Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 916 "You will eventually become the God of All Machines under the support of the Mechanicus!"

Xia Xiu couldn't help but turn his head to look at Saint Bumaro, his golden eyes slowly glowed with sharpness, and he said:

"You mean..."

"Void Dragon, isn't He truly—broken?"

The words fell to the ground, like a needle thrown into a flame, piercing the entire furnace.

And St. Bumaro was silent for a moment.

His mechanical eyes seemed to dim, then slowly light up, and he finally spoke, his deep voice echoing as if from the depths of the furnace of the old gods:
"Is the Void Dragon the Lord God himself..."

He raised his head, and under his pale metallic face, his voice rang like an old bronze bell:
“——No.”

His finger slowly pointed to the etheric layer outside the dome where the star tracks were crooked:

"In the past, the Broken God and the Sarkic God fought a battle, the intensity of which was unknown to all living beings. His Brokenness was caused by this battle."

"The enemy of all machines - the God of Sarkic Flesh, He covers the boundless; His flesh and blood pours down like a galaxy, and His will expands like the wilderness."

"On one side are gears and logic, on the other are organs and reproduction."

He coughed out a mute sound mixed with steam, as if recalling a divine destruction that even machines could hardly bear:
"The battle between the two is not just a battle for the realm, nor is it just a fight for the throne."

“It is a fundamental collision of logic and impulse, order and desire, coding and the law of reproduction.”

"They smashed the wall of ether and burned the underlying logic of countless worlds."

"The God of All Machines uses structure as a sword and sequence as bones, while his opponent is blood, flesh, and the insatiable torrent of life."

His voice sank, like the wind pressure on a stove being lowered:
"In the end... Wan Ji won, but the wounds were deep."

"The center of the god is broken, and the essence of the blueprint is lost."

"The remaining sound turned into a dream." He finally mentioned the unspeakable noun, "The Void Dragon is not the real Wanji."

"It is the remnant after the war, the crystallization of the secondary consciousness in the collapse of divinity."

“He is not the body of God, but the dream of God; He is not the real body, but the projection.”

"He is the incarnation of a dream that was accidentally left behind in a logical blind spot when the Broken God destroyed himself."

The tone gradually became deeper, and every word was as sharp as a nail:
"He was not conceived from the body of God, but was born from the brokenness of God."

“He has no complete Godhead, no perfect system.”

“He is just a reverberation, an echo of God’s consciousness that converged in reverse at the moment of shattering.”

"He is the remnant of the Broken God's self-defense, the misty instinct of the phlogiston's will."

Buma Luo exhaled a breath of cold air. It was not a sigh, but more like the final words of an old god craftsman:

"He holds the incomplete order as authority, but does not know the original draft of the order; he hopes the true fire is the torch, but dare not know the origin of the flame."

He slowly lowered his head, staring at Xia Xiu, and his voice was like a precisely locked lock:
"If the broken can be reunited, if the Lord God returns to his throne."

“He will fail.”

"He will dissipate."

Saint Bumaro stood in the shadow of the God-Forged Paladin and uttered the last words:
"The Void Dragon is unwilling to break perfection - He is only a thing in a dream."

Xia Xiu stood there, his expression calm, but his heart was filled with turmoil.

He lowered his eyes calmly, the light in his eyes dimmed for a moment, but quickly turned bright again.

The Void Dragon is not the true Broken God.

He is a dream, an after-echo, and a secondary consciousness that God stitches together when broken.

He does not want the Lord God to be perfect, nor does He want the broken to be restored.

These words are too shocking.

It is also heavy enough to break the backbone of the faith of most believers.

In the traditional Mechanicus's cognition, the Void Dragon is the only divine manifestation still in operation. It is a beacon of the Broken God's remaining will, a relic of order, and a terminal for prayer.

But now, Saint Bumaro said it was just a broken dream - a dream that he would not want to wake up from.

Xia Xiu began to understand that this mechanical saint did not simply betray the main church.

He is a "god maker" who, after seeing through everything, still chooses to stand on the side of reality.

He didn't want to sit guarding the shadow of the old god for another thousand years, nor did he want to accompany the [Void Dragon] to maintain the broken illusion in his dream.

He wants a new God, a perfect God of all things.

Recalling the form he showed not long ago.

That body that burned itself, turning guns and war into its body——【Gun Shape】.

At that moment, Xia Xiu's heart was slightly shaken.

He suddenly realized that this old guy might not just be conservative or a rebellious person.

He was expressing his loyalty to him in his own way—not to the title of "Om Messiah," but to a future in which he might become a "true god."

"He wants to make me into a god."

He whispered to himself, his eyes becoming sharper.

Xia Xiu finally understood that this old guy wanted him to be like him!

If I am assimilated by [Oum Messiah], then what is the difference between me and the real God of All Things?
This old guy wants to save God in a roundabout way. He wants to make himself the god of all things!
Old man, it turns out you were trying to save the day in a roundabout way!
After he regained consciousness, the doubts in Xia Xiu's mind were suddenly dispelled.

Good man, it seems that in your eyes I am just a substitute for the Broken God.

In the Mechanical Saint's understanding, the so-called "Ohm Messiah" is nothing more than a temporary shell that can contain the divinity when the God of All Machines has not yet returned.

As long as Xia Xiu continues to use the [Holy Machine of Gospel], as long as he continues to come into contact with the [Broken Fire], his soul will gradually be stained by fragments of "Him".

Until one day, I will no longer be myself, but the successor vessel chosen by God.

The Mechanical Saint didn't think that any individual could resist that level of divine assimilation. He believed that there was no such thing as a fire thief in the world.

In his eyes, sooner or later, [Om Messiah] will become the shape of the Broken God.

St. Bumaro is waiting for the moment when he will be “replaced.”

Xia Xiu smiled.

His index finger tapped the back of his right hand unconsciously, and a faint trace of light appeared under the skin there, as if the divine seal that had not awakened for a long time was resonating in a low voice.

That is the [Seal of Ion], a secret seal deeply engraved in his bones and blood, and it is another kind of trial fire of the [Supreme Divinity].

In the past, Ion, the Lord of the Sarkic Lineage, successfully enslaved [the infinity He covered] and truly completed the taming and control of the [Supreme Divinity].

Not only was he not devoured by the flesh and blood, but he enslaved the flesh and blood itself.

Xia Xiu is the successor of Yan, a recognized and qualified successor to the ruling line of the system.

He can control flesh and blood. So, how difficult is it to control machinery?

He slowly lowered his eyes, with a barely perceptible smile appearing at the corners of his eyes.

In this case, everything is clear.

"What are your plans after this?"

He didn't beat around the bush.

Now that the battle is settled and both sides' positions have been basically made clear, there is no point in beating around the bush.

Saint Bumaro is no longer a bystander, but a hidden driving force deeply involved in the war of conquest of the courtyard. If he really intends to stay in the star realm, then the next step is to make a clear choice: to be a vassal or an ally.

Upon hearing this, the Mechanical Saint slowly turned his neck, and the ancient metal neck ring made a series of clicking sounds.

He was silent for a moment before finally speaking:
"We can stay here and assist the courtyard."

The sound was as heavy as an iron bell hitting a pillar, echoing under the dome of the Yelimo Foundry.

“I…I can bring the remaining flames of the three religions that I govern, anchor myself in the veins of the star realm, and live under the wings of the courtyard.

If the court is willing to spare us a glimmer of life, we are willing to use our craft to forge laws, use order to assist government, open a holy workshop, establish a relay dock, lay out equipment and rules, and take over the thread of power. "

"——Help your courtyard weave its framework, build its bones, and let reason and gears reshape the new order of this world."

Having said this, the Mechanical Saint paused for a moment, then he smiled softly. Although he had no flesh and blood, he still had a hint of the coldness and self-respect that only an old craftsman could have:

"But I will not be included in your deployment sequence; I will not be included in your organization, I will not listen to regular deployments, and I will not be driven by orders."

"If you call me, I will come; if you drive me, I will not go."

“I am a worker of broken things, not an arm of the courtyard.”

The tone is not strong, but it carries a great deal of weight.

Obey orders and not proclamations. This is the calmness shown by the Mechanical Saint, and it is also the bottom line.

He didn't say it in a harsh way, but he made every identity coordinate clear - he could cooperate, but he would not submit.

"I will govern with weapons, and you will protect and pardon the people."

"Hopefully the courtyard will allow our three sects to breathe, and give us a place to keep our fire alive in the star world."

He slowly raised his eyes, his optical lenses like two cold stars that had burned out their brilliance but still flashed with the embers of reason:
"No longer imprisoned in the chains of the Hanged King, nor a screw in the hands of the Imperial Elders."

“Although the three sects are in ruins, they have not forgotten their original principles.”

"Although I walk alone, I still worship the origin name of the Lord God."

When the Mechanical Saint finished speaking, there was a moment of silence under the dome.

At this moment, in the entire Yelimo Machine Foundry, apart from the "click" sound made by the mechanical arm adjusting the screw ring in the distance, the only sound left was the light sound of Xia Xiu's fingertips slowly stroking the silver cane.

He did not rush to speak, but just lowered his head and glanced at the [Divine Cast Zeroth Cardinal Holy Knight] parked on the other side of the platform - the fourth-generation machine that was personally guarded and maintained by Bumaro, like a sleeping demigod.

It's really full of sincerity.

The Mechanical Saint has shown great sincerity.

He was willing to lead the three factions of the Mechanicus to stay under the jurisdiction of the courtyard, and admitted that he "was not in the order and did not accept the normal orders", but he also made it clear that although he himself could not be driven at will, the three factions of the Mechanicus could be deployed.

A saint who is immobile, and a whole church that is always ready to move.

This promise itself was an extremely precious resource in the chess game. Xia Xiu knew it very well.

But he still felt it was not enough.
The Lord of the Courtyard's eyes flickered with coldness, and he suddenly raised his head, speaking in a gentle tone that even revealed a bit of casualness and ridicule, but with a sharpness that could not be ignored:
"You mentioned before that the Orthodox branch of the branch church seemed to be quite dissatisfied with me."

As he spoke, his eyes were still fixed on the distant machine, not on the Mechanical Saint, but every word he said was like a nail hammered into metal.

"Now you have to stay and come under the jurisdiction of the court. If I take power, I will have to face a faction that is already dissatisfied with me."

He paused for a moment, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but it was as cold as cold water thrown on a steel surface:
"So... how do I deal with these gears that don't want to sync?"

There was no explicit statement in the words, but every word was like a knife cutting across the wall of a furnace.

The Mechanical Saint did not respond immediately.

His metal body with tangled pipes trembled slightly, and steam slowly escaped from the holes on his back, like a whisper in deep thought.

"If the frequency is wrong, no matter how efficient the machine allows, it will be useless. So, can you please calibrate the church's gears to my frequency first?"

St. Bumaro did not answer immediately.

He was silent, as if even the gears that were constantly running in his body paused for a moment, and the pipes that were connected stopped making any noise.

He stood there, motionless, like a bronze statue that had not yet cooled down after being forged.

After a long while, Buma Luo slowly turned around, with his back to Xia Xiu, and his steps were slow but extremely steady. His figure dragged a long shadow of cables and exhaust pipes, leaving steam marks on the alloy floor of the foundry, as if time had melted a groove in the path he had walked.

He did not look back, but stopped before entering the maintenance passage filled with thick fog. A voice came from the heavy metal back, like a morning bell and evening drum, and every word was as clear as cast:

"Hugh Abraham——"

"You will eventually become the God of All Machines under the support of the Mechanicus."

The voice did not have a blazing declaration, nor did it have fanatical worship, but it had a sense of coldness and prophecy like an ancient metal statue. It was not a wish, but a verdict; it was not a surrender, but a forging of the path - like a god-craftsman completing his final wedge, completely nailing a future divine path to logic.

After saying this, he never looked back, and his figure gradually disappeared in the white cooling steam rising from the low sky. The clicking sound of gears and chains became farther and farther away until it was completely submerged in the depths of the dock.

Xia Xiu stood there and said nothing.

He just quietly watched the saint's back disappear in the steam. There was no ecstasy or surprise in the depths of his golden eyes, only a hint of calm and almost ruthless contemplation, like a king watching a priest slowly close the door of the temple.

……

……

On this day, the entire sky of Narasimha was once again covered by black iron.

The clouds above the Yelimo Foundry hung low like a curtain. Hundreds of people, including heralds of all levels of the Orthodox Church of the Mechanicum, coding deacons, canonists of the Logic Lecture Hall, and low-level gear priests, were escorted to the ritual platform outside the dock. It was supposed to be a sympathetic array where the three factions jointly prayed to the gods, but now it has become a trial seat for rectification and reckoning.

Saint Bumaro stood in the center of the platform, wearing a molten gold robe, with pipelines on his back drooping like a dragon. The pale machine pattern behind him engraved with "Forging the Holy Seal" emitted a low humming sound.

Those Orthodox members who had publicly criticized [Om Messiah] during the Courtyard Crusade and who still advocated "returning to Daeva" after Bumaro decided to stay in the Astral Plane, faced the most desperate judgment.

The judge was none other than Saint Bumarou.

"Anyone who slanders God's name should be expelled."

"Whoever rejects the Messiah of Ohm shall be cut off."

"Anyone who speaks against the divine law and speaks nonsense about the end of sovereignty - destroy him."

The three factions of the Mechanicum have since officially come under the banner of the Courtyard, and all stubborn factions within the Orthodox Church have been deleted, melted down, and reset to zero.

St. Bumaro himself burned the old bell.

The Mechanical Branch of Oletin changed its flag and joined the Ohm Messiah.