Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 982 Wartime Anti-Mimubu
While communicating with Amund through consciousness, Xia Xiu maintained a thoughtful expression, preventing the Queen from noticing anything unusual.

His face remained unmoved and calm. When the communication with Amund ended, his golden eyes flickered slightly as he gazed at the queen ant before him, who stood as solemn as a throne statue.

“According to you,” Xia Xiu said slowly, his tone unhurried, “then… the ant tribe I encountered earlier, the one that fought against Kirks—they are no longer your kind.”

Queen Clarity nodded slightly. Her compound eyes did not blink, yet they were like a focused, eerie light from the abyss, allowing one to instinctively sense the fluctuations in her emotions.

“Yes.” She responded telepathically, her voice low and heavy with a somber sense of oppression. “They have been completely assimilated by the Fifth Church. Their bodies remain our kin, but their inner selves have long since detached themselves from this race, becoming spokespeople for the Fifth Dimension. What they believe in is no longer order, reason, or the survival of their race, but a higher-dimensional madness that worships ‘concepts.’”

Xia Xiu nodded quietly, then asked:

"And what about those war machines? The six-legged platforms I saw were far beyond their tactical level... well, you know."

What he didn't mean was that the level of civilization in peaceful countries should normally be considered "barbaric," but the level of civilization in peaceful countries now exceeds their normal level.

The most important point here is that the outer planes of the myriad worlds are suppressed by plane rules. Apart from the Mechanical Realm, most outer planes have a very high suppressive power against high-tech war machines.

The Queen's expression remained unchanged, but a very low vibration emanated from her mouthless chest cavity.

You're right.

"The Peaceful Realm is a plane that rejects technology. Its basic structure belongs to the main axis of order, and it does not allow the in-depth development of large-scale technological schools, except for outliers like the Mechanical Realm that possess legitimate status."

Therefore, these war machines should indeed not exist.

Her compound eyes narrowed again, as if some kind of inner memory was convulsing.

"They... are gifts brought about by pollution."

Her thoughts were as heavy as the blow of a cold iron hammer:

"When the Fifth Church spreads its sacred dreams, it also brings with it technological remnants that are beyond local understanding. These technologies are not complete structures, but rather compressed propagation factors—wrapped within a thought entity and transmitted in a symbolic way. Once believers accept these dreams, they simultaneously acquire the idea of ​​creating them."

"What's even more terrifying is that even we can't determine which of these technologies are truly pure, usable physical structures, and which are the hidden thorns used by the Fifth Church for mind contamination."

She paused for a moment, her tail curling slightly, creating a slight tremor—a reaction to her fluctuating emotions.

"But we have no choice. After years of fighting them, we can no longer rely on traditional forces to withstand the suppression of their technological weaponry. Therefore... we can only learn, and we must learn."

"Study their structure, operational logic, and physical models, and then filter out the relatively safe weapon components in the most extreme way."

Xia Xiu raised an eyebrow: "How extreme is it?"

The Queen's tone turned cruel in that instant:
"We use methods of dissecting corpses and irradiating them with psychic energy to incinerate captured machinery along with the enemy. We then observe the residual psychic energy left behind during the burning process to determine if the technological information carries any psychic contamination. Only those remnants that pass the test are allowed to be integrated into our race's combat readiness system."

"After killing an enemy, we'll repeatedly fire follow-up shots to confirm their consciousness is extinguished, then incinerate the remains with scorching flames. We'll even perform multiple rounds of interference-based scans on the ashes to ensure no conscious entity remains within the carbon particle-mimicking structure."

She paused, then added something that sounded like self-deprecation:

"Our current war... is less a battle and more a pollution screening process; every battle is a cleansing of the pollution."

Xia Xiu tilted his head slightly, his golden eyes lowered, his fingers unconsciously tracing the metallic texture of the silver cane, his expression deep.

“In other words,” he said in a deep, misty voice with an air of certainty, “the situation in the entire Kingdom of Peace is now out of control.”

He paused, then softly uttered a few place names:

Crangelton Hill, the Garden of Four Symbols, St. Cuthbert's Synagogue... these core forces have also been invaded and corrupted by the Fifth Church, haven't they?

Queen Clarity was silent for a moment, and the light in her compound eyes flickered slightly. Clearly, she was also unwilling to say this so frankly.

But in the end, she still whispered a tremor in her heart:
"Yes."

"The entire peaceful realm is resisting the infiltration and invasion of the Fifth Church. It doesn't advance with legions, but rather pollutes every vestige of consciousness with its ideas. And all the foundations of our civilization, which we once thought were unshakeable, are now showing cracks."

She slowly raised her head, and a kind of sorrow, as if belonging to the maternal nervous system, appeared slightly in her compound eyes. It was not human tears, but closer to the trauma of the species consciousness.

"Mount Clangerdin... is the first to be hit."

The cone-shaped sacred peak created by the Silverbeard hero has now been the site of numerous disappearances and mass nightmares in the lower levels of the forge.

As you know, the dwarves' mental system is very stable, but the fifth gate, the star-shaped brain, and the burning five-fingered badge that appeared in their dreams have tormented them greatly... We have deduced that at least three of their armories have been partially contaminated conceptually.

"We sent our own troops to clear it out, but we've never heard back."

Her antennae curled slightly, and her tone changed subtly:
"The situation in the Court of the Four Symbols is even more complex. It's rumored that some of the four beings who govern the laws of weather have experienced dream infection. Although this hasn't been confirmed, the recent abnormal weather patterns in their respective jurisdictions are no longer just a climate issue."

"The sky above the Wind King remained perpetually overcast, and the castle behind the clouds began to spontaneously form star-sea cracks at night... These phenomena perfectly matched the Fifth Church's infiltration pattern."

"If even they are corrupted, then the entire Four Symbols Court is essentially finished."

Xia Xiu then asked, "What about St. Cuthbert's Hall?"

"Their condition is the mildest."

"Saint Cuthbert is a mid-level deity with a kingdom of faith. He himself is a stable anchor in the structure of reality, and his very existence suppresses the corruption of the Mother."

"Divine revelation has appeared within the synagogue. It is said that St. Cuthbert has never sat on the throne of truth for so long, and the synagogue's inquisition is operating at high frequency, carrying out purges almost day and night—from the starport to the mission sites, all those marked as suspected contacts of the Fifth Church are arrested, purified, or permanently imprisoned in the interrogation dungeon."

"The southern part of the peaceful kingdom has become the Iron Domain of the Paladins' Boots, while the central and northern regions... are teeming with more and more infected."

After a moment of silence, Queen Clarity uttered her final words, low and slow:
The entire peaceful nation is now like a cracked egg. The outer shell appears stable, but poison is already churning within.

"Order is still functioning... but it's increasingly resembling the pulsation of a corpse maintained by inertia." Xia Xiu remained silent for a long time, his golden eyes slightly narrowing beneath the throne. He slowly raised his head, staring at Queen Clarity's compound eyes, his tone calm yet leaving no room for negotiation.

“I think we can now talk about my cooperation with the nobles.”

On the throne, the massive body trembled slightly, clearly having anticipated those words.

Clarity's inner thoughts drifted in like delicate threads:
What kind of collaboration are you looking for?

Her tone remained orderly and rational, but Xia Xiu keenly sensed a hint of caution and probing beneath it.

“You should establish a secret research institute specifically targeting the Fifth Church’s anomalous structure, contamination models, and response mechanisms.”

"Moreover... I suspect you're not the only power doing this. Throughout the entire Peace Kingdom, all the powers whose defenses were breached during this Mimu Plague... are probably trying to establish a counter-system, even if it's just scattered probing."

Clarity fell silent.

Her mineral-like shell tightened slightly by half an inch, complex thought chains intertwined and vibrated between multiple nodes at the back of her mind, and the light spot in her compound eyes dimmed slightly.

Silence means acquiescence.

A sharp glint of long-awaited expectation appeared in Xia Xiu's eyes.

He immediately followed up, his tone clear and sharp:
“I need to take over them.”

Clarity looked up, a flicker of surprise finally appearing in her compound eyes—but Xia Xiu didn't give her a chance to refute, and then spoke, word by word:
“Your research is based on fear and resistance; my work is to establish systematic containment measures, and we in the Kingdom of Heaven are more experienced than you in dealing with enemies like the Fifth Church.”

"We have faced and defeated many enemies, including those undefinable anomalies and conceptual calamities that cannot be bound by ethics."

“I came here to completely strip it away and build containment.”

His eyes were as sharp and unparalleled as the morning star and the flames.

The Queen remained silent for a long time, then the mental waves, like the low tolling of a giant bell, finally resounded once more, her voice like the icy sound embedded in crystal:
"You...will you personally get involved?"

There was doubt and uncertainty in the voice.

Xia Xiu simply smiled slightly, his eyes, as bright as golden morning stars, showing no hesitation whatsoever.

His golden hair rippled slightly, like the radiant light moving without wind, like the sun blazing down from the heavens upon the earth in the stillness. At that moment, his figure seemed to transcend the mortal realm, standing on the edge of a higher dimension, overlooking the entire polluted plane.

"of course."

"I want to establish a wartime unit specifically for use within the peaceful realm to combat and study the Fifth Church's Mother Infection."

"Its name is—Wartime Anti-Membrane Corps."

"It is neither a traditional armed force nor a conventional research institution; it is the central nervous system of a war. It is a unit without a number or public record of existence, serving only one mission: to disrupt the Fifth Church's propagation chain, contain all its derivative concepts, and purge the contaminated population."

Xia Xiu's gaze was sharp as a blade, each word carrying a clarity and decisiveness honed to a higher dimension:

"I will personally lead its initial construction and completion."

"Your Fomi Ants will be among the first auxiliary and combat units—your survival experience, stress response mechanisms, and biological resistance chains in the fight against the Fifth Church are the most valuable first-hand materials. Your perception, processing, and reaction rhythms to the Fifth Pollution can serve as the initial framework of our data chain."

He paused for a moment, his voice not loud, but powerful enough to tear through any fear:

"You must understand that this is not a case of one person taking advantage of the other."

“The peaceful realm has now been so deeply polluted that the bottom is unknown. You are facing a war of consciousness infiltration that cannot be divided into battle lines and spans the entire sensory domain. My presence here is itself the greatest gift your entire plane can receive.”

"I will establish a forward command post in the name of wartime anti-Mimu tribe, recruit highly sensitive elites from all ethnic groups with sufficient consciousness, stable belief defenses, and uncontaminated resumes, and form a mind-blocking group, an observation and reverse analysis group, a Mimu hunting group, a concept isolation team, and establish a core linkage chain—the Mimu model suppression array."

His gaze was fixed on Clarity, giving her no room to escape:
"I want you to open up your in-depth research data, historical infection records, memory sealing mechanisms, the Mother Blockade Chain, fragments of the purification process, and gene database comparing before and after contamination, all of which must be shared without reservation."

"I will help you defeat the Fifth Church."

Queen Clarity remained silent.

Even though she doesn't have anthropomorphic features like "facial expressions," her compound eyes, deeply embedded in her exoskeleton and composed of millions of tiny sensory beads, are now like a computing hub with trillions of algorithms running simultaneously, coldly and intensely observing Xia Xiu's every move.

She did not respond, but instead lowered her upper body, placing her heavy abdominal segment firmly on the crystal throne, emitting a barely perceptible vibration—a low-frequency tuning used by the Fumi Ants for deep thought, which only the high-ranking attendants closest to her mental spectrum could hear.

Within its central nervous system, thousands of thought threads are rapidly performing parallel calculations, as if the rational network of an entire species is being rapidly activated:
This person is no ordinary person.

This person is not a god.

This person was a participant in the high-dimensional war, a golden tyrant.

For no other reason than that the traditions of peaceful nations cannot accept some super-dimensional being dominating war without a bond of faith—that would tear apart the consciousness order built up over thousands of years.

But she knew that now was not the time to discuss ideological orthodoxy.

She slowly raised her head, her compound eyes reflecting a light that was both calm and thoughtful.

Finally, she lowered her head and gently emitted a mental wave composed of consciousness, low and steady, like the tolling of a priest's bell before a long oath.

"We...accept."

"The purification of this peaceful nation, from this moment on, perhaps truly... has a glimmer of hope."

This was a decision she made with the last vestiges of reason, faith, and responsibility she had left.