Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 937 The Expedition Begins!
After finishing his reflections, Xia Xiu withdrew his gaze, his expression unchanged. Only a hint of sharpness hidden deep within his golden eyes was gradually igniting as the battle for the Heavenly Kingdom's orbit progressed.

He took a deep breath and turned to look at the Ninth Hero standing to the side.

"The Miracle Workers have been cut off from the battlefield."

Xia Xiu's tone was calm, but the undisguised fire in his voice made the surrounding air seem to heat up.

"Now, it's time for us to set off."

The Ninth Hero nodded slightly, his cloak fluttering in the wind, and he slowly pulled out the ancient and solemn metal horn from deep within the cloak.

"The planetary engines are ready," the Ninth Hero said in a deep voice. "The five knight orders are lined up, and the coordinates of the delivery platform have been locked. We are just waiting for your command."

Xia Xiu's gaze traveled through the air to the still-slumbering Star God.

His gaze darkened slightly, and his voice fell like an anvil.

"Then, let's go."

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Outside the lunar base, the tactical platform was activated with a roar, and the long-closed delivery zone was finally opened to the public.

Five enormous cabins opened one after another, like the mouths of war.

On the massive platform, five knightly orders stood in formation, each member in full battle stance—all over 2.7 meters tall, their muscles and armor resonating together, like a bulwark forged from steel and faith.

At the very front is the [Knights of Saint Isodo], under the command of the Fourth Hero.

They wore coded armor symbolizing the algorithms of war, with pulsating data streams and magical firewalls embedded in the surface, and runic weapon modules on their backs were warming up.

Among them were priestly knights known as war data writers, who were on the spot converting the battlefield curvature on the surface of the Star God into coded trajectories; while machine soul trainers sat cross-legged before the Heavenly Titan, praying softly to awaken those long-dormant intelligent souls.

Besides these Celestial Titans, the massive machines standing at the forefront are three 3.5-generation machines that Xia Xiu brought from the Astral Plane: [Morning Star], [Azrigon], and [Vistane].

The two fourth-generation aircraft—the Evangelist and the Zero Cardinal Knight—were encased in a particularly large metal container in a kneeling position.

They will be sent onto the "Doomsday Train" and participate in the upcoming war.

The second column was the [Knights of St. Martin], commanded by the Fifth Hero.

Their holy plate armor resembled mobile churches, while the [Mercy Airborne Sky Canopy] ethereal drones hovering overhead continuously released gentle prayer waves—blessing the warriors about to go into battle with spiritual protection and bestowing holy light upon the souls of those about to die.

Behind the celestial radiance lies the Trinity Knights, commanded by the Sixth Hero.

They are as taciturn as shadows, as mysterious as the night, and as swift as the wind.

The gray-white armor had almost no extra decorations, but each knight's ethereal energy index was astonishingly high.

On the data retina, their numbers are almost impossible to capture consistently—this is the effect of the divine name concealment technique.

The fourth force is the Knights of Saint Sebastian, personally led by the Seventh Hero.

Son of Flame, inheritor of the Creed of Incineration.

They were covered in a mixture of incantations and fuel, and their armor was covered in flame spells. Once ignited, they would become like humanoid meteorites, turning into pillars of hellfire as they charged forward.

Their faith does not seek survival, but rather complete purification.

The purifying fire will burn both the enemy and oneself to ashes.

Finally, the one standing at the very end of the battle line—was also the one that gave Xia Xiu the most complicated expression.

The Knights of St. James Pereira are personally led by the Ninth Hero.

This order of knights does not rely on any external divine magic.

They were clad in armor embroidered with red and white, and each knight carried a heavy, sacred cross sword.

The longsword is not just a weapon, but also a sword of authority that connects to the [Proverbs] application.

Xia Xiu stood on the high ground, his expression solemn as he looked down at the five knight orders that were lined up in formation.

He remained silent for a long time, as if listening to some whisper from the depths of space, as if waiting for the most opportune moment of destiny.

Then, he slowly uttered a sentence, his voice not loud, yet like a horn piercing the sky:

"Now, let's begin—the first phase of the kickoff operation."

In his pupils, the figure of the Star God was reflected, along with the restless swarm of sea creatures on its body.

"Blue Tide Purification".

The wind seemed to stand still at that moment.

"Knights, heroes—"

"Begin the expedition!!!"

As soon as the words fell, the five knightly orders raised their weapons in unison, and countless voices converged on the tactical platform, reverberating through the void.

"For the Kingdom of Heaven!"

"For humanity!"

"For Terra!"

Amidst the roars of the crowd, the Ninth Hero slowly raised his head, his gaze passing over the thick tactical clouds to look at the enormous black shadow that enveloped the edge of Terra's gravity.

【Gaia-Astrea】, the sleeping star goddess, her body is covered with the corrosive marks of the Sea Legion swarm.

That was the ultimate enemy of this expedition—the judgment fire of the trial of faith.

The Ninth Hero remained silent. Behind him, a blue crown slowly rose—a halo seemed to emerge from the depths of his spine, like a holy ring of glory encircling the head of a deity, radiating a light as if divine punishment was imminent.

His eyes reflected the body of this star god.

The metal horn in his hand trembled violently at that moment.

Where bronze and steel meet, a silent thunderous roar gathers, locking in place.

Locking onto the most vile evil in the darkest of dreams—

Locked in, the "voice of the deep sea" that once sent shivers down humanity's spine.

At this moment, the other four heroes also slowly stepped forward, standing to the left and right of the ninth hero.

The fourth hero, an indigo crown burst forth from his head, coiling like a stream of deep space data;

The fifth hero, a silver halo rises slowly, its radiance like a sacred hymn;
The sixth hero, with a black crown shrouded in mist, resembled a hunter in the shadow of judgment;
The seventh hero, a red fire wheel rises like blood, like the fire of a battlefield burning from hell, proclaiming annihilation and purification!
Five outstanding figures, five-colored crowns.

At that moment, the knights of the Order also received the knightly blessing corresponding to the hero.

Indigo, silver, black, crimson, and blue—five colors interwoven like the five sacred laws of heaven, piercing the starry sky!
Every knight's armor began to respond, the high-energy modules self-regulated, and the divine protocol was activated.

Their weapons trembled, runes chanted, and armor clanged! An unprecedented expedition was beginning, the first flames of war were being lit.

"————Ugh!!!"

The horn sounds; it is a call from heaven.

The Ninth Hero raised the heavenly trumpet, a symbol of judgment and calamity, and poured his silent faith into it. Amidst the silence and grimness, the trumpet roared.

It wasn't a sound, it was a revelation!

The next moment, the deep, godlike horn pierced through the lunar soil and vacuum, swept across the orbit and the sky, and struck straight into the body of the star god.
"The angels sounded their trumpets, and hail mixed with fire and blood was thrown upon the earth; a third of the earth and a third of the trees were burned, and all the green grass was burned."

The celestial phenomena have changed.

The surface of the Star God's body was ripped open, and a spatial rift like an abyss suddenly opened up, tearing apart the ecological tissue beneath the Star God's skin, and also tearing apart the prosperous illusion constructed by Hai Si.

Flames and hail mingled and swirled, like a world-destroying rage descending from the sky.

Crack—boom!
They are not natural disasters; they are manifestations of divine punishment.

A fierce wind arose, flames surged like a tide, and hail poured down from the crack, forming the opening prologue of an apocalyptic symphony!
Flames scorched everything, and hail froze the earth.

The air was violently torn apart by the extreme temperature difference, emitting an indescribable "wailing" sound. The scorching and freezing atmosphere mixed into a terrifying "smell," as if the entire space was turning into a suffocating furnace of flames and a frozen coffin.

Crimson and icy blue intertwine, the colors between heaven and earth are tinged with despair.

Mountains melt, forests burn, and the nests of the sea creatures evaporate, collapse, rust, and shatter in an instant!
This is the response of the bugle.

It was also the prelude to war!
"woo woo woo woo--!"

The sound rang out again, and as the heavens and earth trembled, a colossal train of objects rolled in from afar.

That wasn't a train; that was the end of the world itself.

【Doomsday Train Jormungandr】—A divine war engine summoned by five heroes. It was once just a steam shell (the technological appearance that appeared when a crowned being blew it), but has now evolved into a hybrid behemoth of advanced technology and divinity.

It is not a means of transportation, but the very essence of war, a colossal weapon of the end forged by the gods.

【Doomsday Train - Jormungandr】, its body, thousands of meters long, pierces the sky, like a giant steel dragon swallowing clouds and spitting thunder. Its huge body shines brightly under the starlight, as if the spine of the universe has been re-erected in the sky.

The train's front end has a wedge-shaped charging structure, like the head of a broken army. Layers of black and silver armor engraved with flame prayers are interwoven, as cold and austere as the scales of a saint. Each armor plate is engraved with the name of the prayer and the emblem of the hero, which shimmers with a faint holy glow in the reflection of the flames of war.

It's not just metal—it's a monument, a tomb, armor formed from human will.

When the Legion's heroes sound the trumpet with the Legion's crown, the glory and names of the angels will be etched upon the train.

The middle section of the train consists of thirteen core kinetic energy carriages. Even with only five carriages activated, the celestial phenomena have already been disrupted, with clouds breaking apart and thunder echoing. The light flame thrusters surging from each carriage leave vortex traces in space, as if igniting the vacuum.

Boom——Boom——Boom——

Amidst a rhythm that shook heaven and earth, the sides of the vehicle suddenly opened.

Thousands of heavy cannons opened their arms at once, like countless steel eyes, all staring at the distant Star God's shell—each cannon was embedded with magical inscriptions and angelic seals, emitting light when full of energy, like the pages of a divine book being turned.

As it charged, the entire train emitted a deep chant, a song of revelation, a poem of warhammer.

But what's most incredible is its mode of movement—

[Jormungandr] does not depend on any physical orbit!

Beneath its feet, as the propulsion core vibrated, rainbow bridges—projected from the power of miracles—unfolded automatically, like divine ladders from mythology.

The seven-colored orbit, like a woven tapestry of light, pierced through the void, extending from the lunar surface to the surface of the Star God, like a sacred bridge descending to earth, weaving a path to the enemy's heart for the war it carried.

These light trails are transparent and dazzling, floating high in the sky, winding, intersecting, and extending, as if the entire sky has been constructed into a divine station.

At this moment, at the rear of the train, huge beams of light shone down from the train carriages, as if the light of heaven had torn through the void and illuminated the entire lunar base.

Those lights were not ordinary illuminations—they were devouring lights, gateways to enlightenment.

The planetary engines of the lunar base, the Titan-like mechs resembling a complex of buildings, the mountain-like fourth-generation mechs...

They were all illuminated by the light at that moment.

next second...

boom--!
A massive war unit was shrinking at a rate visible to the naked eye.

In the rainbow-like flow of light, they are compressed, folded, and compressed again until they become a scale adapted to the interior space of the train, and are drawn into the body of [Jormungandr] by the flow of light.

That scene was like an entire steel legion being swallowed whole by a steel behemoth.

"Even fourth-generation fighters, with their high twist rate, can be shrunk..."

Xia Xiu stood on the main control panel, gazing up at the train in the starry sky, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes.

"This thing... is a true war platform monster."

As his thoughts raced, the train's projection became increasingly clear in front of him.

A rainbow-like beam of light descended, enveloping him and the angels.

Xia Xiu did not struggle, nor did he need to struggle.

That light is not oppressive; it is guidance, the harbinger of war.

The next moment, he and all the angels were gently lifted up by beams of light, their feet off the ground, and their bodies began to rise slowly.

A flash of light, and the world turned upside down.

The scene before him had completely changed—this was the interior of Jormungandr.

Unlike the imposing steel torrent outside, the interior of the train is more like a highly mythical war space.

Along the endless main aisle, the neatly arranged aircraft stood silently. The train's ceiling was made of a transparent light membrane, through which one could clearly see the starry sky outside rushing past. Time and distance were completely compressed at this moment.

The planetary engine is encapsulated within the armored matrix in the middle of the train, vibrating gently at a frequency imperceptible to the naked eye, providing the train with a stable, almost perpetual, propulsion force.

The moment Xia Xiu steadied himself, the entire train let out a low growl—the roar of the engines, a declaration that war had begun.

The train started moving.

It began to glide—but not on a physical track.

The rainbow bridge unfolds segment by segment from the void ahead, each segment's formation accompanied by spatial tremors and the chanting of prayers.

Like a divine dragon, the train roared and sped through the colorful light trail.

Each step forward caused turmoil in the entire celestial sphere.

As they drew closer to the Star God, a sense of oppression, like something slumbering deep within orbit, intensified. The air seemed to thicken, and flames began to burn at the edge of their field of vision.

The signs of impending doom have already begun to appear.