Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 866: Accommodating the First Apostle
Deep in the purgatory forged by the black sun, the heat like the charred core of a collapsed star devours everything. The air is roaring, space is distorting, and the world seems to be wailing in silence.

The apostle who was struggling in the divine fire let out a soul-rending wail, like a mortal bone fighting against divine thunder.

It was the roar of a dying beast and the last prayer of an abandoned person.

His limbs were shattered, his bones were broken at strange angles, his flesh and blood were constantly collapsing and reconstructing like magma, his chest was collapsed, and his back was covered with barbed crystal bone spurs.

The red thirsty blood that originally represented the blessing of war had begun to reverse and crystallize, and then solidified into bundles of transparent and scarlet interwoven chains of death, nailing him to the scorched earth.

As the black sun continued to burn, the breath of the ocean completely disappeared.

The sea of ​​blood that had once been filled with countless strange organs and waves had long since evaporated.

First it turned into billowing blood mist, floating in the scorching atmosphere, and then the blood mist burned bit by bit, disintegrating into charred brown dust particles, and was finally completely wiped out from the planet.

boom--!
I don’t know how long it lasted, but there was no movement in the dark sun.

The world fell silent.

The ocean no longer exists.

This asteroid-sized planet is no longer an ocean planet.

It became a charred, red crust, covered with burn marks and cracks, like a corpse left after purgatory.

And only at the center of the world, kneeling was the remains of the gigantic Apostle crystal.

He lay on the ground like a blood jade sculpture, his head lowered, his right hand raised high, still maintaining the original posture -

A gesture of seeking recognition from the father.

He was still alive, but unable to move.

The black sun slowly receded.

The thirty-six wings folded together, and the three hundred and sixty-five thousand eyes closed one after another. The huge figure of the angel gradually faded out of sight, leaving only the burning and pressure that lingered in the air after it burned out.

Xia Xiu regained his human form.

He stood quietly on the raised right hand of the First Apostle. Three halos of white jade were still spinning behind him. The heat waves were surging, making a "puffing" sound, flickering, and it seemed that they had not completely cooled down yet.

He let out a light breath and looked up at the "rebellious son" in front of him who had finally stopped struggling.

"Finally calmed down."

Xia Xiu stood quietly on the huge body of the apostle.

The wind had died down, the sky was inky black, and the heat of embers was rising from the charred earth.

The first apostle knelt down, motionless.

——Like a statue frozen in divine punishment, begging for forgiveness.

At this moment, a familiar glimmer quietly appeared beside him.

"Tsk..."

Xia Xiu turned his head with a headache and saw the parchment stained with unknown bloodstains and runes slowly crawling out from the void again, like some kind of blood-thirsty token, slowly crawling from the abyss to the world.

That is - the Sarkic lineage.

[Eat him——]

[Eat him——]

[Eat him——]

The voice of [Think Tank Yadabaoth] echoed against Xia Xiu's eardrum like a whisper, sticky, morbid, and stubborn, like the endless buzzing of maggots in a nightmare.

"enough."

The golden retriever with stiff wings directly scolded the second boss.

The parchment suddenly froze in mid-air. Facing the employee's scolding, the second boss was stunned.

Finally, it was silent for a while, and a few words emerged with a bit of unwillingness.

【Complete the Sarkic Spectrum——】

Afterwards, the Sickness Lineage quietly returned to Xia Xiu's body, motionless, as if sulking.

Xia Xiu rubbed his brows and muttered:

"Got it, got it. I will complete the Sarkic genealogy later."

After saying this, he turned his attention to the First Apostle.

He slowly raised his hand and his five fingers swept across the air.

As a ray of divine light broke through the remaining flames, [Metatron] descended.

Six shining wings descended from the sky, spreading out a divine domain as pure as daylight.

He was dressed in a snow-white robe with sacred flames burning at the corners. Runes of all laws were engraved on his chest, symbolizing the secret key to heaven and the truth of the laws.

Three pairs of wings were woven from light particles, and each wingspan was studded with billions of blazing lines, creating holy ripples in the air.

In his left hand he held the holy book that could not be desecrated - The Book of Order.

Golden light shines down from the sky, as if the throne responding to the call is gazing at the world.

Xia Xiu slowly squatted down, stretched out his right hand, and pressed it against the raised right palm of the huge body.

——The hands of the Apostle and the Father touched here.

Palm to palm.

In an instant, light burst out from between the two, like a rising sun, illuminating the entire scorched earth.

"Although it was a failed embryo."

Xia Xiu spoke calmly, his voice calm but with a hint of indifference, "Because the Red Thirst Factor designed by the Blood God has almost no rationality at all, only instinct."

"But some of your genes... are barely enough for me to extract the first batch of modular [gene seeds] of the Children of the Courtyard."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lines on his palm lit up, and golden light flowed and connected like a battle array.

And behind him, the "Book of Order" in Metatron's hand suddenly began to flutter like a violent wind!

With every page that passes, there are whispers of God's name and the sound of heaven.

It was as if the holy book itself was responding, analyzing, and compiling the code of the existence of the person named "Son of Failure".

At the moment when his palm touched the remains of the apostle, the retina of Xia Xiu's right eye lit up slightly.

A layer of translucent golden light curtain appeared deep in the pupil, with information projection flowing faintly.

*****【Deep embryo number: A0-1】******
Status Identification: The First Apostle
Structural classification: suspected Red Thirst Factor Correction/Blood God Factor Contaminated Structure

Identity matching: Match failed/no legal mark/not authorized by [Heavenly Kingdom Church]—

[Material Survival]: 11.9% (core not destroyed)
[Divine Deposit Rate]: 27.8% (Red Thirst Backlash/Origin Fluctuation Unstable)
[Intelligent Chain Level]: E- (Lost language logic/only blood battle instinct remains)
[Divine Positioning Code]: Σ-131f-AX/Ω〔Unrecorded, suspected to be self-generated〕

+【Behavior Calculation】：
·Potential "subordinate confirmation" for superior coding

There is a probability of more than 80% that it can be used as [Garden Gene Seed] for structural reorganization
If combined with [Triple Crown] and Spiritual Legion, a modular unit structure can be derived: First Apostle·Judgement Type.

+【Main risk factors】：
Red Thirst Residue (Battle Frenzy)
War Factor Boiling Residue (will be activated when the structure is unbalanced)
Possessing a "self-destructive distortion of belief" in the Father Code

Handling suggestion:

Stripping away combat memories
Gene sequence transferred into [Mortal Courtyard·Embryo Reservoir A]
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The light screen information flashed across his vision, each one was clear and cruel.

Xia Xiu looked calm and said softly:
"80% of the genes are available, which is a lot more than we thought."

He exhaled lightly and looked down at the huge, broken figure at his feet.

The First Apostle's right arm was still raised high, but it was completely powerless. It was like a sculpture sealed in time, shattered and charred.

He did not move, and could not move.

But Xia Xiu did not withdraw his hand immediately.

He stood on the palm of the First Apostle, slowly raised his left hand, and said softly:

"--bring it on."

The light fades with the words.

Behind him, the six-winged holy light trembled, and a deep and blazing beam of light fell from Metatron's body, like a river of heaven pouring down from the sky. That was not light.

That is the origin of divinity, the will of a higher being, and the structural resonance between the triple crown and Metatron.

[Metatron] slowly descended, with his six wings spread to the limit. Each feather composed of particles was engraved with the mark left by the gods.

In his left hand, the Book of Order floated in the air, with holy light surrounding the pages.

In his right hand he held high the flaming sword, and strands of scorching yet gentle holy light poured down from the top of the sky, straight into the depths of the First Apostle's charred chest.

At that moment, divinity was infused.

The flesh and blood that had already melted, scabbed, and festered on the scorched earth slowly began to move again under the illumination of divinity.

The tendons torn by the war gradually tightened, the broken bones began to reconstruct, and the crystal bone spurs embedded in the spine slowly extinguished and returned to their places.

Divinity is overwriting the blood god's war factors.

Strands of golden threads like holy codes seeped into his structure, polishing, cleaning, and purifying the "tyranny" and "instinct" on every piece of his body.

His soul began to resonate.

Some new structure is rewriting his underlying logic.

Metatron remained silent, his six wings trembling slightly, like the sun rising and falling, illuminating the scorched earth.

The pages of "The Book of Order" were turned faster and faster, and with each turn, a new law was pressed into the body of this "son".

Engraving is being completed.

Several pale golden halos emerged from the First Apostle's body, slowly rotating, sinking, melting into his flesh and bones, and finally disappearing between his chest and forehead.

He gasped softly, and his broken body began to tremble slightly.

The divinity is complete.

The engraving is complete.

This is a fundamental "establishment of belonging".

The First Apostle will no longer be the creation of the Blood God.

But - the son of Abraham.

At this moment, the First Apostle's body, which was as dead as a sculpture, suddenly... moved.

His back, which was full of bone spurs, rose and fell slightly, and new fibers gradually emerged from the surface of the ruptured flesh and blood. The remnants of the Blood God Factor were still burning, but they were no longer running wild.

The broken spine began to slowly connect from bottom to top, and the charred bones grew and reconstructed with a red glow, as if responding to the awakening of some higher will.

He is...recovering.

But not for resistance.

It’s about surrender.

next moment.

The raised arm slowly lowered, the movement was slow but without hesitation.

Xia Xiu stood on his palm, like an immovable god, being carefully placed back into the earth by this newly awakened being.

boom--!
Dust was flying, the scorching surface was still burning, and the huge body of blood and steel slowly knelt down, making a dull metallic sound like the collision of battleships.

The first apostle knelt on one knee.

His head slowly lowered, with his forehead close to the ground. The body that had once been arrogant, roaring, and capable of destroying the world now prostrated itself at Xia Xiu's feet with the utmost humility.

silent.

Speechless.

Only surrender.

At this moment—the astral realm shook.

Some kind of super-dimensional projection emerged in the sky, and a "shadow" that did not conform to the rules of natural optics split from the void, like a crack on a mirror, appearing in silence.

That was Xia Xiu’s shadow.

The shadow initially just stood behind him.

But the next second, it began to slowly expand in all directions, spreading along the scorched earth, along the deep space veil reflected by the starry sky, and expanding to the gap between the sky and the earth.

It has no substance, yet seems to occupy every structure.

It has no language, but carries the power of its own rules.

Xia Xiu lowered his head and glanced at the first apostle.

The shadow moves with it.

It moves forward quietly.

On the First Apostle's body, the outlines of the shadows began to overlap, like a seal from some higher dimension slowly covering him.

No struggle, no resistance.

The shadow eventually surrounded the First Apostle, like a quietly rising membrane, wrapping him up layer by layer, sealing him, filing him away, and containing him——

【Gene code binding...】

[Divine coordinates locked]

[Target: First Apostle: Storage Completed]

With the completion of the divine imprint, the First Apostle's charred body illuminated by the scorching light finally regained its complete form.

He did not roar or struggle.

The madness deep within his genes, under the infusion of Xia Xiu's divinity, was like being nailed to death by some supreme rule.

He slowly raised his head, and the eyes that once burned with the will of the Blood God were now engraved with the golden imprint of the [Crown].

He was not tamed, but his essence was rewritten.

Subtle changes began to occur in his body.

Within that huge structure, billions of cells and components began to reorganize, as if some deep template was quietly weaving within the body.

Xia Xiu watched all this with a calm expression.

[Metatron] stood behind him, his six wings trembling slightly, and the "Book of Order" in his left hand quietly closed. A golden line emerged from the spine of the book, connecting to the giant body that was crouching below.

[Divine Factor Stable——]

[Red Thirst Residue has been marked——]

[Plasticity: Very high——]

[Adaptation rate...excellent! ]

Xia Xiu closed his eyes, and the [Iron Crown] began to synchronize genetic information.

The blank module of the Son of the Courtyard [Gene Seed] has finally received its first filling component.

At this moment, a ray of burning light appeared in the chest of the First Apostle. The mark was arranged like stars, gradually forming a new structural map on his body surface.

That was the prototype of the Legion's mark.

Starting from his shoulders, the bones gradually covered a symmetrical armored outline, a tail-fin-like structural ridge emerged on his back, and his knees and forearms formed sharpened heavy-armored components, like the preliminary prototype of some kind of amphibious warfare form.

He is no longer just a creature.

Instead, it is the weapon's original body that is embedded in the battlefield logic.

He moved his neck, roared softly, and supported the ground with his metal palms, like a prototype of a divine legion that had crawled out of hell.

Xia Xiu's shadow silently extended from the ground, casting an indecipherable halo in the sea of ​​stars.

The shadows are moving.

It stretched out in the direction of the First Apostle, gradually covering that massive body, like some kind of cloth of contract, wrapping, entwining, and marking the entire structure.

The first apostle's body shook.

The shadow climbed up his back like water, penetrating into his joints and soaking into his nerves.

[Vashak], complete the Seventh Legion at this moment.