Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 945 Anti-Magic Suppression

When the term "Demon King's Army" was mentioned again by the Ninth Hero, Xia Xiu was filled with awe.

The thirteen members of the previous resolution assembly were historically known as the Demon King's Army.

That was an era that honed the world to its fullest potential.

That assembly of members served long terms, were ruthless and oppressive, and spanned the three consecutive supernatural crashes of Terra.

They not only spearheaded the formulation of the earliest batch of Mimu blockade treaties, but also actively promoted the weaponization of anomalous weapons, making outstanding contributions to the development of the next generation of god-killing warheads in the Heavenly Kingdom arsenal.

It can be said that most of the unconventional lethality systems of the Heavenly Kingdom originated from that generation.

But it is precisely because of this deep and prolonged contact.

Their will began to distort, increasingly leaning towards a violent solution, and even showing a tendency to align with the Chaos faction on some key issues.

During that period, the Heavenly Kingdom was militaristic and full of martial spirit.

Actually, if it were just that, the Demon King's army wouldn't have needed to be replaced.

Having a strong sense of martial virtue is not a big problem in Heaven.

The reason they were replaced, and some were even detained or murdered, lies in the complete alienation of the utopian program and the obvious trend of deification.

They did not die at the hands of the enemy, but were consumed by the power, army, and ambition they themselves had created.

In those years, they spearheaded the large-scale deployment of anomalous weapons in actual combat, embedding cores of magical weaponry into the chests of legions, allowing each commander to command dozens of indescribable, transcendental weapons.

But this also raises problems.

Those armies with unusual weaponry are no longer the night watchmen of heaven, but are gradually moving towards some kind of chaotic...mutation.

They are called—fallen angels.

The failure of the Kingdom of Heaven's religious reformation was inseparable from their arrogance.

The demon kings were so arrogant that they temporarily froze Eden's co-governance system with Heaven, allowing their beloved fallen angels to take over the affairs of Heaven.

They believed they were the architects of everything, able to control the plot of events and make the world run according to their pre-rehearsed script.

They even attempted to dominate the Ascending Eden Project, trying to completely utopianize the entire sky within a century, and to push all mankind into their envisioned "eternal kingdom" through divine takeover.

They were going to leap to the shore.

Their plans were ambitious, even arrogantly absurd.

However, although the demon kings went to extremes, they did indeed accomplish something.

After all, the Demon King lived in a truly iron-blooded era.

In that era, great power was accompanied by ideals, and ideals were still accompanied by sharp edges.

While inwardly marveling at the abundant martial spirit of the Demon King's army, Xia Xiu began to ponder his next move.

"We have to keep the two key warheads, especially the inverse reentry vehicle (IRV) warhead. The aftereffects are too great. If we can't achieve a decisive victory, we will also be affected."

The Ninth Hero: "Then activate the Anti-Magic Cannon."

The Ninth Hero stood in front of the light projection control panel, his finger lightly touching a structural diagram that appeared. It was a heavy ring-shaped device, with silver ridges engraved on its outer shell to stabilize the frequency of the runes, and its internal core slowly rotating with dense mechanical scales like the rotation of a planet.

"In simple terms, this thing's effect is to disrupt the enemy's ether computing efficiency levels."

"It can force the Ethereum floating-point operation threshold of the target area to a certain lower limit, for example, from the 10^16 level to the 10^14 band."

In short, it will relegate targets that were originally in the category of miracles back to the lowest level of the crown-level energy spectrum.

Xia Xiu's pupils lit up.

In that instant, a thought flashed through his mind, like a light piercing the night.

This came at just the right time!

He had planned that if the battle remained deadlocked, he would forcibly activate [Saraphael the Archangel], carving out ten seconds from those precious three minutes to withstand a confrontation and gamble on computational priority to force a move.

Now, with the anti-magic cannon, the situation is very different.

Xia Xiu stood in front of the projection table. The entire tactical interface rippled like water as commands were issued, and the light refracted to create iridescent tactical images.

His mind raced, switching between one combat simulation model after another, his gaze fixed on the monster—the [Star Beast]—its clasped hands, the dripping beams of light, and the hollow abdomen that rotated slowly like a collapsing star.

If its miraculous threshold is suppressed...

He simultaneously rehearsed several "reduction" models in his mind:

The scope of the field has shrunk.

Multi-line capabilities are unbalanced.

The [Blackthroat] region began to malfunction, unable to maintain a stable phagocytic cycle.

Even the bizarre time jumps—that kind of shearing sensation like "world jumps"—are suppressed at the critical edge of not being triggered.

He suddenly looked up and stared at the monster on the projection that resembled a silent, star-like remnant.

"How long can this cannon last?"

The Ninth Hero didn't answer immediately. Instead, he switched to the cannon's operating parameters interface, his serious gaze sweeping over the rows of fluctuating values. He paused for a moment, looking at the massive figure still standing motionless below, and replied:
"If it's facing that guy below... he'll probably only have about two and a half minutes."

Before he could finish speaking, Xia Xiu immediately interrupted:
"enough."

His tone was calm, yet it controlled the rhythm of every system in the train.

"As long as it's not a miracle, even if it's only two and a half minutes, it's enough for us to decide the winner."

"I need to mount the anti-Memmun missile on the gospel machine."

Xia Xiu, the big, golden-haired man, spoke in a deep and powerful tone.

"You will control [Jormungandr] and maintain the continuous fire of the Anti-Magic Cannon - you must ensure stable output and not give the beast any chance to break free again."

The Ninth Hero's brow twitched, but before he could speak, Xia Xiu continued:
"At the same time, keep an eye on the four Lords of the Masses lurking at the head of the Star God. If they make any unusual moves, immediately launch the thermobaric chain magic bomb—don't give them any chance to coordinate."

“Next…” Xia Xiu looked at the [Star Beast] that was dripping cold light and stood on the horizon like a lunar eclipse.

“I will use the two-and-a-half-minute window to personally pilot the gospel machine down—to confront it head-on.”

"Find the right moment, detonate the reverse mother bomb, and lock it into the information black hole."

The Ninth Hero's eyes narrowed, and he nodded without hesitation:
"clear."

He turned and began operating the main console. The multi-functional interface of Jormungandr was now redirected to tactical hierarchical control, with the cursor moving across the screen and commands being issued synchronously.

"Access Control - Gospel Holy Machine System Unlocked".

Meanwhile, deep within the train carriage, a hidden compartment slowly opens like a sleeping heart.

It was an ultra-scale, altered carriage used for "scaling up war materials." The gravity chamber inside began to rotate, and incredibly precise mechanical arms extended from all directions, automatically locking onto the core of the Holy Machine.

Anchoring, rotation, and slot connection complete.

The complex outer shell of the anti-Membrane missile, resembling star markings, was lifted by a robotic arm and embedded into a heterogeneous module in the chest cavity of the Evangelistic Holy Machine.

[Reverse-dimensional mother warhead - loading complete] [This round of warheads possesses a high-dimensional erasure effect; please ensure the operator has information shielding authorization.]

[WARNING: This type of warhead is non-recoverable, non-reproducible, and non-memorable]

Please confirm whether final deployment permissions are enabled.

At this moment, Xia Xiu slowly walked into the carriage, while the Gospel Machine stood quietly in the steel network.

Azure data flames appeared in his hand, and [Broken Flame] responded to his call.

The flame flickered gently, like the first beat of a heart.

Without hesitation, he crushed it.

"Start the link".

In an instant, the spark burst forth with a radiance that did not belong to matter, like the ignited remnants of a soul, engulfing Xia Xiu entirely.

His figure blurred into a silhouette and disappeared into the main control cabin, which stood like a saint's coffin.

[Neural link synchronization in progress—]

[Initialization of the Mind Refraction Network—]

[Heart rate-frequency-synchronization ratio achieved]

[Ether Engine integration complete, identity verification successful—]

……

……

At the summit of the vast, boundless sky, tens of thousands of meters above the ground, the train-shaped fortress of Jormungandr, resembling a relic left behind by the gods, stretches across the void.

The machine has switched back to the red and white composite mode. The outer shell of the vehicle shines brightly under the iridescent paint, and the radiance is like a surging holy flame, burning fiercely on the battlefield where vacuum and gravity intersect.

The main rails vibrated, the train operated steadily, like a torrent of blazing sunlight rushing through the sky, each section of the colossal structure speeding through the air, as if nailing the veins of the heavens to an unchanging track.

The seven-colored rainbow wheel, suspended on both wings, rotated and leaped continuously, emitting scorching and dazzling high-energy rays. Each burst of light was like a spur of judgment brought down from the holy realm by an archangel, piercing fiercely into the chaotic shadow below.

Below, the [Star Beast] stands atop the head of the Star God, like an ancient pillar of calamity.

The black hole in His abdomen remained open, deep, swirling, and roaring, the surging force emanating from that void already dragging the surrounding universe into ruin.

Asteroids, orbital debris, and floating wreckage rained down, turning the once silent outer space into a stage for the apocalypse.

A meteor shower began to fall from the sky above the Star God.

Those were not burning flints from atmospheric friction, but a cluster of meteorites whose orbits were forcibly torn apart by the force of being devoured, spraying out like metallic blood.

Countless blazing red flames streaked across the sky, illuminating the battlefield and turning the night sky into a chaotic storm of metal.

Meanwhile, Jormungandr, like a constant giant in this terrifying hellish catastrophe, calmly and steadily unleashed its bombardment amidst the overwhelming gravitational waves and meteor torrents, maintaining its high orbital position.

The rainbow wheel continued to work, each beam of light precisely piercing into the dripping molten waterfall projected by the ferocious beast, leaving trails of blazing white light between explosions and vaporization.

The Star Beast is not a silent, motionless target.

He raised his arms high like a supplicant, and the waterfall of light dripping from his fingertips shot into the sky like raindrops of judgment. Each shot hit the high-altitude area precisely, creating terrifying bursts of rainbow light that seemed to set the entire space ablaze.

The train and the monster are like gods confronting each other, a battle between technology and divinity.

On one side is a star train, its rainbow colors intertwined, like a fiery spear pulled from the deepest recesses of human civilization.

On one side is a colossal shadow of stars, its hands raised to the sky, a void of existence that devours the laws of the universe.

Inside the main control cabin, the Ninth Hero stood quietly, gazing at the constantly fluctuating data stream on the control panel.

Xia Xiu's steady voice rang in his ears, coming from the core communication chain of the Gospel Holy Machine:
"The gospel machine is ready to exit the cabin."

The Ninth Hero did not offer any further response, but simply raised his hand and picked up the horn.

The system then reacted:

[Tactical Command Access: Activate Anti-Surprise Main Cannon]

[Access Restricted: St. James's Pepe - Sole Authorization]

[Command confirmed - Load module: [Ether Suppression Framework]]

[Compiling the floating-point coefficient table for the target region...]

The interface of the entire control panel began to change.

A series of data, like a fine rain, piled up in a matrix in front of him—

[Successfully acquired: Target band is within 9*10^16.]

[The environmental factor is being lowered to the critical value of 5*10^14.0]

[Activate the Ether Vector Anti-Interference Array]

[The Anti-Magic Cannon is coming soon!]

[Anti-Surprise Cannon - Charge complete, duration: 2 minutes 30 seconds]

The interior of Jormungandr, thousands of meters above the ground, trembled slightly, and the heavy armor on its lower abdomen slowly opened, like a temple opening its sealed holy casket.

Inside, a whole set of main gun systems, hidden until now, slowly rose up. It was a huge structure, neither spherical nor not, with arc-shaped weapons growing out of a spine. A whole ring of floating point suppression matrix made of silver-white metal rotated around the structure.

All the cannon barrels are inlaid with a special lattice made by Heaven—not only for energy focusing, but also for the intervention of narrative structure and the precise reduction of the target floating point.

As the main guns were fully raised, the entire hull of the Jormungandr sank slightly by an inch, as if to lower the threshold of reality by one level.

Then, the main gun was started.

There was no sound, only the space itself making a soft, hissing sound like friction.

The ether particles vibrated wildly in front of the cannon muzzle, as if being crushed into dust by an invisible hand.

The high-frequency suppression band spreads like an invisible net towards the [Star Beast] region below.

The void should have been quiet, but at this moment it revealed a kind of visual echo of computational chaos—like the image on the screen suddenly starting to stutter, tear, and skip frames, and an error message from the world engine itself was spreading like a red line.

The entire target area began to exhibit effects such as etheric erosion, magical flow collapse, and delayed divine response.

The Miracle Program that was running in the Star Beast was as if it had been forcibly "powered out" from the operating system level. The black hole structure in its abdomen suddenly stopped and the edges distorted; the rotating crescent-shaped head ring also showed a slight swaying of its frequency out of control, and the observation terminal array briefly failed.

[Floating-point suppression successful!]

[Target's current rank has been lowered: Miracle-like → High Crown]

[Abdominal core region: computational coupling disorder]

[Observation array: Operation paused (approximately 12 seconds)]

[Suppression countdown: 02:29]

(End of this chapter)