Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 898: The Battle for Star Overlord II
With the gift of God's flesh, restoration began.

The fingertips of Clerk Araz trembled slightly.

The nerve patterns throughout the body, like spider webs, glow faintly under the guidance of psychic energy.

Every broken nerve fiber slowly reassembled and closed under the penetration of the Flesh of God. The originally disordered brain spectrum began to stabilize, and the outline of consciousness re-condensed from the blur, like a star map reappearing in the morning mist.

Thomas Picton's body was originally cracked and peeling like charcoal, but the Flesh of God was precisely fused between the alloy bones and the remaining dermis, rebuilding the tissue structure like mending.

The fiery red regenerated tissue slowly extended outward, wrapping and embedding layer by layer, covering every inch of the mechanical and flesh-and-blood junction of the shoulder armor, chest, and arms.

The scars are still there, but they are no longer festering.

They are silent, as if announcing the beginning of some new life.

The frequency band of Sel Draven's consciousness once split and drifted like a broken mirror, but the wrapping of the Flesh of God gradually reassembled the broken soul fragments.

The core of consciousness re-establishes the synaesthesia axis, and the oscillation frequency that was originally as violent as a tsunami is converging and transforming into a stable, deep rhythm of thinking.

The broken spine in Joachim Murat's body was once the center of collapse of the entire skeleton.

But at this moment, the vertebrae of flesh and blood that were grown under the guidance of the Flesh of God were slowly connecting, moving in an orderly manner like a biological pendulum, connecting, fusing, and fixing each other.

Three full minutes.

Xia Xiu didn't move a single step.

The silver-white scepter hung at his side, and his gaze was as calm as an ancient mirror. He looked like a calm judge, watching the completion of a sacred reconstruction.

He is not a doctor.

This isn't a treatment either.

This is - reshaping.

This is a Sarkic ruler who transforms authority into a downfall of grace.

This is the blessing of flesh and blood that the “Father” bestows upon the “enemy of flesh and blood.”

The last ray of light from the divine flesh slid silently into the middle of Joachim's sternum.

Like the starlight falling into the bottom of a lake, quiet and powerful.

Xia Xiu slowly withdrew his hand, and the blood-red parchment on his palm had completely lost its brilliance.
The blood-like spiritual patterns on it fell silent, and the sealing lines automatically retracted, tightly closing it into a roll, and then flowed into his body along the [Seal of Ion] on his right hand.

"I'm getting more and more proficient at it. Maybe when the Children of the Courtyard expand to a certain extent, the consciousness of the Fourth Executive Officer, one of the Six Commanders, will be restored in my body..."

He couldn't help but start to have a weird idea;

The responsibility of restoring the glory of Sarkic flesh will not really fall into my hands.

While Xia Xiu was muttering to himself some thoughts that seemed quite outrageous to outsiders, he calmly put away the Sarkic Spectrum.

Authority has completed this stage of its mission.

The bloodline has been pushed to the next threshold of awakening.

He glanced at the four people quietly and did not speak immediately.

There is scrutiny and confirmation hidden in the calm gaze, like a father confirming whether his offspring still has the will to respond.

At the same time, it was like a king observing whether his weapon had not lost its edge.

Then, he spoke in a low voice, his voice slowly but sinking into the air of the ward like a revelation:

"Wake up."

That call was not like words, but more like a huge bell of authority, penetrating the boundary between consciousness and physical reaction, awakening the sleepers, and pulling them back from the dark abyss to the light.

And the light was slowly rising from between their brows.

Xia Xiu's voice was like an order engraved with fate, penetrating the boundary between flesh and soul and causing an echo in the four recovery cabins.

The first to open his eyes was Joachim Murat.

The Grey Knight's eyes slowly opened, a moment of confusion appeared in his eyes, and then he quickly calmed down.

His Adam's apple rolled, and the mechanical sound-conducting module had not yet been connected, only a hoarse low hum came out.

He exerted a little force and tried to lift his body. His muscle structure, which had not yet fully recovered, was a little awkward, but Xia Xiu looked at him and just nodded slightly, confirming his reaction.

Then Thomas Picton coughed slowly.

The airflow system rebuilt in his chest was shaking and unstable. He leaned against the recovery wall, looked at Xia Xiu, and asked in a low voice:

"Your Majesty...how is the battle going?"

Immediately afterwards, Araz Trincas opened his eyes.

The clerk's eyes were still sharp, and even though his brain structure had just been reconstructed, his consciousness was still running at high speed.

He didn't need to say much, just his eyes conveyed a question - did we win?

Finally, the armorer Sayre sighed softly and raised his head from the repair fluid. Relying on the inertia of his regained consciousness, he uttered:
"Your Majesty, have we failed? ... or... is it not over yet?"

This is the Courtyard Guards cast by Xia Xiu, who have a fanatical pursuit of victory above all else.

The Lord of the Courtyard looked at them with a smile in his golden eyes.

"Battle of the ruins, victory."

"The Broken God's body has been recovered by the four-ship blockade and is now stored in the Tunarast District."

"The Third Mastermind of the Soul Sucker Empire has been captured and escorted to a sealed place."

When the four heard this, the remaining fatigue and coma were instantly evaporated by their will.

This is the courtyard guard cast by Xia Xiu himself.

No encouragement or comfort is needed.

For them, war is not a suffering but a blessing.

Victory is an obsession that is almost like faith.

When they heard the words "Battle of the Ruins, Victory", their expressions froze for a moment.

Then, as if some structure deep in the bone marrow was activated,
The fanaticism forged by blood and fire completely exploded in them.

"Hahaha--"

"Won!"

All four of them laughed at the same time.

Their laughter echoed throughout the ward, even vibrating the psychic sensing runes on the bulkhead.

Xia Xiu stood quietly in the center, looking at them, with an undisguised smile in his golden eyes.

When their laughter died down, he raised his right hand and pointed in the air.

The sealed hatch of the recovery cabin slowly opened, the psychic chains were retracted back to the inner side of the protective wall, cleaning fluid was discharged from both sides of the cabin, the spirits of the four guards were connected to the main system of the courtyard, and [Adam] once again linked them with the glorious courtyard lineage.

The tactical link is reconnected and identity authority is restored instantly.

They felt the instructions flowing back - that was the feeling of return that the Children of the Courtyard were most familiar with.

Xia Xiu gave a brief order:

"Wear armor."

He didn't say anything extra, just added one sentence as he turned around:
"You are my personal army."

"The war in the courtyard is not over yet. We still need you on the road ahead. Now is not the time to lie down and sleep."

The four of them bowed their heads.

Then they responded in unison, wildly and in unison:

"Yes!"

Four people stepped out to repair the array.

The wounds that were originally almost fatal have been completely healed under the effect of the Flesh of God. The new flesh and blood tissue did not leave any traces, but instead pushed their bodies to a higher level.

As the armor-wearing procedure started, several tons of personalized combat armor slowly rose from the rear wall of the cabin.

Soon, the fully armed imperial guards appeared in front of the Lord of the Courtyard again.

They are stronger than ever.

They were sharper and more fanatical than before they fell in. This was the courtyard army forged by Xia Xiu.

Returning from the dead, showing no mercy, just to swing the sword once more.

They lined up behind Xia Xiu.

"Let's go to the Governor's Mansion. There are many people waiting for us there."

…………

Inside the Governor's Mansion at Tunaras Hub.

During the war, the main council hall of the Governor's Palace was completely transformed into the courtyard's highest strategic dispatch center.

The entire hall is a flat oval structure, and the dome is made of psychic material, reflecting the real-time star images outside the star world.

It was as if the entire galaxy was compressed into this enclosed space, flowing quietly.

In the center of the conference room, an oval long table that looks like a projection table on a ship's bridge occupies the main position.

At the top, the master of the courtyard, Hugh Abraham, sat at the head.

The black suit was cut like a battle robe, and the blonde hair glowed slightly silver under the sun.

The golden pupils looked calmly at the venue without saying a word, but no one dared to speak.

Behind him, four sons of the Imperial Guard who had just returned from the realm of death,

They stood in formation, wearing the armor they had just put on, their bodies were like blades and their silence was like a monument.

And below him, the true core of the courtyard's power system was already seated.

…………

Inside the Governor's Mansion at Tunaras Hub.

During the war, the main council hall of the Governor's Palace was completely transformed into the courtyard's highest strategic dispatch center.

The entire hall is a flat oval structure, and the dome is made of psychic material, reflecting the real-time star images outside the star world.

It was as if the entire galaxy was compressed into this enclosed space, flowing quietly.

In the center of the conference room, an oval long table that looks like a projection table on a ship's bridge occupies the main position.

At the top, the master of the courtyard, Hugh Abraham, sat at the head.

The golden pupils looked calmly at the venue without saying a word, but no one dared to speak.

Behind him, four sons of the Imperial Guard who had just returned from the dead stood in formation, wearing the armor they had just put on, their bodies like blades and their silence like a monument.

And below him, the true core of the courtyard's power system was already seated.

Valdarson Broly, Lord Commander of the Custodes;
Vito Antonio, the head of the Assassin's Court;
Secretary-General Pansy Jane;

Camille Schiffini, Dean of Academic Affairs;

Admissions Director · Hope;

All the pillars of power in the Six Paths Courtyard were present, except for Vice-Principal Turles who was commanding on the front line.

After that, there are four special operators.

Richie Robert (Mole), Frederick Reid (Dark Snake), Evely Carlos (Dragon), Evan Rowell (Blue Ox).

They need not say much; their very existence is a sign that certain actions have already taken place or are about to take place.

Their seating is the deepest return of the blade to its sheath within the framework of order.

Further back, there are eight active imperial guards.

Except for the navigator Silas who is still at the front line, all the others have returned.

At this moment, they were all silent.

Focus on the center of the conference table.

Focus on the slowly rising holographic tactical projection.

The projection base is the dynamic star field coordinate system with the Tunaras hub as the origin.

A large number of tactical symbols, fleet positioning points and real-time data sources are constantly superimposed, configured and circulated in the void.
Like a miracle project in which order is rewriting chaos.

In the initial frame, four ships are marked as Courtyard flagship units, commanded by the Vice-Chancellor and the Navigator himself.

They cut into the border of the Soul Sucker Empire at a high speed in the etheric path - the trajectory was a lightning-shaped zigzag line,
Tearing open the enemy's outer hub nodes from three directions simultaneously is like using four thin blades to accurately pierce the core of a spiritual network.

The fleet's advancement graph is depicted in blue and gold, with an automatically extending array of [Blood Oath Legion] units behind it.

It is clearly visible that each unit is marked with an independent personality identification - [Courtyard·Blood Oath Offspring·Code Sequence 001-1000].

They arrived with the ships, and appeared like dense golden dots on the battle map, explosively spreading out on the battlefield.

Highlight words flash quickly on the marked area:
[Deep penetration operation completed! ]

[Hub cutoff: five]

[Enemy Command Layer Flow Interruption Rate: 72%]

Subsequently, a new support route gradually unfolds on the right side of the image.

Thirteen Sword-class frigates slowly emerged from the jump chain behind Tunaras.

The fleet logo continued to fill the gaps in the front like a tide, with three-layer structure markings of filling, blocking and advancing, forming the second tactical "pinching surface".

In the light stream, the fleet's formation trajectory was reconstructed as accurately as mechanical lines, gradually entangling the originally disintegrating imperial military districts, forming a compressed advance.

The path of the support fleet is steadier than that of the vanguard, but also more controllable, like a steel claw encirclement, forcibly stabilizing, compressing, and locking the battle line.

At this moment, the holographic image finally freezes:
The central axis is Tunaras.

The four ships are the vanguard.

The thirteen ships form the wing.

The Blood Oath Legion is the spearhead, tearing apart.

The support troops are the steel cables, tighten them.

The latest battle report slowly appeared below the projection:
[Main Brain Communication Network Residual Frequency: 17%]

[State of the Empire's Southwest Defense Zone: Collapse]

[Courtyard Advancement Frontier: Has been advanced to the outskirts of the Soul Absorber Empire's main hub, the Old Soul Bone Ring]

After a moment of silence, Xia Xiu spoke.

The sound was not loud, but it was like a blade cutting through ice, reaching every corner of the hall.

"The goal of the first phase of the operation has been achieved."

"The seventh-layer hub of the Mind-Drainer Empire has been severed, the third mastermind in the ruins has been captured, and the God-given Colossus has also been contained."

Xia Xiu leaned forward slightly, and lightly touched the tactical table with the scepter.

The next holographic projection unfolds.

That is the strategic core of the Soul Sucker Empire - the "Hebrian Crown".

A large hub base station surrounded by six medium-sized hubs.

"The second phase goal," he said, "is to push the battle line to the outskirts of the Hebria hub."

"Cut off the telepathic main network of the 'Old Spirit Bone Ring' of the Mind-sucking Empire; seize all the etheric traction wave engines in the area, and completely occupy the etheric hyperspace channels in the area."

As he spoke, the tactical map switched synchronously with his voice commands.

The outer shell of the Empire's star domain is marked with blue encirclement lines like an eggshell.
Each main fleet formation, the Blood Oath Corps, and the newly built Vanguard League began to implant the propulsion axis according to their numbers.

Xia Xiu slowly raised his hand.

The new projection data is pulled into the hologram underlying structure.

That is the God-given Colossus and two 3.5-generation machines.

"Our combat strategy has always been to fight to support the war."

"The Colossus has been preliminarily analyzed. The psychic core is stable, and the damage to the body is within controllable range."

"The Logistics Engineering Department and the Mole Science Society need to cooperate with the Orthodox Church to repair the Colossus and make it ready for battlefield use in the shortest possible time."