Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 909 Final Battle
As the saying goes, defeat is like a mountain falling.

As the weapon of [Yal Samtur] that was powerful enough to format civilization itself went into "shutdown" during the third impact, and as the space-based war giant [Bull of the Sky] collapsed, the front-line system of the entire Soul Sucker Empire finally faced the belated and irreversible - total defeat.

It was as if the two world nodes hanging high above the battlefield were plucked out, and the entire empire's front-line dispatch system fell apart like a broken spider web.

The chain of command was cut off, the command body fell silent, the colony units suddenly lost their purpose of existence and fell into behavioral disorder.

And the courtyard did not hesitate.

In the first minute after the collapse of the war, Vice President Turles personally led the Blood Oath Legion to launch a full-scale attack.

This heavily armed force directly under Xia Xiu's command was already known for its purges and suppression. Now faced with an out-of-control colony, it was like a tiger among a flock of sheep.

On the other hand, the Shadow Legion, which had been lurking in the core area of ​​the front line to carry out assassination and infiltration missions, now began to gradually withdraw to the battlefield.

They were not defeated, but recalled.

Within minutes after the completion of the [Ohm Messiah State], Xia Xiu no longer maintained full synchronization modulation of the legion.

His current high-frequency, almost burning consciousness crown state is ultimately not something that can be maintained normally.

After using his ultimate move, he now needs to enter a cooldown period.

At this moment, the shadow legions began to withdraw from the dimensional projection one by one, like obsidian blades pulled out of the shadows, one by one, returning to silence again.

And at the highest point of the battlefield, the Holy Machine of Gospel hanging high in the air was silent, and the triple crown flickered.

The divine halo that was originally like a burning star now seemed a little weak.

The light source inside the Holy Gospel's cabin dimmed, leaving only a faint blue breathing light slowly beating on the chest, as if a huge beast was still operating at a low temperature.

But at this moment, this miraculous weapon has temporarily returned to peace, and so has its operator.

Xia Xiu, sit still.

His body still maintained the posture connected to the control cabin, but the strength had quietly been withdrawn from his limbs.

He is breaking free.

Slowly returning from the overloaded realm called the Ohm Messianic State, little by little, pulling oneself back from the abyss of divinity to the boundaries of the mortal body.

This is a process of shedding the shell and returning to one's true self.

From gods – to humans.

“…This thing,”

He whispered, his tone weak and with an empty afterthought.

"The aftereffects are really serious."

There was even a hint of humor in his tone, but that humor was not lightheartedness, but exhausting irony.

He leaned his head against the back of the chair, motionless.

His limbs felt as if they had been hollowed out, his breathing was long and drawn out, but his consciousness was still clear to an almost torturous degree.

He knows it all too well.

This is not the first time, and it will definitely not be the last.

It's fun to cheat, but it's a pity that you can't keep doing it.

He thought so in his mind.

Every time he boarded the Holy Machine of Gospel, he had to be careful about his synchronization rate, otherwise he would step into the dangerous area.

The self in the [Oum Messiah] state is indeed very powerful.

But, in that state, he was no longer himself.

Xia Xiu clearly remembered the changes brought about by the [Ohm Messiah State]. In that state, his mind was expanded to a depth that machines could not bear. He could hear the whispers of the crown, see the multifaceted unfolding of time, and feel the dimensions flowing in his every breath.

He had it all under control—and he almost lost himself.

It wasn't the kind of loss of control that was irreversible, but something much more terrifying: he almost forgot that he was a human being.

Looking at the world from a divine perspective for too long will give rise to an illusion - that human emotions, morals, and even memories are nothing more than a small data error caused by psychic disturbance.

So he had to break free.

After each completion, I must pull myself back from "God" vigorously and soberly.

Otherwise, even if he wins the war, he is no longer a human being, but only a cooling shell of the gospel - empty inside, even his self is extinguished.

If the Soul Sucker Empire hadn't pulled out this incredible thing called [Yal Samtur] this time, he really wouldn't have planned to raise the synchronization rate so high.

"I have fought the battles that needed to be fought, and I have walked the paths that needed to be walked. Now it's up to you."

He exhaled lightly, his throat a little dry.

He knew that the battle outside was over, that Tours would take care of everything, that the troops in the courtyard had already advanced across the board, and that his mission had been accomplished.

He doesn't need to take action again.

In this battle, he has fulfilled his duties as the master of the courtyard.

The gods have left.
The battlefield should be returned to the human world.

The Holy Machine of Gospel stood quietly in the sky, and the triple crown slowly closed, like a closed chapter of the Holy Scripture.

It still stands proudly in the clouds, but no longer emanates the suffocating divine pressure. It is just a statue that is about to be sealed, watching over the final outcome of the battlefield.

At this moment, a clear and crisp communication voice came to my ears.
The image was not turned on, but the voice had a familiar low and firm tone.

"Abraham, this is Tours. I will now report to you the latest results of the battle."

"The Blood Oath Corps has completed the post-war cleanup and eliminated five brain colonization nests. The verification level ranges from C to S. All are transferred to the freezing procedure."

Xia Xiu opened his eyes slightly, his vision was still vague, but he heard it clearly.

"At present, 73 battlefield nodes on the front line have been taken over, and the friend-or-foe identification has been completely cleared. No further intervention is required."

There was no superfluous tone in Tours's words, no hint of excitement or achievement, only cold efficiency and the absolute execution honed on the battlefield.

The soldiers in the courtyard are taking over for the master of the courtyard...

Instead of his will, his judgment, his final decision - continue to move towards this broken land, pushing the battle to its final end.

The Bloodsworn Legion is advancing.

The Cleansers began to form up.

The logistics department and the inquisitors have entered the cleanup sequence one after another.

"Well done, Tours." Xia Xiu did not hide his praise.

"The main credit for all this goes to you." Tours answered simply and directly.

Xia Xiu smiled and did not refute. He now focused his attention on the Imperial Guards and the Assassin's Court.

……

Underground—deeper—a little deeper.

The three hundred imperial guards stomped their feet, walking through the broken, burnt, and blood-stained metal corridors. Their figures were like gods of war walking out of the fire, or like evil spirits swimming upstream from the end of fate.

They were not marching, but oppressing, infiltrating and tearing apart the last barrier of imperial rationality step by step.

At the front of the team, Broly's steps never hesitated for a moment.

The blade in his hand was already soaked with the enemy's blood, and the armor of the imperial guards was covered with cracks and burns left by the battle.

Soon, they arrived at the real location of the Mastermind Council.

This is the deepest part of the entire [Hebria Hub], a black dome hidden behind underground neural networks and data veins.

At the end of the passage is an extremely thick curved alloy door with a core totem symbolizing the sovereignty of the Soul Sucker Empire.

It was once a forbidden zone that no one could break, and it was the hiding place of the mastermind's will itself.

But now, it was blasted apart by Broly's cold hit, metal plates breaking, supporting pillars snapping, and in a puff of smoke, the Custodians poured in like a storm of blades.

They saw the main brains that were once so high and mighty. There were only twenty of them.

Nine of them had already died completely, with their remaining nerve pathways hanging loose like embers. Some of their core shells had even collapsed, their skulls cracked, and lay diagonally on the data table like broken pottery jars.

The remaining eleven bodies were half-dead survivors.

When the imperial guards arrived, they just looked at the three hundred imperial guards helplessly, like a group of dying statues deprived of language.

They were powerless to resist, but Broly did not hesitate.

He uttered an order coldly:
"Fire."

No consultation.

No announcements.

There is no waiting for any surrender statement or agreement process.

They are not here to negotiate, they are the angels of death from the courtyard.

The guards raised their bolters without hesitation.

"Click."

The trigger was pulled and a bright white light spurted out from the muzzle.

That beam of energy pierced through the darkness like an arrow and pierced into one of the approaching data brains.

In an instant, the main brain's body trembled, and a charred crack appeared in the center of its body.

Its surface neural shell and the quantum core inside shattered synchronously, and with a clean explosion, it fell completely silent.

The first mastermind - the end.

There were no extra words for the next few seconds.

The bolt guns fired in rapid succession, the deafening sound of the gunshots echoing repeatedly in the enclosed dome, and the exploding flames illuminated the area between the main brains that was once revered as the "Temple of Reason".

The once high-dimensional intelligent body exploded like an ordinary meat mass in the interweaving of steel and fire, and its nerve veins were covered on the ground like ruptured blood vessels. The broken command strings turned into chaotic garbled codes in the air, and error prompts flashed line by line like the mumbling of a dying person.

The imperial guards advanced and cleared out the enemies one by one.

They were like executioners carrying out the sentence, removing, smashing and ending the masterminds that once controlled the entire Mind-Sucker Empire's front-line decision-making system one by one.

There was no anger or cheering, they just did what they had to do.

At this moment, the Main Brain Council was completely silent.

This is not a clearing of the field, but the final blow to the death of civilization.

Broly stood in the middle of the wreckage, his eyes calm.

He looked at the fallen corpse of the main brain with a gaze as cold as ice:

"——Gentlemen, the verdict is complete."

……

The front battlefield of the war is still roaring, with heat waves, explosions, divinity and the roar of heavy firepower intertwined like waves.

The Holy Machine of Gospel hangs high in the sky, its silhouette like the shadow of the Holy Judge who has yet to return, its residual light still lingers in the hearts of the troops.

In another quiet but cold area of ​​the Hebria Hub, a silent but more deadly hunt is quietly unfolding.

The Assassin's Court, a secret department of the courtyard led by Zhou Yi, runs through the entire intelligence, elimination, and targeted elimination system.

They walk in the shadows, carrying out unspeakable missions from the deepest reaches of the courtyard.

Their target this time is an ancient race that has been ordered to be exterminated by the Kingdom of Heaven - the Mi-Go.

They are a unique race that originated from the dark cracks in the starry sky.

They are an ancient civilization that relies on indescribable technologies such as organ storage, brain-body separation, time fault survival, and remote frequency reduction synchronization of astral brain banks.

At this moment, in the most secret support area of ​​the Soul Sucker Empire, in the gap between the Mastermind Council and the Brain Colonization Nest.

The shadow of [Mi Go] was finally found.

They had already begun preparing to evacuate.

Silently, a large number of black and gold spiral structures rose from the ground, and the Mi-Go tribe activated their famous "Brain Tissue Transfer System" and "Biological State Transmission Array".

These technologies do not rely on gravity or energy, but rather on an untranslatable "alien composition language" that escapes by constructing the world's perceptual blind spots.

The three-dimensional world is just a temporary shell of their flesh and blood, and now they have to shed their shells.

But this time...

When they were escaping, they made a fatal mistake - [Mi-Go] did not give up the remote control of [Heavenly Lever].

At the moment when [Bull of Heaven] collapsed, [Mi-Go]'s neural structure system tried to initiate the retraction command and re-establish the interface binding.

However, this action touched a bait parameter buried by the Assassin's Court deep in the battlefield information domain.

Like the moment a fishing line is pulled.

One week, found them.

At this moment.

[Mi-Go's] body floated in the gray underground chamber.

Those outlines that did not belong to human aesthetics squirmed in the dim blue light, their brain shells were entangled with metal veins, and their translucent nerve tubes continuously exhaled cold air-like signal mist.

They moved silently and quickly, one body after another was activated, and those tall and thin structures used to "jump" to unknown coordinates slowly unfolded.

The transfer is about to begin.

The metal ground began to ripple, as if the entire earth was awakened.

The space began to vibrate, as if foreshadowing their successful escape.

But at this moment, a figure stepped out from the shadows.

He had no extra words and no orders.

Just hold out a hand with your fingers spread out.

In an instant, Zhou's figure fell into the water like a drop of ink, and the whole person turned into a flowing black shadow, silently pouring into every gap in the air.

The moment he disappeared, his incarnation, Zorro, appeared.

The incarnation twisted its body like a wild beast and circled above the chamber.

It dived down.

A violent tearing sound exploded in the air.

Its body was like an angry knife, piercing directly through the core of the transmission instrument. At the same time, a shock wave that spread outwards burst out, instantly tearing the energy core of the entire chamber apart.

Transmission—interrupted.

[Mi-Go]'s movements paused for half a second, and its body, which had begun to "blur", solidified again. The teleportation array died with incredible silence, like an engine that suddenly stalled.

Then, the Assassin's Court was dispatched.

They appeared silently like shadows sliding out of the wall, their movements were agile and swift, there was almost no sound every time they landed, and their eyes were as cold as knives.

The temperature in the chamber began to drop dramatically.

It was not because of the cold, but because a certain conceptual feeling of coldness was spreading, as if an invisible hand was pulling the space itself into the brink of death little by little.

The transmission device had been paralyzed by the sudden attack of Zorro, the incarnation of the week.

The [Mi-Go] tribe can no longer truly "turn back". They have no fixed form, and when their escape is blocked, they are forced to manifest a sensible state that is physiologically intolerable.

The entire chamber began to be filled with mottled metal bubble membrane structures. Those things grew, undulated, and squirmed in a very asymmetrical manner, as if trying to simulate the behavior patterns of organic life, but the more you look at it, the less it looks like it, like an image disintegrating in a dream.

And the Assassin's Court has begun to execute the extermination order.

The massacre began to advance silently!