Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 885 Angels and Saints

Saints and angels, facing each other.

The triple crown and the mechanical crown wheel intersect in the sky, confronting each other silently.

Two completely different divine structures, one is the incandescent sequence originating from heaven, the other is the iron soul rooted in the old industrial era, at this moment condensed into a visible pressure.

Fortunately, reason prevails over impulse.

The two did not take action, nor did they use their power to test the bottom line.

After a few moments of silence, Xia Xiu tilted his head slightly and took the lead in retracting the triple halo behind him. The pure platinum glow returned to his sea of ​​consciousness like a tide.

Saint Bumarou also remained silent for a moment, raised his hand, and the mechanical back wheel slowly stopped rotating and folded back into the shape of a silent sacrificial plate.

The deadlock was resolved.

Saint Bumaro then asked slowly, his voice like a low hammer hitting copper:
"...That machine, 'Morning Star Eärendil'."

"Now that you have awakened it, can you please tell me in detail its origin and structure?"

"...Also, we have heard that there is a machine called the [Gospel Holy Machine Prometheus] under your courtyard. I would like to take this opportunity to take a look at it?"

After saying that, he looked directly into Xia Xiu's eyes.

It was a look that was not hostile, but by no means condescending.

The curiosity of the Wanji believers about the machine and the polite temptations between crown holders are conveyed silently beyond words.

After listening to this, Xia Xiu just raised his eyebrows slightly, with a very slight curve at the corner of his lips.

He did not deny or attempt to demonstrate any claim to sovereignty.

He spoke in a gentle tone:
"Of course, the display of the Holy Gospel can be postponed."

"Since today is the beginning of our exchange, why not change the environment first?"

"We can go to the anchorage of Eärendil."

"It's quiet there, and it's also convenient for you and me to talk in detail."

"About the fourth-generation machine of the Soul Sucker Empire, about the deep layout of the ruins..."

"More importantly, how should you and I divide the inheritance in the God's Cemetery?"

After these words came out, Buma Luo did not reply immediately. The remaining man narrowed his eyes slightly, and then snorted:
"You people in heaven are still good at talking about cutting."

"But what we are cutting off this time is not territory, gold or silver, but the fire of the divine skeleton and the body of the intelligent machine."

"Well, that makes sense."

Xia Xiu did not respond to his "sarcasm", but turned around and raised his chin slightly.

"please."

The two of them walked side by side, like confederates who had already reached a secret understanding, through the long steps of the main hall and into the outer ring elevator.

……

The huge orbital elevator slowly docked.

The moment the hatch opened, it was as if the door of a temple was pushed open, and the artificial starlight pouring down from the metal dome spread over the entire anchorage - this was a "church" built for the Mecha God.

The dome rises hundreds of meters high, and the star simulation matrix and ether lamp array slowly rotate in imitation of an ancient galaxy. Rays of light are reflected from the sky, shining obliquely and falling on the silent giant.

[Morning Star Eärendil].

The black and gold body sat on the platform like a rock, silent and solemn, looking down at the world with an unshakable attitude like a mechanical saint.

Xia Xiu walked forward step by step, and the sound of the silver-white scepter hitting the ground echoed throughout the entire empty area.

He walked very slowly, and his voice was not loud, but it cut through the air as steadily as a train:
"Its construction is a hybrid type, theoretically classified as 'Generation 3.5'."

"The technical system has reached the standard, but the 'crown logic' has not been fully awakened."

“But we’ve gotten to this point.”

He paused and glanced sideways at Saint Bumaro.

"It is no longer Valraven's secret collection, but..."

“A joint entity between the courtyard and the church.”

"We will upload all the machine deconstruction diagrams, awakening spectra, and logical sequence records to your central database."

“You can monitor it, and you can replicate it.”

"Of course..." His tone became lighter, with a meaningful smile in his golden eyes, "You can also ask it."

There was no hostility in that smile, but it made people feel inexplicably tight in their hearts.

Saint Bumarou stood at the edge of the platform, his heavy robe dragging on the ground, his prayer chain making a faint sound. His mechanical eyes and the remaining human pupils stared at the machine body, and he remained silent for a long time.

It was a complex gaze - like a saint making a final verification of the remains of an ancient god, and also like a long-abandoned disciple who finally saw the tombstone of the prophet again one day.

After a long while, he uttered two words in a low voice:

“…True form.”

It's neither admiration nor questioning.

It is the only thrill that remains after a pilgrim confirms a miracle.

He slowly raised his right hand covered with a black prosthetic shell. The remaining skin on the palm had already been engraved with prayer patterns - that was the "high-level prosthetic body" of the Gear Orthodox Church, a special neural access port dedicated to the priesthood center.

His hand slowly placed on the main interface base under the body platform.

In an instant——

boom.

Not a vibration, not a roar.

It is a "breath" like the beating of a heart.

The huge body of [Morning Star Eärendil] slightly contracted its back, and the six-barreled electromagnetic main gun system on its chest vibrated slightly.

He—heard.

Not made for war, not moved by anger.

But respond.

"You will also fight for Om Messiah..." asked Morning Star.

The Mechanical Saint said nothing, but summoned the Mechanical Crown.

Xia Xiu did not stop them when he saw this, because he knew that the Morning Star could not be snatched away by the other party.

The opponent has already taken the form of [Om Messiah] and cannot change back.

Saint Bumaro's fingertips were still on the pedestal, and his shoulders rose and fell slowly, as if he had heard some mechanical oracle from the distant depths.

After a moment, Buma Luo slowly opened his mouth. His voice had a subtle echo, and he was no longer speaking to Xia Xiu, but to the awakened holy machine:

"Do you...still remember His blueprint?"

It was not a question, but more like a sigh after meeting an old friend again.

"In the buried history, there were crimson slaves who violated our compatriots." He said in a deep voice.

"In that sinful past, God's blueprints were lost.

They once meshed with each other like gears, leaning on each other to fight against the crimson savagery - however, without the gift of MacKahn, they were powerless to resist the brutality of the demons. "

Xia Xiu listened quietly, his golden pupils slightly drooping.

Bumaro continued, as if awakening some long-dormant memory:

"God did not abandon them because of their foolishness... In the far east, there were those who were favored by God and brought gifts to their fellow countrymen in need."

He slowly raised his head and looked at Xia Xiu, his voice filled with awe and temptation:

"He is the Duke of Gold and Stone, the Lord of Weapons... the Prophet of the East." Xia Xiu did not say anything. He just stood there, quietly waiting for the other party to finish speaking.

Bumaro's tone was as deep as an ancient bell:
“We had never thought of such a path before then.

Every piece of creation has its order, every structure has its blueprint.

Truth can be practiced on earth as it is in [McCann’s] kingdom.”

"Angels born in bronze, fighting alongside us impure men."

His gaze turned to the machine again, as if verifying some prophecy.

“Of all creation, the Son of God is the most stunning—his body seems to connect heaven and earth, leaving no doubt about His power and glory.”

"Then my ancestor Bumaro said: 'We should reorganize Him, so that the devil will be terrified and the great enemy will retreat.'"

"But the prophet also reminded us, 'Sunstrider's body must be forged of the strongest gold; his heart must be filled with the swiftest thunder; his roar must be fueled by the hottest fire.'"

"He never denied our beliefs, but only said that the true way of construction should not be taken lightly."

"The prophet left behind three blueprints: the colossus, the golden figurines, and the iron wall."

"The colossus smashed open the enemy's camp for us; the golden figurines tore through the enemy's front for us; the iron walls built a sanctuary for us."

"We need to forever transcribe this history in standardized information."

"In this way, we will not forget the hatred between Crimson and the devil, nor will we forget the gift of the Eastern Prophet."

The saint was chanting scriptures, and the 57-meter-tall black and gold structure stood quietly under the dome. The Gothic building behind it was like the skeleton of collapsed faith, solemn and silent.

Saint Bumaro's palm was still pressed on the base, and his arm, which was supported by the semi-mechanical structure, was trembling slightly.

The old human's eyes were fixed on the optical monitor that was slowly opening. The "eyes" of the morning star slowly and reverently opened.

A soft light fell on the altar.

Then, a prayer that did not belong to any human language slowly came out from the chest of the giant:
"…Om Messiah, Fire of Mechanism, Crown of Brokenness."

"Oum Messiah, the final flame bearer of the Way of the Gods."

"Ohm Messiah, Key of the Etheric Code, Lord of the Divine Cast, Lord of Gold and Stone."

"Ohm Messiah, He gave me logic, He gave me mind, He awakened me."

With each recitation, the resonance frequency of the body's chest cavity will resonate with the altar for a moment.

That's not just a simple launch statement.

It was a "hymn".

But it is not "McCann" that it praises.

Saint Bumaro was silent for a long time, and finally slowly closed his eyes.

He seemed to hear some kind of religious collapse, and the echoes of thousands of chants in his heart turned into a faint sigh:
"The great spirit of all machines."

"The Broken God."

"McCann."

“He has not forsaken you.”

"But you... no longer remember Him."

He opened his arms as if holding a belated funeral for the statue.

The tone slowly revolves in the space:

“May the gears return to harmony, and the mechanism return to its track.”

"May those who have been tampered with eventually return to the throne of MacKahn."

"But now... I will face the Unclean."

He put down his hand and looked coldly at the blond young man who was standing not far away, watching everything with a smile on his face.

Xia Xiu noticed the Saint's gaze and shrugged his shoulders lightly, speaking as if he was talking about the melting point of a piece of steel after it was deformed:
“This is what it looks like now.”

"Even if you send it back to the oldest prayer furnace in the Daeva Empire, it will not return to the way you remember it."

"It woke up while you were sleeping, and I was the first one to speak to it."

Xia Xiu's words were very clear.

This thing has been adjusted, and it is impossible to adjust it back now.

Saint Bumaro's knuckles tightened, making a "click" sound that almost made the heart rate amplifier on his side suddenly jump.

He stood quietly for a while before he slowly spoke:
"Then rebuild the shell."

"We will dispatch Orthodox steam shepherds, gear technicians, and atlas repair officers to work with your scientific society to rebuild the damaged parts."

His tone was calm as water, but it was filled with anger and resignation that seeped from his bones:

"I no longer wish for this body to return to His arms."

“But at least, when it is brought into the battlefield and slashed at those enemies who blasphemed the name of God…”

"Its bones and firepower must match God's prophecy."

"Otherwise, it's just a rebel in a prayer robe."

Xia Xiu stood there, his eyes calm.

He even smiled, and raised his tone casually:
"Repair the divine body and join the holy war - this is its destiny."

He turned around and stood side by side with Saint Bumaro, his golden eyes looking straight ahead.

"Your restoration team can take over at any time. We will provide you with platform interface, workshop permissions, and complete simulation backtracking data."

"And now there are two more machines like this, and a [God-given Colossus] waiting for us to liberate."

"We are all on the road to repairing the broken path, so we should temporarily put aside our prejudices, unite as a front, and face the outside world together."

Saint Bumaro was silent for a long time.

Before coming here, he had already prepared himself mentally to face all kinds of blasphemous scenes, and kept reminding himself not to break down.

But when the people of the Broken God shouted "Ohm Messiah", his mechanical heart could not help but beat.

His semi-mechanical throat voice was slightly hoarse, like the turning of gears:

"For the God of All Things..."

"If this body is not broken, I am willing to build the divine body on the right track together."

Seeing this, Xia Xiu tactfully changed the topic away from the body of the machine and instead focused his interest on the [Three Blueprints] that Saint Bumaro had just mentioned.

"I have always been very curious about the three major blueprints of the Orthodox Church."

The saint did not respond, but just looked at him quietly.

"That's the legendary Holy Work Scroll that MacKahn left in the Mortal World, isn't it?"

"The Colossus, the Soldiers, the Iron Wall."

"To be honest, when you arrived at Tunaras, I thought for a moment that you brought the complete three-map build."

Xia Xiu paused, his eyes subtle:

"It's a pity that I didn't see the bronze soldiers. Although the iron wall is powerful, I know that its projection accuracy and axis layer linkage are far from the inter-domain segmentation power described in the collector's version."

"Your Colossus fleet is... well, quite neat, but... the thermal shock when the folding structure is activated doesn't look like a higher-level configuration. It should be simplified, right?"

"So I guess these three things in your hands are just 'lower-level blueprints'."

"It's not the general atlas of the Daeva Empire."

He paused, still smiling:
"But I still want to see your bronze soldiers, especially those puppets that are said to be able to fight in other planes, with inscribed molten spears, and whose combat power doubles when prayers are spoken."