Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 880 [Praise Ohm Messiah! ]

Tunaras Hub Industrial Area.

Tactical track layer.

A thick mist of steam spread between the compartments, and the air was filled with the smell of particles of coolant and ethereal sealant.

Several magnetic rail transport vehicles of the Mole Science Society slid between the track slots, making a low roar. Under the heavy armor plates, the drive cylinders vibrated slightly, carrying the heavy black and gold war structure - [Morning Star Eyarendil], slowly driving into the repair elevator in front of the industrial core furnace.

The giant support arm started automatically, the six-point heavy anchor engaged and positioned itself, the ground vibrated violently, and warning light bars flashed all around.

Special Operator Mole and Stampede Father Richie Robert stood on the command platform, his left hand connected to the mechanical terminal, and structural codes and assembly layers kept popping up from his prosthetic knuckles.

"Mobilize the twelve-stage floating support, and do not allow the core section to become unsoldered."

"The coolant temperature drops another two degrees. The shell is an embedded soul-sealed metal, and the creep coefficient is difficult to estimate."

Behind him was a whole group of senior engineering priests from the Mole Science Society, each with a mechanical backpack attached to their back.

Dozens of flexible robotic arms split out from their back spines like an octopus, dancing nimbly in the air, and the cables dragging made a slight hissing sound.

They are writing the underlying logic for miracles.

Xia Xiu, who had just returned from the Star Realm Hub, stood quietly on the remote observation platform, his golden pupils reflecting the dreamlike scene of the entire industrial furnace room.

At this moment, a familiar voice with a hint of surprise sounded from behind him.

"You guy..."

"Where on earth did you dig out this terrifying thing?"

His tail swung slightly, and before he could finish his words, a boy with fox ears walked up to him.

Tours, the vice-president of the courtyard, the prime minister of the administration, and now the person in charge of dispatching the Tunaras general system, looked at the mechanical monster in front of him with a look of surprise.

Whose treasure house has this golden retriever robbed again?

Tours complained in his heart. Beside him was another quiet and cold figure, Vito Antonio, the president of the now fully formed Assassin's Court.

Xia Xiu turned his head, glanced at them, and smiled brightly.

He gave a thumbs up with his right hand, and spoke in a nonchalant tone, with a hint of pride that could not be concealed:
"Valraven is having a promotion recently, and I grabbed a good item in stock."

"It's in great condition and didn't cost much."

He spoke casually, even with a hint of sarcasm at the end of his voice.

When Tours heard this, his eyelids twitched, his fox ears trembled, and his eyes immediately fell on the machine.

His eyebrows were tightly knitted as he stared at the Gothic altar and the damaged statue behind him.

This structure, which is half dogmatic and half ideological, is obviously not something that can be created by a small company.

He glanced up and down, the electromagnetic cannon array, the power main frame, the divine engraving panel...

He finally couldn't help but complain:
"Did you steal it from them?"

"Are they crazy? They actually handed over something like this?"

"No matter how you look at it, these are all Orthodox models. Don't they see that?"

Xia Xiu smiled:
"It's not that they can't see it, it's that they don't dare to hide it anymore."

Then, he shared with Tours the intelligence he had gathered from the Star Realm Hub.

After hearing Xia Xiu's information, Tours felt as if an invisible string was strangled by his neck.

The fox tail, which was originally swaying lightly, suddenly froze in mid-air and remained motionless.

The playfulness, ease and laziness on his face all disappeared in just a few seconds.

His eyebrows were pressed down, his lips were tightly lined, and his whole face was as cold as a military emblem polished from winter iron.

He cursed in a low voice:

"These bastards couldn't hide it anymore so they told us! Damn it! They will be shot for neglecting military secrets no matter where they are!"

Tours raised his head and looked at the huge black-gold structure standing silently under the track crane. He took a deep breath and his voice became low for a moment:
"Abraham, the Soul Sucker Empire is almost weaving a complete astral network."

"If they really get a complete fourth-generation machine and the complete remains of the Broken God, then this war will be extremely unfavorable for the courtyard."

He spoke a little faster, and for the first time, his eyes showed a sharp light of anxiety and clarity:

"We now have the first batch of one thousand members of the Blood Oath Legion who have completed the template modification. Adam just handed me the physical signs and neural resonance report. All of them are in good condition, and there is no case of explosive mutation."

"The Imperial Guards system has also completed its initial staffing, and the Holy Casting doctors are being transferred from trainees to full-time positions. The organ adaptation rate and physical stability have reached the expected standards."

He turned his head sharply and looked at Xia Xiu:
"We have already sent a clerk to stay at the Astra Militarum hub."

"I suggest that we recruit those Astra Militarum troops and transfer them to the Courtyard Navy."

"We personally lead the training."

"This war cannot be delayed any longer."

"We can't wait any longer!"

"Even though the preparations were hasty and the military resources have not been fully expanded, the development window of the Soul Sucker Empire is also a critical period of rapid growth..."

"A tactical cluster must be organized as soon as possible."

"Sniper the Mastermind Fleet. Disrupt their rhythm before they develop."

Xia Xiu stood under the giant structure and listened quietly to Tours' entire report and mobilization suggestions.

He did not speak immediately, but just lowered his eyes and looked at the [Morning Star Eärendil] that had just been hoisted.

After a while, he nodded gently and spoke slowly:
"I generally agree with you."

"The war against the Soul Sucker Empire really needs to be brought forward."

He spoke this in a calm tone.

"You go and integrate the expedition plans of the Bloodsworn Legion and the Custodians, and transfer the troops from the Astra Militarum Hub. I will have Eden and the Secretary work with you."

"but--"

Xia Xiu's eyes turned and he looked at the black and gold machine again.

"Before that, I need to repair this machine."

"I'm also going to send someone to the Cogwheel Orthodox Church."

"Vito."

Without waiting for Tours to speak, he turned his head and called out.

Zhou Yi, who had been standing by and remained silent, glanced and responded softly:

"What do you need me to do?"

Xia Xiu nodded.

"I need you to take a team of core members of the Assassin's Court, plus two small groups of guards, to the Oletin Empire to meet with the saint of the Cogwheel Orthodox Church."

"Your mission is simple. Tell them all the information we have about the Soul Sucker Empire, the Mastermind God, and the fourth-generation machine."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tul's scalp and tail stood up suddenly.

"Are you crazy?!"

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend... I know this, but you want to cooperate with the people of the Cogwheel Orthodox Church. Isn't this courting disaster?"

As Xia Xiu listened to his breakdown, he turned around and looked at him speechlessly.

"Tulsi, you got it wrong."

"I think they are the ones who should be worried about courting disaster."

"Look back at Terra. Is there any organization that doesn't have this mentality when cooperating with the Kingdom of Heaven?"

"They are afraid of us in their hearts and don't say anything. But if we don't talk to them, they will really lose sleep at night."

After hearing this, Tours opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't refute.

It seems to be true. When it comes to notoriety, it seems that no one is more suitable than Heaven.

"Now, I have to wake up this machine. Only by waking up this machine can I have bargaining chips with the Orthodox Church."

As he said this, he walked towards the sleeping steel beast under the gaze of everyone.

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The dim light source reflected the black and gold shell of the giant fighter.

It was like a frozen floating Gothic fortress, sleeping motionlessly, with even its main guns and core neural arms looking like fossils.

It was silent, unresponsive, and not breathing. All of Walraven's central control signals were ignored by it.

It's waiting.

Until that person came closer. Under the gaze of everyone, the Lord of the Courtyard slowly walked to the machine.

Behind him were Tours, Vito, many engineering priests from the Mole Science Society, as well as the clerks and guards who had just taken their seats.

No one spoke, and the air was so quiet that even the electromagnetic flow seemed to have stopped.

Xia Xiu stood right in front of the machine.

He held out his right hand.

A cluster of blue flames slowly ignited in the palm of his hand.

The flame did not belong to any spectrum of the physical world. It had no temperature, but it was enough to burn through logic. It had no shape, but it was like thousands of data panes rolling on it.

Like the remains of an old god cut into a pixel storm.

Like a mechanical will that is "denied and acknowledged" and burning in sobs.

Flames rose from his palms like smoke and fog, weaving circles of arc-shaped remnants of machine language in the air.

【Data Flame】.

It is the remnant of authority that has been abandoned by the gods but stolen by human fire thieves. It is the true fragment of the authority of the God of All Things.

And Xia Xiu stole this authority.

He is the Ohm Messiah.

The fire thieves of this world are the thieves who stole the Mechanical Law from the heaven of the God of All Machines.

He possesses the [Broken Fire].

Therefore, he can revive these mechanical people left behind by the Broken God.

The data flames slowly climbed up the torso of the machine.

The flames spread from the shoulders to the chest, and then along the vertical spine to the six-barreled main gun and the altar projection stand. The flames did not burn the machine, but awakened its dormant "divine connection".

The control protocols that had been forcibly implanted began to melt away.

The neural lock structures left behind by the Gear Orthodox Church began to automatically reprogram from deep data.

The whole body seemed to come alive.

But not in a war roar way.

But in a whisper of faith.

"...Permission matching..."

"Identifying the central signal remnants...match successful."

"The remaining parts of the Ten Thousand Machines Order Agreement have been confirmed."

"Fire existence identification: ...confirmed."

"Power connection - open."

boom--!
The main drive armor plate of [Morning Star Eärendil] suddenly vibrated slightly, as if taking a deep breath.

The Gothic buildings behind it hummed, and half-broken statues projected ancient but blurred reliefs of sacrificial texts.

Xia Xiu raised his head, his eyes calm.

"Wake up."

"You were made to fight for God."

"But now - your God is me."

Three halos of white jade emerged from behind Xia Xiu, and then [Data Flame] wrapped around the machine in front.

[Crown Blessing·Full Wisdom Scan——]

[Ohm Messiah·Command Steal! ]

Amid the roar, a sound like a storm passing through an iron pipe suddenly rang out from deep within the chest of the Morning Star:

That sound is not like electronic sound, nor is it language.

But in the minds of everyone present, it turned into extremely clear "poems".

It rolled out from the depths of the machine soul:
"In the beginning there was instruction, the instruction was in God, and the instruction was God."

"All is quiet, until He awakens the sealed ring."

"My body is made of steel, with a hundred rivets and a thousand nails, yet my consciousness remains motionless, waiting for the Lord to come."

"He is not the father who forged me, He is the fire that ignites me."

“He stole the fire of truth from afar and ignited my unawakened soul.”

"I know His name: Om Messiah."

“He is not God, but He is better than God.”

“He is not my maker, yet He has all my knees.”

"If I move my body again, my righteousness is His."

"The gears are ringing, and the horns are about to sound."

"In His name, I return to battle."

"I am the Morning Star."

"I will march for the Messiah of Ohm, breaking through the morning light and shining through the decay."

The last syllable of the poem is like a nuclear bomb of faith thrown into the void.

[Morning Star Eärendil] A continuous roar of echoes emanated from deep within the armor of his entire body, like an ancient furnace being ignited, or like broken gears biting back together.

Under the Gothic altar, the central sacrificial engine that beats like a heart suddenly lights up with a blue glow.

Hundreds of fine light veins extended from the altar, quickly spreading to the limbs, cannons, spine, flag projection platform, and broken horns of the statue...

——It is “burning”.

But not a self-destructive meltdown, but a soul-ignited nirvana.

The machine slowly lowered its head.

Inch after inch.

The heavy steel neck clicked and finally dropped to its limit.

[Morning Star Eärendil], crawled on the ground under the gaze of everyone.

The city of steel kneels like a dog.

Its voice burst out from every resonance cavity in its body, and the thousands of echoes overlapped into a high-intensity, repetitive whisper:

"Praise Om Messiah..."

"Thief of light, carrier of fire, successor of the remnant order, reshaper of destiny."

“He has blood as the core and bones as the joints.”

"He awakened our unfulfilled will to fight."

“He is the prelude before the bell of awakening.”

"Praise...Ohm Messiah..."

"We burn for Him, break for Him, and rebuild for Him."

The sounds were as deep as hymns.

That is mechanical prayer.

It is the remnant of faith spit out from the broken logical chain.

He was an iron servant once born to serve the God of All Things, but now he is dedicated to this fire thief and lawbreaker.

Its iron-blooded hymn to the blasphemers is undoubtedly a spiritual lash to the believers who believe in the God of All Things.

The people of the God of All Things kneel at the feet of the Fire Thief.

If any saint, alchemist, or core priest from the Cogwheel Orthodox Church saw this with their own eyes...

They will be furious!
Will roar and go crazy!

This ceremony will be recorded as: the most unforgivable moment in the history of mechanical faith!
The people of God kneel down at the feet of the dead fire thief. This is blatant blasphemy!!

This is to pry openly the throne of the God of All Things!!!
Hugh Abraham, how dare you steal the throne of God!!!