Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 928: The Second Sword Bearer in Heaven

The lights in the bridge were dim, as solemn as a chapel.

The Night Ship, the Mesekt Ship, was like a god of the dark night, gliding slowly beneath the universe. It had just escaped from the narrow interface of Depth Five, and after a brief cross-spectrum oscillation calibration, it broke through the edge of chaos and order, and shot towards the front line of Terra's lunar orbit like an arrow coated with jet-black gold powder.

The color of the space was still unstable, and the afterimage turbulence of depth five still remained around.

Xia Xiu stood in front of the huge curved transparent window at the front of the bridge with a calm gaze, but the next moment his eyes widened slightly.

The sea of ​​stars on the outside - densely packed "light spots" almost stacked into a net.

Those are not stars, but satellites.

Countless satellites, like swarms of bees or star networks, float in layers and interweave around Terra's orbit. There are spherical orbital relays, angular thaumaturgical beacons, and giant structures that rotate slowly like floating belts - like silver rings woven from the skeletons of star gods.

"...It's really spectacular." Xia Xiu whispered.

You know, on Terra, satellites are a "luxury".

Due to the existence of the [Crystal Sky], this area has long maintained an extreme environment close to divine pressure - any material structure, once entering the air above Terra, will be crushed by the [Crystal Sky] within one second.

And before our eyes - the entire deep space is filled with no less than a thousand actively operating satellites.

Each one rotates steadily and orderly in its orbit.

0-03 next to him seemed to have anticipated his reaction. He leaned against the console, weighed the bottle, and spoke leisurely:
"These guys are not ordinary stuff. In order to complete this kick-off operation, we have to let Eden design 10,000 special pedigree modules and inject them into these satellites to give them the most basic self-driving regulation and pressure resistance modules."

"They are burning etheric computing resources every second to keep themselves from being crushed by the Crystal Sky. Even..."

He paused, turned his head and looked at the bright spots in the sky outside the window:
"They are like the meridians that Eden laid out in this deep space, one link after another, weaving into a network of channels to resist interference."

Xia Xiu was silent for a moment, then asked, "How many missiles did we launch in total?"

"Ten thousand of them."

0-03 raised his hand, made a "ten" sign, and chuckled.

"These 'children' form a huge [deep space field] matrix, which can shield the 'lineage interference' and 'supreme god agitation circuit' caused by the advent of the star god to the greatest extent possible."

"You know, one of the more troublesome characteristics of the Supreme Godhead is the full-band spectrum blocking interference."

"Indeed." Xia Xiu nodded in agreement.

Full-band spectrum blocking interference is indeed an existence that all spectrums hate.

If the Kingdom of Heaven is affected by this kind of interference when facing the Star God, then the battle plan cannot be advanced at all.

Xia Xiu: "Let's go. Now we need to land on the Aitken Basin at the South Pole of the Moon and send the planetary engine to the station."

A basin map of the moon appeared on the virtual screen in front of him. It was a detailed map of the moon's basins, with highlands in red and lowlands in blue. In the center of the image was a huge, deep purple circle, with layers of gray circles surrounding it, like a dormant scar left by a meteorite impact.

This is the Aitken Basin.

The oldest, deepest and closest gravity depression on the Moon.

Xia Xiu raised his hand and lightly tapped a mark on the map: "Let's go, now we need to land here - the inner area of ​​the basin."

As his order was issued, the entire [Night Ship] emitted a low-frequency resonance and began to slowly turn and adjust its orbit, performing gravity sliding to lower its orbit.

Through the bridge window, the landforms of the lunar South Pole began to come into view clearly - it was not an ordinary terrain, but a complex that looked like a miracle ruins:
The cracked rock layers are like twisted meridians, and cooled polygonal crystal towers grow in the silent craters. They are the remains of building materials left over from the Kingdom of Heaven's lunar infrastructure plan, frozen in the thin atmosphere like some kind of sacred relic in the ashes.

As the [Night Ship] gradually approached the inner area of ​​the basin, the outline of the Heavenly Kingdom Base hidden under the cracks in the earth's crust appeared on the light curtain.

The entire Aitken Basin is lined with towers, which are solemn and tall in style.

The entire base is constructed along the natural curvature of the basin and is composed of obsidian ceramic alloy and plasma protection bricks. Its appearance is an extreme form of the fusion of Gothic style and military aesthetics.

Around the base station, Xia Xiu saw a grand scene like a holy war gathering—

Hundreds of lunar vehicles and mobile platforms slowly shuttled across the vacuum surface, their bodies covered with rivets and shield patterns, and their trajectories were as steady as a priest's pendulum.

And in this silver-grey sea of ​​sand - those figures are marching in formation, wearing heavy silver-white armor, with neat steps, carrying various equipment modules and energy backpacks on their backs.

They were of burly build, almost over 2.5 meters tall, and were the assault infantry knights of the Five Great Heroic Knight Orders of the Kingdom of Heaven.

The helmets are inlaid with bird-beak-like masks, the center of the breastplate is decorated with a complex cross-shaped thaumaturgical inscription, and the shoulder armor is engraved with the holy emblem totem of their respective knight orders; some warriors hold plasma spears and star-track blade shields, and can still walk like a mountain in a low-gravity environment.

Some knight squads rode four-wheeled heavy-duty lunar assault vehicles, with weak propulsion sparks emitting from all around the vehicle body, leaving radial dust trails on the silver sand. They were guarding and controlling dozens of armored containers that had just been delivered.

Those containers are the main modules of the planetary engine.

The [Night Ship] soon landed at the designated dock. The [Holy Trinity Knights] of the Sixth Hero were responsible for connecting the planetary engine on the ship.

Xia Xiu did not meet Yingjie, but instead met the other two sword-bearers first.

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When Xia Xiu stepped out of the dock hatch of the [Night Ship], the gravity conversion system of the ship had just been released. As his footsteps touched the ground, a circle of light gray-white dust waves appeared on the entire surface of the lunar soil.

However, the Crowned One's body had already adapted to the gravity and vacuum environment here. He walked steadily and calmly, his steps as if he was walking on the steps of a temple, and each step was engraved with the unique pressure and self-control of the Miracle Man.

He did not wear any conventional aerospace equipment, nor did he need oxygen or ballast equipment - his body and soul had been reconstructed by the Crowner mechanism into a "survival body that can adapt to all drastic changes."

On this empty, cold and silent lunar surface, Xia Xiu saw two other figures who were also not wearing any conventional aerospace equipment.

One of them was wearing a black priest robe, the deep color exuding an almost mysterious heaviness in this dead silence. He was tall and straight, about thirty years old, with a handsome face like a sculpture, and his facial features were like being carved by a sharp blade, but not sharp, but rather with a hint of elegance.

In his right hand, he held a thick ancient book. The pages were yellowed and the corners were curled up, but there was still a faint glow from between the words, like the first ray of morning light when a miracle was just beginning.

In his left hand he held a black umbrella, which was slightly bent, as if silently resisting all disturbances and profanities outside this area. His eyes were amber, as clear as a mithril lake, and his gaze was as calm as a mountain, as if he was examining, or as if he was in deep thought.

This person is none other than the first sword bearer in Heaven - Saint Valentine, Soren.
And beside him, the burly and majestic figure brought a completely different sense of oppression.

He was a middle-aged man with a dark brown complexion, like copper and stone smelted in a desert storm. He was wearing a pure white robe, simple and loose in style, with geometric patterns and inscriptions hand-embroidered on the edges of the robe. The ancient Terran words flowed like the tide, yet were as quiet as a holy chapter whispering in one's ear.

His head was covered with a dark blue turban, tied behind his neck with a sterling silver ring. He had deep facial features, high brow bones, a straight nose, and a thick and neatly trimmed beard.

This person is none other than the second sword bearer in Heaven - Qasim Muhammad.

In this gray wasteland ruled by stars and silence, three beings named "Sword Bearers" stood side by side.

The moon's gravity was not enough to restrain their steps, and the dead silence of space could not suppress their breathing.

Xia Xiu looked at the two seniors and bowed respectfully:
"Abraham has rarely seen Saint Valentine and Muhammad."

Saint Valentine looked at Xia Xiu quietly. His amber eyes did not have a sharp edge, but had a deep warmth that was almost compassionate. He was not known for being tough. On the contrary, because of his deep understanding and empathy, he was once called "the saint of compassion" in the world.

The Heavenly Kingdom religion, which was able to suppress the rebellion, relied on this "compassionate" saint.

At this moment, he held the ancient yellowed holy book tightly, and the pages trembled slightly in the dim light, as if he was praying silently.

He nodded gently, his tone calm and gentle, like the faintest but most stable bell sound before dawn:
"Good day, Abraham."

It was a greeting that came from above, yet without any oppression, like the corners of a robe hanging from an altar, gentle yet with an irreplaceable sense of ritual.

In comparison, the attitude of the second sword holder, Qasim Muhammad, was more straightforward.

"I have heard many things about you, Abraham; there are few angels who have such a strong desire to climb as you do."

Muhammad was very impressed with this young man and he did not hesitate to praise him:

"You know what?
In human language, we call many living people 'beings'.

But that just means 'there', existing, like a stone, like a river, like a tool - that is not true 'existence'."

“They are thrown into this world, imprisoned by institutions, divinity, ethics and collective will, living without any self-awareness, just obeying and submitting - these are all ‘inauthentic existence’.”

"In this state, people avoid death, avoid making choices, and avoid taking on the weight of existence because they are afraid of the responsibility that comes with that freedom."

He slowly raised his head and looked at Terra, which was wrapped in a crystal sky in the distance, as if he could see through the sleep and wandering of billions of lives:

"But you are different, Abraham."

"You are 'being-there' - you know you are thrown, but you don't take it as an excuse; you choose to respond to your existence itself.

This kind of self-awareness, autonomy, choice, and questioning is the path to 'authenticity'."

"In a world already filled with technology and divinity, 'authentic existence' is a form of resistance - to incorporate death into one's own existence, rather than to avoid it; to see nothingness as a starting point, rather than an end point."

“You’re becoming yourself.”

Mohammed lowered his eyes, and when he looked up again, his eyes were filled with a kind of respect that transcended language:
“May you continue to struggle in ‘being in the world,’ and continue to move forward in real time, not for a destination, not for a result, but only to respond to the silent question from existence itself.”

Muhammad's words of praise appear obscure and difficult to digest, but between the words there flashes a pure edge.

That is not an empty theory, but the blood and fire of a true wrestler with God, a "crystal cluster of thoughts" forged in the abyss of thought.

This is the essence of Muhammad's miracle - [existence].

His wedge is the self itself, the constant questioning and realization of "existence".

The elements of this [miracle] include – Dasein, Being-in-the-world, inauthenticity, authenticity, and temporality.

[Dasein]: Existence is not given but "proposed".

Muhammad never relied on the "pure power" granted by authority, but instead, through "consciousness itself", he projected his existence into the depths of time and repeatedly defined the world with himself as the boundary.

He is able to refer to himself through [Dasein], which represents the 'question of existence'.

In this continuous cycle of self-reference, Muhammad developed a terrifying, god-killing technique with his own unique characteristics - "Wowu Boxing".

The second sword-wielder once beat a Chaos Demon to death with just his "My Martial Arts" - not relying on an incarnation, not relying on authority, but just relying on his physical body.

And after [Dasein] comes… [Being-in-the-world].

Muhammad believed that he did not exist in isolation, but was embedded in a specific "world", in the "human field" composed of gods, miracles, authority, sin and suffering.

He breathes, suffers, and chooses in it, rather than escaping.

Under this factor, Muhammad is able to "resonate with the world" and develop his own "magnetic field power".

This element can also be superimposed with the self-reference of [this world] and the subsequent [authenticity]. The stronger the reference, the stronger the resonance with the world, and the more efficient the rotation of the "magnetic field force".

Then comes the third element of Muhammad: [Inauthenticity].

[Inauthenticity] represents the universal dormant state of human beings, those who go with the flow, rely on laws, and survive under the shell of ethics - the "ruins of existence".

They escaped death and freedom and became slaves to "otherness".

This thing gave Muhammad the ability to assimilate and balance the world and matter, which is the so-called "integration of thoughts."

The next stage of [authenticity] is the source of Muhammad’s strength, which is his constant questioning, constant breaking free, and constant self-manifestation.

As mentioned earlier, [Dasein] is self-referential and represents the 'question of existence'.

And [authenticity] is revealed through the 'question of existence' - 'self-realization'.

'Questions of existence' refer to something, and 'self-realization' completes the referential goal.

Their smooth operation is probably:
[Dasein]: Can I kill the Chaos Demon with my fists?
[Authenticity]: YES, YES, YES, YES...

This final [temporality] is the key to Muhammad's unifying authority.

Because "existence" is always intertwined with "death".

His time is not a linear advancement like a clock, but a throwing time that is born towards death and moves ahead to the future.

The important manifestation here is - living towards death.

Individuals realize the inevitability of death, and use this as a premise to truly face their own lives and live out their own "authentic" existence.

[Temporality] determines the superposition upper limit of [authenticity] and the authenticity of the answer.

Muhammad's most famous deed is "wrestling with God".

And this god is one of the Four Lords - the Blood God.

The second sword-bearer in the Kingdom of Heaven once relied on the self-referential nature of [being-there] and the self-actualizing nature of [authenticity] to wrestle with the blood god who descended from the sky.

At that time, the Blood God descended on Terra, transformed into Terra's [Strongest Creature], and acted recklessly throughout Terra.

Muhammad was alone, climbing the ruins with the "question of existence" and shackled the blood god with the "ruins of existence".

He did not perform any miracles, nor did he carry any holy weapon. He just faced the essential nothingness of the "strongest creature" with his [true] body in a single thought.

He refers to himself with [being-there], locks on to the true name of the god, and throws the inevitable victory of the future with [temporality]; at the moment of the duel, he becomes the one who "responds to the mystery of existence".

Ultimately, he banished the most powerful creature and drove the Blood God from baseline reality.