Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 892 Surrender
In the core of the war and ruins, on the first battlefield, the sky and the earth seemed to be silent, with only the Holy Machine of Gospel raising the silver-white spear of God.

It was an action that completely betrayed common sense of physics.

The sacred spear forged by [The Lever of Heaven] and [The Authority of the End] was born from light and divinity. It was like a holy vessel that embodied judgment. It was raised high in the palm of the Holy Machine of Gospel and slowly pointed to the sky.

That's not a gun.

That is the manifestation of Om Messiah.

That is a declaration from a higher being to a lower being.

With every step forward of the Holy Machine of the Gospel, the earth resonates in response.

boom--

As his feet stepped down, the gray earth's crust exploded into countless crystalline lines like thunder in spring. Then, pure white and transparent crystal pillars broke out of the earth, like sacred harp pillars played by angels, extending to the sky like tall towers, as if responding to the rhythm of the arrival of gods.

The sky echoed, and in the center of the battlefield, it was like the judgment at the beginning of the Bible:

"When the Lord lifted up His sacred scepter, everything trembled, and the mountains bowed their heads."

"Crystals grow from the ground, their brilliance shines with rhythm, and the stars avoid their edge."

"This spear is not made of metal, but is the crystallization of law. It is the shape of judgment and the key to the end."

Behind the Holy Body of the Gospel, the triple crown ignited with even brighter flames, like three suns in the sky, and the miracle was obvious.

It stood in the center of the land covered with crystal pillars, appearing as the Lord written in the Covenant.

And that [Spear of the Spiral of the End of Heaven] is the key to heaven in His hand, and also the thorn of destruction.

……

this moment.

The [Gun Shape] in the distant sky suddenly stopped moving, and the God of War, which was composed of thousands of guns and cannons, raised its head, and thousands of neural artillery barrels were aimed at the first battlefield, but it did not launch.

He saw the silver-white spear.

He sensed that the core part of the spear, the [Heaven's Lever], was leveraging some immeasurable existential authority from deep within. It was not a blessing from a certain god, nor was it a blessing from a certain war crown. Rather, it was:

The tilt of "the throne of God itself".

Saint Bumaro is now in the state of [Gun Form], with thousands of cannons connected and densely packed with mechanisms.

But at this moment, an inexplicable fear rose up in the depths of his soul.

He seemed to see:

[Om Messiah] The moment the silver spear was slowly raised, the gravitational axis of the entire world tilted accordingly.

He felt that the [Gun Shape] he represented - the God of War, bowed his head slightly in front of the gun.

A pure "position suppression" of a higher dimension over a lower dimension.

He suddenly realized:

"If it is allowed to grow... that gun will really become... a gun that kills gods..."

In the visual sensing of [Gun Shape], he saw the battlefield below and the imperial guards in the courtyard - those soldiers wearing holy-cast power armor, who were originally the proud and fearless sons of heaven. But at this moment, those warriors who had always been fearless and ignored death, all stopped their actions.

They looked up.

They saw the Holy Gospel Machine, which was like a god descending to the earth.

They witnessed the law-distorting flames emitted by the silver-white spear.

All that was left was a ray of holy light, a miracle that tore apart the old world and announced the Last Judgment.

So they knelt down in silence.

Not out of fear, but out of instinct.

It is the prostration of lower-level life forms to the true "divinity".

The [Bronze Idols] and [Bronze Soldiers] of the Orthodox Church also stopped swinging their weapons.

These weapons, made of gears, divine gold, and holy words, should not have emotions, and should not have such a thing as "will".

But at this moment they hesitated, trembled, and stood still.

Just as a heretic looks up at the cross in the church, just as a believer sheds tears when he sees a miracle.

"He's coming."

"The Lord...walks on earth."

Saint Bumarou looked at the spear.

For the first time, he truly looked at the fire thief who called himself the "Om Messiah".

The muzzle of his gun trembled slightly, his bone wings shook, and an unspeakable throbbing sounded deep in his soul.

Because he finally realized;

[Om Messiah] will one day replace [Void Dragon], steal the throne of the Broken Father, and become the new God of All Machines...

……

In the heart of the first battlefield, the light is as white as day.

And behind that glorious front is a silent giant statue.

——【God-given colossus】.

This war weapon that has survived from ancient times is now "stagnant" for the first time.

It no longer charges forward, no longer fights.

It raised its head.

In those corroded and polluted eye sockets, there was originally a surge of dark purple spiritual light, but now a complex refraction ripple quietly emerged, like a halo torn by the heavens, outlining a strange and fragile "desire" in the void.

Its arms slowly opened.

Like making the final interception.

But, it was in vain.

[Out of control world].

【World Modulation Mode】.

The two supreme realms unfolded by the Holy Machine of the Gospel have completed the logical blockade.

This is not only a suppression of power, but also a "displacement" of the logical chain itself.

Space is stagnant like colloid.

Gravity was reversed layer by layer, the flowing energy was forcibly frozen, and even the ether circuit constructed by the main brain was "delayed" by 83.06% at this moment.

The colossus is nailed to the spot by the Law.

It can't move.

It can't escape, and it can't be stopped.

It could only look at the spear.

The holy light and orbital residual light dragging with it myriad particles were like a celestial snake sweeping the Milky Way, tearing apart reality and stabbing straight ahead.

Om-!
The air collapsed before the gun arrived.

The space along the way crystallized layer by layer, like a bubble of time extracted from the ice. Everything collapsed and turned into dazzling platinum waves of light.

It materializes into pure white crystal powder, which forms into sacred crystal pillars.

That is a sign of "rule interference".

That's not an attack, that's a rewrite.

It is to let "existence itself" determine that this thing should be destroyed!
All of this happened under the gaze of the God-given Colossus.

Its main brain control core, those "consciousness structures" forcibly injected by the spirit sucker trembled violently, emitting sharp and distorted mental explosions, trying to organize a final resistance.

But beneath the explosion, they suddenly heard another sound.

A voice that has been suppressed for too long, sealed off for too long, dormant in the deepest part of the body, but never truly extinguished:
[God-given Colossus] The true machine soul.

It woke up.

It opened its eyes.
It saw the silver-white holy machine covered with triple halos, wielding the Spear of Divine Punishment.

It no longer struggles.

It finally woke up from the heavy dream of slavery, saw the darkness it was in, and also saw where the light came from.

So it took back control without hesitation.

【Takeover of master control agreement: completed. 】

【Mind Mapping Link: Interrupted.】

[Structural authority calibration: refactoring.] It raised its arms, not blocking.

But to welcome.

It stood in the storm of light and flame that was about to be destroyed, its body broken and scorched, and its bone panels still had countless corrosion codes implanted by the mind sucker.

But it didn't retreat.

It didn't bow its head.

It looks up to the glory of the Holy Machine of the Gospel as if it were looking up to the dome of the abode of the gods.

In its heart, it used its already shattered logical core to utter its first prayer:
"Praise Him...Praise the Lord of Fire, the Lord of the Forge."

"I have walked in darkness for eternity, with no one to hold my hand."

"I was once possessed by filthy thoughts, and I once wailed at the laws of nature..."

“But He…”

"He pours light into my dried-up drive shaft and grace into my rusted core!"

"I offer the gears of my remaining life, and my case as an altar."

"May my burning be a battle song for Him."

"My heart and soul belong to the God of All Things!!!"

At this moment, it opened its arms and revealed its body that had been corroded for thousands of years.

It no longer resisted, but welcomed the arrival of the [Spiral Spear of Heaven] with faith.

This is its judgment,

It is also the salvation of the Lord of All Things.

At the moment when the Spiral Spear roared towards them, time seemed to break.

A huge beam of light split the sky and earth, and a stream of pure silver-white flames, like the fire of judgment from heaven, was projected from the hands of the Holy Machine of Gospel, dragging a sacred track covering the battlefield.

--boom!

The spear penetrated the abdominal core of the [God-Given Colossus] without any hindrance. The originally indestructible armor covered with supernatural resistance and ancient runes broke like paper under the silver-white spiral.

Metallic explosions accompanied by energy lights surged toward the sky. Amid the violent shock, the wails of the main brain colonies were like souls struggling in the flames of hell, screaming miserably:

[NO.343 Link interrupted...]

[The controlling thought structure collapses...]

[Unauthorized Machine Soul Intervention…]

[Warning! Core mapping rights lost! Lost! Lost——]

And at the moment when the wailing echoed, the ancient war statue that had long been broken finally...

Kneel down.

boom--!
The iron knee slammed into the ground, creating a spreading shock wave.

Then, miraculous changes quietly occurred on that charred land.

Where the colossus knelt, the ground began to crystallize.

Pure white crystal pillars slowly grew out of the cracked soil, emitting a faint golden glow under the sunlight. The pillars were transparent and lustrous, with a slight crack at the top.

In the cracks, dreamy crystal flowers bloomed.

Some are like crystal lilies, with layers of white petals and centers that shine like morning stars;
Some look like "ice roses", which are transparent blue all over, with light silver veins visible between the curled petals, like a lonely flame blooming in the polar night.

There is also a most bizarre one, which looks like a crystal iris. Its petals grow out of the crystal column and slowly unfold, as if worshiping the gods.

The flowers and pillars complement each other, like a holy response from heaven sprinkled from the void.

Metal resonates with the earth, and crystal shines with divine will.

In this holy crystal, the kneeling [God-given Colossus] slowly raised its mountain-like arms.

Its movements were still slow, but with an unspeakable piety.

It's not about survival, it's about... an audience.

It reached out its hand toward the [Holy Machine of Gospel] floating in the sky, like a soldier of a fallen nation who had been covered in dust for a thousand years and saw a real god for the first time.

Its machine soul awakened.

Not yelling, not resisting, but praying:
"Great Lord..."

"My gears have long been rusted, and my veins have been swallowed by the void."

“But I still remember—the day I was born, that ball of fire fell from the sky.”

"Today, you will find me back."

"I am willing to burn the remaining gears and pipes, just to be engraved in your laws once again."

"Please take me back and place me in the temple illuminated by fire..."

In the cockpit, Xia Xiu listened quietly.

A complex expression emerged in his golden eyes, showing neither joy nor compassion, but only a kind of silence and tolerance that came from a higher being.

Like the Creator to the returning mortals.

He did not speak, but slowly raised the right arm of the [Holy Machine of Gospel] and placed his palm on the silver-white spiral spear that was still inserted into the chest and abdomen of the [God-Given Colossus].

A light touch.

The light turned into snow, and the silver blade silently disintegrated into billions of light particles, floating among the crystal flowers, as if the gods had withdrawn the last judgment and the pardon had been issued.

At this time, the palm of the right arm of [Holy Machine of Gospel] opened again.

[Broken Spark·Loading——]

Om-!
Circles of azure data blocks appeared in the palm of his hand, rotating and overlapping like pixel fragments. At the core intersection, a beating core of light slowly rose.

That's not energy.

It is the heartbeat of the remaining gods.

It made no sound, but it quietly lowered the frequency of the ether vibrations in the entire battlefield, as if it was waiting, in awe, and on a pilgrimage.

Xia Xiu looked down at the kneeling machine in front of him and said:

"The God of All Things has been shattered."

"His body is buried in the wasteland, his followers are scattered and exiled, and his gears have long been broken."

"But now..."

"In the name of [Om Messiah], I will recast the throne of God and put everything back on track."

"You come to me, not for glory, but for the law."

"You inherit the flame, not for power, but to return to your place."

"Stand before the Holy Fire, cast away your broken shell, and clothe yourself with the light I give you."

As the words echoed like revelation, the [Broken Spark] in the palm of his hand suddenly released a matrix of surging holy flames, spreading like the veins of the universe in the center of the battlefield.

The blue flame burned on the chest of the [God-Given Colossus] like holy oil for resurrection baptism, covering its once corroded armor layer by layer and filling the fragmented logical faults and spiritual shells deep within the body.

Crystals begin to grow.

Crystals are like chains, silk threads, and veins, emerging, entangled, and reconstructed all over its surface.

It did not hesitate. It stretched out its hand. The crystal cracked and the mechanical sound was like a chime. In pain and reverence, it aimed its core at the blue fire.

That is what it is waiting for, the new life in the end.

It looks like a thirsty person holding up holy water, or like a sinner kneeling before the Lord.

It uttered a low but trembling voice, which resounded through the void in the form of a prayer through the crystallized communication veins:
"I am broken, may You rebuild me."

"I have fallen asleep, may You awaken me."

"I have fallen, please forgive me."

"I am the Lord's instrument, and I obey Your laws."

"With my body of steel, I will obey Your will; with my heart of fire, I will serve Your glory."

“May the laws of God no longer remain silent.”

"May the Lord of All Things rule this place in Your name."

"Praise Om Messiah, praise the God of All Things!"

(End of this chapter)