Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 869 The First Batch of Gene Seeds III
Xia Xiu just smiled.

He spread his hands, his tone was gentle and almost casual, as if he was joking when greeting an old friend:
"I think it won't be that bad."

"It's too much to say my name."

"Although... it's quite interesting to think about."

He chuckled softly, then retracted his smile, lowered his voice a bit, and slowly added:
"—but you're right."

"The first gene-seed of this generation is indeed defective."

"The very obvious kind."

His tone was steady, as if he were stating a statistic.

"During the refining process, we discovered an abnormal expression chain that originated from a radical activation domain deep within the First Apostle's residual factor, and was later named the Red Thirst Factor."

He took a step forward and lightly tapped the surface of the transformation chamber with his finger. A series of genetic structural projections suddenly emerged from the water-like metal layer, and several segments of chromosome data and neural synapse diagrams slowly rotated in the air.

"It produces a continuous stimulation of the body's 'combat adaptation feedback', resulting in extremely high reaction speed, pain shielding, adrenal strengthening, and neural bundle unlocking."

"Put it simply."

"It can allow a human who has not yet completed the entire holy casting to enter a state of near-transcendence in the first place."

He paused, his tone slightly self-deprecating:
"Of course, the price is that they will become thirsty for blood."

"Sometimes it's the urge to suck blood, sometimes it's 'instinctive killing desire', the forms are different, but the logic is the same."

"…This is what you call the 'aftereffects'."

He turned around and looked at Tours, his golden pupils like the residual light of a god at sunset.

“But I’m not going to deny it.”

"Red Thirst, not entirely a mistake."

But as soon as these words fell, Tours, who was present, suddenly raised his head.

The fox ears suddenly stood up and trembled slightly, as if instinctively detecting some dangerous aura.

A rare serious expression appeared on his fair and handsome face like a young boy.

"…Are you serious about saying this?"

He stared at Xia Xiu, his tone no longer the nonchalant and playful tone from before, but a cold tone mixed with vigilance and real worry.

"This red thirst gene is similar to the vampires on Terra!"

"Don't forget how many vampires we killed on Terra before. One of your nicknames is Vampire Hunter."

"Those things also thought they were efficient evolution carriers at first."

"The results of it?"

"The fallen were expelled from the human race by the Kingdom of Heaven."

He took a step forward, flicked his fox tail, and said in a colder voice:

"You want to create the Children of the Courtyard, and I support it."

"If you want to push them to the battlefield, I won't stop you."

"But if your next step is to copy an army of vampires - I'm sorry, I will stop you."

"——Even if you are the fourth sword bearer."

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Xia Xiu was not forced to retreat, and did not even frown.

He just looked at Tours quietly with a small smile.

Then he said slowly:

"I understand your concerns."

"I admit it."

"The Red Thirst Factor is indeed dangerous. Once triggered in excess, it will directly tear apart the personality lock and emotional limiting layer."

"But Tulsi—we're not copying vampires."

"The core of the Children of the Courtyard is different from them."

He walked to the conversion cabin and placed his palm on the surface. The silver casing glowed with a faint golden glow, and an anatomical diagram emerged, clearly marking the nineteen organ light chains and nerve pathways.

"The genetic triggering mechanisms and stability of the nineteen core holy cast organs in their bodies all come from the original gene DNA we extracted."

"And these Primarchs are the seeds of the two-way compatibility of divinity and fighting will."

"Their divine elements come from me, and I will guide them so that they become the 'emotional anchors' and 'psychic coordinates' of the entire Holy Casting cycle."

Xia Xiu raised his eyes, speaking in a slow but firm tone:
"The more stable the Primarch is, the stronger the Legion's organs will function, and the fewer mutations like Red Thirst will occur."

"On the contrary, if the Primarch loses balance, a hole will appear in the entire spiritual chain, and the Legion soldiers will fall into frenzy, exhaustion, and corruption."

"But as long as we—"

He paused for a moment, then declared:

"Find and cultivate a sufficiently stable, powerful Primarch with high psychic adaptability, and those fears and genetic repressions will resolve themselves."

"They can even become the 'resonance core' of the entire army."

"With the Primarch as the axis, a reverse psychic resonance mechanism is formed."

"They will stabilize the spiritual frequency band of the entire Children of the Courtyard, repel pollution, and reconstruct the backbone of their will."

Of course, Xia Xiu would not put all his eggs in one basket.

Of course, he would have a backup plan in his cooperation with the Four Lords. These perfect embryos and Primarchs might be... fragments of the Sarkic lineage.

And in the legacy left by Ion, in the paradise within "His Infinity", there lies the throne of this former Lord of Sarkiness - the "Throne of the Sorcerer King".

One of his backup plans is the throne above the inner temple.

The other backup is of course... the big boss of Eden!
Turles was silent for a moment, his fox ears twitching slightly uneasily and his brows furrowed deeply.

He stared into Xia Xiu's eyes, his tone low, but he still didn't let go of the question:
"...these so-called 'primarchs' - where did you get them from?"

"Don't tell me that the Holy Casting Organ grew on its own."

The previous mockery was no longer in his voice, only the instinctive alertness towards the black box of power remained.

Xia Xiu stood in front of the transformation cabin and just looked at him quietly.

The blonde hair moved slightly, and the golden pupils in his eyes seemed to be coated with light gold glass, reflecting calmness and control.

"Members of the Heavenly Kingdom's Resolution Assembly - all have their own secret jurisdiction."

"Although I am currently in the reserve, I still hold some access rights."

"Turles."

His voice became low and steady, like a falling order:
"You just need to know."

"Eden has been tested and everything is under control."

"What I need now is not tracing and dismantling."

"But you."

"You, and everyone present here - assist me in completing the construction of the first batch of gene-seeds and the formation of the first courtyard army."

He raised his hand and pointed at the silver-white conversion cabin.

"War is near."

"The mind suckers won't wait for us to finish arguing about terminology. The conflict between the Golden Court and the Courtyard is becoming more and more acute. The stars above Terra are ready to move, and the countries within Terra are gearing up for action. The Chaos Legion of the Four Lords is eyeing humans covetously, and the remaining gods are trying to take advantage of the chaos to divide us up..."

"Time waits for no one. Heaven doesn't have much time, and neither do we."

"Even if we win the Ivy League war, we still have to face a bigger war."

"The angels from heaven alone are not enough, we need more power."

The air seemed to be still for a moment.

Tours stared at him, staring at those golden eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything, for a long time.

He finally sighed slowly, twitched his ears, flicked his tail, and toned down his aggressive tone.

"...your so-called 'primarchs' will be introduced to me when the time comes."

“We have to make sure they stay on the right path.”

“We can’t let them become another sample of the collapse of faith.”

Xia Xiu nodded, his eyes softening slightly.

"Will do."

"And you should know."

"This batch of gene seeds is only the first set of modules for the courtyard."

"After that, there will be more genetic modules of the Children of the Courtyard."

"We can select the best and breed according to need."

"The children of the courtyard will no longer all look the same."

"It's a legion with a flexible evolutionary path." Tours snorted when he heard this.

"Then I hope you don't make the module into a random personality gacha. I don't want to win a big prize."

The blond young man stroked his chin and said:
"My luck has always been good. Even if I win the jackpot, there will be a corresponding guarantee."

Xia Xiu slowly turned his eyes away from Turles.

The laboratory was still silent. Holy light poured down from the energy ridges of the transformation chamber, illuminating his golden eyes.

His gaze turned to the nine figures standing at the other end of the hall.

The nine original Sons of the Courtyard stand like statues from before the epoch at the threshold of the future.

Some of them carried battle axes on their shoulders, some wore mechanical talismans, some were silent like penitents, and some had sharp expressions like crossbows ready to be fired.

At this moment, Xia Xiu looked at them and spoke word by word:
"Phase I of the Children of the Courtyard's 'Twenty-Four Saints' - must be completed as soon as possible."

The voice was not loud, but it sounded like a divine decree.

"Module compression is a Phase II thing."

“It’s a new template, it’s mass production, it’s the future.”

"But you-"

He paused slightly, his blond hair fluttered slightly, and his halo slowly spun.

“You must be whole.”

"Every organ, every spine, every psychic guide - must be closed."

"Because you are not mass-produced parts."

"You will be the imperial guards guarding the courtyard."

After saying this, he turned around and looked at the tall figure standing in the shadow corner, as quiet as an ice field—the commander of the Imperial Guards, Broly.

Xia Xiu said to him:
"Your Imperial Guard training and construction plan can complete the first phase."

The holy light flickered slightly in the laboratory.

The nine sons of the courtyard looked up at the same time, with no questions or hesitations in their eyes.

There is only a silence called "the order has been given."

And Xia Xiu stood in front of them.

He closed his eyes slightly.

Like lighting a deeper fire—

"Let's go."

"Fill in the gaps in you."

The Son of the Courtyard looked to the Grey Knight Joachim Murat, the most outstanding individual among the nine Sons of the Courtyard.

"Murat, you go first."

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The abyssal operating theater slowly closed.

The holy light structure hanging high in the sky fell down steadily, sealing off the entire space into a silver-white organ-inspired palace.

The temperature dropped suddenly, and the prayers engraved on the wall were recited in a low voice.

Murat was fixed on the central pedestal, the metal panel on his back slowly opened, and twenty-four access ports spread out on both sides of his body like wings of light.

He closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and his blood was waiting to be awakened.

"——Second sequence, nervous system holy casting module, activated."

The sound of the ritual rang out throughout the venue.

The first needle of light rose from behind the operating table, its tip burning with molten golden heat, like a knife of faith piercing into the soul, and slowly fell towards his back.

[The Fifteenth Sacred Cast: Enoch's Spine]

——Psychic dominant nerve. The basic pathway for constructing all the supernatural abilities of the Children of the Courtyard.

It is like the first "nerve column", penetrating deep into the Grey Knight's spinal cord.

Murat shuddered violently, his eyes still closed, but light silver nerve patterns appeared between his brows.

The light trace meandered downwards, and a rune-shaped circuit emerged from the spine on the back, like a divine decree embedded in the root of the soul.

The second ceremonial arm slowly moved.

[The Sixteenth Sacred Cast: Eye of Samuel]

——Visual extension module.

Strengthen the ability to capture high-speed, micro-movement, and supernatural phenomena.

After the ritual crystal needle pierced his left and right eyes, a burning golden halo appeared around his irises, as if illuminating the true nature of falsehood and the trajectory of psychic energy.

Murat's breathing was rapid, but he did not struggle.

The third device is like a chain of silver needles, accurately locating the nerve plexus behind the ear.

[Seventeenth Sacred Cast: Matthew’s Ear]

——Counteract psychic interference and frequency-divided auditory control.

After the nerve was embedded, all the surrounding sounds suddenly became as deep as the abyss, and only the leaps of light frequency echoed like a poem.

Murat clenched his teeth gently, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead.

The fourth module is implanted behind the skull.

[The Eighteenth Holy Casting: Joshua's Marrow]

——Thought conductor.

Strengthen the accuracy of logical calculations, combat response and mission execution.

This is no longer "obeying" but "foreknowledge".

The path in his consciousness flashed into thousands of branches, and Murat could choose the most stable one in just a moment.

His eyelids fluttered, and his entire body seemed to become the tactic itself.

The fifth holy casting fell like a crown.

[The Nineteenth Sacred Casting: The Skull of Habakkuk]

——Personality anchoring device.

Prevent soul confusion and will collapse.

At this moment, Murat's forehead was pierced by a burning light, as if an invisible sword had nailed into the core of his consciousness.

But he still didn't open his eyes, only his chest rose and fell violently, and his soul was shaking violently but he didn't fall down.

The Sixth Holy Casting——Surging with ice-blue energy.

[The 20th Holy Casting: Wheel of Mary]

——Ether pollution reversal device, building an internal purification mechanism.

A thin tube like mercury was injected into the carotid artery, instantly cooling the blood.

Murat opened his mouth and let out a low roar, a roar not of pain, but rather like the roar of a ship breaking through the waves in a storm.

The Seventh Sacred Cast is like a chain entwined into the depths of consciousness.

[The 21st Holy Casting: Xilu's Dream]

——Tactical prediction module.

Provides the ability to predict anomalies and deduce the mysteries.

The moment it was implanted, thousands of combat simulations appeared in Murat's mind at the same time, as if he saw the future that had not yet unfolded.

His breathing became uncontrollable again, but he did not struggle. He just let it all sink into the deep sea of ​​consciousness.

Finally - the sixteenth holy casting slowly fell.

[The 22nd Holy Cast: The Tongue of Babel]

Taste-detecting nerves allow him to taste potential foods.

This organ is implanted in the back of the mouth.

By chewing or tasting, the children of the yard can detect a variety of natural toxins, some chemicals, and even the unique smells of certain organisms.

The Children of the Courtyard can even track their targets by smell alone.

[Other holy creations: …………]

In the operating room, Xia Zhengxi controlled the instrument step by step according to the feedback.

To be honest, it took him almost a blink of an eye to complete the holy casting. After all, the status of the crown was there.

But the Son of the Courtyard might not have it so easy.

【Drip drip-】

【Triggering the danger threshold! 】

(End of this chapter)