Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1257 New War Mobilization Objectives
Afterwards, Xia Xiu and the High Priestess of the Eldar, Faira Ontius, exchanged a few more polite words.

Both of them were well aware that after the Red Scar ended, the cooperative relationship between the Heavenly Kingdom and the Second Otto Eldar was coming to an end, and staying in Blackrock Fortress would only cause the recently suppressed conflicts to resurface.

Xia Xiu sat on the psychic throne, his tone quite polite.

"High Priest, Second Otto has come a long way this time, and it must have been tiring. With Wo Wutu already executed, the Winged Emperor won't be able to cause any trouble in the short term. Next, I need to handle the follow-up affairs of the Elysium, the Court Legion, and the outer planes of the myriad worlds, so it may not be convenient for Blackrock Fortress to continue entertaining you."

He put it very tactfully, but his meaning was very clear.

The matter is settled. The door is over there. Hurry up and go.

The high priest understood what he meant and didn't want to make a fool of himself by staying any longer.

She can no longer control Heaven, much less the fourth swordsman who has completed the three [World Bubble] loops. The Second Otto World Spirit Clan's visit this time is essentially just to deal with Wo Wutu and Red Scar.

As for the ownership of Blackrock Fortress, there's no point in arguing about it now.

"In that case, the Second Otto Society will temporarily withdraw from the outer reaches of the myriad worlds."

The high priest gripped his scepter, his expression regaining the coldness and arrogance characteristic of the Elven race, though a hint of displeasure still lingered deep within his tone.

"Your Excellency Abraham, may the Kingdom of Heaven cherish what it holds now."

Xia Xiu smiled.

"Don't worry, I always cherish my spoils."

The high priest gave him a deep look, then a purple-silver aura spread out from behind her, the Eldar genealogy network reconnected to the void, and her figure gradually faded inside the Blackrock Fortress, finally leaving the war zone completely.

After the high priest left, Xia Xiu finally turned the Blackrock Fortress back on course. The massive celestial fortress passed through the Ether Channel and returned to the skies above his loyal Elysium.

After the Kingdom of Heaven took over this place, this outer plane has regrown a framework of order from the ruins. The courtyard naval port, governor's mansion, engineering platform and legion base spread out along the fourth layer, like a war throne taking shape.

……

……

Xia Xiu led Roger and Gilman to the fourth floor of the governor's mansion.

Other offspring arrived one after another.

Lupercal arrived first, followed by the sons of the wolf pack; Fenrir, upon seeing his new brothers, first circled around Rhodes and Gilman, as if to confirm whether these two unfortunate kids, pulled out of the Red Scars, could withstand a beating; Vulcan, on the other hand, was much gentler, directly stepping forward and patting the two on the shoulder to welcome them home.

Mortalius stood a little further away, his expression still indifferent, but he nodded to the two of them; Angola raised an eyebrow when he saw Roger, as if he could smell a mixture of faith and war in him; Perturaber and Dorn noticed Gilemann's administrative demeanor immediately, and their eyes met briefly in mid-air.

Xia Xiu sat in the main seat, watching the group of children finally gather together, and he was in a rare good mood.

“From today onwards, Roger and Killian are also your brothers.”

"Although you have different personalities, different experiences, and different strengths, I believe you will get along very well."

Then, led by the old father, the Lord of the Courtyard and the Lord of the Courtyard Legion began to hold a simple banquet.

During the banquet, Gilman asked Xia Xiu for management access to the [Vision Needle]. The silver needle had been encased in a security layer by the [Eternal Light Overflowing the Sky]. The designated population of Utramar and the Holy Covenant Empire were still in the high-dimensional interlayer, and a long process of anchoring to the present world was still needed before they could truly transform into present-world life.

“Father, I would like to first relocate some of the administrative staff, medical staff, children, and engineers.”

"Killiman said seriously."

“They can help me build a system for adapting to the present world and reduce the risks of subsequent population transition. The people of Utralmar shouldn’t just lie in a rut and wait; I hope they can gradually emerge from this situation.”

Xia Xiu naturally agreed.

“Yes, Eden will help you establish a security process. Start with the low-risk list first, and don’t transfer too much at once.”

Killian nodded and noted it down. Then, looking at his brothers who were chatting animatedly, he paused for a moment and suddenly said:
“Father, I also want to build a round table hall in the Land of Bliss.”

Xia Xiu looked at him, and Killian said in a serious tone, in a measured manner:

“I hope it can accommodate you and all your brothers. No matter where we guard, fight, or govern in the future, as long as we return here, we can sit at the same table and reunite.”

Xia Xiu couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

"Okay."

He leaned back in his chair, his tone lighter, and said to the thirteenth son:
"Remember to use the best materials from all the heavens and myriad realms. The table should be big enough, and the chairs should be sturdy enough. After all, some of your brothers have tempers and physiques that require a lot of furniture."

As soon as he said that, a burst of laughter erupted from the room.

After the feast and drinks, Xia Xiu dismissed his sons and children to attend to their own affairs.

The reconstruction of Elysium is still underway, the Courtyard Legion needs to be reorganized, and Blackrock Fortress also needs to be integrated into the new war sequence. Everyone has their own mission.

After the hall quieted down, Xia Xiu called over the vice principal, Turs.

As soon as Turs entered, he saw Xia Xiu sitting in the main seat, with traces of cups and chairs still remaining around him after the banquet. He immediately narrowed his eyes, swayed the fox tail behind him, and revealed that familiar teasing smile on his face.

"Abraham, isn't your life progressing a bit too fast?"

He strolled slowly to the table, his tone laced with undisguised mockery.

“Others at least get married and start a family before they start thinking about having children. But you’re different. I haven’t even seen a glimpse of your wedding yet, and your son is already filling a whole table.”

After hearing Turs's teasing, Xia Xiu's smile only deepened.

He slowly picked up his glass, his gaze sweeping over Tulls, his tone as gentle as if he were concerned about the health of an old friend.

"It seems that you've become much more adept at handling official duties since your promotion. You used to get dark circles under your eyes from staying up late, but now you're full of energy and your thinking is more stable. It seems we can give you some more responsibilities in the administrative affairs of the courtyard."

Tulls's smile froze instantly. What sounded like a compliment sounded like a death knell to him.

Since his ascension to the crown, his mental resilience, thinking speed, and spiritual recovery ability have all improved significantly. Previously, he would turn pale after handling official duties for three consecutive days, but now he can handle official duties for seven consecutive days and still maintain a good physical condition.

My dark circles are gone, but my life is even more miserable.

Turs took a deep breath, his fox ears twitching, and ultimately swallowed back the words, "You heartless boss."

If Xia Xiu weren't even more of a corporate slave than him, and if he weren't genuinely no match for this blond guy, he would have loved to rush up and punch him in the face.

"Heavenly Kingdom is a heartless company."

Tulls managed to utter only this one sentence before pulling out a chair and sitting down, immediately steering the conversation back to the main topic.

"Alright, let's put the family banquet and the grand celebration aside for now. I've come here to tell you about the movements of the Anti-Heavenly Alliance." Xia Xiu put down his wine glass, his smile fading slightly.

Turs raised his hand and tapped a light screen, and the outer plane star map of all the heavens and myriad worlds unfolded on the table. The anchor points of Elysium, Fallen World, Heavenly Mountain, Mechanical Realm, Wilderness, Edge of the Bottomless Abyss, Underworld Domains and a large number of faith kingdoms lit up in turn.

"The First Anti-Heavenly Alliance War... if that can be called a war, some time has passed since the last great war. The gods of all the heavens and myriad worlds have healed their wounds, especially the pantheons who escaped alive from the battlefield of Elysium. They have learned a lot this time."

Turs' fingers traced the symbols of dozens of small and medium-sized pantheons.

Those originally independent divine kingdom anchor points are being swallowed up by several large pantheons, and many gods of weak and medium power have abandoned their independent establishment and moved into the war sequence of large pantheons.

“Look here, the remaining Gadinian gods who were originally attached to Elysium have been taken in by several factions on Mount Paradise; after the Dwarf pantheon lost Moradin, the remaining gods were divided up by other pantheons of order; some small nature pantheons, artisan pantheons and ocean pantheons have also begun to actively gravitate towards the major pantheons.”

His tone turned cold as he said this.

"They know they can't stop you alone, so they're starting to band together."

Turs continued:
"The fleets of those who believe in the gods are also gathering. The Divine Kingdom Ark, the Sanctuary Ship, the Celestial Cruiser Group, the Prayer Legion, the Divine Messenger Sky Riders, the Dimensional Siege Machines, and a large number of divine war platforms driven by faith power are all converging on several key outer planes."

The light screen then magnified.

Several massive fleet assembly lines appeared on the outskirts of the myriad realms, like a net that was tightening.

"The number of people involved is enormous. Conservatively speaking, the number of the Prayer Legion, the Divine National Army, and the Holy Spirit Legion they have mobilized this time is several times larger than that of the First Anti-Kingdom Alliance War."

"Last time, they all had their own agendas and hoped that others would take the lead. This time, they have learned their lesson and have started to send the resources and fleets of the smaller pantheons to the front lines."

Turs paused for a moment and looked up at Xia Xiu.

"More importantly, their intentions are quite clear."

Xia Xiu calmly said, "The Golden Tree."

“Yes.” Turs nodded.

"They want to pool all their resources to compete for the ultimate coronation of the Golden Tree. That tree tipped you off before and handed over the golden leaves to the courtyard, allowing Tulls, Lupercal, and Vulcan to complete their ascensions. That has already spurred them on."

When he said his name, Turs's lips twitched slightly, but he quickly finished speaking.

"The gods now generally believe that the Golden Tree is the key to the end of the Ivy War. Whoever gets the final coronation will be qualified to reintegrate the outer planes and expel the Kingdom of Heaven from all the worlds."

On the light screen, the high-level anchor point where the [Golden Tree] was located lit up with golden light, and traces of numerous divine fleet activities had already appeared around it.

"What they really want to do now is to get the final crown of the Golden Tree before you completely swallow the outer plane, and use it to establish a new divine legitimacy."

Turs looked at Xia Xiu, his voice lowered.

"In other words, they want to use the golden tree to crown a pantheon of gods who can suppress all enemies."

Xia Xiu watched the ever-converging divine fleet on the light screen and gently tapped his fingertip twice near the anchor point of the Golden Tree.

"Have they reached an agreement on who the supreme leader is?"

Turs shook his head.

"They're probably still arguing."

He raised his hand and zoomed in on the light screen. Several pantheon main axes that still maintained complete dimensional sovereignty were marked in red in turn, and several high-level outer plane divine kingdom anchor points all cast the shadows of their fleets around the Golden Tree.

"The final choice will be either the remaining few plane lords, or they will elect a temporary ruler who can be accepted by most pantheons. They lost too badly last time, so this time they will most likely make the final decision in front of the Golden Tree, which means abandoning the conflict, uniting against the outside world, and first getting all the pantheons together."

As Tulls spoke, the fox's ears twitched slightly, and his tone became more serious.

"This time they're serious. Small pantheons are being annexed, medium-sized pantheons are voluntarily submitting, and large pantheons are temporarily setting aside their old grudges. Fleets and the Prayer Legion are all piling up around the Golden Tree. They've realized that if they continue fighting amongst themselves, they'll just be waiting for you to come to Blackrock Fortress and knock on each plane to collect their corpses."

Xia Xiu remained calm after hearing this.

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze still fixed on the golden anchor point, and after a moment, he slowly spoke:
"Turs, what do you think we should do?"

Tulls rolled his eyes at him. He knew Lao Xia's character all too well. This blond guy was probably already up to no good when he asked "What do you think?" He was just putting on an act to make the employees feel a bit involved.

But since the other party had asked, he decided to share his judgment.

"Now the Court is strong and well-equipped. You have brought back two sons from the Red Scars. In addition to the Court Legion that was already formed, if the thirteen Court Legions are reorganized, along with Blackrock Fortress and you, the Court will have the ability to launch a full-scale war."

Turs paused for a moment, then drew several red lines on the screen with his finger.

"The problem is that there is still a small shortage of Great Power units, so you can go to Heaven and call for more outside help. Call as many of the Thirteen Heroes as you can, and it would be best to bring over the other sword-wielders as well."

After he finished speaking, he switched the light screen to the strategic map of the unconquered outer planes.

"Among the unconquered planes, Seven Hills Paradise is the most difficult to conquer. Paradise Mountain itself has too much foundation, and there are also the remaining seats of the Seven Fierce Society. Zafkiel has also awakened. If we launch a direct attack, it will drag into a long war of attrition."

"The mechanical realm is actually the most suitable target for a surprise attack."

Turs' fingertip rested on the mechanical anchor point, and a cold dimensional structure composed of gears, laws, construct legions, and divine mechanical fleets appeared in the light screen.

"The mechanical realm has a tight order, fast reaction speed, and strong defense system, but its advantage is based on stable operation."

"Once we launch a surprise attack on Blackrock Fortress, it simply won't be able to stop our advance."

Turs looked at Xia Xiu, his fingertips hovering over the cold gear plane of the Mechanical Realm. He drew out the strategic lines in the light screen one by one, like a scalpel dismantling the enemy's defenses.

"In the current situation, it's best to strike first. The pantheons of faith across the myriad realms are still gathering around the Golden Tree. They want to complete the final coronation of their supreme ruler under that tree, and the main fleet of the Mechanical Realm will inevitably have to send a portion there to support them. This window of opportunity won't last long. If we miss it, once they complete their coronation and unification, we'll have to face a truly formed alliance of gods."

As he spoke, the gear structure belonging to the mechanical realm on the light screen was magnified, and the layers of dimensional orbits, the constructed divine kingdom, the holy city of law, and the divine mechanical fleet operated like a huge clock.

“Mount Paradise is too tough, and Zafkiel is stationed at Seven Hills Paradise. If we try to take a bite out of it right away, we will be dragged into a high-intensity war of attrition. The Mechanical Realm is different. As long as Blackrock Fortress is breached, the Mechanical Realm will be no match for us.”

"So my suggestion is—to conquer the Mechanical Realm first."

Finally, he added one more sentence.

"But before you take action, you should call in reinforcements. Because once the war starts, it will never stop—this is the final battle of the Ivy League Wars, and only when a victor emerges will the war end."

Xia Xiu stared at the light screen, not speaking immediately. The golden glow of the Golden Tree anchor point was still flashing, and the divine fleet surrounded it like layers of shadows, while the cold gear plane of the Mechanical Realm stood still on the other side, like a huge machine still operating according to its old rules.

Ultimately, the head of the courtyard agreed to the vice principal's plan.

“Then let’s do it your way. The Ivy League War has reached this point, and there’s no room for further skirmishes. Heaven also wants to end this extraterritorial war as soon as possible, because the longer it drags on in all the realms, the more difficult it will be to carry out our key tasks on Terra.”