Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 947 [The Decisive Moment: The Death of Abraham (Xia Xiu)!]

The moment the spiral spear was fully formed, the entire sky seemed to pause for a moment.

It was as if the world held its breath.

Then, the Third Impact—like the clarion call of the Apocalypse—was sounded.

【The End - Spiral Spear of Heaven】, piercing through the hundred-meter-high sky, a pillar of destructive light interwoven with pure white and silver-blue tore through space, and the spearhead, driven by absolute causality, suddenly flew out from the hand of the Holy Machine of the Gospel.

The spear tip rotates into billions of cones of light, each rotation resonating with the spatial structure, the rule template, the divine level, and even the narrative engine.

Wherever it passed, the gratings in the modulated world disappeared like melting ice and snow, turning into pure impact energy.

At that moment, the entire battlefield was torn apart by a massive arc of light.

And in the center of that suppressed and sealed funnel-shaped domain—the [Star Beast]—finally raised its head.

He moved.

It's not dodging.

It's not an obstacle.

Instead, they looked up.

Gazing up at the destruction forged by "world" and "end".

The light spear fell.

The first impact occurred on the prismatic force field on the outer layer of the beast. At that moment, it was as if the world heard a crisp sound.

The space begins to crack from the tip.

The second impact caused the star map data behind the beast to instantly collapse. The entire night sky was sliced ​​apart by a giant blade, and the fragments turned into a reverse-flowing rain of stars that fled into the distance.

The third impact finally pierced through the beast's shoulder, twisting its entire right chest area into an irregular sphere of light, which then violently caved in, exploded, melted, recovered, and collapsed again.

This is a conflict between divinities, a direct clash between spearhead and truth.

The Holy Machine of the Gospel hung high above the battlefield, its three crowns shining to their limit. Its right arm had long been completely burned away, but its eyes were calm. The spiral spear in its hand had turned into a ring of afterglow, continuing to burn like a hanging sun.

But, at this crucial moment...

The mutation occurred again.

"Click~"

A faint, almost unreal mechanical sound broke the silence of the high sky, as if someone had slowly wound up the clockwork of time.

Inside the cockpit, Xia Xiu's eyes widened suddenly, and deep in his pupils, he saw the eerie blue hole in the beast's abdomen.

The hollow bulges.

Squirming.

Like a vertical pupil suddenly opening.

Some terrifying biological consciousness is peering out from that bottomless abyss.

"Click."

Time suddenly began to fluctuate.

It's not slowing down, it's not freezing.

But...

delete!

Xia Xiu felt as if an invisible pair of scissors had cut a complete segment from the film of time, like a movie suddenly jumping a few seconds. His body did not move, but the data on the panel was suddenly refreshed. The damage to his right arm had returned to the level before the third impact, and the spiral of the spear even had residual light re-condensing.

In the cockpit, the pointer trembled slightly, the data fluctuated, and several error messages flashed on the system.

[Time records are out of sync]

[World Calculation Log Incomplete]

[Anti-Magic Suppression Domain - Parameter Jump]

[Confirmation of Abnormal Time Domain Interference]

A shiver ran through his body.

"……coming."

Xia Xiu murmured, his voice almost drowned out by the thunder of his own heartbeat.

The world before my eyes still maintained the structure it had been in before the impact, but that structure seemed to be covered by an invisible coating, rippling with faint waves—not wind, not an energy field, but a strange shaking of reality.

In this world, someone is holding a paintbrush, ruthlessly rewriting the next moment of reality.

The Star Beast remains standing.

But Xia Xiu saw paradoxical interplay of light and shadow around it.

His movements, postures, and outlines were constantly splitting and jumping, like a slideshow that was torn apart and hastily pieced together, exploding frame by frame before his eyes and then quickly piecing itself back together.

There is no process, only...

result!

In those fragmented pieces of time that tear reality apart, the world has already gone off track.

All existence has become static frames, transformed into photographs of light and shattered films, their order disrupted and randomly pieced together by an invisible hand into a bizarre "track of reality".

The figure of the Star Beast flickers in and out of those fragmented timelines, like a statue of death stepping out of mythology, each "flicker" reflecting a deleted future. It is no longer an action, but a "predetermined outcome" that has already been completed.

And Xia Xiu... he also stood among the slides.

"Time deletion—ten non-existent seconds—that's your true ability..."

He muttered to himself, his voice completely still, as if he were examining, confirming, or memorizing.

He finally saw this bizarre "rule".

This is not slow motion or freezing, but elimination: eliminating all causes and changes that are detrimental to Him within ten seconds, rendering all things that are about to "happen" ineffective, and letting the world conceal the truth of these ten seconds for Him.

Xia Xiu was the only exception.

Yes, he saw it.

Even as a mere observer, he remained outside of time, watching these artificially edited frames of events.

It wasn't because his strength surpassed that of his opponent—but because his time element was essentially the same as that of his opponent.

“I was right, this is the same time element authority as my avatar [Vassak].

The phantom of [Vasak] appeared behind him, its rotating pupils, like the wheel of fate, slightly constricting.

The two time authorities overlap and intertwine in these ten seconds, like two threads coiling in a silhouette.

Therefore, during this period of absolute deletion, he was exceptionally allowed to exist.

Moreover... it's not just something that exists.

[Access control: Observation rights have been granted.]

[Timeout Offset Window - 0.21 seconds]

Xia Xiu's pupils suddenly contracted; that was his only available window of opportunity—0.21 seconds to intervene.

He can move even when everyone else is absent and even the world itself is silent.

Even if it's only 0.21 seconds.

Even if the entire universe ignores this moment, he can still drive his will into the silent wall of time like a wedge.

His neural pathways instantly went into overclocking mode, and his mind was no longer focused on thinking but on making decisions.

"0.21 seconds is enough!"

Within the realm of non-existence, a silhouette world outside of time, is eerily desolate.

Xia Xiu's consciousness was like a tungsten needle driven into the void, forcibly maintaining his lucidity.

Ten seconds, six seconds have passed.

In those six seconds, the third impact that should have erupted was eliminated in the first second.

An ending without light, without impact, without destruction.

The Spear of the End, which was originally enough to annihilate the Star Beast, didn't even manage to touch it—it didn't need defense, it only needed to prevent it from existing.

Xia Xiu stared intently at everything, observing as an outsider—a script the world had never acknowledged.

He saw it;

In the third second, the beast raised its right arm.

In the fifth second, the beast pointed at the head core of the Gospel Machine.

Six seconds later, the beast's other hand pointed precisely at the area where the cockpit was located.

In this collaged slideshow, each frame was frozen like a death specimen in a glass coffin. Xia Xiu sensed that [Blackthroat] was still operating, which meant that it was constantly absorbing the "information residue" produced in the deleted time—the attack fluctuations and particle oscillations that were about to exist but were deleted—all were harvested and turned into its power reserves.

In the seventh second, the [Star Beast] slightly turned its body, its arms spreading out like wings.

This is not destruction, this is a ritual.

It's the final preparation before reality returns after the editing is completed.

—The moment those ten seconds end and reality reconnects is the moment His reality synchronization attack is launched.

Xia Xiu's heart was as still as water, yet he continued to count silently.

Eighth second.

I forced myself to keep my heartbeat steady, and my thoughts raced as precisely as a stopwatch.

He knew that every slight fluctuation in his emotions would throw him off balance within the 0.21-second window that was about to open.

Nine seconds.

In the slideshow, the Holy Machine of the Gospel was locked onto by Him several times, like a puppet. The deleted attack trajectories, like afterimages, light trails, and cracks in fate, hovered around the Holy Machine, waiting to detonate all at once when the world editing ended.

And Xia Xiu... finally got his wish.

0.21 seconds - Start.

Now, it's my turn!

In an instant, the world seemed to be sliced ​​open as if by a sharp blade suddenly released from a musical string; the air froze, the light broke, and the rules were peeled away layer by layer.

All sounds seemed to have been gently drawn away by an invisible hand, leaving a silence almost deathly still.

That was a pause in the breath of time, a sudden break in the gap between cause and effect.

Xia Xiu's roar pierced through his nerves like thunder:
"Vasak—stop time!"

"Buzz——"

Time stops, then unfolds.

The whole world suddenly paused, and then was pushed into another dimension.

The sky still burned, the stars remained suspended in the air, their light frozen in their outlines before scattering.

The tail of the meteor, like a solidified crystal needle, was frozen in the darkness.

【The Beast of the Stars】maintains a gesture of waving its hand to penetrate the sacred mechanism of the gospel. The dripping light and the field of destruction are suspended in space like sculptures. Its position is like the surface of frozen water, with barely perceptible ripples in the extreme stillness.

At this moment, time stood still, like a pendulum with a nail embedded in it.

Xia Xiu's consciousness ignited rapidly at this moment.

He saw it—that edited ten seconds, reconstructed as a series of torn film frames in the gaps where the world paused.

The third impact was severed into countless fragments of collapsing light, like stardust dissolving and dissolving in space.

The beast's gestures, pupils, and body movements were all frozen less than five meters from the cockpit, its killing intent spreading out from the spatial rifts like black lines.

Xia Xiu knew perfectly well that he only had two seconds.

However, two seconds is enough!

Inside the Gospel Machine, a set of abnormal commands unfolded simultaneously, triggering the hidden core of the main control system.

[Authorization granted to: Hugh Abraham!]

[Warhead identification complete]

[Confirmed ammunition type: Reverse-type Null warhead/codename Null]

[Target locked]

Inside the cockpit, the red halo spun rapidly, locking onto the cursor and drawing countless intricate tracking formulas on the [Star Beast] under the starry sky, like countless seals intersecting, converging, and superimposing into an invisible coffin.

【Coordinates confirmed——】

[Time Delay Interference Eliminated]

[Reverse Mother Bullet - Loading Completed]

The chest armor of the Evangelismos suddenly opened, and a sharp, hollow projectile slowly extended. The dense engravings on the projectile were like information toxins traveling across the metal surface, each stroke seemingly scraping away the definition of "existence itself".

The detonation of the warhead will disconnect the target's information chain from the real structure, making it impossible for it to be remembered forever.

Xia Xiu did not hesitate.

He took a deep breath, gazing at the frozen beast before him, like a solidified god, his eyes as cold and sharp as ice.

"The one who should be edited out of reality is you!"

The next instant, he steered the Gospel Machine forward with a sudden burst of speed.

Even knowing that His fatal blow was imminent, even though he could clearly sense that that swing of His arm was enough to destroy the core of the Holy Machine and tear apart his soul...

He still chose to face death.

The projectile has exceeded the fuse limit; the countdown has reached zero.

In the still sea of ​​time, Xia Xiu gripped the core control lever of the Evangelistic Holy Machine in one hand and roared:

"Stop editing—Detonate!"

The next second, the Reverse Mother Projectile detonates.

A silent flash of light burst forth from the chest cavity of the Gospel Machine.

[Information Black Hole Activated]

[Time Editing: Complete]

[Data Stream Collapse Threshold: Refactoring]

—In that instant, Xia Xiu saw his own death.

Clear. Irresistible. Without warning.

The arm from the [Star Beast] was like a scepter that pierced through time and space, completing the alignment of the ultimate orbit in the ten non-existent seconds of "time deletion".

And in that final 0.01 seconds, 0.21 seconds before Xia Xiu could no longer control his attack, His attack landed.

Sharp claws pierced through the body.

Soul shattered.

No sound.

But he could hear his bones crumbling in the roar, and he could feel his body being pierced through the cockpit. The feeling of being penetrated and ripped apart was like being cut out of reality.

He saw the cracks bursting open in the chest cavity of the Evangelist, saw the core data disk burning into light dust, and saw his own blood floating in the still ether, blooming like streams of light...

Then, he died.

But he... is still alive.

He successfully exploited the bug.

Xia Xiu's consciousness emerged like a broken slideshow in the deathly silence. He saw fragments of "himself" flying up and down in a distorted order: one Xia Xiu was being torn apart, another was smiling, and a third was rising from the wreckage.

He blocked the death procedure.

He should have died from that attack, but he chose to die at the point where "time deletion" and "anti-Membrane bomb" detonated.

Time is paradoxical here, and causality fails.

He killed an "edited version" of Xia Xiu.

The anti-munition detonation erases a "monster that does not exist in reality".

Time stood still, freezing the kill and death themselves.

After "detonation" becomes the absolute endpoint, the "subject" referred to by death is redefined.

Output: Xia Xiu's death at the hands of the beast... will never be true.

He was like a fragment of existence edited into the gaps between light and shadow, "restored" at the intersection of these three types of system collapse-level permissions.

Just like when a program crashes and performs an error rollback, the system cannot determine whether death has actually occurred, so it has to reset the "health points" to the old value.

He fell back to reality from a non-existent track, as if emerging from nothing.

The shattered core of the gospel mechanism in his chest was reassembled amidst that etheric storm.

His body slowly appeared within the particles of light, his flesh and blood were reshaped, his consciousness awoke from its shattering state, and the crown of light in his pupils slowly rotated once more.

Hugh Abraham;
He came back to life.

Xia Xiu accomplished a miracle of coming back from the dead...

He is a survivor who escaped from the paradox.

(End of this chapter)