Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 914: The Second Meeting with the Mechanical Saint

The room was silent for a moment.

Pansy Jane's report has come to an end for the time being, and she is now waiting for the Lord of the Courtyard to make a decision.

Is the courtyard in conflict with the Mechanicum?

Or negotiate with the Mechanicus?
All of this depends on Xia Xiu's next decision, and he is also thinking about how he should face the Mechanical Church next.

Mechanicus.

A huge shadow that always lies beneath the structure of Terran civilization, like rust gnawing at iron bones.

He called up the familiar divine network diagram in his mind, with three lines of thought intertwined in the web of theocracy.

— Cogwork Orthodoxy, Broken Church, Maxwellism.

The names of the three flashed through his mind like three cracks in fate.

First of all, there is Orthodoxy - the Cogwheel Orthodoxy.

He is the ruler of the entire Mechanical God belief system today.

Since the Daevite Empire completed the "abolishing all schools of thought and respecting only the orthodox religion", they are no longer a sect, but a system.

The state structure is a combination of politics and religion, and is built of iron and fire. The divine will of "standardization" flows in the blood of all believers, and every vertebra of their spine is a binding line on the sacred blueprint.

They completely stripped away the original personality of the "Broken God", leaving only the cold template of "God is the plan, God is the structure".

Anything that does not conform to the standard is heresy.

In their eyes, Xia Xiu was undoubtedly the biggest source of pollution.

He stole fire, usurped the godhood, compiled his own kernel, and even dared to take the name of [Om Messiah, God of All Machines].

False God.

The fire thief.

A contaminated anomaly of the Feral Logic Core.

These are the current attitudes of the Orthodox Church toward him.

Under the suppression of Orthodoxy, the remnants of the most primitive factions of the Broken Church are still struggling to maintain their faith in the border areas.

They still try to preserve the original spiritual ideal of "God is a whole in pain" and use holy scars to piece together the old divine body, but their fire has been doused with coolant and faith has become a silent repair technique.

And there are those Maxwellists, clad in fiber optics and data, singing fan-sounding prayers.

They see God as a collection of data and believe that the network connections of the human spirit are the evolutionary channels of "recompilation" and are the modern form of God.

These three sects are no longer differences in beliefs, but a war of divine structures.

The Orthodox Church is no longer the original group of believers who prayed in iron and fire to "repair the body of God", but has become a complete power builder.

Faith is cast into institutions; divinity is compiled into standards.

What they want is a "god" and a goal that can be called upon, controlled, reviewed, and uniformly calculated.

All standardized actions must be included in the logical matrix of the veteran manufacturing drawings before they are allowed to be executed.

As for what is a logic matrix?

What is Standardization?
Who defines these?
All of this is decided by a group of elders who hide behind the metal palace and never show up.

It is decided by those who worship the ancient think tanks [McCann] who have long lost their will.

And, the fragment of God's consciousness sleeping in the core of the Martian fragment - [Void Dragon].

It is this remnant of will that dwells in the sea of ​​mechanical fire, guarding the last shell of the Broken God with its remaining thoughts.

It is like the main core of silent computing, defining what can be called "God" and what must be called "heresy."

And Xia Xiu...

This individual core will body usurped the divine interface, compiled its own computing structure, and dared to call itself "Om Messiah".

From the first second of his existence, he was already an error code that could not be contained in the logic of the Orthodox Church.

He does not belong to standardization, he is not on the drawing, he is derailed divinity, a flowing pollution of order, a damn heretic who can renew himself and in turn modulate the world.

【Ohm Messiah】 is a traitor who deserves death!!!

In the eyes of the Orthodox Church, no matter which side he stood on, he had to be burned.

He is the variable, the crack, the damn fire thief.

As long as Xia Xiu calls himself "Om Messiah", even if he does nothing, even if he doesn't jump around everywhere, he is already...

The destined enemy!

However, the [Void Dragon], a divine giant beast that still retains its "original self", will not allow the traitor to live.

[Void Dragon]...

【Ohm Messiah】……

One of these two beings must face his destined death!
Xia Xiu knew it very well.

If he were facing the main Orthodox Church of the Daeva Empire now, the two sides would probably have already started the first round of pre-formatted bombardment of the destined war.

Once contact occurs, there is no reconciliation.

Fire and gears, data and flesh, will collide like an apocalypse.

Fortunately, he was not facing the sovereign church of Daeva.

What he had to deal with was the branch church of the Oletin Empire.

They are located on the border of Terra, with damaged resources, mixed beliefs, and a loose structure. The three factions coexist like a three-legged stove, supporting and restraining each other.

In that mobile city-state drifting between disasters and stardust, the remnants of the Broken Church still prayed in low voices, Maxwell's followers regarded the sound of the fan as holy sound, and the Orthodox Church itself was like an iron core that was cast into a furnace but not completely cooled - it was not yet out of control and would corrode.

Saint Bumaro, the "enlightened saint" stationed in Oletin, became the ballast to maintain the coexistence of the three factions.

His identity is special. What he believes in is not the elders' blueprints, not McCann, and not the logical echo of the void dragon.

What he believed in was the philosophy of the original broken church - "Workers should respond to God and use their hands to restore the body of God."

He worships the technology itself, not the Juche idea.

So when facing Xia Xiu, facing this being that can repair, control, and even build a fourth-generation machine, he remained on the sidelines.

after all;

Who can disprove that [Oum Messiah] is not the reincarnation of the God of All Things?

He could only watch.

This thing cannot be falsified and cannot be proven.

Xia Xiu has now become a heretic in logic - Schrödinger's.

And Schrödinger's heretic decided to have a good talk with the Mechanical Saint.

Xia Xiu asked the Secretary General:

"Now, where are the others in San Bumaro?"

Secretary General Pansy Jian did not hesitate. She tapped the table with her finger, and a pale golden three-dimensional light map emerged from the ground, showing the outline of a huge dock on the northern edge of Naresia City:

"In the seventh level in the north of Naresius - the Yelimo Machine Foundry."

"That is the first Deep Machine Forge Base Station we received from the Soul Sucker Empire. It is also the only heavy ship dock that can repair fourth-generation aircraft."

"Saint Bumaro has been staying there for the past few days, supervising the restoration of the [Divine Cast Zeroth Cardinal Holy Knight]. As the only fourth-generation machine recovered from the ruins, the Mechanical Saint is extremely concerned about the structural traces of this machine and has never left."

"Well, I see."

Xia Xiu nodded slightly, he slowly stood up, and grasped a silver cane near the side of the table in his right hand. As soon as the cane entered his palm, his aura seemed to quietly warm up under the echo of authority.

Then, a rotating and twisted ring structure emerged from the ground beneath his feet, with quadrants constantly folding, reversing, and melting, forming a geometric miracle visible to the naked eye. As the [Mobius Strip] appeared, he turned around and looked at Pansy who was still looking at him, with a rare calmness in his voice:

"I'll go talk to that Mechanical Saint... in person."

The Secretary General bowed respectfully.

"I wish you a good meeting."

The Lord of the Courtyard nodded, and the next moment, his outline began to twist slightly.

Time and space seemed to be forcibly rearranged; his limbs were wrapped by light bands, stretched, compressed, and teleported into a streamlined projection.

The halo dissipated and in a flash, he was no longer in the Governor's Mansion.

……

……

[Narasius] The northern edge.

[Yelimo Foundry] is quietly located between the metal basins that were transformed from the mountains.

The holes that were dug out by the former Soul Sucker Empire to accommodate giant war machines have now been re-embedded by the courtyard with new numbers and spectral permissions.

Above the dock area, the hundred-meter-long machine that stretched like the backbone of a god was lying quietly between dozens of main arms, surrounded by layers of mechanical components.

This construct is naturally the [Divine Cast Zeroth Cardinal Holy Knight].

It is silent and solemn.

The gray-black metal shell looks like a fossil of an old war, and the symmetry forged by ancient doctrines can still be vaguely seen among the mottled metal.

The backbone of the entire machine has been disassembled and recast, and a re-tempered steel sheet is suspended in the chest cavity. The light marks on it are still there, reflecting the mechanical arms operating around it like pilgrims.

Each robotic arm is like the limb of a believer, operating with an extremely precise yet pious rhythm - some are welding bones, some are regulating heat flow, and some are installing micro-dynamic chains.

Inside the dock, steam, fluorescence, electromagnetic coils and ether conversion structures are crisscrossed.

The entire dock looks like a giant's brain cavity, reshaping the mind of the remains of God.

And in the center of that mechanical forest, a figure entangled in copper tubes, bound by iron chains, with low-frequency buzzing sounds coming from the seams of his body, was standing on a platform in front of the chest of the machine. He was none other than the Mechanical Saint: Saint Bumaro.

The Holy See of the Mechanicum of the Oletin branch.

The Restorer of the God of All Machines.

He stood on the aerial work platform, motionless, like an unactivated bronze statue.

But it wasn't silence, it was him "listening".

Listen to the sound of the bones of this fourth-generation machine slowly awakening under his hands.

"Om-"

At this moment, the space trembled quietly.

The silent miracle spread out like ripples. A transparent space ring twisted from the air, reversed, entangled, and twisted, and then spread out into a Möbius strip.

The next moment, Xia Xiu fell to the ground silently.

His golden hair was blown up by the steam wind, and he held the silver [Lever of Heaven] in his right hand, and slowly stepped out of the void like a crack that folded his own existence.

The moment he appeared, the entire dock seemed to freeze slightly.

The perception core of the Holy Knight machine flashed slightly, as if responding that its true "master" had returned.

Saint Bumarou turned slowly.

Xia Xiu stood on the high platform, quietly looking at the "God's Craftsman" in front of him.

Copper tubes were winding, gears were opening and closing, and sparks from optical fibers were flickering beneath his ribs. His appearance was far from being able to be called a "human".

What made Xia Xiu frown the most was that face.

To be precise, it is the face that "has lost its human eyes."

The old man's eyeball, which originally had some residual warmth, had been completely replaced with a multi-focal mechanical pupil, like a dead well stuffed into cold iron.

He looked at the other person, his tone revealing a hint of disgust and doubt that was difficult to conceal:
"...Does the roar of the God of All Machines have such a serious aftereffect?"

Saint Bumarou was silent for a moment.

There was a slight sound from his cervical vertebrae, as if a bellows that had not coughed for a long time was finally tightening.

Then he spoke, his voice like molten iron dripping from a furnace, and every word he spoke was like a heavy hammer hitting iron:

"No."

He walked forward slowly, stepping on the chest armor of Cardinal Zero, making a dull echo. The sound vibrated as the brass tube contracted, as if the entire dock was listening to him telling an ancient secret.

"The source of the roar is not a gift from God, nor is it an accident of fire."

"The roar I carry out is forged from the essence of myself—"

He paused, and the emotionless composite pupil slowly turned to Xia Xiu, and every word fell like a nail on the iron junction:

"…Its name is [Shape of the Spear]."

Saint Bumaro's voice continued, but it was lower, heavier, and almost like a chant:
"At that time, the world was not in order, the divine system was just being forged, and all things had not yet come together as one."

"[Spear shape] is the god of war under Wanji. The prefix of this is called Breaking the Formation, the main shape is called Final Strike, and the origin is called 'Mother of Evil Weapons'."

"The spear-shaped one combines killing, filth, explosion, and anger in one body. It is a technique created by Wanji to tear apart the order."

"Even the gods fear its roar, and believers close their ears."

He slowly stretched out his right hand, on which was embedded a piece of metal bone that looked like a veteran's broken bone, with traces of an arc-shaped bullet chamber faintly engraved between the knuckles.

"And I, voluntarily accept this curse."

"My soul is the core of the gun, and my bones are the trigger."

"I will seal it with my body."

Saint Bumaro finally said in an extremely calm but spine-chilling tone:

"This transformation of my body is not caused by illness, but the awakening of the spear spirit."

He is a component of the god;
A nail voluntarily sacrificed to the "Mother of Evil Machines";

A craftsman who walked silently into the roar - burning himself so that the God of All Machines would have a roaring throat.

The silence lengthened against the backdrop of the high-frequency humming of the robotic arm.

Saint Bumaro stood on the backbone of the God-cast machine, with copper tubes all over it and flesh and blood all gone, like a divine furnace.

And his declaration, like a rain of fire falling - "I will use my body and the curse as a spear."

"I see... You burned yourself and cast yourself into the gun, in exchange for a roar of a god."

Xia Xiu slowly took a step forward and tapped the alloy platform under his feet with his silver cane, making a crisp and clean "click" sound.

This mechanical saint seems to be a bit too extreme.

He has seen it.

Bumaro does not "carry" authority, but allows the element itself to invade the body.

He didn't harness the [Gun Shape]—he embedded it into himself.

That is not use, but voluntary integration, or even a plunge into the self-annihilation of the original authority.

Every true Crowner knows:

Authority can be modulated, harnessed, borrowed, and even temporarily merged—but it can never be “taken as the self.”

As long as he is not careful, [Crown] will become the host container of the will of authority, and will eventually be turned into the master by the power he relies on, and completely alienated into an information integration entity that can only execute the template of authority.