Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 871 The First Imperial Guard
The operating room fell silent for a moment.

The Grey Knight's physiological parameters gradually stabilized, and the Flesh of God resided in his blood vessels like divinity, hiding the logic and salvation of the flesh.

Xia Xiu stood in front of the operating table, light and shadows projected in his eyes. He did not speak, but just raised his fingertips and brushed across a floating metal operating page.

What appeared on the page was exactly the full sequence model diagram of the twenty-four holy castings.

It was an anatomical atlas of the divine.

A temple that uses the human body to carry order.

His eyes swept over them one by one, and each holy casting mold had an image of its meaning and personality in his mind.

While using the flesh of God cut from [The Boundlessness He Covers] to forge the Twenty-Four Holy Casts, these flesh and blood were unknowingly stained with his will and power.

It can be said that the Twenty-Four Saints are Xia Xiu’s version of – Enemies of Flesh and Blood.

Their power comes from transformation, from Sarkic flesh, and from the new master of flesh and blood.

The following are the holy forged organs engraved into the bodies of the Imperial Guards.

——The Twenty-Four Saints——

[First Casting: Noah's Ark]

——Neutralizing organ, forestomach.

Neutralizes all known organic toxins, corrosive substances and highly toxic environmental particles; and has the ability to independently store and transform high-risk substances, ensuring that individuals can still maintain survival and combat status after ingesting extreme pollutants.

"The Ark is the original shelter of mankind, and the mouth and stomach are for humans to eat the substances they need to survive."

[Second Casting: Gland of Babel]

——A food container.

In the process of decomposing the organic tissues it eats, it automatically extracts and "reads back" its genetic codes, memory fragments or racial behavior patterns, forming tactical intelligence supplementation or ecological adaptation.

“If language collapses, memory must be used to understand.”

[Third Casting: Lazarus Fluid]

——Pebble Kidney for restoration and detoxification.

The high-level detoxification system + multi-layer tissue regeneration system can activate the "recovery lock" under high-damage conditions, achieve intermediate regeneration of internal organs and nervous tissues, and resist generalized failure or shock.

"Death is the norm, resurrection is the exception—and the Lord of the Courtyard makes his Legion the exception."

[The Fourth Cast: Breath of Jonah]

——Sassan membrane, compulsory hibernation chamber.

The neural inhibition device can force the body into a "deep state of suspended animation", where the body can survive in hibernation without oxygen, high pressure, high radiation or consciousness pollution.

"Even if I am swallowed, I must survive in the enemy's stomach."

[Fifth Cast: The Power of Bethlehem]

——The master device, the core of muscle growth.

Activates the rapid expansion circuit of the muscle structure, increases the load limit and explosive power of the muscle group in a short period of time, and allows high-load maneuvers, breakthroughs, and close combat suppression to be completed under extreme conditions.

"Wherever the stars sweep, our fists are needed."

[The Sixth Cast: Blood of Jordan]

——Hemostamens, transforming blood quality.

Blood component enhancer, optimizes the oxygenation capacity of red blood cells, increases blood energy carrying and transmission efficiency, and maintains the stability of oxygen and spiritual energy supply in a high-loss environment.

"Blood is destiny, says the Lord of the Court—and I wish to rewrite it."

[The Seventh Casting: Breath of Eden]

——Rapid coagulation and healing structure.

Coagulation factor activation glands can be automatically triggered when large open wounds appear, quickly completing blood vessel closure and tissue re-adhesion, thereby reducing battlefield mortality.

"Humanity's resilience is too poor, and war waits for no one."

[Eighth Cast: Tongue of Babel]

——Identification and material analysis of glands.

A highly neurosensitive device that can analyze the chemical structure of the substances it contacts/ingests, identify food/drugs/toxins/biochemical agents and feedback the adaptive value.

“Knowing how to eat is an instinct; understanding how to eat is evolution.”

……

[Eleventh Casting: Seed of Jacob]

——The core organ of genetic reproduction.

The genetic gene recording module is one of the mother sources of "gene seeds" and has the function of recording, copying, and inheriting racial characteristics and transformed holy casting information.

"Bloodline is the continuation of logic. I allow it to continue."

[The Twelfth Casting: Armor of David]

——Armor interface node.

The armor interface module is responsible for data docking, neural feedback and structural stability of the exoskeleton/combat power armor. The reaction speed is increased by 34% in the docked state.

"The flesh is too soft, so we should put on iron that can think."

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In the deep control area of ​​the Holy Casting Operating Theater, Xia Xiu stood alone in front of the main core of the technique, his hands stroking the control panel, his golden eyes as quiet as a mirror.

The floating circuit in front of me is still running.

——Every holy casting is being embedded into the body of the Son of the Courtyard.

And the flesh of God that originated from [the vastness of His coverage] penetrated into their bones, blood, organs, nerves, and consciousness anchors inch by inch through unknown cracks.

Sarkic cults have always held an ancient and fervent creed:

"All flesh can lead."

"Bloodline is not meant to be inherited, but to be shaped."

The Sarkic sect firmly believes that all races in the universe originated from an original flesh and blood ancestor, and that "origin" is none other than [the infinity He covers].

He is chaos, creation, and a never-ending reproduction and devouring machine.

Xia Xiu, as the structure manipulator closest to Ion in this world, is inadvertently mastering the privilege of "leading flesh and blood".

At this moment, he was no longer a pure sorcerer, nor an executor of holy power.

He is a craftsman of flesh and blood.

He is able to bring xenogenes to submission.

Capable of making the "divine origin" submit to his organ engineering.

And when these "Flesh of God" were uniformly shaped and embedded into the bodies of the first batch of formed individuals of the Courtyard Legion, they became a kind of "organ ecology inherited from Xia Xiu."

Every breath, every healing, every connection of consciousness carries the echo of his deeper will.

These people are soldiers.

But in terms of the flesh and blood level, they are actually... his "reproductive projections of flesh and blood".

They are inheriting his "settings".

Unconsciously imitate the rhythm of his thinking.

In war, even anger maintained a temperature similar to his own.

What he created was no longer just "Son of the Courtyard".

He was creating - his own flesh and blood enemy.

This is the path that Ion has walked before.

It was the "paradox" he had committed.

Ion failed in his attempt to lead the flesh and blood because;
"What he shapes will eventually be beyond his control."

"What he leads will eventually tear him apart with thorns."

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The dim ritual light slowly faded from the ceiling.

The silver-white operating room that had been closed for a long time was unlocked with a low hum, and the deep red guiding fluid slid down from the edge like blood-colored raindrops, gathering into a pool of undried mist under his feet.

Joachim Murat——

Grey Knight, awake.

The moment he opened his eyes, his consciousness had not yet fully returned, but his nervous system had already taken over his physical reaction.

The reorganized bones and muscles worked together without thinking, and he slowly sat up with his arms, feeling that his weight, balance, and reaction speed had undergone fundamental changes.

His chest was still burning with the residual heat from the technique.

But it wasn't pain, but a feeling of control that was so clear that it was almost terrifying.

He can feel the movement of every inch of tissue under the skin, the blood flow rate, the oxygen concentration, the degree of traction of muscle fibers, and even the angle error of each joint in the fingers when moving. He can "see" everything.

His eyes - reprogrammed optic nerves, providing a tactical digitized depth of field vision.

The echoes in his ears were instantly stripped of noise, and he could even hear the rhythm of the chip oscillations in the instrument next to him.

What made him feel even more strange was not how strong he had become, but that he "knew" how strong he had become.

This is not a growth in strength.

This is the awakening of "structural understanding".

It is the system written by Xia Xiu that resonates with flesh and blood.

It is the order that the Flesh of God has implanted in his soul imperceptibly.

He sat there quietly, looking down at his hands.

The hands were shaking slightly, but not because of fear or discomfort.

But... like a baby learning to stand for the first time and realizing that it can bear the entire weight of its body.

At this time, there were footsteps coming closer.

He looked up and saw the familiar blond and black figure.

Xia Xiu walked up to him, gently spinning the silver cane in his hand, his eyes calm as usual, as if he was just confirming a debugging process, rather than just reshaping a person's existence.

He smiled slightly and spoke softly:
"woke up."

"How does it feel, Joachim?"

The Grey Knight stood up subconsciously, but found that his movements were lighter and faster than expected, and his body completed the command almost before his mind was ready.

He was stunned for a moment, then stood still and looked down at Xia Xiu.

The heart did not speed up.

But in my mind, there emerged a sense of awe and intimacy that was almost instinctive.

It was like seeing some kind of advanced creature.

It was like...seeing the Creator who was looking at me when I first opened my eyes.

"Your Majesty."

His voice was slightly hoarse, but very clear.

That's not fear.

It is a deeper level of identification, a sense of belonging that stems from the original structure.

Xia Xiu seemed to have noticed something, and his lips curled up, his tone soft:

"It's not 'dominance'."

"You just... took the first step on my template."

"You need time to adapt."

"The delay in muscle feedback will be completely restored within 72 hours. There will be intermittent flashbacks in the neural circuits, but don't worry, that's the personality anchoring module automatically stabilizing itself."

He raised his hand and gently placed a palm on the other's shoulder, like a shepherd confirming whether the bones of his war dog are solid.

"Twenty-four Saint Castings is the first stage."

"From today on, you are truly a son of the courtyard."

"No, you are not just the sons of the courtyard, you are also the imperial guards who guard the courtyard!"

The Grey Knight nodded silently, and raised his right fist to his chest.

"I see."

When the Grey Knight stepped down from the operating table, the lights in the operating theatre did not go out.

Then, the second operating room slowly rose up, and the sound of metal was like the sound of church bells, announcing the transformation of the next Son of the Courtyard.

Then came the commissar, the inquisitor, the priest... and finally the navigator.

One by one, they began to transform.

No one hesitated.

They all knew the process, and had witnessed the Grey Knights' "rebirth".

They may not fully understand what technology Xia Xiu used to complete this "holy casting" that transcends the structural limit.
But they knew - it was an order.

And the order is destiny.

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None of the surgical transformations failed.

All risks were eliminated by Xia Xiu with the precision of a "flesh craftsman" before the operation.

He stood in front of the main controller of the technique, motionless.

not talking.

No redundant instructions.

It was as if he were writing a person's skeletal notes, rewriting these eight people - with his own hand.

Their pain was suppressed, their spirits were anchored, and their flesh and blood were reshaped into a formatted structure more suitable for war.

One after another.

After each operation is completed, the operating table is reset to zero and the cabin door opens.

When they woke up from the ritual, without exception, they were silent at first.

Then he subconsciously raised his hands and looked at his palms.

That kind of power doesn’t just come from physical strengthening—it’s a sense of compilation.

They “can read” their own bodies.

It was like the Holy Casting Network in the body, with logic, modules, and response mechanisms - just like an embedded combat system dedicated to the courtyard was written into it.

Every son of the courtyard, at that moment, heard a vague echo:

“You have completed your reinvention.”

"Your blood is his thought."

"You will be remembered by the world in the name of the courtyard."

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The last Son of the Courtyard who had completed the transformation slowly walked down the operating table, with traces of blood from the guiding fluid and melted divine flesh still remaining on his body.

Xia Xiu stood on the command platform, his eyes swept over the nine people, his expression unchanged.

He nodded, his voice steady:
"take a break."

"Your phase is complete."

"Next - I will start the first phase of comprehensive transformation based on the data you provided."

The nine sons of the courtyard saluted silently and in unison, then left the theater like a shadow, without anyone looking back.

They knew that they were no longer simple human beings, nor were they simple soldiers.

They would become - the first Custodians.

Xia Xiu stretched out his right hand and turned his palm over.

A low wave as deep as a heartbeat spread under his palm, and a blood-red system terminal emerged from the void.

That is not the standard interface of the Genealogy of the Kingdom.

That is the end of the Sarkic spectrum.

A red light curtain appeared, with simple words on it, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression:

[Unnamed Flesh and Blood Enemy·Gene Structure Template (Under Construction)]

【Overall construction completion rate: 36%】

Xia Xiu's eyes moved but he didn't say anything.

He raised his hand and swiped across the interface. A blood-red light swept across the physical data of the nine completed bodies. Those "humans" with the Holy Casting Chimera as the core and the God's Flesh tissue structure were marked as:

[Independent structural unit number: ND-1 to ND-9]

[Internal name of the pedigree: Seed of Noble Fear——]

The name given to them by the Flesh and Blood Lineage is not "Imperial Guards".

But it is - "the seed that the nobles fear."

This is a name left over from history. Ion, who launched the slave uprising, and his flesh-and-blood enemies were called "the seeds that the nobles fear."

Xia Xiu tapped his fingertips and closed the floating window.

But the last record is still in my eyes:
“The figure rose from 27% to 36%.”

"Nine people - 9% increase."

He whispered softly, as if confirming with himself:

"Next... after the three hundred Phase I members have completed their transformation..."

"We should be able to collect the first set of [Gene Seed] templates."

The perfect version of the original factor.

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