Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 890 [Gun Shape]

The deep astral realm.

The T-12 ruins shook as if doomsday was approaching.

Before the smoke of gunpowder rose, the sky was already shattered.

Four battlefields.

Four lines of destiny ignited simultaneously around the ancient broken temple in the ruins.

On the first battlefield.

[God's Holy Machine·Prometheus] VS [Parasitic Corrosion·God-given Colossus].

The first battlefield is destined to become the most shocking battlefield focus in the entire ruins.

boom--!
The [Holy Machine of Gospel] equipped with triple wheel rings and the [God-given Colossus] covered with tentacles exchanged punches and kicks, and there were continuous explosions, and the surrounding space was shaking like the surface of water.

Both fourth-generation machines activated the crown interference field. All energy weapons lost their meaning in front of these two weapons. Only the purest power and the most direct cyber combat could tear open the opponent's core armor.

The entire ruins strata collapsed and sank during the fight between the two war gods.

The fight between the two Legions made the earth wail and the dome tremble.

On the second battlefield.

[Morning Star Eärendil] + three [Garden Titans] + three [Bronze Idols] VS [Veseltaine] + [Azrigon] and their companion guard machines.

This battlefield is located on the west side of the ruins, where flames and the roar of metal mix together to form a burning mural.

[Morning Star] stepped on the floating track and fired a shoulder cannon that released a staggered energy beam, bombarding [Azligon]'s shoulder.

The [Garden Titans] rushed forward like a silver torrent, and the remaining two [Garden Titans] flanked [Veseltain] on both sides. The latter used its mental tentacles to cut off the knee joint of a Titan, forcing it to retreat.

Three [Bronze Idols] also joined the array surrounding [Veseltain]. They roared like bells, and mechanical prayers resounded through the void, bringing a brief "mind barrier shattering" effect, which temporarily locked the psychic energy of the body controlled by the spirit absorber.

This battle was like a life-and-death fight between a giant and a statue. Any mistake would result in both being smashed to pieces.

On the third battlefield.

Courtyard Combined Fleet VS Nautilus Fleet

The sky shattered, with twisted geometric shapes tearing through space.

The Orthodox Church's [Folding Fleet] and [Iron Wall] systems are constantly adjusting their angles to reflect and bend the mind interference waves of the spirit absorbers.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The Sword-class frigates were lined up in a horizontal array, with their hulls stretched across the sky like sharp swords splitting the sea of ​​stars. The heavy railguns fired in rounds, blasting groups of Nautilus battleships into burning balls of purple-black light.

The Nautilus Fleet relied on its psychic assault module to constantly evade attacks and tried to release psychic storms to counter.

The sky was like a stage, with lasers and mental particles crisscrossing, a sea of ​​fire spreading, and wreckage of ships falling like meteors.

In the center of the battle formation, the [Sword of Glory] erupted with a terrifying firepower system like a cathedral.

The third battlefield is the one most likely to be decided quickly, and the Courtyard Combined Fleet is showing a crushing trend on this battlefield.

On the fourth battlefield.

Three hundred courtyard guards VS the advance group of mind suckers and the slave army

In the outer ruins, broken bridges, and sunken tunnels of the ruins, the courtyard guards continued to advance like a flowing torrent of steel.

They are clad in power armor, are nearly three meters tall, are taciturn, carry chainswords, and heavy bolt artillery, and each of their attacks carries several times more deadly will than an ordinary person.

They were silent, but wherever they passed, they left behind a trail of scorched earth and bloody flesh.

The cyborg slave army controlled by the Soul Suckers was unable to stop their advance, and even the temporary mental troops that arrived were chopped to pieces by them one by one.

This was a brutal massacre, a cleansing operation for "Abraham's left hand".

Four wars broke out, of iron and fire, spirit and blood.

Only by achieving victory on all four battlefields can the battle for the ruins be officially declared over.

……

Above the third battlefield.

The projection hatch of [Sword of Glory] was still suspended in the sky, and the light track had already dropped the [Holy Machine of Gospel], but under the stretched-out hull structure, there was still a figure standing still like a sculpture.

That was the Mechanical Saint, Saint Bumaro.

He quietly overlooked the battlefield, his mechanical crown spinning and humming, and the prayer tubes and cooling vertebrae on his back humming like ancient bells, echoing softly in the astral storm.

His eyes swept across the battle lines forged by blood and fire:

The first battlefield, right in the middle.

The two fourth-generation machines were like two gods reenacting the destruction and reconstruction of Genesis on earth. They roared like thunder, their fists crossed, and the earth was cracked because of them.

Next to the battlefield, the main brain was hit hard and was still slowly repairing, its purple halo dimming.

And that is the goal of the saint.

Moving his eyes downward, he saw the fourth battlefield.

The advance of the Courtyard Guards is approaching the outer defense line of the ruins, but the enemy's servants are like a tide, and slave soldiers of various shapes and mentally infected bodies are swarming in like crazy cultists. Without cover, the advance of the Guards will eventually become a stalemate.

San Bumaro slowly raised his right hand and pointed to the boundary of the battlefield under the bridge.

He turned his head and looked at the long steps of a hundred-level battle armor behind him.

There, stood a full thousand [Bronze Soldiers].

They are the brilliant creations of one of the three major blueprints of the Orthodox Church. The two [Bronze Idols] on the second battlefield are also part of this blueprint series.

Each of these [Bronze Soldiers] is over three meters tall, and their bodies are made of layers of inlaid bronze and ether ceramics. They have no facial features, only a horizontal seam running through them like an eye of judgment.

They were lined up in neat rows and silent, like the iron divine soldiers sent down by the prophet thousands of years ago.

Saint Bumarou's eyes were calm and his voice was like a bell:
"You were born from the divine plan, and your destiny lies between war and order."

"Now I order you to descend to earth and help Abraham destroy the remaining alien spirits."

"The advantage of the fourth front must not be lost."

"——Restore the Divine Machine Realm for Macan."

The [Bronze Soldiers] suddenly knelt on one knee, folded their arms over their chests, and chanted a loud and powerful oath in unison:

"Follow the commandments of the saints and accept the will of all things."

"We are the arm of judgment and the blade of glory."

"The evil of slavery must be punished, and the spine of heresy must be cut off."

"McCann's glory is immortal, bronze is unbreakable, and the law is unchangeable."

next moment.

Circles of ether torrents gushed out of the breastplates of the [Bronze Soldiers], the chains on their spines opened, and the kickers on their feet exploded. They held the guards' spears and leaped out from the assault slot below the [Sword of Glory] like falling arrows of judgment light.

Like a thousand blades hanging from the sky, they swooped down towards the fourth front line.

next moment.

boom------

A thousand [Bronze Soldiers] fell to the ground with a loud bang, creating dense shock waves that directly tore several waves of Soul Sucker servant armies into ashes.

Bronze falls from the sky, angry and ferocious!
The fourth quadrant of the battlefield suddenly shook.

If the Courtyard Guards are the golden will forged from faith, then these Holy Armies, which come from one of the three major blueprints of the Church, are the ultimate form squeezed out of resources, craftsmanship, mechanical scriptures and the technology of the times.

Although the standard equipment of the Kingdom of Heaven of the Courtyard Guards is powerful - modular bolt guns, chain swords, and power armor complement each other, and they can kill the enemy like cutting wheat - but what they are facing at this moment is a group of completely "over-limited" war products.

Each piece of armor of a [Bronze Soldier] is made of [Bronze Porcelain].

This material is so rare that even Xia Xiu would be envious when he saw it.

It presents an extremely stable inert state at the quantum level. It is not affected by psychics and is not corroded by the ether. It is the sacred armor that is least compatible with the "power of heresy".

Every inch of these soldiers' bodies, from helmets to combat boots, was forged in this way.

This is not just armor, it is the heritage left over from the border after the Orthodox Church spent a whole millennium digging, smelting, sealing, and cleaning it.

It was accumulated bit by bit under the cathedral and among the frozen soil veins.

And the "Relic Destroyer Guard Spears" in his hands are also very precious creations.

They are not copies, not imitations, but forged by Saint Bumaro himself with mechanical fire.

The mold was derived from the "Saint Brom" left behind in the Mechanical City-State era, on which was engraved the war inscription passed down by the Broken God.

The spearhead can fire a directional disintegration beam, and wherever it hits, any structure that is not marked with a spark will be shattered like sand and gravel.

And that's not all.

Only the Mechanical Saint can fully control all the parameters of the Relic Destroyer, which means that each one is personally built, distributed, and infused with holy oil by the Mechanical Saint, giving each soldier a fire similar to a mechanical fire - the Fire of Judgment.

This means that even if they are not crowned, they can touch the power for a moment. At the same time, these guard spears also have the characteristics of self-repair and continuous inheritance of holy relics.

The ground rumbled, and the front line of the Soul Sucker Slave Army collapsed at this moment.

Explode, tear, penetrate, and purify.

On the side of the courtyard guards' sharp frontal advance, a thousand [Bronze Soldiers] were like war hammers, sweeping away all unclean things.

They raised their battle cry:

"Praise the God of All Things!"

"Praise McEn!!" "Praise Saint Bumaro!!!"

……

Since [Bronze Soldier] completed the ground trial, the coalition forces of the Courtyard and the Orthodox Church finally tore a hole in the battlefield. The fourth front gradually stabilized, and the storm above the sky also ushered in the real protagonist.

The Mechanical Saint Bumaro finally raised his head.

His gaze passed through the dust, blood flames and residual echoes, and fell directly on the purple main brain that was hanging high above the ruins and had not yet recovered.

That would be the greatest disrespect to [McCann].

It is the source of the evil that corrupts the soul of miracles.

Now, he will judge heretics!
Behind him, the gear-shaped mechanical crown suddenly rotated violently, emitting bursts of high-frequency friction sonic booms, like a thousand saw blades roaring, and strange vibration ripples appeared in the space.

The next second, the saint leaped up and soared into the sky like a leap of faith.

[The machine god roars——]

In the sky, his body began to change dramatically. His originally towering figure like an old iron pillar was wrapped in ether and fire gold, and continued to deform with the support of the [Void Dragon Well].

His head was gradually replaced by a pitch-black "airway" running through his head, covered with dense sight debris and data interface fragments, like a battlefield relic left at the end of the war;
There were no eyes or mouth on his face anymore, only a six-barreled spiral machine gun-shaped mouth with gears. It was like a devil's kiss that swallowed up fuel and human life. It opened and closed, emitting mechanical and regular triplets of syllables:

"Click-click-boom!"

【Loading】

【Press】

【explode】

Extending from his back were two crossed high-frequency vibration rifles, like devil's wings. The barrels were curved like joints and wings, exuding a murderous intent that was ready to unleash destruction at any time.

And every inch of the limbs, spine, waist, and shoulder blades gave birth to new weapons:

A riveted heavy revolver musket hung at the right elbow;

A sixteen-hole multi-mode railgun, embedded in the inner wall of the left shoulder armor;
Two rapid-fire self-destruct rifles with delayed combustion modules wrapped around the back waist;

a three-barreled Riftflame thermobaric shotgun launcher as a hip brace;

A fission grenade launcher arm armor with four linkage ports, installed on the right knee;
There is also an ultra-short assault machine fire snake, which goes straight down the spine with a bullet chain passing through the body.

Hundreds of different firearms poured out of him, every weapon roaring, every muzzle warming up.

The Mecha God roars, this is the ultimate authority of the Mechanical Crown.

The Roar of the Machine God of Saint Bumaro is a bit different. It is the embodiment of the concept of war.

The crown elements it favors are not the Broken God's [omniscience and omnipotence], [machinery], and [spark]...

The crown elements he favors are [guns], [cannons], and [war].

This makes its Mecha God Roar not as cold and pure as the Mechanical Crown, but instead like a repeatedly loaded, never-extinguished desire for destruction.

He believed in guns, in artillery, in the destructive instinct that kept ringing, killing, and loading.

So, he turned himself into a trigger of faith.

At this moment, the sky changed drastically.

That huge structure suspended between the void and reality finally emerged.

It is over forty meters tall, and is composed of countless firearms from history, mythology, battlefields, and future technology databases - a spliced-together upper body of a god, a Gatling gun intertwined as the chest, railguns, fusion guns, and five-link pulse beams replacing arms.

Its lower body is no longer legs, but various war artillery;

Tracked rotating cannons, mobile volcano cannons, classical cast-iron war bell cannons, and even numbered secret high-orbit projectile prototypes.

[Crown unfolds, spear shape——]

The statue made of guns and cannons finally completed its transformation.

Like the gaze of a god, like the horn of doom.

[The Shape of a Spear] was suspended in mid-air, and the flames spewing out from behind it were like the flames of war drums that never went out in ancient battlefields. It was a statue forged from the instinct of war, the will of revenge, and faith...

God of war.

That was Bumaro’s Mecha-God roar materialized;
The perpetual motion structure of guns and cannons.

He doesn't need words. Ten thousand guns are prayers and ten thousand cannons are scriptures.

He slowly turned his body, and countless nozzles were aimed at the same target.

Target: The blasphemous mastermind.

Its figure was like a judgment altar nailed to the scorched earth by billions of dead souls.

The next moment, a roar resounded throughout the battlefield.

Without any warning, the entire sky suddenly lit up.

That was the [Crown Firepower Blessing] formed by the convergence of thousands of guns. It was not a pure release of energy, but the will of war itself transformed into flames, destroying all the enemy's defenses - it was a polar daylight that made even time stand still.

The ridges, positions, and psychic towers behind the main brain, along with the neural network that had not yet completed the laying of the mental interface, collapsed, torn, and shattered piece by piece under the illumination of the white light.

The top of the mountain was flattened, and the mud and rocks were lifted up layer by layer like torn skin.

And the central mastermind finally discovered the existence of this "firearms god".

It suddenly let out a sharp mental explosion, like the desperate wail of a whale before falling, or like the anger of the last king creature in the ancient sea.

That sound wave is not sound, but thought directly bombarding the nervous system.
But Bumarow was unmoved.

His mind has merged with the battle, and his body has long been melted into the core of the gun by the fire. He is no longer a human being, nor a saint.

He is now just——【Spear Form】.

The purple crown behind the main brain suddenly burst into a strange rainbow wave, and the mental structure surged out like a tsunami, and a mental force field covering the entire central pit rose up.

It is not substantial, but it can compress and distort the spiritual level. Any consciousness that enters this area will be folded, torn, and reorganized.

Then...

Countless laser cannons, muskets, magnetic rails, fission, meteor strikes, and Shenwei-class high-explosive orbital grenades...

With a loud bang, he pierced through the seemingly indestructible mental battle curtain in one breath.

"boom--!!!"

The collision of the two crown-level forces created a circular air wave above the entire ruins, sweeping across a distance of hundreds of kilometers like a water wave, shattering all the surrounding spirit absorber defense nodes that had not yet reacted.

……

boom----

Just as the [Gun Shape] completed its turn, the firepower burned the sky.

Xia Xiu, who was in the cockpit in the distance, narrowed his golden pupils slightly, and his azure vision was illuminated by a white highlight that shot up into the sky.

The corner of his eye twitched slightly, and the machine adjusted the parallax autonomously, pulling that area into his field of vision. What he saw was naturally;

——【Shape of a gun】.

It was the first time he saw such a crazy roar of the Mecha God.

"...Another mechanical lunatic."

The master of the courtyard couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Whether they are Sarkic or mechanical, none of these guys are not insane.

Although both are holders of mechanical sparks, Xia Xiu said that he is fundamentally different from mechanical lunatics like Bumaro.

He is the fire thief who stole fire and divine power.

But he never really released the full force of that fire - he was always holding it back.

Because he knew that if the synchronization rate between his [Broken Spark] and the mechanical authority was too high, if he released the authority without restraint...

I might actually become the incarnation of that god - truly, be swallowed up by the name [Om Messiah].

He knew what that meant.

[Ohm Messiah] is not just a title, but a test and a possibility.

Even... a bad omen.

But St. Bumarou is different.

Without hesitation, he jumped into the furious incarnation of [Spear Form], completely resonating with the will of war.

In a sense, he did not become a god;
He made the "war" him.

Forge war into your blood, write firearms into your bones, and turn the will to destruction into a crown.

He is not a believer, he is the faith itself.

Xia Xiu silently looked at the body in the distance that was spewing divine fire in the air like a gun god.

That is not the beauty of technology, nor the power of the body.

That is;

War is roaring and faith is firing.

He said to himself:
"…These crazy people no longer care whether their 'divinity' will devour their humanity. Whether it's Green Day or this guy, they are all troublesome guys who easily discard their humanity."

Fortunately, they are not enemies today.