Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 920 Return to Terra
In the office of Governor Naresius, everything was still as quiet as before Xia Xiu left.

The morning light from the starry sky outside the window shines through the half-open light-blocking curtains, slanting down between the desk and the filing rack. Dust floats quietly in the beam of light, like solidified time.

The Lord of the Courtyard lay on his back on the black office chair that he had destroyed countless times, his head resting on the back of the chair, one hand on the armrest, and the other slowly raised to rub his brows.

The warmth from his palms had not yet dispelled the heaviness on his forehead, and his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he wanted to crush and smooth out the meeting from the depths of his consciousness.

But the echo of that conference still lingers in the deepest part of my mind, like a nail nailed into the spiritual foundation.

Xia Xiu took a deep breath and his throat felt dry.

“…It’s really like one wave after another.”

He murmured in a low voice, as if talking to himself, or as if blaming the machine of fate that never stopped working.

The light of the Rainbow Bridge has not yet completely faded from his pupils. The whispers of the resolution meeting, the orders of heaven, and the warnings of [Blackbird] about Atlantis are still echoing in his ears.

And that final command - "You will hold a lever to pry open a star god" - was more like a thunder that echoed in his mind.

"Operation Kick-off." He repeated the code name in a low voice, and the corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a trace of self-mockery, like a bitter smile.

"I am simple and unpretentious, but I carry a lot of weight. I am really a brick in heaven, and I will move wherever I am needed."

In this kick-off operation, in addition to leveraging the Star God, the Kingdom of Heaven also organized a group to expedition to the [Large Group] on the Star God.

They are the descendants of the ancient Haisi Kingdom, and perhaps also the remaining descendants of some forgotten gods.

More importantly, they were trying to awaken the sleeping star god, and they themselves wanted to pry it out of orbit and expel it from the Terra sky.

And he knew clearly that this time, regardless of the success or failure of the action, he would receive a complete gift from heaven, a complete...

——[Miracle Prologue: Lever of Heaven].

what does this mean?
This means that he will truly hold the ultimate weapon known as the "tool to pry open the gods."

Not fragments, not temporary assembly, but a complete and unified sacred component.

He will have a copy of [Miracle].

After his thoughts came back to normal, Xia Xiu sat up straight.

He raised his right hand, and his fingertips brushed across a crystal node on the table. A light blue interface suddenly unfolded, and the faint shadow of the genealogical think tank [Adam] condensed in the air.

"Activate wartime dispatch authority." Xia Xiu spoke clearly and calmly, "Connect the Mole Science Society and the Courtyard Mechanicus."

Adam's interface instantly emitted a slight beep, and the verification flow of the permission link spread out on the interface like water waves.

After a moment, the connection was completed, a light chain of a special encrypted channel lit up in the air, and a virtual projection slowly condensed.

The moment the projection was completed, the figure of the mole appeared in front of Xia Xiu.

He leaned forward and saluted to the Lord of the Courtyard, his voice solemn and with a clear mechanical etiquette module:

"Good day, Your Majesty Abraham."

He raised his head and looked ahead calmly:

"May I ask what your orders are today?"

Xia Xiu leaned back in his chair, folded his hands in front of his chest, and his eyes slid across the thin but loyal figure in the interface.

"You should prepare and transport the 3.5th generation aircraft, including the [Morning Star], [Azligon], [Veseltain], the th generation aircraft [God-cast Zeroth Cardinal Holy Knight] that is being modified at the Yermo Foundry, and my [Holy Machine of Gospel] - these five core combat units."

He paused for a moment, his eyes condensed like a sword in the void, "Find a Sword-class frigate. The model is not important, but it must be at least 1.6 kilometers long. Clear out the weapons bay, energy storage compartment, and automatic gun group, and free up all the space for storing and debugging the aircraft."

At this point, his tone was filled with determination:
"I want you to complete the hull cleaning, power reconstruction, environmental stabilization adjustment and camouflage layer implantation within 48 hours, and give me a 'Mech Mobile Aircraft Carrier'."

The mole in the projection was visibly stunned, and a rare, brief hint of surprise flashed through his eyes, which were usually as calm as a data stream.

Of course, he knew what these five machines meant: a fourth-generation Holy Knight, a [Gospel]-level deep crown fighter, plus three 3.5-generation peak fighters - this is the entire backbone of the Courtyard Machine Casting Sequence and the cornerstone supporting the entire star order.

The Mole whispered subconsciously:
"Sir... this is... a full mobilization... is it from the Kingdom of Heaven?"

Xia Xiu just raised his eyelids slightly and said calmly:
"Yes, ready to tee off."

The Mole's pupils shrank slightly, but soon, as an operator accustomed to facing high-pressure dispatches, his instinct made him calm down quickly.

He did not ask any further questions or hesitate, but simply lowered his head and began to quickly call up the command panel.

His fingertips danced, and several high-priority permission chains quickly slid across the interface, extending from the Science Society's operating system to the heterogeneous engineering sequence of the Courtyard Mechanical Church.

All instructions represent the awakening of engineering threads from their slumber, and each line of encrypted code is a sign that the courtyard mobilization system has been pushed to its limit.

"The authority has been executed. The wartime mobilization code has covered the joint dispatch platform of the two religions and has entered the countdown." The mole reported without raising his head.

But at this time, he paused slightly and frowned slightly, obviously encountering some resistance.

"However, Your Majesty..." He raised his head hesitantly, "The deployment of other machines is under control, but -"

"Over at the Yelimo Machine Foundry." He weighed his tone and spoke in a low voice: "The Mechanical Saint Saint Bumaro... is still personally overseeing the maintenance process of the [Divine Cast Zeroth Cardinal Holy Knight]."

"Although this aircraft is in the courtyard's combat readiness sequence, it is still supervised by the Saint himself. He... does not belong to the Science Society, nor does he have dispatch authority. If I go to transport the aircraft directly, I'm afraid he will stop me."

Xia Xiu just raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

"It doesn't matter."

He sat up straight and tapped the top of his silver cane with his index finger, his voice casual but steady:
"I will contact San Bumaro personally. If he trusts me, he will deliver the machine on time."

"You just need to follow my instructions and transform the Sword-class frigate, empty the belly of the ship, lay out the brackets, and install the main control core - prepare this 'Floating Divine Stable' to be what I want."

The mole lowered his head, his figure as solemn as a monument.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Before the projection dissipated, he still saluted meticulously - as if he was facing the execution body of the dominant law.

Then, his figure disappeared along with the information wave, turning into a silent data stream and disappearing into the air.

When the mole's communication was completely cut off, the remaining light particles in the air quickly collapsed into a line. Xia Xiu sat in the chair and moved his fingers lightly.

"Adam, contact San Bumaro."

Metallic sound waves spread in the air, and a pale golden halo slowly emerged. A moment later, the familiar yet increasingly alien figure appeared in front of him.

The projection image of Saint Bumaro was stable, and the head was still wrapped in layers of copper tubes and nerve cables. The mechanical texture had replaced the remaining warmth of flesh and blood. He did not say hello, but just stared at Xia Xiu quietly.

After a long while, he slowly spoke. His voice seemed to come out from the friction of cast iron components. It was low and solemn, with an ancient and serious sacrificial tone:

"You mobilized five war-casting divine machines and emptied the belly of the sword-class giant ship, wanting to put all the weapons into one body... Where are you going this time?" Xia Xiu did not directly answer his question, but raised his hand and pointed above him - to the empty sky outside the towering dome of the Governor's Mansion.

"It's not me who's going to move." His voice was light, but it carried a weight that was hard to ignore. "Someone above is going to move."

“Heaven is making a big move.”

The image of Saint Bumarou paused slightly, and the only mechanical eye exposed in the metal seemed to shrink slightly for a moment.

After a moment of silence, he spoke in a low voice without any emotion in his tone:
"Now that we have been assigned to the courtyard, I and my followers should be transferred."

Xia Xiu nodded, his expression rarely showing a hint of seriousness.

He slowly stood up and looked at the inhuman image:

"I will take away the Holy Machine of Gospel, the Divine Cast Zeroth Cardinal Holy Knight, and three other combat machines."

"And during the time I'm away from the Star Realm, Mr. Bumaro - I hope you can stay in Narexius, access the management node chain, and take action personally when necessary."

Just a few words, but they contain great trust and entrustment.

St. Bumaro did not immediately reply.

His rusty head lowered slightly, as if he was suppressing his surging will in some thought.

Ten seconds later, his voice sounded again, still with the same ceremonial solemnity as before:
"I am the crown of the Jijiao, and the bearer of the seal of the iron oath."

"I will guard the courtyard with the coolant flowing through my veins, the holy covenant forged from my bones, and the chant of rusted iron."

Xia Xiu nodded slightly to the Mechanical Saint, slowly raised his hand, and ended the call.

The light circle slowly narrowed, and the inhuman image that was as majestic as a god dimmed and dissipated. The room returned to silence, and he was the only one left, standing in the empty Governor's Mansion, with the half-bright and half-dark sky of the star realm behind him, and light and shadow intertwined on his shoulders.

Xia Xiu sighed softly.

He knew that his most important step had been completed.

Coordination with the Mechanical Saint was the key to keeping the entire courtyard running and suppressing potential fluctuations. He did not forcefully mobilize the [Divine Cast Zeroth Cardinal Paladin], nor did he use the only [Sword of Glory]-class strategic ship in the courtyard.

It’s not that I don’t want to, but that I can’t.

"It's better to keep a sword behind you than to be empty-handed." Xia Xiu looked up at the sky and whispered to himself, "Even if I'm away on an expedition, with Saint Bumaro in charge and the Sword of Glory... if other forces really want to take advantage of this opportunity, they have to think twice."

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Forty-two hours later.

[Yelimo Foundry], suspended high above the star port, has a tower-shaped entrance that opens up like layers of levels, with starlight and energy rays crisscrossing inside.

The Scientific Society and the Mechanicum worked together to complete the dispatch.

The Sword-class frigate, which was completely reconstructed according to the STC template, was quietly suspended in the anchorage. The entire hull was silver-white, and its main ship cavity was completely emptied. The internal space was like a ceremonial hall stripped of its war function.

In the middle of the ship, five locking rings were firmly placed.

The first place is where a silver-colored machine - [Morning Star] is parked. It is like the morning light, with a sharp blade, standing silently.

The second one is [Azligon] painted with dark blue scales. Its body like a giant whale hides silent destructive firepower.

The third place is the iron-blooded [Wessertain], whose skeleton is clearly visible, like a god of vengeance awakening from a deadly battle.

The fourth one is the Holy Knight Machine sleeping under the holy light of the dock - [God-cast Zeroth Cardinal Holy Knight Machine]. Its shell is slowly closing, and complex divine inscriptions are emerging on the shoulder armor. It is the final paint job after Bumaro personally inspected it.

The fifth place is the [Holy Machine of Gospel] belonging to Xia Xiu himself, and the entire machine stands at the core position.

All five machines have been placed, lying quietly and silently in the body cavity of this silver-white ship.

Outside, technicians from the Mechanicus Church and the Mole Science Society were doing the final inspection and docking. Engineering instructions were silently transmitted back and forth on various frequency bands. Optical cables, cooling pipes and power locks were connected one by one. All systems were ready. Once the hatch was closed and the distance was calculated, they could execute the destiny expedition known as [Kick-off].

The ship's port broadcast slowly sounded, echoing in the vast foundry:
"All units, connection confirmed."

"The five machines have been placed."

"Wait for His Majesty Abraham to board the ship and start the operation on time."

Outside the foundry, the energy lock array hummed softly, and the constant magnetic field spread out ripples around the ship.

The silver-white ship stood quietly on the empty harbor, like a holy sword piercing through the starry sky, waiting for the arrival of its master.

In front of the gangway, Xia Xiu walked side by side with the Mechanical Saint.

The Mechanical Saint paused slightly, the brass pipes rang softly, and an old but emotionless voice rang out amid the metallic sound, like the faint sound of a bell behind a clock:
"Now that the courtyard has become mine, I shall guard it.

If you travel far away, I will stay here as a pillar to stabilize the hub of the star world and cut off the track of heresy.

If anyone dares to cross the line, I will make the Ten Thousand Teeth turn around, burn their bodies, and shatter their souls."

"This is my oath, engraved in my heart."

Xia Xiu then stopped and turned his head to look at the Mechanical God wearing the old man's body, with a hint of emotion in his eyes.

"Thanks a lot."

Although the Mechanical Saint regarded himself as a "meal substitute" for the Broken God and hoped all the time that he would be replaced, but no matter what, the other party was sincerely "working" for him.

"I'll leave the garden to you."

After giving another instruction to the Mechanical Saint, Xia Xiu retracted his gaze, turned around and stepped onto the ship's ladder.

When the figure reached the middle of the journey, he looked back at the starry sky.

The wind was still, the clouds were heavy, the stars were shining like water, and many technicians, courtyard operators, and mechanical priests stood quietly under the foundry platform, looking up at the figure that was getting farther and farther away.

He did not speak, but raised his hand lightly and knocked the silver cane against the wall of the ship, making a crisp "click" sound.

The sound of the ship's door closing was heard, and the silver-white ship started.

The low and steady roar of the engine slowly spread, and the light track above the starport channel unfolded like a river. The entire ship slowly rose into the air along the jump channel specially opened by the Kingdom of Heaven.

The next second, the ship's main engine suddenly released a huge amount of energy and leaped into the sea of ​​stars in glory.

At that moment, countless eyes looked up at the ship carrying hope and the will of God.

Hugh Abraham, the fourth sword bearer in heaven, began his journey home.