Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 911 Conqueror of the Star Realm!
Inside the cockpit of the Gospel Holy Machine.

Xia Xiu's expression revealed a bright smile.

He turned the shrunken second lever between his fingertips like playing with a portable bookmark, without any trace of the remaining power that could burn away the divinity.

"The Golden Royal Court... heh."

The corners of his lips slowly rose, and his eyes revealed a pure joy.

It's not the relaxation after victory, but the enthusiasm when the hunter sees the next prey.

Imagine the high-ranking gods who sat in the cloud temple all day, bathed in the praises of their followers, and when they saw the Bull of Heaven truly appear, the expressions on their proud faces gradually twisted;
Surprised?

anger?
When I think of the scene of confronting the gods of the Golden Court with the [Bull of Heaven], and when I think of what will happen next...

He couldn't help wanting to laugh.

While he was immersed in this subtle imagination, the warning light in the cabin flashed slightly.

[Front Fleet Report——Emergency Battle Update]

Xia Xiu raised his eyebrows and reached out to touch the interface.

In an instant, a waterfall of data spread out on the light mirror.

[Outskirts of Hebria], the colony fleet signals began to experience serious command splitting.

The destruction of the Mastermind Council was like a blunt hammer hitting the entire colony's neural chain, causing this enemy army, which once fought as a whole like an "organic behemoth", to suddenly undergo large-scale fission.

The fleet was divided into two;
The first group is the loyalists.

These ships roared like mad dogs. Even though the Main Brain Council had been destroyed, the core signal chains had all collapsed, and the psychic fluke parasites in their brains had stopped functioning, they still refused to stop their attack.

The mastermind is dead, but they are still charging.

The order is broken, and they are still biting."

A loyal dog that brings its own dog food and can survive without being fed.

This is the most terrible enemy of all – a dog without a master, still willing to die for the illusion of a “master”.

In the star field where the broadcasts were silent, their naval guns fired even louder and their attacks became more violent, spewing flames indiscriminately towards the front lines of the battlefield, as if they were not aiming to win, but to be buried with the empire.

The other group began to clearly fall behind.

The fleets that had long been controlled by the psychic leech control network suddenly lost their main brains and were awakened as if from a dream.

They are not loyalists, never have been.

They obeyed the Mind-Sucker Empire only because those abominable bugs were implanted in their brains.

They were simply implanted with a logic of obedience and were a sacrificial race of the Empire's "technological vassals."

Now that the bugs are broken, their will to resist is instantly awakened.

Each of them is eager to betray the Soul Sucker Empire.

What's more, in the previous war, in order to activate the formatting weapons, the Empire actually extracted a large number of living beings from these groups and burned them alive as energy materials.

The memories and existence of their compatriots, descendants, families, and civilizations were devoured, just to light the main brain for an extraordinary attack.

At that moment, they understood everything.

They are not allies, nor subjects. They are just blood bags, gunpowder, and disposable utensils of the Soul Sucker Empire.

So, once the spiritual shackles were broken and hatred was ignited, everything became natural.

It took less than ten minutes from the confusion of commands to the disintegration of the battle formation.

One ship after another began to break away from the formation and turn.

The naval guns that were originally aimed at the courtyard suddenly turned around and bombarded the center of the flagship that was once "their own".

Some ships erupted in racially charged roars on the communication channels, while others simply started fighting without saying a word and fired their guns directly, as if old hatreds that had been suppressed for years had finally found an outlet.

They rebelled.

The colonial fleet, which had been huge and well-ordered, was now like a spine that had been severed in half - broken into two pieces, with joints separated and nerves disordered.

The sea of ​​fire spread from this broken line.

The light of the explosion tore through the starry sky, and the wreckage of the ship rolled and burned in the vacuum, as if wild beasts bit each other to death in the sky, leaving blood and teeth marks in the cracks of the universe.

These colony ships, which once obeyed the control of the psychic suckers, were awakened like sleepers and untied like dog slaves after the collapse of their main brain.

They found that their thinking was no longer fuzzy and their fingers were no longer stiff.

For the first time, they controlled the steering wheel, weapon bay, and energy nodes with their own will.

At the twelfth second of the conflict, the first rebel ship turned its main guns and blasted the rear engine of the loyalist vice-flagship.

The second ship dropped a light spear assault chamber, which went straight into its own information command ship, locking the former controller in semi-virtual space with a thunder chain.

The third ship directly activated the self-destruct jump module, exchanged coordinates with the core of the loyal fleet, and instantly took away seven main battleships.

These vassal races, who were driven into the abyss, have now become the Avengers. :
"We are not your fuel!"

"We are no longer slaves!"

The loyalists became increasingly frantic and began shooting indiscriminately.

They could no longer recognize the enemy and didn't care who the guns were aimed at.

As long as the other side doesn't shout "Glory of the Empire", they will fight.

The two sides were biting each other, the rebels were tearing up the loyal dogs, one side was shouting "save the nation" and the other side was shouting "cleansing the loyalty".

The starry sky turned into a huge dogfight, flesh and steel debris biting each other, and spiral lines of fire jumped around like broken nerves.

……

At the edge of the Hebria star field, the sea of ​​fire is still burning.

It was the flames of loyal dogs and traitors biting and tearing each other apart, it was the tail fire of the empire's broken bones dragging in the star track.

The starry sky was turbulent, the fleet formation collapsed, and black smoke clouds slowly rolled in the sky like a torn curtain. Even the vacuum seemed to emit a rumbling sound like thunder.

Xia Xiu just stood quietly in the cockpit of the Holy Gospel Machine, the burning turbulence reflected in his golden eyes.

There was no surprise in his expression, but instead a hint of indescribable dry humor.

That kind of irony is not only the collapse of the enemy, but also a contempt for the cycle of history itself.

"An empire that is maintained by bugs and divine brains... can we expect it to die with dignity?"

Xia Xiu whispered to himself.

He gently turned his fingers and controlled the Holy Machine of Gospel to move forward.

This holy giant, which is a hundred meters tall, tears through the clouds and passes through the afterglow of the war, gradually moving forward, like a war statue walking down a scroll of judgment.

And his target is the capital of the Soul Sucker Empire - Naresias.

At this moment, this city looks like a giant beast that has died not long ago.

The spire broke, the dome collapsed, and the Sovereign Central Tower was slowly disconnecting from the interstellar synchronization system, as if the last spine of the empire was melting itself.

The Gospel Holy Plane slowly descended.

Its huge silver-white body landed steadily from high in the sky on the scorched earth of Naresius, crushing the ruins and cracking the veins of the ruins. The earth let out a deep roar, and the entire star rock plate trembled slightly, as if the planet itself was being subdued by its divine will.

Flames and dust rose up and swirled around the body of the machine, but did not dare to invade the area under its feet.

This is not a body.

This is the manifestation of divine power and royal power after the war.

He is both the judge and the throne.

Then, this holy machine, like a god of war, slowly knelt down.

Its mountain-like right leg knelt firmly on the ground, its body tilted slightly, its arms stretched out with its palms turned up, as if holding up something heavy but sacred.

It lowered its head.

Like a god kneeling before a king. The next moment, Xia Xiu slowly fell from his palm.

His figure was like a silhouette in the divine fire, held up by the light, protected by metal, and carried to the top of the ruins by the deposits of history.

He stood at the heart of Naresias - it was once the highest center of the empire, but now only scorched earth washed by fire and fragmented glory remained.

Xia Xiu stood quietly, his eyes like a blade, piercing through the silence and ruins.

No announcement. No voice. No manifesto.

He just raised his right hand.

His palm turned over, and a faint light emerged from between his fingers, swirling and interweaving, forming an ancient and solemn glow mark on the back of his hand.

The mark unfolded, like a seal from an old era, responding to his will at this moment - the Iron Crown.

The iron crown, symbolizing royal power and the end, slowly emerged in the light, born from the mark, like the moon rising over the sea of ​​stars, or like a torch piercing the night.

It rose and spun, gradually revealing the complete outline of the monarchy.

Magnificent and solemn.

The curved metal spirals and opens like a crescent moon, its surface covered with intricate inscriptions and seals, as if carrying countless erased names and beliefs.

The edge of the crown is inlaid with twelve precious stones.

And at this moment, Xia Xiu stood under the crown.

His gaze penetrated the ruins, penetrated the scorched earth, penetrated the once heavy metal dream of the entire Soul Sucker Empire, and looked at the afterimage of the empire that had long collapsed but had not yet been officially ended.

it's time.

"The Council of Masterminds has been destroyed."

"The fleet has been dispersed."

"Their center of power has no successor."

He slowly raised his arm, holding his right hand high, and the mark on his palm floated.

That seal of royal authority began to activate the next level of authority of the Iron Crown - claiming.

It begins to call upon the Golden Rule.

The most brutal war adjudication rules in the Ivy League War, one of the structures of the divine war system.

It tolerates both faith and violence.

It not only determines victory and defeat, but also records destruction.

Now, the outcome is decided.

The Golden Law will begin to proclaim the victor's achievements to all the worlds.

Between heaven and earth, a low humming vibration occurred, as if a closed galaxy system was suddenly awakened at some distant node.

Then, the cold and solemn voice of the system rang out in the void:

[The Ivy War catalog is being updated...]

The next second, the logic of the Golden Law system was fully deployed, covering the entire [Hebria Hub] like a judgment seat.
Then, the voice of the legal ruling fell again - cold and emotionless, like reading out the cancellation notice of some historical structure.

[The Soul Sucker Empire has been completely swallowed up! ]

[The Midgard has achieved a decisive victory. The government of the Mind Drainer Empire has been dissolved, and its territory, fleets, and infrastructure have been incorporated into your rule. 】

[Official announcement now issued to all Ivy League War participants——]

[The Soul Sucker Empire has disappeared from all the heavens and worlds. 】

【All its hubs and colonies now belong to the Midgard. 】

[The enemy fleet has been destroyed, and its civilization system can no longer exist as an independent force. ]

[The expansion of the Earthly Courtyard has been completed, and the ranking of the Ivy War Catalog has changed! 】

As the final ruling of the Golden Law came down, the world seemed to be silent for three seconds.

That was a silence more shocking than an explosion.

Not from the sound, but from the transformation of order itself.

At this moment, the name of the Soul Sucker Empire has been completely deleted from the Ivy League War Catalog.

This is not only a sign of defeat,
It is a death certificate completely abandoned by history.

Its political entity, cultural structure, administrative authority, along with the parliamentary emblems and mastermind agreements that once hung over countless colonies—

All are sealed, archived and frozen one by one in the data code of the Golden Rule.

Like clearing away wreckage, the core of an entire civilization was stripped away and brought under the control of one man.

All belongs to Hugh Abraham.

Between the afterglow of stars and the tail fire of war, at the end of the scorched earth and ruins, the man with blond hair and golden eyes stood quietly under the crown.

The Holy Machine of Gospel knelt in the heart of Naresias, its mechanical body like a projection of a god, raising its palms high in a sacrificial gesture, holding up the only king.

The sky still held the afterglow of burnt-out stardust, like a classical play that had burned to the last line of ink, slowly coming to an end on this land taken over by the law.

The breath of the empire completely ceased.

The signal from the main brain has been cut off, the hub data has no owner, and the colonial administrative authority has been frozen.

Legal review completed.

Redistribution of authority.

Civilizations change.

From now on, this land no longer belongs to any faith, any mastermind, or the remnant of any "great tribe" -

It belongs only to the conquerors of the stars.

Hugh Abraham, no words, no need of words.

He stood there, his right hand hanging down, his left hand across his chest, facing the entire post-war scorched earth, facing the ruins of the once prosperous empire that was now only left with bones and ashes.

And above him, is the crown.

The Iron Crown slowly rotated several feet above his head. Its radiance was not bright, but very deep. The twelve star gems burned quietly, and the obsidian body in the center seemed to have swallowed up the last ray of light in the sky, making the crown the only focus of law in this dark sky.

At the same time, outside the battlefield, the entire Earthly Courtyard was simultaneously connected to this scene.

In the central control bridges, commanders and special operators stood with bated breath; in the vast halls of the front-line floating fortresses, the imperial guards lined up in formation, staring at the giant screen; in the rear fleet home port, the colonial dispatch command center, the residual courtyard dispatch group...

The whole army is synchronized.

Holographic sharing.

At that moment, everyone saw the light—the colossus was kneeling on the ground, the divine machine was supporting the king, and the glow reached the top.

The crown hangs high.

Hugh Abraham stood below.

One man, standing on the ashes of all races, bends the laws, ceases the war, and makes the ships submit.

At the other end of the star track, in the Naresius hub area, in all directions, like silent volcanoes suddenly erupting with scorching echoes -

"All honor goes to His Majesty Hugh Abraham—!"

"Glory to the Earthly Courtyard—!"

"All honor goes to Heaven--!"

The voices overlapped, converged, and broke through the sky, as if the entire starry sky was crowning one man's throne.

He ended the rule of the God-Brain, he shattered the formatting weapons, and he destroyed the Mind-Drainer Empire.

From then on, this name was remembered in the sea of ​​stars.

Hugh Abraham - Conqueror of the Stars.