Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 966 The God of Madness (Published first, will be added later, to be viewed the next day~)

A near-roaring howl exploded from the throne, the sound a mixture of ancient divine resonance and mad, twisted faith feedback, like spears piercing the very marrow of the brain.

As the sound echoed, the entire Storm Rift seemed to be activated. Amidst the swirling black mist, the first shadow wriggled like liquid—the Chaos Beast. Countless limbs surged in the space, their forms changing every second, tearing the space apart with its very existence.

It roared and pounced on Xia Xiu.

The second shadow, like a forcibly folded ripple of time, leaped out from the spatial distortion—Slaty, a red and blue frog-shaped monster, howling with a wide mouth, its blood-red ruby-like forehead flashing with killing intent and chaotic laws, leaping high with its limbs, its sharp claws cutting through the wind.

A final, low howl ripped through the sky, and the entire rift began to tremble—the howling beasts rushed out simultaneously from the castle walls and shadows, like nightmares escaping from weeping stars. Each charge brought a shock and collapse of mental energy, their howls tearing at the mind, their neighing like a lament before the end of the stars.

Xia Xiu raised an eyebrow, standing in the middle of the storm, showing no fear.

The shadow beneath his feet trembled slightly at that moment—and then, quietly and silently, it expanded.

That was no ordinary shadow, but the echo of the Shadow Legion.

In his shadow, some indescribable ancient whisper began to emerge—a chant from the deepest part of the sea, a prayer from the slumbering deep sea.

The shadows surged and writhed like ink, like a tidal wave crashing back, slowly rising from the ground one after another from figures covered in viscous black algae and with dark blue eyes.

The Abyss Messenger stepped forward first, clad in heavy armor woven from bone coral, dragging a serpentine staff entwined with deep-sea curses in his right hand, and chanting the true words of the sea god in a low voice.

Following closely behind were 4,444 Deepsea Dwellers, their bodies contorted in fish-scale armor, yet still marching forward with their heads held high.

At the edge of the battlefield, space flickered violently as if an angle had been severed—that was the Tindalos Hound.

From the folded corners of the walls, from the cracks in the broken dimensions, pairs of cold eyes emerged.

Without making a sound, the hunters of these times traversed dozens of meters of space like ghosts, pouncing on Slaty and the Chaos Beast, locking onto them as targets that violated the laws of time.

Xia Xiu stood in the middle of the legion and the enemy tide, his eyes holding an indescribable strangeness. He felt that the current Shirek was a bit...

The illness is not very clear.

Around the throne, the Deep Ones and the Chaos Demon Lords' retinues were locked in a fierce battle.

At the very pinnacle of all this, upon the throne, the mad god Cyric, in an extremely bizarre manner, stood upon his divine throne.

He stood up, leaned, knelt, rolled around, and laughed wildly while holding his head.

His divine robes were tattered, and his scepter coiled like a serpent around his arms. His voice, like the screech of insects, echoed between the thrones:
“They can’t hear…they can’t hear…can you hear me? Huh?Can you hear me? I hear the gods singing in my head, they dance, they play harps with my bones—hahahahahaha—!”

“I know the four of you! You...you are above the light, after the fire, outside the heart, within the dream! You ascended the throne of God, pushed me down, and even plucked my feathers one by one to weave a crown and give it to others!!”

"Hahahaha!! Listen! Can you hear it! They are singing!! The first one is singing, and his voice is a mixture of bells and gunshots, it is the Song of Order—'Truth is the rule, the rule is purgatory'!"

"The second one came too. He whispered and coaxed me, saying that if I told just one lie, I could be saved, saved! But I did, I told countless lies, and I'm not saved, I'm not saved, I... Hahahaha, why am I still here??"

"The third one, ah... He is weeping, He has entangled my heart with a net woven from dreams, my heart is shining! My heart is gold! They all say I'm crazy, but I'm more lucid than they are!! Do you believe it? Do you believe it???"

"The fourth one... Shh—don't mention Him, you mustn't mention Him, or your teeth will fall out! Listen, my teeth are jumping out one by one, they're going to build palaces! Build His palaces! One tooth, one floor; one drop of blood, one kingdom!! Hahahahahaha—!!"

"Look, I'm not crazy, I'm just—just too lucid!! Being too lucid will drive you crazy, don't you understand! Don't you understand!!!"

"You've lied to me! You've all lied to me!! Your light is fake, your laws are lies, your dreams are hell, your truth is murder!!!"

"But I still thank you... because if you go mad, you'll never hear their wails again..."

Cyric's mask changed, sometimes appearing as jawless white bones, sometimes as the face of a human child, and sometimes as a vessel of light with overlapping eyeballs and cracks. Each time the face changed, the divine kingdom trembled as if in a spasm.

Among the deities of the Golden Royal Court, the chief gods who possess the rank of the pantheon have near-top-tier strength within their own divine kingdoms, roughly ranging between the third threshold (1 × 10 times/second) and the fourth threshold (5 × 10 times/second).

Some powerful divine kingdoms can even rival miracles, reaching the fifth threshold.

In terms of numerical values ​​alone, without considering the mechanics, Xia Xiu was probably at the third threshold before the kickoff.

After the opening ceremony, his current ether floating-point computing efficiency can reach the fourth threshold. If he adds his various heaven-defying mechanisms, he can suppress any of the main gods in the Golden Court.

When Cyric is a little more lucid, and he stays in his own divine kingdom, his strength is close to the fourth threshold.

However, He is now in this state of madness, and His divine kingdom has been turned into a sphere by the demon kings' abnormal weaponization project.

In this state, Xia Xiu doesn't even need to overclock to easily defeat them.

However, Xia Xiu did not make a move immediately.

Even if this mad god's current divine status is like a ripe fruit to him, which he can easily pry open and extract, and then instantly contain.

But he managed to suppress his impulse.

"...You can't move yet."

He needed the remnants of Cyric's divinity to continue maintaining the spiritual link between the four ascended deities, serving as a power source.

“We still need the other party’s divine kingdom as a miniature world to contain CR-13.” Xia Xiu stood in the void of the collapsing divine kingdom and murmured softly.

He stepped forward, and a distorted symbol appeared, followed by a deep silver arc that bloomed in the void.

The Möbius strip twisted beneath his feet, time and space curled and overlapped like origami, and Xia Xiu's figure was instantly pulled into an elusive path.

In the next instant, he appeared on the steps of Cyrek's throne, less than a few steps away from the mad god.

The god of madness reacted as quickly as if he had been waiting for this moment.

"You've arrived!! Hahaha, the Lord of Deception has finally got his chance to test his skills!"

Cyric suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly. Beneath the mask, his empty, deep pupils resembled a twisted, chaotic black hole, with six pupils rotating like chains and gears.

He roared angrily:

"Chaos Disintegration!!"

boom! !

The void was torn apart the instant he roared, and illusion and reality overlapped and devoured each other simultaneously.

Thousands upon thousands of phantoms of Cyric appeared out of thin air, wielding axes, staffs, swords, and holding the Holy Grail...

Each one is an interweaving of truth and falsehood, and each one may conceal murderous intent and power.

"The Law of Deception and Inversion!!"

The gravitational field around Xia Xiu reversed, his body and projection swapped, and the space became chaotic, like an upside-down mirror falling.

"Heart-Piercing Thirteen Prayer Ritual!!"

A blood-red, shattered scepter swept across the void, accompanied by countless whispered soul incantations, attempting to condemn Xia Xiu's existence in the name of "murder" and implant the concept of "being sentenced to death" into his divinity.

These three deadly moves are the authority that Cyric obtained from the Three Gods of Death.

At this moment, with the blessing of the Kingdom of Cyrek, they rushed toward the fourth sword-wielder of Heaven in accordance with the law of cause and effect.

"Didi-di-"

A silver phantom appeared behind Xia Xiu like a twisting sky; it was the image of [Vasak]. The moment [Vasak] appeared, a frozen clock appeared in his pupils.

【The Crown Unfolds: A World of Frames】

The originally distorted and unrecognizable Sirek attack was now cut into still frames, like a malfunctioning slideshow frozen in time.

The void is still.

The illusion freezes in time.

The curse is frozen.

Xia Xiu's figure weaved through countless scenes, ignoring all illusions and counterattacks, as if he were an existence detached from the plot's timeline. The moment he took a step, all of Cyric's attacks vanished like bubbles.

All causal laws were directly deleted.

His figure walked to the end of the edited slideshow and came to stand in front of Cyric.

The next instant, Xia Xiu raised his right fist high.

"Hey, look here."

Editing is complete, and the scene has returned to normal.

Shirek stared blankly around, somewhat bewildered.

Why is there nothing?

The next instant, a fist the size of a sandbag hurtled straight toward the opponent's face.

boom--! ! !
The fist, carrying the power of destruction and purification, struck the face of the Mad God, who wore a skull mask, without any frills.

The obsidian tower behind the throne shattered instantly, with debris raining down and divine fire flashing like lightning. Cyric was blasted away, tumbling through the air, crashing through the triple illusion corridor, and being swept into the abyss of the raging chasm within the divine realm.

"Containment Operation Phase One..."

Xia Xiu landed gently, his gaze fixed on the chaotic and distorted fragments of divinity in the distance.

"here we go."

The obsidian ground beneath the ruins of the temple has sunk into a huge crater.

Cyric lay supine in the center of the cracked surface, his crown askew, his cloak torn, and a gap in his skull mask revealing a hollow, crazed face beneath. His eyes darted incessantly in their sockets, like a maniacal puppet, and he murmured incomprehensible words.

"I see the black sun biting me, no, I am the black sun, you are fake, you are fake..."

Shirek felt dizzy and lightheaded, as if his brain hadn't yet returned to its normal state.

“Truly worthy of being called the God of Madness,” Xia Xiu walked slowly over and stood at the edge of the pit, his eyes devoid of joy or sorrow.

Without wasting any words, he stepped directly into the pit and came to Cyric's side.

"Come on, it's time to put your remaining warmth to good use."

Xia Xiu raised his hand, spread his five fingers, and pressed them against Xirek's forehead.

Om-! !

Divinity flows, elements vibrate.

In an instant, a majestic and solemn divine phantom suddenly appeared behind him—[Metatron].

【Crown Unfolds, World Modulation——】

[Sequence access in progress...]

[Target: Fourth Threshold - Divine Structure / Faith-Based God - Cyric (Status: Chaotic, Weakened, Extremely Frenzied)]

[Following the Faith Domain: Lies/Deception/Murder/Chaos/Illusion/Destruction]

[Permissions checked...]

[Intrusion Protocol: Execution]

[Operation Mode Switching: Puppet Calculation / Interactive Simulation - Divine Authority Placement]

[Currently under takeover: Divine Kingdom Realm - Temporary Control]

[Loading: Internal Structure Diagram of the Divine Kingdom - Sand Table Format Conversion]

[Synchronous Identification: Permission Channels x3... Connection Successful]

[Transformation Path Established: Powerful Divinity!]

[Permission-Inducing Command Implantation - In Progress]

[Current Status: Cyric is in the [Split Consciousness] stage, with his soul core scattered, making him suitable for low-interference manipulation]

The god of madness convulsed, drool dripped from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes struggled violently, as if resisting some unseen thread.

In Xia Xiu's eyes, however, divine lines were being connected to his own lineage panel at a visible speed, as if being peeled away layer by layer.

"Indeed, world modulation can be used to control the divine kingdoms of the gods of faith stream... If we go a step further, world modulation can even directly devour these divine kingdoms."

He whispered, and with a flick of his finger, Cyric's body began to slowly sit up, like a puppet being manipulated. The faint blue light on his forehead was the modulation program that Xia Xiu had written through [Metatron].

He looked down at Cyric's face, shattered by divine power, and with a flick of his finger, a faint authority command flowed into the depths of his soul.

"Lord of Lies, you should listen to me now."

Shirek looked up blankly and glanced at him.

The next moment, this once arrogant and conceited god grinned and revealed a crazy smile.

"...Black Sun...Black Sun...You've finally come...What do you want?"

Xia Xiu ignored his manic tone and calmly said:
"Help me find this world, about those four..."

He paused, his gaze darkening slightly: "All information about those four girls."

[System - Crown Logic Integration in Progress...]

[Permission Hierarchy Synchronization: 33.9% of internal permissions within the Divine Kingdom have been taken over]

[Task loading: Retrieving residual records for the CR-13 project...]

The smile on Cyric's face twisted rapidly as if it had been burned; he clutched his head with both hands, letting out a sharp whimper.

“You are their father… Oh, you’ve come to find your lost offspring…”

“I saw them…I saw them…They hate their creator…”