Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 959 Unboxing the Desire for Flesh: The Whole Lineage of Believers III (Final)

On the golden throne, Xia Xiu's brows were furrowed, and an indescribable sigh appeared on his face.

He originally thought that New Desire Flesh was just a biotech conglomerate disguised as Desire Flesh, a cult clown packaged with gene editing and financing games; but he never expected that this time, opening the box would directly lead to a shocking secret at the level of the President of the Edison Federation.

“…I see.” He muttered to himself.

The Inner Temple Awakening was merely a front for that president; his true purpose was to conceal the real Inner Temple Awakening organization: the Hermes Foundation.

The federal president controls the operation, money laundering, concealment, dissemination and expansion of the new lust in the secular world through the Hermes Group.

The person sitting at the pinnacle of power in the presidential palace is the mastermind behind the alchemy, consumption, repackaging, and sale of the sage's marrow.

"The murky waters of the new lustful flesh are deeper than I imagined."

This is the true scale and structure that a true carnal lineage should have.

If the original Desire Flesh was decaying and old, failing to reflect the fact that the Desire Flesh lineage had once almost dominated the entire Terra lineage, then the new Desire Flesh truly opened Xia Xiu's eyes.

The amount of new Desire Flesh that was unearthed this time was truly enormous; their influence in Terra was beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Xia Xiu's gaze was deep and focused, his consciousness continuing to rise with the Golden Throne, penetrating the intricate network structure of capital, arms, intelligence, and biotechnology.

His thoughts pierced the night like beams of light.

Then he saw it.

This time, it was also the capital of an empire.

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In the northern border of Terra, the capital of the Oretin Empire.

In the mobile city of Constantinople, within the city of White Rock (Белокаменная), a hellish machine is writhing deep within the earth's ley lines.

That is—the Hunter's Black Room.

It is not a single building, but a complete, armed, and industrialized flesh-and-blood god-making field under the new flesh-and-blood system, composed of four core components;

Firstly, there are humanoid weapons.

Xia Xiu's consciousness penetrated the outermost layer of the dark room, where he saw countless "prisoners" and "volunteers"—they were suspended by chains and injected with hormones, bone marrow fluid, and glandular synthetic fluid.

Their bones were dissected and recast, their muscles doubled and stretched, their airways were fitted with animalistic auxiliary lungs, and their frontal bones were implanted with bone blades and occlusal organs.

Ultimately, they were forged into warriors—the royal guard of the Oletin Empire.

Muscles entwined like reins, bone spurs intertwined with steel chains, the whole person like a weapon of war pieced together from biological prosthetics.

They were brainwashed and called the hounds of the marrow.

Secondly, there are live animal slaughterhouses.

Xia Xiu's consciousness shifted, and he found himself in an underground flesh and blood factory where the sun never shines.

That place is a large-scale slaughterhouse and assembly plant, and a uterine ventricle pool.

He saw humans hanging upside down on chains, being disemboweled like livestock, their skeletons, internal organs, and nerves removed, and then sent to three assembly lines.

The workshop used the Sark-based flesh-and-blood technique, which combined surgical instruments with cloning to produce batches of prosthetic bodies, artificial weapons, and flesh-and-blood weapons.

In particular, the vascular pool is like a bubbling, living womb, densely packed with hundreds of infant-sized warrior embryos suspended in the liquid—they cry silently and laugh wildly in the liquid.

Thirdly, there are colossi.

Xia Xiu's consciousness arrived at the last and most central underground void, a huge circular space suppressed by four Hume Towers.

He saw it—the enormous, slumbering being, bound by veins and chains.

When Xia Xiu saw him, his breath caught in his throat.

Saint Oroch.

One of the legendary Four Sages, the physical embodiment of the halberd-wielder, has now transformed into a 300-meter-tall colossal statue of flesh and blood, like a war god yet to awaken.

Skin cracks open, skeleton exposed, hundreds of blood vessels extend like cables to the surface factory, pumping divinity into the entire dark room.

It was dormant, but the Black House awakened it with the sacrifice of bone-armored warriors; once fully revived, it will once again wield the "Holy Halberd," powerful enough to destroy the entire city of Moscow.

Xia Xiu was stunned.

"...This is not a religion, it's a military-industrial complex."

If the Awakening of the Inner Palace is the ghostly scalpel lurking in the financial and political spine of the Edisi Federation, and the spiderweb of power woven by the Hermes Consortium, then the Hunter's Black Room is the master of blood and iron, and the second heart parasitizing the power structure of the Oletin Empire.

It was a war machine tailor-made for the purple-robed emperor of the Oletin Empire, a veritable military oligarch, and a theocratic military-industrial complex that integrated flesh-and-blood modification techniques, industrial expansion, biological weapons, and human sacrifice.

Xia Xiu's consciousness crawled along the roots of Oroko's body, extending towards the imperial border. The towering Blood Steel Tower, the bone armor legion's training warehouse with dozens of underground floors, and the air transport ship-like aircraft carriers loaded samples of titanium bone blade prosthetic bodies into containers, numbered, registered, packaged, and transported with encryption—the destination was the imperial legion's front-line assembly point.

New Desire Meat owns factories, shipping, armed forces, and a black market exchange.

In the eyes of the new lustful flesh, saints are their precious assets.

Moreover, there exists a secret yet stable cooperative relationship between the Black Room and the Inner Palace Awakening, because here...

The myocardial tissue of the Ravata was packaged and refrigerated like mithril, and made into reproductive spores that were implanted into certain officers to improve the efficiency of military breeding.

Nadox's cranial suture fragments, Oroch's dental pulp, and even the shaved fragments of Saen's sternum were all used as commodities, weapons, and financial collateral—like human blood buns, commodifying and capitalizing faith layer by layer.

Their abnormal capitalization is so thorough... The new lustful flesh has become a behemoth of desire, intertwined with industry, politics, finance, arms, ideology, and the marrow of saints.

They also found him.

An unfamiliar "saint" outside the genealogy constantly spyes on their secrets from the golden throne.

Therefore, the higher-ups in the Black Room immediately ordered: "Sever all links in the spectrum of lust and activate the closed neural protocol."

Just as they had awakened in the inner sanctum, they drove Xia Xiu out.

But it was too late.

Xia Xiu saw and knew too much.

He opened his eyes on the golden throne, his gaze as cold and unfathomable as if he were looking into a vast abyss.

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The consciousness of the Fifth Sage continued to rise.

Traversing the carnal lineage reflected by the Golden Throne, he passed through burning industrial wastelands, towering buildings of fleshy walls, and ancient sites of bone-bone temples scattered across the desert.

There is a mainland China section.

As he came into contact with higher levels of the new lustful flesh, this place was—the White Worm Cult.

He saw a manor.

An ancient noble estate.

It is hidden deep in the wild forests of Vojvod on the Hungarian border, magnificent, silent, and deathly pure.

The air was filled with the scent of dried lavender mixed with putrid blood; the fir trees were as pale as bones, but the garden never withered.

Beneath the manor, Xia Xiu saw the white worms—those wriggling, pure white nematodes, slender, smooth, and anciently wise insect gods, known as:

"Helminthe Laskaris"

The Fifth Saint's consciousness receded almost immediately. He sensed that this "worm" could control the livers of thousands of believers even in their sleep. He saw a group of people—aristocrats, billionaires, remnants of former colonial empires, and contemporary financial oligarchs—quietly attending a banquet in the dark. They wore classic gold-trimmed tailcoats and lapis lazuli worm-patterned rings, raising their glasses and smiling as they swallowed the larval serum.

The larvae slowly wriggle within the host's body, occupying the portal vein, as if constructing an artificial mechanism for the continuation of life.

Every believer in the White Worm has a sacred worm in their body that secretes a strange factor that causes tissue regeneration, disease relief, and lifespan extension.

What they need to pay is a ritualistic "splitting of insects" every thirteen months.

Xia Xiu witnessed the distorted ritual:
An old nobleman knelt naked in the candlelight, his belly throbbing with mature white worms. Then the [True Cavity Knights] stepped forward, cut open his abdominal cavity, pulled out the worm king from his body, and implanted it between the spines of three noble sons.

These nobles groaned in agony, yet were filled with gratitude, as if they had received "the Lord's grace."

They call this:

"Triple Parasitic Sacrifice" - A continuation of the genealogy for the eternal continuation of life.

Xia Xiu observed that the White Insect Cult had already entered the modern financial ecosystem.

Their charitable trust, registered in Liechtenstein, brazenly packaged "white worm serum" as a rare parasite research finding and circulated it among regenerative medicine foundations in Liechtenstein and Geneva.

Swiss private clinics, Wahak battlefield laboratories, and senior citizen centers in southern France are all branches of their dark web network.

Xia Xiu also saw those True Cavity Knights wearing surgical gowns, their bones embedded with worm teeth and their blood flowing with blood clotting spores. If an enemy tried to capture them, they would detonate themselves into a high-temperature spore explosion source.

This is not the church, a heavy and terrifying word surfaced in Xia Xiu's mind.

"Aristocratic parasitic capitalism."

A group of immortal, abnormal capitalists.

Their lineage can be traced back to the Hohenzollern family, one of the oldest noble families in the Berlin region.

The White Worm Cult no longer worships any saints or flesh-and-blood gods. What they worship are worms, the alteration of biological clocks, the exchange of time for the body, and the ever-lasting... parasitic caste system.

The current leader of the White Worm Cult is Marquis Agnes Voyward of the White Worm, whose veins flow with concentrated factors left by the seven generations of Worm Kings, making her almost no longer human.

She sat atop a bone seat entwined with worms, like a royal lotus spun by sacred worms, and opened her eyes to the Fifth Sage from afar.

In that instant, Xia Xiu felt an instinctive rejection from the Insect God.

He is an uncontrollable variable, an intruder outside the spectrum, someone who will break the parasitic food chain... "overthrowing the superior."

Deep within the palace of the white insects, a low, mournful chirping sound could be heard.

The insect's dream was slightly awakened.

click-

The Fifth Sage's observation was interrupted.

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The Fifth Sage's consciousness traversed the spiderweb dome of the White Insect Palace and crossed the marrow of capital.

At this moment, his consciousness once again plunged into a damp and stifling darkness—a fishy, ​​turbid smell, as if stained with a thousand years of blood and salt, rushed towards him.

He fell into stagnant water in a mangrove forest.

That was a restricted area in the southern part of the Edisian Federation, on the edge of the Florida Delta, a place perpetually shrouded in mist and tides.

The underwater mud layer writhed with flesh and algae, like a pulsating placenta.

He saw it:
"Eyng'ay" (deep water maternal fetus).

Lavata lies on the side of the seabed, where the deep waters surge with an endless tidal wave.

It was a huge, fleshy womb beneath a sinkhole, with shipwrecks, coral, amniotic membranes, and skeletons intertwined within, like an embryo abandoned by the gods, pulsating with every tidal night.

She swallows the tide and flesh, and at low tide she releases spores, injecting new buds into the mangroves.

This is the ocean variant of the fleshly desires—the Dark Domain Deepwater House.

Xia Xiu's consciousness stepped onto the damp, decaying floating bridge, where the mangrove forest whispered a mixed dialect of ancient Sakya and Voodoo incantations.

The wooden huts by the swamp were all constructed of flesh-transformed wood; the walls bulged and the window frames writhed, as if every beam and pillar were alive, listening to the commands of the deep tide.

Above him, a circular altar floated in a submerged gas bladder resembling an egg, and five Reef Tree Witch Mothers were chanting ancient mushroom sacred words, their chests opening up with scales resembling a net-like placenta—each bloodline connecting to the sinking cave beneath the altar.

From the swamp, a priest slowly emerged.

Grand Mariner – Edward Sabatie.

His lower body was no longer human, but a marine structure made of algal fins and fleshy leaves, slowly swaying in the water, allowing him to float steadily in the water like a god. His eyes were devoid of light, yet they could see through the divine consciousness of the Fifth Sage.

He opened his mouth, but only the roar of the tide could be heard.

His offspring, numbering about sixty, are hidden beneath the deep waters, their backs adorned with metal fins and their gill pouches pulsating like frogs, quietly appearing and disappearing in the harbors of the Caribbean and the west coast of Africa.

Xia Xiu witnessed their ceremony.

Every new moon night, the tide begins, and the children of the abyss swim out of the sea to capture poachers and smugglers, bringing them back to the sunken altar to be soaked for three days and nights.

Survivors will grow gills and scales, be given a "deep kiss," and become peripheral believers, serving the sea goddess for life.

The most astonishing event is the "Sinking Assassination" that occurs once every twelve years.

Xia Xiu's consciousness froze at that moment:
Twelve children, draped in white veils and showing no fear, were led by five witch mothers into the deep water womb.

The altar swallowed them like a whale devouring bait, the waves crashing without a sound, their flesh and blood dissipating—supposedly, this was the price of a contract in exchange for the protection of Rawata, ensuring the tribe would be free from storms, red tides, and plagues for twelve years.

What shocked Xia Xiu even more was the intertwining of this cult with other new forms of lust:
The White Worm Cult provided them with regenerative worm blood serum in exchange for floating hulls made of flesh-transformed wood; the Inner Temple Awakening Cult partnered with them to establish an offshore trust in the Bahamas to launder freight revenue from bulk shipping routes; and the Hunter Black House secretly purchased deep-diving bone capsules and vascular clavicles from them in exchange for tidal curd used to enhance the survival rate of bone armor soldiers.

This is the flesh and blood city of the Ocean Faction, the gateway to the Southern Front of Desire and Flesh.

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Xia Xiu's consciousness continued to rise, extending along the intertwined bloodline of desire and flesh.

He traversed the fleshy tides of the deep-sea womb, crossed the roars of the bone-armored legions, and tore apart the pale, long dream of the insect-blooded nobles—until he stepped into those marginal tribes that were not in the canon, yet were equally ancient, dangerous, and twisted.

He saw a tree-branch gate in the Yorkshire woodlands, woven from repeatedly grafted fingers, the palms covered with sark runes, the wrist bones exposed, the tendons hanging in the air, still trembling.

Behind the door, the cracked dimension, like the empty eye of a giant god, is slowly watching.

"The hand is God, the hand can create God."

They call themselves—Duo Shou Sha (多手社).

They originated from the belief in Hecatoncheires, the hundred-armed god, during the Age of Gods, and inherited the remnants of the "hundred-armed archon".

As Xia Xiu peered over, he saw the three chief ministers sitting cross-legged atop the stone pillars, each with more than eight pairs of limbs implanted in their bodies. Those arms were intertwined, forming a spiral wheel like a sacrificial array.

They are collecting marrow from the remains of the slumbering, hundred-armed god who once tried to take it from underground and planned to "project" it into the rift in reality.

At that moment, they also noticed the gaze of the throne. One of the servants slowly raised his palm, and the spell in the center of his palm seemed to be responding, releasing layers of ripples—the dimensional gate began to close.

Subsequently, he also saw other smaller neo-carnal factions, such as the Neo-Chaldea Pathologos, which centered on abnormal aesthetic medicine; and the Latyshen Fracture, an abnormal structure that self-destructed from out-of-control carnal experiments and continuously regenerated through fractal reproduction...

All of this reveals one thing to Xia Xiu, the fifth sage;
The new desires of flesh are like an underground city that devours reality, with its roots deeply embedded in six major areas: politics, medicine, faith, the body, capital, and technology.

At this moment, they realized that the throne was being eyed.

Multiple doors closed, numerous gazes turned away, and connections were severed one by one.

But Xia Xiu had already seen enough.