Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 884 Saint Attacks
The air was still lingering with the warmth of the Broken Church's words, and for a moment the church was so silent that it seemed as if only the slowly turning gears were breathing.

The next moment, a laugh with the remnant of electronic frequency modulation suddenly sounded.

"well said."

The voice came clearly from the direction where it came from, and it was from the representative of the Maxwell Church.

The eighth pattern executive stared at the other party with cold eyes. When he wanted to say something, a crisp sound suddenly interrupted the words in his mouth.

"Click——"

It was the sound of the gears starting to move, the sound of the pressure valve unlocking, and a whisper before an existence speaks in the silence.

Saint Bumarou slowly stood up from his high throne.

It was a hunched, mutilated figure.

The knee joint of his left leg was completely disrepaired and he had to rely on an exoskeleton support to move. His chest was covered with ancient amplification inscriptions, like a core processor that had long been abandoned.

When he stood up, the entire altar suddenly shook slightly.

"……I heard."

The one remaining human eye slowly scanned the entire hall, like the oldest surveillance camera deep in a thousand-layer mechanical maze, recording every silence, every prayer, and every argument.

"You said he stole the fire."

"But if the god has been sleeping for too long, then should he be the one to light the first fire?"

Bumaro took a step forward, and the floor tiles under his feet made a low rumbling sound, like a steam locomotive coming out of the abyss, crushing down with the residual warmth of divinity.

"If he is really a blasphemer..."

"Why did that God-given relic structure kneel down?"

“Why do old gears bite in their names?”

The moment the words fell——

[Ka-boom! ]

The altar ring around the altar suddenly opened, and a large number of mechanical arms dropped from the dome, like a team of priests rebuilding the statue.

They slowly fell down and began to spread out around Bumaro.

His mutilated body was covered with metal modules one by one, prosthetic limbs were replaced, bones were replicated, and the old armor was gradually recast with electronic prayers.

The gears spun and the pistons roared.

Behind him, a huge, extremely ancient bronze ring slowly emerged above the altar.

It is neither carved nor engraved, and is one of the oldest structural codes in the entire temple's memory.

The inner wall of the circle is engraved with the creed of the original mechanism, the restoration of all structures, and the order of the holy way, which surrounds and overlaps in the glory.

This is the crown of the Mechanical Saint.

Saints are common in the Orthodox Church, but crowned saints are rare.

Saint Bumarou stood in front of the ring, his body, which had not been reconstructed for a long time, finally regained the solemn and majestic posture like a god of war.

His voice became extremely steady, as if it came from the heart of the earth and fire of the entire moving city:
"I will go to the deep world myself."

"Carrying bronze soldiers, carrying folding ships, carrying iron walls to seal off the alien world."

"It's to... meet the fire thief."

"I will meet Om Messiah in person."

"If he really comes with fire, the rusty spear of our Broken Son will not pierce his throat."

The bronze ring hummed softly, drawing an extremely heavy prayer light on the ceiling of the church.

None of the representatives from the three Orthodox Churches uttered a word of rebuttal.

The sound of Saint Bumarou was like a hammer hitting a bell, echoing throughout the entire circle for a long time.

He stood at the reconstructed altar, wearing the sacred garments of a priest, and his eyes were burning with faith forged from cold oil and fire.

And at this moment, Zhou, who had been silent all the time, finally took a step forward.

His eyes were clear, his tone was steady, and his voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for the entire parliament to hear clearly:
"Well, Midgard, welcome the Apostle of the Broken God."

"We welcome the saints of the Orthodox Church to the courtyard."

He bowed his head and saluted.

"Your Excellency Hugh Abraham will be waiting for you in Tunaras."

The Mechanical Saint simply raised his hand and pointed into the void.

“I’m also looking forward to meeting the Ohm Messiah.”

In an instant, the saint's bronze ring suddenly accelerated its rotation, and a circular pulse wave burst out, hitting the core of the entire city-state like a bell.

Immediately afterwards, drastic changes began to occur within the entire mobile city-state.

——First, the railway mechanism buried underground was unlocked.

Dozens of hidden [Church reserve warehouses] rose up, accompanied by the sound of gears meshing, cabin venting, and steam pressure explosions. Those sacred iron warehouses that had been silent for a hundred years were opened one by one!
boom--!
A huge pure metal base rises on the top of each holy warehouse, on which stand the ancient departure mark and dozens of rune crosses.

These places are where the Cogwheel Orthodoxy seals its war artifacts and ships of faith.

Above the sky, floating platforms appeared one after another from the ice and snow clouds.

They were originally disguised as the cold fog cracks in the northern climate, but now, under the resonance of faith, they began to activate the structure according to a certain fixed orbit!
More than a dozen huge metal cubes appeared in the air, emitting a resonant sound similar to the hum of prayer.

They began to slowly deconstruct themselves, peeling off the edges and corners, separating the core, and every component and every alloy plate unfolded, rotated, and flipped along the sacred proportions.

Click, click, click, click, click, click——!
The spring and main shaft were inserted, the neural cables were thrown out, the propulsion cabin like an ancient bell exploded and sprayed in the clouds, and every inch of the folding hull was assembled in the form of a ritual!
Soon, more than a dozen [Gear Orthodox Church Holy War Folding Ships] with ancient style, painted copper-black, and engraved with canonical spells and inscriptions of elders were assembled in the air.

They were like divine punishment ships sailing from the Age of Apocalypse. Their overall appearance was similar to a mobile alchemical altar, with the hull covered with countless mechanical prayers and half-exposed flame blowers.

Hanging on the bow is a high tower observation instrument representing the [Wheel of Revelation], which can track psychic fluctuations in the alien plane, like a giant eye opening.

Saint Bumarou stood on the floating rails raised by the main cabin and took a heavy step.

His voice was low, but it was enough to penetrate the entire city-state:
"Assemble the troops."

"I will walk with fire."

"It is a sacred fire and a relic of disorder."

"Conquer for the remnant of God."

The Mechanic Church of the Orlitin Empire chose to respond to the call of the "Ohm Messiah".

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Depth · 60.

A sea of ​​stars made up of prayers is slowly twisting.

That was not an ordinary fleet's jump signal.

That was the church fleet.

A holy war fleet formed by the Cogwheel Orthodox Church, the Broken Church and the Maxwellists, with "Saint Bumaro" as its flag.

In an almost "declarative" manner, it is entering a depth of 60 - the Tunaras hub.

At the end of the jump channel, deep space cracked like a broken mirror, and countless metal sacrifices spread out as they folded.

Seventeen folding ships slowly slid out of the crack, each of them looking like the incarnation of a classical god.

The bow of the ship is engraved with complex metal bone carvings, and the hull is formed by steam throats and rivet frames; the entire fleet seems like a mechanical relic from ancient industrial mythology.

Each of their propulsion trajectories was engraved with spells and protocols of "Wheel of the Lord", "Holy Order of Procedure", and "Unshakable Divine Rules". The most eye-catching thing was the "Plane Blockade" ceremony performed by this fleet before reaching the boundary of Tunaras;
[Isolation Iron Wall——]

Between the bangs——

With the San Bumaro flagship as the center, twelve auxiliary ships drew notched arcs in the starry sky. They simultaneously released a huge [Iron Wall Shock Needle Array], and the structure quickly stretched and bit in space.

Crack, crack, crack, crack——!
An extradimensional isolation barrier composed of thousands of psychic rivets and iron frames suddenly took shape at the edge of the Tunaras star port.

It is like a self-rotating gear ring in the sky, and every operation of it is accompanied by a grand metal chant, like the gospel of steel.

It was this iron wall that instantly triggered the Courtyard Fleet's comprehensive response mechanism.

Over Tunaras Hub.

The [Sword of Glory-class] cruiser took off first, and thirteen courtyard-organized warships activated the orbital defense array.

The signal tower, particle lock, and ether tower all lit up one after another, like an ancient god tower awakening in the starry sky.

In an instant, the entire Tunaras etheric communication band began to be covered by the "Sanctuary Intrusion Protocol", and all deep space monitors jumped up almost at the same time:

"Identification signal - Orthodox Holy War Folding Ship Formation! Identification protocol is non-hostile but forced critical approach!"

"Activate the interference orbit plan!"

"Initiate Operation Sequence G-89!"

……

But just when everyone was as tense as a bow and arrow.

The upper observation dome in the Governor's Palace.

The dark gold curved wall looks like the spine of a silent giant beast, solemn and dignified.

Xia Xiu sat quietly on the steps, his golden hair swaying gently in the empty light.

His eyes were distant, as if the sky was not a tactical situation map, but an oil painting that was slowly unfolding.

The iron wall and blockade ring that appeared above the starry sky.

Like a decree from an industrial god, it stretches across the sky, blocks communications, cuts off the ether, and coils at the top of the star realm like a long mechanical snake from ancient times.

Further away, those huge warships that folded and unfolded from space were like ancient gods emerging from the depths of time. One by one, every inch of steel carried the prayers and suppressed roars of centuries ago.

Deep black, red copper, old silver, lapis lazuli…

The standard color scheme of the Orthodox Church reconstructs a holy war stage belonging to them in the starry sky.

He turned his head and looked at the floating light projection of [Adam] next to him.

In the light and shadow, the think tank core remained the same, with all the tactical warnings on the dome data terminal appearing - but in front of Xia Xiu, all of them were shut down by him with a single finger.

His tone was extremely calm, even with a hint of sarcasm:

"This is the iron chain of the Holy Tabernacle of the Mechanicus Church... Every time the church goes to war, they have to spread out this suffocating canopy, as if to press the sacred shell on the enemy's head to show their uniqueness."

Xia Xiu narrowed his eyes and looked at the iron curtain that was still spreading across the border.

"How thoughtful of you to prepare such a grand opening ceremony for such a small meeting with us."

He smiled and raised his fingers, tapping them in the air.

"Adam, tell the courtyard fleet - don't be nervous."

“This is not a provocation, nor is it a siege.”

"It's just that our allies...are demonstrating the depth and piety of their 'mechanical faith'."

He smiled warmly, as if he was really welcoming an old friend who had come from afar.

"Let them finish their show...

……

Tunaras Outer orbital space.

After a brief period of tension, the iron wall finally began to slowly close.

The giant ring-shaped device that seemed to penetrate the starry sky was composed of tens of thousands of silver and copper fragments. It was originally like a sharp holy sword that encircled the entire Tunaras, but now it closed like a folding fan in some silent signal, turning into a quiet ether imprint, embedded in the flagship stern tower at the core of the fleet.

The Courtyard Fleet was ready for battle, but it never initiated the early warning procedure.

They just stood quietly at the edge of the star track, like knights keeping watch in front of the altar, waiting for the Lord of the Courtyard to speak.

The Orthodox Church obviously saw all this as well.

I saw the restraint of the earthly courtyard - not sharp, but as firm as a mountain.

Then, the ship shadows in the starry sky, which seemed to have emerged from the cracks of industrial hell, began to fall one by one into the Tunaras orbital layer.

Their bodies do not rely on gravity for assistance, but instead use thousands of beams of mechanical prayer lights to weave a stable trajectory, like a giant beast crouching on the border of the city-state, quietly looking at this astral highland.

Then, a silver-copper beam of light fell vertically from the flagship's mainmast tower.

That is not a teleportation array, nor is it an ordinary jump channel.

That is the orbital fixed path used by the church for interdimensional descent.

The dome made a slight sound again.

"Boom."

It was as if someone had gently struck the world with a hammer.

A figure slowly stepped out from the light.

His body was no longer a mortal structure, but was composed of countless fragments of cast iron, gold, and bronze.

At the intersection of machinery and faith, he is both a "man" and a "device".

Saint Bumarou stood before Xia Xiu, his head slightly raised, his right hand slowly raised from his mechanical breastplate, and made the ancient Orthodox ritual gesture:

Put three fingers together and draw them horizontally below the chest.

His deep, bell-like voice followed, and the words intertwined like a thousand braided ribbons passing through a hundred-toothed gears before spitting out:
"His furnace forged my heart of steel; His return path led me home. We have been waiting for a long time between the realm of cold iron and fog."

Faced with that ancient and cautious greeting, Xia Xiu nodded slightly.

He did not respond immediately, but reached out and gently stroked the top of the [Heaven's Lever] in his hand, and a faint silver light flowed down the scepter.
The fire thief replied:
"I am neither the original creator nor the pure molten metal; I just picked up a hot hearthstone from the ruins, trying to rekindle the light that the gods once abandoned for mankind."

"If this is stealing fire - then I am willing to do it."

“…” Saint Bumaro was silent for a long time.

Behind the saint, an ancient and solemn mechanical roulette wheel emerged silently.

The teeth of the roulette wheel seemed to be a secret code that sealed an old era. It rotated slowly, and every turn brought out a pressure that could not be described in words.

The wordless chatter replaced the long-silent voice of the gods.

Any mortal creature present, even if they only glance at it, will have a faint data circuit engraved into their nerves.

And in front of him, Xia Xiu slowly raised his head.

There was no retreat, no bending in response to the command.

He just moved slightly, and at that moment, three halos spread out from behind his head like ripples.

A jade-white ring hung behind Xia Xiu's head, spinning slowly and reflecting his golden pupils.

At this moment, the two [Crowns] looked directly at each other.