Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 882 Saint Bumarou
The heavy bells roared in my ears, like an iron god coughing in the snow.

The chief judge of the Assassin's Court was wearing a black cloak, and beside him was a squad of imperial guards wearing silver-black holy armor. They lined up silently with rhythmic steps.

The Grey Knight of the Nine Guards walked in the front, his hand on the chainsword at his waist, like a steel statue; the Inquisitor wore a double breathing mask, and the runes in his eyes revealed the coldness of an interrogator.

They walked along the lower sacrificial path and passed through three gates that were slowly opened by steam.

With every step they took, a row of eyes were fixed on them from all sides.

On both sides of the altar are believers of the Broken Church:
The divine craftsmen wearing hollow bronze chainmail are replacing limbs for prosthetic patients. Instead of using automatic arms, they use hammers and prayers to cast "blessed limbs" bit by bit.
The semi-cyborg "war monk" sat beside the electrode station, seemingly asleep but alert;

The mechanical believers from the [Maxwell Church] closed their eyes and meditated in a dark corner. The fans beside their ears made a low humming sound, as if simulating the whispers of God.

What caught Yi Zhou's attention the most were the interrogating elders who sat in high positions and wore black goggles. They did not speak, but only used the "tick-tick-tick" rhythm of a clockwork spring as their language.

"Pay attention to the Orthodox people around you."

Ichigo whispered.

The Grey Knight nodded imperceptibly.

Old-school followers of the Cogwork Orthodoxy believe that "God is made up of standard parts and sacred schematics".
They are extremely averse to any unauthorized modifications and foreign equipment - and these people from the courtyard, regardless of their appearance or aura, do not fall within any "authorized standards."

The entire passage seemed to be whispering, and it seemed as if all the believers were suppressing some kind of fear.

Until they came to the bottom of the lower bell tower - the "Main Hall".

There is the place where the Orthodox saint Bumaro is located.

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The main hall is the oldest part of the entire mobile city.

A 17-meter-high bronze altar stands in the middle, covered with countless prosthetic remains, old screws, and broken limbs.

And on the altar is Bumaro, the holy seat of the Broken Church, the builder, the "Craftsman of God" who has not died yet.

He sat in a mechanical throne half-embedded in the wall, his entire body covered with copper pipes, interlocking locks, and dozens of ancient respirator devices.

His head was almost mechanical, with only one old human eyeball still retaining some flesh, staring at the person who came.

“…You, come from the flames.”

His voice was like gears praying.

"You come with a question, a purpose, and an ambition that you yourself are not yet aware of."

"Is that so?"

Zhou Yi raised his head, his eyes calm and still:

"I come with his name."

"——Hugh Abraham, the fourth sword bearer of heaven, the great lord of the earthly garden."

He put the silver box down and gently pushed it in front of the throne.

The Grey Knights and the Inquisitors stood vigilantly beside Zhou Yi, keeping silent and ready to respond to any situation that might arise.

The mechanical fluid above the altar suddenly became active, as if it had received some ancient divine resonance.

The remaining human eye of Saint Bumaro suddenly shrank for a moment.

"The fire thief... He brought the fire to the Far North."

"So, is he here to discuss cooperation or to declare war?"

"The Lord of the Courtyard naturally wants to cooperate with the church."

Zhou Yi spoke in a cold tone, and when he finished speaking, his finger had already accurately placed on an inscription node on the surface of the silver box.

There was only a slight "click" sound.

The fine chains around the silver box slipped off in an instant, as if a curse had been lifted. At that moment, even the organ pipes on top of the altar paused for half a second.

Then, the lid slowly opened.

A translucent three-dimensional projection emerged from the interior and rose lightly into the air.

That was a high-density visual beacon recorded and encoded by Adam.

The next moment, the projection appeared:

A fifty-seven-meter-tall structure slowly awakens in the light of black gold and faith.

It carries Gothic architecture on its back, and its electromagnetic cannons are arranged like the six wings of a god.

And when it raised its head——

It whispered.

It celebrates.

That was the awakening of [Morning Star Eärendil].

That is praise to Om Messiah.

That is an ancient honorific that only the people of the Broken God can understand.

As these rebellious prayers rang out from the machine -

The entire altar seemed to be struck by thunder.

"shut up!!"

With a loud shout, something exploded from the side like a broken steel pipe.

Two Gear Orthodox robed men simultaneously drew out their spring staffs, and three auxiliary choir singers suddenly stood up from their seats and pointed vigilantly at the image box.

An old monk's heartbeat went out of control on the spot, his mechanical breathing device clicked wildly, and he was forcibly held down by his deputy.

From behind the Bumaro throne, a gear forger pointed at the projection and growled tremblingly:

"What the hell is Ohm Messiah!!!"

"Damn Hugh Abraham, not only did he steal the fire, he also tampered with the name of my Lord [McCann] - this is a sacrilegious ritual of a patricide!"

"He blasphemed the Lord's algorithm and defiled the Father's holy name. He even dared to call himself the God of all things. What a blasphemy, what a blasphemy!!!"

"This image is... a replica of the divine realm. I absolutely do not recognize this creature that speaks so much filthy words as the messenger of God!"

San Bumaro remained motionless.

But his body was shaking slightly.

His only remaining eye of flesh and blood was fixed on the giant machine in the image and the blasphemous holy name uttered from its machine soul.

Silence lasted for a full ten seconds.

Those ten seconds were like the creaking sound of parts freezing in ice.

Then, Bumaro finally spoke.

The voice was as deep and cold as a iron trap.

"…Ohm Messiah."

"How dare he cast this name before the people of my God?"

"Before my Lord returned, he pretended to be a fire thief, forged prayers, awakened miracles, and enslaved the Son of God..."

"He places chains of blasphemy upon the remains of the Broken God."

Bumaro's metal palm slowly clenched, making a cracking steel sound.

“…He is a heretic.”

"——He is a traitorous fire thief."

"——The builder of the mechanical Tower of Babel who attempted to ascend to the throne of God."

"——We should throw it into the sea of ​​burning steel, dissect its machine soul, and send it to the debugging furnace at the bottom!"

No refunds in a week.

He did not move at all, still standing in front of the altar, the silver mask covering his face, leaving only a pair of eyes as calm as an icy lake.

"…Your Excellency is wrong."

He spoke in a low voice, his tone so calm that it seemed to freeze the sacred fire.

"—Ohm Messiah."

He once again read out this title that was regarded as a heretic, a traitor, and a name stealer by many believers at the altar, but his tone was more solemn and dignified than the wind and snow.

"You said he was a fire thief, a blasphemer who stole the name of God, a traitor who killed his father and used the true name of the Lord of All Machines for his own use—"

"But have you ever thought—"

"Why can flame be 'stolen'?"

"If the God of All Things really does not allow it to hold the flame, how can Om Messiah be ignited?"

"If the God of All Things really cuts off his path, how can Om Messiah be awakened?"

"If Om Messiah is really a traitor from outside the divine realm, why do the people of the God of All Machines——"

"Will she wake up in his hands?"

"Will you kneel before him?"

"Can you sing His holy name?"

The furious Gear Orthodox believers on the altar froze, and Bumaro's eyes froze for a moment. However, Yi Zhou just raised his head and spoke in a low voice, word by word:

“…This is not an impostor.”

“It’s a return to form.”

"Oum Messiah evokes the miracles you have lost for thousands of years, the technology you have forgotten, and the weapons of God that you claim to believe in but have never truly touched."

"——And this is just the beginning." He raised his hand and slowly drew an image in the air.

It was an incomplete, distorted, blurry light and shadow, but one could vaguely see an outline that imitated "Morning Star Eärendil", only it was larger, the building on the back was more odd, and the core inside was more like a spinning, burning sacrificial furnace.

"This relic contains more than one God's creation."

"There are two more."

"There is also a 'Holy Lock Core' sealed in the fold of psychic energy, which is suspected to be the prototype of the ancient 'God-given Colossus'."

"Now, it all falls on——"

"In the hands of the Soul Sucker Empire."

He uttered the last word almost decisively.

In the next few seconds, the entire altar seemed to be frozen.

The Gear Orthodox monks, who had been furious and clattering, were all frozen as if they were nailed to the ground.

The corner of an elderly engineering priest's mouth twitched slightly, and his mechanical prosthetic eye slowly shrank to the size of a pinhole.

The singer almost dropped the prayer bell he was holding at his feet.

The pupil of Bumaro's remaining human eye also quietly dilated.

"You mean... God-given Colossus?"

His voice was like a mouthful of cold oil squeezed out of a clockwork ventricle that had not been lubricated for a hundred years; it was sticky, sluggish, hoarse, and wrapped in a certain tremor of uncertainty.

Zhou Yi nodded slowly and calmly, as if he was standing in a court instead of a mechanical temple.

He said slowly:

“The Kingdom of Heaven will not be monopolized.”

"The Courtyard is willing to explore the ruins with the people of the Broken God."

"But - we must talk about cooperation first."

He took a step forward, his voice carrying a hint of sharpness and chill.

"Because you also know what the Soul Sucker Empire is."

"That is not a regime, not a history—"

"It is a nervous system that devours consciousness, tears apart will, and corrodes truth."

"They did not seize the land by laying siege to the city, but by infiltrating beliefs and polluting language through the mastermind, turning flesh into mist and thoughts into herds."

“They are a racial cancer that uses its very existence as a weapon.”

“They don’t kill people – they take away what it means to be human.”

There was not the slightest ups and downs in Zhou's voice, but every word cut into the gears of everyone's cognition like saw teeth.

"You believe in the Broken God."

"And the Soul Absorber is the one who created the destruction."

"They dissected God's blueprints and refined God's gears into nests for brain maggots."

"You pour out your prayers to the gears, and they forge souls as sacrifices in the mastermind."

"Are you willing to continue to linger on the abandoned tracks in the cold land, like those clattering copper-corrupted veterans yesterday—watching the miracle being sucked away by a tentacle?"

"Or respond——"

He slowly raised his hand and pointed at the flame cast by the silver box.

That was the scene where [Om Messiah] awakened [Eärendil], the machine spirit was crawling, and behind it was projected the golden glory of the broken gears.

"——Respond to the new divine name."

"To answer the one God who truly ignites the flame of your faith in technology."

“You are not bowing down to him.”

"You are following in his footsteps - to crush the empire that robbed you of the bones of your gods."

"This is not surrender, this is a counterattack."

"You are waiting to rebuild the body of God."

"Then why not first crush the empire that turned the God's Nerve into a hive?"

"Look at the relics of God in their hands..."

"——Om Messiah will not enjoy this glory alone."

"He gave us fire so that we can use it to illuminate more of the lost iron ash lands."

“So I’m standing here.”

"In the name of the Fourth Sword Bearer of Heaven, and in the will of Om Messiah, I invite the people of the Broken God—"

"Join this holy war against the true heretics and usurpers."

The moment his voice fell, the entire altar seemed to fall into weightlessness.

——This is sophistry!
However, they didn't know how to refute it.

Countless gears stopped turning.

The syllables of the prayer caught in his throat.

On the altar, the old-fashioned heart rate amplifier on the right side of Bumaro's heart made a "click" sound.

The elders, monks, steam priests present...all stared at the light and shadow under the silver box.

They all fell into a kind of silence that was almost insane...

[God-given Colossus], [Om Messiah], [Mind-sucking Empire], [Relics]...

Every combination of these words means an earthquake.

Saint Bumarou slowly sat up, and the prayer robe on his shoulders, which was as heavy as an iron bell, shed some snow and frost.

His eyes were as deep as the stagnant water at the bottom of the Mechanical Holy Oil Pool, and his voice finally rang out again:
"—You, the grim blade, are the one who evokes war for your master."

His voice was low and husky, like a branding order smeared from the wreckage of an ancient Mechagod.

He waved his right hand, and the cast iron priests around him immediately turned the Dharma Wheel, and the altar mechanical arms stretched into the sky.

Immediately afterwards——

"clang--"

The first stroke of the heavy bell on top of the altar rang out.

A clear and terrifying sound of iron rang through the prayer hall.

The second sound followed closely, like a warning bell of anger pouring into a coal-fired furnace.

The moment the third bell rang, countless mechanical limbs rose and merged around the edge of the prayer hall.

The steel door was locked, the passage was closed, and mechanical believers lined up out of the shadows.

They surrounded Zhou Yi and others.

The guardians of the Broken Church pulled up the chains of their electric hook guns, and the Bell-Strike Iron Judge of the Gear Orthodox Church raised their ether hammers.

[Judgment Posture: Ready]

The atmosphere was like a steel abyss on the eve of war.

"You can't leave," Saint Bumaro declared coldly.

However, the next moment.

"Click."

At that moment, there was the sound of the bolt gun's safety pin being gently unlocked.

The Grey Knights and Inquisitors standing beside him had cold eyes and turned their fire control angles without hesitation.

The chainsword started up with a "sizzle" and trembled slightly; the heavy bolter was pulled to load, and the short sword was held horizontally to form a defensive formation.

It was an extremely oppressive and solemn atmosphere.

The air temperature seemed to be compressed to freezing point.

But just when the oppression was about to get out of control—

A hand reaches out.

Slender, calm, and buttoned his white gloves meticulously.

That was a week.

He raised his hand slightly to stop the imperial guards' actions.

The Grey Knight immediately sheathed his sword, but his eyes remained alert; the Inquisitor pressed the button on his bolter, but the fire control system was not disconnected.

Zhou Yi said softly: "It's okay."

His eyes were cold and calm, and the faint smile on the corner of his mouth was like an iron nail hammered into the snow:

"If you don't want us to leave, then sit down and talk."

He looked toward St. Bumaro.

"You can close the gates and line up for battle."

"But unless you are ready now to face the wrath of Om Messiah - otherwise, we had better start discussing the terms of cooperation now."