Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 965 [Abnormal Weaponization Series CR-13]

Xia Xiu walked slowly through the ruins of this twisted city. Faint, almost imperceptible white noises rose from the cracks in the dilapidated concrete, turning into wordless whispers in his ears.

The information provided by the ethics committee is extremely limited; it is not even possible to reconstruct a complete developmental model of the four currently viable embryos, and can only fill in the gaps with speculation.

However, even with those limited materials, after Xia Xiu obtained them from the committee and reviewed them, his expression was just as unpleasant as Chairman Robert's.

The document uncontrollably surfaced in his mind; it was an encrypted document from the ethics committee—[Anomalous Weaponization Series CR-13 (Doomsday Crisis Project)].

——【Abnormal Weaponization Series CR-13 (Doomsday Crisis Project)】——

【describe】:
Project CR-13 refers to the four colossal armed personalities—god-like entities—that have completed their intrinsic ascension, incubated by the abnormal weaponization project process during the era of the Demon King's army.

According to the Ethics Committee's records, his ascension to godhood took place on [date missing], and the triggering event was codenamed "42".

"42" is a special number that Eden discovered through supercomputing, and this number enabled CR-13 to successfully ascend to godhood.

The existence of CR-13, after ascending to godhood, has deviated from the trajectory of the consensus of the genealogy. Its essential driving effect has led to the comprehensive erosion of faith, the deconstruction of semantic structure, the discontinuity of narrative order, and ultimately triggered the unfolding of a doomsday model.

In the Eden model, this event marks the beginning of an irreversible and drastic deterioration sequence.

As for what the number "42" actually represents, it remains unknown. All we know is that the Demon King (the previous decision-maker) in charge of the project said:
"42 is the ultimate answer to the universe."

[Individual Profile]

Project CR-13 comprises four divine entities, listed in descending order of size as follows:
Pallas, Judith, Rachel, and Agni.

All four bodies are humanoid grid structures, with a height ranging from 18.9 kilometers to 23.5 kilometers.

[Robert's note: I checked several times and regretfully confirmed that the unit is indeed kilometers. What kind of madmen did the Demon King develop? Just in terms of height, this thing is 2.14 times higher than the highest peak in Terra.]

"Aren't the demon lords afraid they'll run into trouble developing this thing? Amond Katcharian is a complete madman."
All individuals share the following common structural characteristics:

It has three pairs of bird-shaped wings on the upper and lower back, for a total of six wings; on the right side of the body, it holds a short, curved sickle-shaped figurative scepter; the lower limbs have a human-like leg structure, but only up to the ankle joint, so it cannot perform standard walking movements and instead moves by floating.
Nevertheless, the four-pillared entity continued to perform simulated gait movements with its legs while floating, which is speculated to be a residual effect of the mythical Mimu.

Some of the remaining descriptions suggest that the entity may also possess other biological hybrid features, including but not limited to claw-like structures, feathery phalanges, and serpentine tail fragments.

[Celestial Suppression Ultimate Weapon Series Experimental Prototype - Number 42]

{The following notes are left by the former decision-maker [0-08] Armand Cacharian:}
— Enter number 42 for cleaning purposes.
From the moment of its ascension to godhood, the CR-13 four pillars have been moving in a circular motion around the earth. Their paths are unstable synchronous spiral trajectories, with the trajectories interfering with each other but maintaining a macroscopic equilibrium.

Rachel has the fastest orbit, completing one planetary orbit in 416 days; Pallas has the slowest, with a cycle of 468 days; Arkin and Judith alternate slowly in between.

This trajectory itself constitutes a periodic, deep cleansing of the entire planet's cognitive and narrative layers.

As they revolve around the celestial body, all sentient beings (including humans, higher-dimensional intelligent beings, and configurational consciousness units) exposed to the face or words of any CR-13 individual will immediately fall into a state called logical infiltration, the core manifestation of which is as follows:
Irreversible impulsive behavior occurs in the initial stage, and the affected individual will continue to approach the target deity by all means and participate in its cyclical journey; it cannot be stopped, and any attempt to isolate or imprison it will be broken by the individual on its own.

Physiological structures will undergo structural changes over time:
The individual no longer ages, and the body possesses regenerative and immune-to-decomposition characteristics, gradually degenerating into a bionic version of the target entity; the endpoint of this state is when the legs wear down and fall off during long-distance walking, after which the individual enters a floating, following state.

{Note on the Armand Experiment: I gave this state a beautiful name—the wingless bird.}
The floating entities will begin to spontaneously imitate language expressions. Although their language pollution is not as direct as that of the original entity, the effects will become similar after prolonged exposure.

This phenomenon has been defined by the ethics committee as a cognitive closed infection chain with extremely high potential for catastrophic expansion.

This project is defined as one of the most structurally destructive potential anomalous armed personality creations in the history of Heaven.

For the Demon Lords, this project was a half-finished experiment of the ultimate weapon for celestial suppression—the Demon Lords were trying to create a weapon that could be used to destroy the solar system to intimidate the stars.

{Notes on Armand's experiment:}

I must admit that I deeply regret that the CR-13 experiment failed to achieve the performance goal of becoming the "ultimate weapon for celestial suppression".

From the perspective of pure execution efficiency, the project's destruction cycle was too long, its structure was cumbersome, and it deviated significantly from my original vision of a "high-frequency purification weapon model".

Its current output rate is approximately 416 standard Terra days per Destroyed Civilization – making it more like an Angel than an emergency strike weapon.

We did create "gods," but they were all silent wanderers and cripples.

Two or three additional details regarding the "control issue":
Perhaps it was my oversight, or perhaps it was a deviation in the self-evolution of the mythological factor—after CR-13 is activated, all its control will be completely separated from the Heavenly Protocol domain.

It is not subject to recall, does not obey orders, and is unable to execute abort commands.

In other words: "There is no power off button."

Judging from the final feedback record, CR-13 was not favored by other decision-makers. In our decision-making meeting, about seven seats cast the "abandon" opinion after review.

However, the project was not abandoned in the end because it was very useful for cleaning up the miniature world and some sudden crises of civilization domination and subversion. As long as Heaven uses it properly, it can input "number 42" to complete the targeted cleanup.

The ethics committee seems to have noticed something... Hmm, sending a burial team over. It seems the committee knows too much about this; that's not good.
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When Xia Xiu finished reading the document, he finally understood why Chairman Robert looked so grim, as if he had eaten half a bowl of coal ash.

The tone of Armand’s writing was quite casual—as if sending someone to silence someone was routine lab work, without even specifying which squad to use in the notes, as if he didn’t take the committee seriously at all.

The Burial Agency, ostensibly still the final execution team used to end out-of-control projects during the Demon King's era, had actually been completely transformed into the private armed forces and guards of the Demon King's council members when the Ethics Committee was systematically paralyzed.

During the Great Radical Era of the Kingdom of Heaven, the “out-of-control projects” cleaned up by the Burial Guards likely included some of the unruly members of the Ethics Committee.

Chairman Robert, a product of that era, certainly wouldn't have a pleasant attitude towards the Demon Lords. And when he reviewed the Demon Lords' plans for weaponizing their unusual abilities, his expression was worse than if he'd eaten shit.

The main problem is that there are many frustrating parts in the plans and documents.

At least after reviewing the documents, the part that Xia Xiu found unsettling was that "there was no power off button."

This one sentence left Xia Xiu speechless for a moment.

The sheer volume of this document alone was enough to make Xia Xiu feel a deep respect for the Demon Kings.

The demon kings also carried out dozens of such major operations.

These dozens of large items were taken by the four monarchs of the Lezi people and buried directly in the myriad worlds.

As the Ivy League Wars drew to a close, the situation reached a stalemate. The fun of the Ivy League Wars was no longer as enjoyable for the four monarchs as it had been in the beginning, and their "partner" had just accomplished a great feat in Terra and been promoted.

Thus, the four monarchs began to ponder the same thing...

It's almost time!

They decided to replicate the atmosphere of the Ivy League Wars and directly target the Golden Court with a detonation attack on the perfect embryo. They destroyed all the projects left behind by the Demon Kings.

BOOM!

With a resounding crash across the myriad realms, the once vibrant and flourishing world of the Golden Royal Court was utterly destroyed by the targeted explosion of the four monarchs. The gods cried out and cursed, their rage churning above the royal court.

They now hate the four monarchs to death, but there's nothing they can do about it.

Say something.

The current dire state of the Golden Court is truly astonishing; it would be a miracle if it hadn't been a mastermind behind a complex scheme orchestrated by the Heavenly Kingdom and the Four Sovereigns.

Xia Xiu stared at the sky before him, its divine structure now displaced and cracked, and narrowed his eyes expressionlessly.

The Demon King's legacy left by the Kingdom of Heaven possesses destructive potential in an absolute sense, while the Four Monarchs—these guys whose essence is chaos and fun—just happen to have a bizarre constitution with extremely high compatibility, which allows them to bypass the interference of the faith stream and directly take action against them.

More importantly, they possess a most terrifying tool—the Golden Tree.

It has been directly embedded into the underlying logic of all realms, becoming a relay system for a universal resonance ritual. Once its branches and nodes are controlled, it is equivalent to burying mines all over the world.

The legacy of the demon kings is lightning.

The four monarchs only need to be buried in a suitable spot.

"Now it's time to check on the first deity who was harvested. We need to see what's going on with the CR-13 left behind by the Demon Kings..."

The ground beneath Xia Xiu's feet was making a soft, distorted sound.

The divine realm he resided in, this plane known as the Desolate Void Tunnel, was the first minefield to be detonated at a specific point.

Their target wasn't some nameless deity, but a hapless fellow whose name was memorable enough to be out of place, ironic enough, and unforgettable.

Xia Xiu walked slowly along the wide temple passage, the divine light curtain around him constantly breaking and rebuilding, and then collapsing amidst the lingering vibrations of the golden tree.

As he walked, he mentally reviewed the resume of this evil god.

"Cirik, known as the King of Lies, the God of the Black Sun, and the Lord of Chaos."

"Originally a mortal, born in the human realm of the myriad worlds, west of Santirburg, a thief and a wanderer."

"He once fought alongside a group of mortal heroes, and finally killed the three gods of death, absorbing their divine status and domain, and ascended to become a high-level evil god."

"The realm of faith includes: murder, fraud, illusion, conflict, destruction, and hypocrisy."

"After the War of the Gods, he went mad, proclaimed himself the King of Gods, and sought to unify all realms, but was suppressed by the allied forces of the Golden Court."

"Afterwards, he was sealed away for a thousand years and imprisoned in the deepest part of the tumultuous and empty divine kingdom."

"After the outbreak of the Ivy League War, the Golden Law loosened, the Golden Tree took root again, and the opportunity for the reconstruction of faith brought His enlightenment."

"Originally, everything was on the verge of being restored, and Cyric was even reinstated by the Golden Court, preparing to clear his name, return to the position of the chief god."

Xia Xiu walked to a broken divine stele and glanced indifferently at the scorched divine runes:
Broken Castle

He sighed.

"Unfortunately... he encountered the Four Monarchs."

Cyric is the god of madness among the three gods of pantheism: madness, stupidity, and brain deficiency.

Having finally regained his senses briefly and cleared his head a little, he was ready to make great strides.

Unfortunately, the four monarchs gave him the CR-13.

This guy must have faced four god-level beings directly, which has made their already not-so-good minds even worse.

……

……

The wind is howling.

It wasn't wind in the ordinary sense, but the kind of howling wind that makes people forget who they are through language. It tore through space, buzzing and trembling at the edge of consciousness, like the murmur of some ancient god, or like a recording of a madman's message that could never be stopped playing.

This is the second level of the tumultuous tunnel—the cage of the mad god, a confinement where logic collapses.

Between the storm chasms, a shattered castle slowly floats. It is neither stone nor bone, but is twisted from obsidian, withered and neurotic towers, and a spiderweb-like structure, as if it were an architectural draft that wandered out of some abandoned dream.

The cracks wriggled between the walls, like a living thing breathing, as if trying to swallow the air, time, and even—sound itself.

When Xia Xiu stepped into the castle, the wind cut into him like a knife, his divine aura was severely disrupted, and his sense of direction was as if it had been crushed and discarded.

The ceiling is no different from the floor; you might run straight up the wall, or you might stand up again after a fall from a great height.

But he simply lowered his eyes, holding the "Lever of Heaven," and walked step by step into the depths.

He could sense that here—madness was contagious.

The master of this place is none other than madness itself: Cyril.

At the top of the shattered tower lies a broken stone bridge. At the end of the bridge are five thrones, shaped like skulls but forged from divine iron and withered bones.

That is—the Supreme Throne of Cyril.

The "symbol of divine authority" that Cyric forged himself when he proclaimed himself "King of the Gods".

Before the throne, the silver Holy Grail was broken in half, and blood-red gemstones were scattered on the black stone floor tiles, as if they were fragments of a dream flowing from the heart of God.

The walls were covered with portraits and axe handles, including dissected faces and upside-down crowns...

And on the throne, the mad god gazed down upon the world.

Cyric wore a jawless skull mask, his mouth empty, and his eye sockets gleamed with a gray-blue divine light that did not belong to this world; thick fog swirled around him, like the robes of the Forgotten, or like some kind of misplaced projection from a rift in time.

His gaze pierced through layers of dimensions, as if looking at all the heavens and the myriad worlds, yet he was imprisoned at the end of this mad city.

Chaos Beasts howled around him, Slaty's whispers came from below the tower, and the footsteps of howling beasts writhed in the air.

When Xia Xiu appeared before him, this mad god immediately rebuked him:
"Why do you not kneel before the King of Gods?!"

(End of this chapter)