Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 870: The upcoming promotion of the Sarkic class and the new flesh-and-blood enemy.

Just as Xia Xiu expected.

Even for the most outstanding Son of the Courtyard of Phase I, it would still be an unbearable burden to bear the complete transformation of the Twenty-Four Saints at once without any transition.

It wasn't just simple pain.

It was the process of the soul being torn into pieces, and then pieced together and reconstructed bit by bit in the high-density divine circuit. It was a cremation ceremony in the inner world, completely burning the "old man", and then the holy casting molded the ashes into a qualified warrior.

During this process, red lines on the feedback panel crisscrossed, light pulses were overloaded, and surgical nerves frequently triggered alarms.

This should be an extremely dangerous critical state.

But Xia Xiu——was not panicked at all.

He knew this would happen.

Because he came prepared.

After completing the work of the First Apostle, what he gained was more than just a [template for constructing gene seeds].

In the final rain of fire when the star shell fell, he also took away a legacy deeper than genes;
That is……

Fragments of the Sarkic lineage.

Not only that, from that moment on, a long-closed structure in his body began to resonate quietly.

That was a long time ago, deep in the battlefield of the "Green Sun War", he had picked up a fragment burning with chaotic light from the Green Sun's domain.

That was the fragment of one of the Six Sarkic Lords—the Fourth Archon, Elios.

In Sarkic "mythology", their power comes from the Lord of Flesh and Blood - [His Infinity].

One of the ancient names recorded in the forbidden texts of the Sarkic Genealogy.

His essence has never been a simple thinking entity, nor is it the observing eye of the outer gods.

He is an evolution of unconscious instinct, a blind but never-ending devouring logic.

He is called by believers:

"His throat is covered,"
"A faceless angel who feeds on the stars",
"Not knowing compassion, only knowing the source of birth and death."

Its very existence means: "Living beings are not created, but are by-products of His exhalation and swallowing."

Sarkites believe that this entity has transformed the multiverse into an altar, upon which humanity's existence, and that of all biological life, was brought into existence as a sacrifice.

The Unintelligent Lord of Flesh and Blood has six alien entities on his body, namely the "Six Commanders".

Carnal texts describe these entities as faceless manifestations of primordial chaos, whose true form cannot be understood by the human mind, describing them as "horrible and greedy angels".

According to legend, there were six challenges presented to Ion by the Six Archons.

After passing his trials, Ion fully mastered the rituals and practices of Sarkicism - ascending from the "constraints" of mortal limitations.

According to the information Xia Xiu had obtained when he entered the inner hall earlier, the Six Commanders were the key to completing the Sarkic Idols and the [Sarkic Think Tank - Yaldabaoth].

As long as someone can complete the six commanders, he will take over Ion's position.

Become the lineage master of the... Sarkic lineage that controls [the vastness He covers].

Now, Xia Xiu is walking on that road.

And it is going further and further.

Because from the moment Xia Xiu sealed the First Apostle into his own shadow, the incomplete fragments of the [Fourth Archon] began to slowly "repair".

It was as if two twisted bloodlines—the fates of the two worlds met.

It’s no longer just a cold relic.

No longer just the dry bones of the "Fourth Archon".

It - is alive.

It started to fill in.

Like the stitching of blood, like the broken bones of two twisted divine systems approaching each other, as if crossing the abyss of history and causality - making an unspeakable fateful intersection.

The logic of the Fourth Archon does not comprehend human nature, but only resonates outside of order:

——Any individual who dares to bear the complete molding of the twenty-four saints will, in essence, awaken a certain "identity mark that is above human".

It knows that kind of person.

It remembers.

It had been torn and shaped by that kind of people.

Like, Ion.

Just like the Destroyer of the old era, he also accepted the challenge of the Six Commanders with a burning will, and forged Chaos into a legion in fire and flesh.

Those people, those first followers of Ion, were once called by the world - the Great Enemies of Flesh and Blood.

Ion walked over to them, stepped barefoot over the ashes of the gods, and said to them:
“We will preach our Word until the whole world knows our truth.”

When the Daevite Empire brutally oppressed humanity and deprived them of their will and form in the name of the gods, Ion raised the blade of resistance. He declared war on the world, vowing to destroy the old gods and reshape flesh and blood.

He created the enemy of flesh and blood.

As He infused His divinity and Sarkic particles into those bodies, He spoke thus:
"Oh, child, when I tore myself apart to remake you;

You must remember this pain.

Come, the ground beneath your feet will be the place where you bear your scars,

Come, the sky above you will be the place where your scars are left.

Look the old gods in the eye and declare:

Our souls refuse to die."

At that moment, a torrent of blood and flesh surged to the horizon.

When the Daeva flags collapsed from all over the world, the humans, who had been ravaged to the limit, thought they had finally won the future.

They sang a triumphant song.

They called Ion the savior.

But before the victory was truly achieved, the flesh-and-blood enemies created by Ion, who were no longer completely "human", came like a wave.

They declared that the world returned to the resonance of flesh and blood and rejected the definition of gods and order.

The Sarkic allies once worshipped them, and cursed them, for they became the new enemy.

They are called cancer, scourge, and chaos cultists.

——They were hopes, but became fears.

Now, Xia Xiu stands in the middle of this road of destiny.

He shaped the Sons of the Courtyard, embedded the Holy Cast, constructed the Legion, and kneaded human flesh and blood with divinity into weapons.

People in the world today only know that he is the fourth sword-bearer in Heaven.

He is the executor of the law, the spokesperson of glory, and the sharp sword under the divine power.

But if that day comes.

What if there really is a land that glimpses him as not God’s agent, but Ion’s successor?
What if there really was a country, an army, or a group of believers who witnessed that the divine curves engraved on the body of the Holy Cast Legion... were actually exactly the same as the flesh-and-blood enemy of that year?
Will they then also say:

“That’s not the fourth sword bearer of Heaven.

That's Ion coming back.

That was the Destroyer that was recast after the flesh and blood of the god was torn apart."

At that time, Xia Xiu will no longer be just the Sword of Heaven, but a new "cancer".

Xia Xiu knew this clearly.

Standing at the mouth of fate, he could naturally hear the whispers from the past:
“You are repeating history.”

"You are the new master of the Flesh and Blood Enemy."

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However, there are still some subtle differences between the current Children of the Courtyard and the flesh-and-blood enemies of the past.

The difference is that the Lord of the Courtyard is both the heir of Sarkic flesh and an angel of heaven.

The Kingdom of Heaven will not allow the Children of the Courtyard to get out of control. Behind the fourth sword-bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven are also Eden and Yahweh.

And ever since the fragment of the [Fourth Archon Elios] was thoroughly "chewed" in the seal of the First Apostle, he has smelled a familiar but long-lost scent.

It is the whisper of "devour and reproduce," an echo of class that rises from the bottom of the Sarkic spectrum.

Xia Xiu's Sarkic class bottleneck is loosening.

He knew clearly that the Sarkic lineage was never a simple theological worship.

It is a complete, malleable and stackable divine structural system.

It does not talk about faith, it talks about "composition" and "completion".

It was because of this that, when he was still an executor of a forbidden experiment, he gradually ascended from "Olin of the First Class" to "Zande of the Second Class" and "Volutar of the Third Class", becoming the so-called patriarch of a secular Sarkic cult.

That was the first time he felt the power slowly reconstructing itself in his bones.

He had thought that the Sword Bearer of Heaven was of a high enough status to suppress the resonance of all other systems.

The truth is:

After he became the fourth sword bearer in heaven, he indeed never performed the [holy meal ceremony] again.

He intends to cool the Sarkic lineage.

Deliberately not touching.

The current promotion system of the Sarkic race, namely the [Sacred Communion Ceremony], has problems. He cannot make the Sarkic cultists become the new... Ion. This class promotion path is only a road to slavery, and is definitely not the way of flesh and blood left by Ion.

Therefore, he sealed his Sarkic genealogy in the deepest part of his soul, like hiding the fangs of an ancient god.

——But fate and structure never stop because of self-control.

It just lurks, waiting for the return of "meaning".

Now, when the fragments of the Fourth Archon fell like gears into the long-broken "Crown Chain", the long-lost ripples of promotion instantly echoed.

It was a thrilling feeling.

A pilgrimage from a lower being.

Recognition from the pedigree.

From the invisible Sarkic staircase - "You can continue to climb."

He heard a sound.

Not a language.

Deep in the bone marrow, there is a warm, slippery fluid that carries the nourishment of blood and flesh, quietly sliding through each nerve.

Every drop says:

"You have met the requirements."

“You’re reshaping the frontier.”

"You are not a manager, you are a breeder."

"You are not a follower, you are a 'reinventor'."

[Volutar], the wise man.

Xia Xiu has been stuck in this class for a long time.

In the Sarkic spectrum, this layer is equivalent to the local cult builders and divine structure analysts, and is the middle layer that "knows what sacrifice is, but cannot create it themselves."

And now, he feels that "promotion" is slowly beginning.

He did not perform the ritual of divine communion.

He didn't even found the Sarkic Order.

He just started doing one thing -

Build a legion.

Using oneself as a template, the Holy Forge as an exoskeleton, and the gene seed as a fetal shell - using the logic of the Sarkic lineage, constructing a "divine vessel structure within the system".

And Sarkicism recognizes this.

Recognized his "creative act".

The next level of promotion is already starting to loosen up:
[The fourth level - Kasiste], known to the world as the Flesh Warlock, is the bishop level of the secular church.

As long as he completes the Imperial Guard plan and completes the complete casting and personality stabilization of the first batch of Sons of the Courtyard.

Promotion will be inevitable.

Dong dong dong dong————

At this moment, the violent convulsions caused the operating table to shake slightly.

The body of Grey Knight Joachim Murat was struggling.

No, it's disintegrating.

The psychic structure was completely broken due to the forced fusion of the holy cast nerves. The holy cast genes burned the blood, shattered the personality, and the spinal cord load was unbalanced...

His body was calling for help, but his consciousness had already fallen into the abyss of silence.

The lights on the consoles throughout the operating room were in chaos and alarms sounded one after another.

But Xia Xiu didn't move.

He stood beside the operating table, his eyes never wavering.

His right hand slowly raised.

The air in his palm was torn apart by some unspeakable structure, as if a layer of skin of reality was gently peeled off by his fingertips.

[Entry·Flesh Shaping]

— appeared in his palm.

It was an ancient and simple set of techniques that Xia Xiu had memorized when he was a student.

It was the original foundation he had learned in the Sarkic faction and the first brick in building the Sarkic path.

But this time, it's different.

The moment [Flesh Shaping] appeared, a red spiral mark quietly ignited on the back of his hand.

It looked like a symbol formed by blood vessels growing wildly and solidifying, or like a mark drawn by fire on bones.

——[Mark of Ion].

It is not called out.

But appear on your own.

At that moment, Xia Xiu suddenly understood:

He no longer needs the [Divine Meal Ceremony].

He does not need to chew sacrifices, does not need to be awakened by dripping blood, and does not need to offer fragments of divinity in exchange for a response.

He has been able to - without alarming Him - cut off parts of [the vastness He covers] on his own.

That is what is called - "Flesh of God".

It's like scooping up a bucket of water from the ocean.

He is too big to notice.

I wouldn't care.

Xia Xiu's will was calm, precise, and closed enough not to disturb the sleeper.

So, the moment he raised his hand, the void trembled slightly.

It was as if some kind of "body" that could not be seen by humans was slowly being "pulled" out from the cracks in a higher dimension.

The flesh of God.

That is the original structure that has never been finalized by the Creator, beyond all forms, beliefs, ethics, and reason - the original creation template.

It floated in the palm of his hand.

Squirming.

It emits a faint sound wave, like the sound before a baby cries.

Beneath the crimson epidermis are faint veins of light flowing with divine particles.

It is "the organization of God" and also "an instinctive distortion that cannot be understood."

Any other Sarkite would have been devoured or contaminated by now.

But Xia Xiu is different.

He doesn't need control.

He just ordered.

His soul has been recognized by the structure of the Six Commanders.

Xia Xiu's will is now part of the "implicit command relay" of the Sarkic lineage.

He stared at the ball of divine flesh in his hand.

Then, he reached out and gently pressed it into the Grey Knight's torn chest.

No stitching.

There is no exclusion.

That ball of divine flesh flowed into the tissue like water, automatically attaching, penetrating, resonating and fusing.

It was like a long-lost mother finally finding her lost fetus.

Joachim trembled violently, tears and blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, but his vital signs stabilized.

Psionic feedback reconstruction.

Personality locks re-anchored.

The mad impact of the defilement of God's Flesh was completely absorbed by the Fourth Archon in Xia Xiu's body.

The system prompts disappeared, the alarm lights went out, and the entire operating room fell silent.

Xia Xiu slowly withdrew his hand. The [Seal of Ion] on the back of his hand had not yet dissipated, but was slightly dimmed, as if there was still some warmth left.

He didn't speak.

He just looked at the operating table, at the "person" who was rescued, the first Son of the Courtyard in his hands, who was reconstructed by divine flesh.

The true Sarkic lineage began to slowly revive in Xia Xiu's hands.

The so-called Children of the Courtyard will be a part of the new Sarkic lineage recognized by the new Sarkic lineage. They are not in the Sarkic lineage, but are recognized by the Sarkic lineage.

Maybe they really are from the new era...

——Flesh and blood enemy!