Sky, and the Transparent, Slightly Red [Gospel of the Unborn] interlocked with each other.

He then activated the miraculous [Immunity to All Laws], and then suddenly gripped the bone staff.

The moment his palms closed, the Thorns of God trembled, the spiral patterns on the surface of the staff cracked layer by layer, and countless bone spikes sprang out from the staff, biting his palms, wrists and forearms like living thorns, directly piercing through the flesh of the [Miracle] rank, and also through the [Immortal Stance] that had just covered it.

Tick-tock~ Tick-tock~
Blood dripped down.

Xia Xiu hasn't bled in a long time.

Golden-red blood slid down the bone spurs into the staff. The gray-white bone staff seemed to have finally tasted the long-awaited offering, and all the patterns on its surface began to shine. A chewing sound came from deep within the bone.

“Absolutely real injury…” Xia Xiu murmured softly.

The Thorns of God are greedily sucking the blood from Xia Xiu's body.

As the blood was swallowed by the bone staff, a memory of flesh and blood from the depths of the "Sea of ​​Completion" also surged into Xia Xiu's mind along the network of flesh and blood memories left behind by Arn.

That was not Xia Xiu's personal experience of the past, but rather the residual perspective of an ancient historian after being recorded by the Sea of ​​Completion. The images were blurry, the sounds were intermittent, yet they carried a unique weightiness of ancient times.

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At that time, the land was at peace.

The great sorcerers seized power, occupying most of the Diwa lands, and the opposition had been wiped out.

Yann sat in the inner sanctuary, making it his seat, and lingered briefly in the land of prosperity. Righteous men surrounded him, flesh-and-blood sorcerers, priests, warriors, and liberators gathered together, like a kingdom that had just emerged from war.

Lavata was overwhelmed by immense sorrow.

She approached Yann and pleaded with him to set aside his fury against his enemies, to reach out to those who were about to be punished, and to extinguish the flames of justice, for that path would ultimately lead only to suffering and death.

Ya'en was moved by her.

When he looked at Lavata, his eyes were filled with an almost overwhelming love. He knelt before her, embraced her, and whispered words of comfort, calming her heart, which had been trembling because of the prophecy that had not yet come true.

Then, Lavata began designing a gift for her main subject.

She toiled for thirty days and thirty nights, using the art of creating with flesh and blood to forge the prototype of the throne from her own bosom. The throne had no trace of splicing; its skeleton seemed to have grown naturally from a single piece of life. All who saw it marveled at its exquisite, solemn, and beautiful appearance.

That year, the Karmactamah people were celebrating the Sukanta festival.

According to the decree once proclaimed by Yan, this holiday is to commemorate the liberation of the people.

On the tenth and final day of the feast, Ravata presented the fruits of her labor to Yaen.

She used her own flesh to make the main body of the throne, and added the finest lapis lazuli from the Kingdom of Kemet, as well as jade transported from the distant Oretine.

Together with another sensual saint, Zahn, she sewed a soft cushion, weaving hair into the padding and sewing the edges with stretched human sinew. She also made the pillow surface from her own raven-black hair, so that her love would remain on the throne forever.

Yann looked at the gift and was moved once again.

Knowing the price Ravata had paid to make this gift, he ordered the people attending the festival to be quiet and told them about Ravata's love.

He then ordered that this position should accompany him wherever he went, so that he would be constantly reminded of his place.

He leads only those who love him.

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The memories of flesh and blood gradually fade away here.

Xia Xiu stood in the inner hall again, his palm still pierced by the thorns of the gods, and the golden-red blood was still being slowly swallowed by the bone staff.

This time, however, his gaze toward the Throne of the Witch King was much stranger.

"The scepter in his hand is undoubtedly made from Yann's bones." He looked down at the old ivory bone scepter, his tone carrying a rare subtlety.

"Moreover, according to my memory, these bones were not taken out and made into relics after Yann's death."

"It's still uncertain whether Yaen is dead or not. People haven't found Yaen's body yet. This thing was most likely made by him while he was alive, using bones he took from his own body... For the Lord of the Fleshline, taking his own bones to make a weapon doesn't seem unusual."

Xia Xiu paused for a moment, then looked at the throne in front of him, which was composed of flesh and blood, bones, lapis lazuli, jade, hair and fascia.

"As for this throne... its prototype was also made by Ravata with her own blood and bones."

"Um……"

He was at a loss for words when it came to how to evaluate it.

During the era of the Carnal Cult, it seems that it was particularly popular to make gifts and relics using one's own blood, bones, flesh, tendons, and hair, and this trend was likely started by Yorn himself.

For the Carnal Cult, since they won't die anyway, do you think they'd die just because a bone or organ was removed?
Even if the Ancient Desire Flesh Cult loses its head, it can still demonstrate what a rendezvous operation is like, so taking a bone from its body to use as a weapon is not an easy thing for them.

Their art style and customs are indeed quite different from those of normal people, which explains why the Flesh Empire established by Yann was called the "Great Enemy of Flesh and Blood" by others.

Xia Xiu gripped the [Thorns of God], his palm still bleeding, his gaze shifting back and forth between the bone staff and the throne. Finally, he couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Should I take a part of my body to use as a relic in the future?"

At this moment, the Thorns of God still gripped his palm tightly, the bone spurs digging deep into his flesh, continuously sucking at the golden-red primordial blood.

Xia Xiu waited for a while, but did not feel any further expansion of authority, nor did he receive any new information.

This thing is performing almost exactly as its name suggests.

Thorns...or rather, thorns that will cause the holder to bleed continuously.

He could sense that the Thorns of God did indeed possess terrifying true damage properties. When it struck someone, their protective spirituality, miracle defense, and information barrier would be torn apart. Moreover, since the other person was not the Fifth Saint of Lust for Flesh, in addition to suffering true damage, they would also have the distorted curse left behind by Yann poured into the wound.

"Overall, it's actually a lose-lose situation..."

Xia Xiu flicked the bone staff lightly, and a drop of blood appeared on the bone spikes on the staff.

If you were to use this thing to whip someone, the scene would probably be quite spectacular. The person being whipped would instantly break down, and the bloodline would crawl into the wound. The ancient flesh and blood kingship left by Yann would then add a twisted curse. Meanwhile, Yann himself would have to continuously feed blood to the Thorns of God. It's like whipping someone and bleeding yourself as well.

"Thorns, pull..."

Xia Xiu had just thought of this when his voice suddenly stopped.

As if realizing something, he raised his head and looked down at the sacred city of lust built upon the boundless flesh and blood that He covered.

The next moment, he raised the divine thorn, which was still sucking blood, and made a whipping motion towards the inner sanctum beneath his feet. The bone staff sliced ​​through the air, leaving a trail of golden-red blood.

"Open your mouth—"

boom--

The entire inner hall suddenly trembled, the fleshy dome bulged up layer by layer, and a low friction sound came from the depths of the bone-white columns, as if the flesh and blood of an entire planet were being forcibly awakened.

Xia Xiu immediately felt a terrifying pressure coming from the depths of the inner hall. That will was vast, primal, and viscous, carrying the flesh and blood instinct that covered all things. It was the resistance of the [Boundless Cover] itself.

The moment that will was unleashed, it saw the [Thorns of God] in Xia Xiu's hand.

It clearly recoiled slightly; the sensation was very distinct.

Xia Xiu could even sense an almost instinctive dread from this immense and indescribable will.

It seems like the person with no brains is really afraid of this thing.

Then, the fleshy dome of the inner sanctum slowly cracked open, revealing a massive black hole deep in space. The edge of the black hole was covered with fleshy folds and white bone rings, like an organ that had been sleeping inside the flesh of a planet and was finally forced to open.

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At the same time, in the deepest part of the Ether Ocean, many ethereal beings that had been wandering in the dark tides came to a stop.

They saw the boundless dragon inexplicably raise its head, its fleshy body, which covered the star field, stretch out in the depths of the ether, and then open its enormous maw, which could not be measured by any scale, and bite down hard on a certain etheric projection floating in the distance.

Before the enormous ethereal projection could even struggle, it was swallowed whole into the body of [His boundless cover].

The surrounding ethereal beings trembled with fear.

Inside the inner sanctum, Xia Xiu felt a wave of dizziness he hadn't experienced in a long time. He looked down at his palm, where the Divine Thorn was still sucking blood, and doing so quite fiercely.

The blood that the Thorn of God desires is not blood in the ordinary sense. Ordinary flesh and blood are meaningless to this bone staff. What it truly devours is the original blood of Xia Xiu as the fifth saint of flesh and blood, the blood of a saint who has been shaped by the Way of Flesh and Blood and can access the lineage of ancient flesh and blood divine authority.

The sucking of the Thorns of God gave Xia Xiu a long-lost feeling of anemia.

"It seems I've neglected my cultivation in the path of lust and flesh. The blood of a saint, formed from flesh and blood, can't keep up with the mindless consumption of commands..."

He glanced again at the inner sanctuary abyss that was gradually closing beneath his feet. The etheric projection swallowed by [His Boundless Cover] was slowly sinking along the pipes deep within the Holy City of Flesh and Blood, and was finally sent into the Flesh and Blood Workshop of [Master Craftsman Creator Adabos].

The seats of the two chief ministers were lit up at the same time.

Sabaos disassembled the etheric projection into wet nutrients that could be absorbed by the lineage, while Eleos stripped away the violent, chaotic, and heterogeneous parts, transforming the remaining flesh and blood essence into more stable shaping materials, which were then sent to the altars and workshops in various parts of the inner sanctuary that were not yet fully awake.

Xia Xiu could clearly feel this process.

This feeling was completely different from when he used to invoke the fleshly genealogy. Before, it was more like he was holding a key and opening a door in some external system.

Now, he felt as if he were sitting in front of the core of a server, and he could even faintly hear the prayers of the members of the Lustful Lineage in the distance.

Some cut open their own palms in damp underground altars, dripping their blood into the fleshy Holy Grail, praying for organ regeneration; others chanted the old name of Yorn at the bedside, praying that their mutated offspring would regain their sanity; and still others, more extreme sorcerers, were performing incomplete communion rituals, attempting to tear a piece of flesh from the "boundless expanse He covers" to complete a dangerous ascension.

Xia Xiu merely had a slight thought, and those prayers were filtered out by [Master Creator Adabos].

Those rituals that passed were connected to the Flesh and Blood Workshop by Sabaos, receiving a purified and blended genealogical sustenance; while dangerous, distorted, or obviously out-of-control rituals were directly severed by Eleos, leaving only a gentle yet irresistible genealogical feedback that caused the caster's nerves to stop crossing the line in excruciating pain.

Xia Xiu raised an eyebrow slightly.

"I see."

He now understood a little better how Yann had managed to operate the Flesh and Lust lineage back then.

The so-called Divine Supper is not simply about believers taking flesh and blood from His boundless cover.

The real key lies in the genealogical center composed of Yan, the four saints, and the six great rulers, who will pre-select ingredients, allocate shares, remove toxicity, harmonize authority, and then transform that mindless, raw flesh and blood into flesh and blood that can be shaped enough for believers to bear.

Without this central system, an ordinary flesh-eating sorcerer would be feeding directly on [His Covered Boundless], which is tantamount to tearing off the scales of a supreme flesh dragon with bare hands.

Even if they manage to obtain a small piece of so-called divine flesh, they will be corrupted and devoured by the primal covering instinct, boundless proliferative impulse, and ancient aberration within it. At best, they will lose control and turn into chunks of flesh; at worst, they will be transformed into lineage monsters that can only proliferate and devour.

When Yan was alive, Diet was a gift.

After Yann disappeared and the saints and governors went into seclusion, the Holy Communion gradually became a high-risk gamble.

The reason why the carnal spectrum has degenerated so quickly lies here.

The lower-class believers still yearn for flesh and blood to be shaped, and the warlocks still pursue ascension, but the central authority responsible for processing that mindless, raw flesh and blood into safe food has collapsed.

So they could only piece together fragmented rituals, erroneous prayers, and contaminated samples of flesh and blood, ultimately turning what could have been a path to reshaping life into a distorted, sacrificial, and out-of-control evil path.