Chapter 463

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Lei Ou's heart contracted fiercely.

Ten years ago?

His thoughts instantly snapped back to the past; that seemed to be the last time Karadong piloted a Knight Mecha in battle.

The result was — defeat. At the time, everyone believed Karadong wouldn't live much longer, but no one expected he would stubbornly hold on for another ten years.

"Could it be that Grandpa relied on the power of Chaos? Impossible……"

Lei Ou's breathing faltered for half a beat, but he quickly gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down.

Chaos abominations are most adept at honeyed words, disturbing the human heart.

The more it speaks like this, the less it can be trusted.

"Enough with your seductive heresy!" Lei Ou let out a low roar, his wrist flipped, the dagger tracing an arc as he slashed fiercely at the flesh tumors spreading inside the cockpit.

"Get out of Saint Galus's territory!"

The blade cut into flesh; the decomposition force field seared the Chaos organization, emitting a sizzling sound, black charred smoke scattering in all directions.

The monster let out a muffled monster's cry, but immediately, more flesh tumor tendrils surged from all directions of the cockpit, like countless poisonous snakes, coiling toward Lei Ou.

They wanted to drag him into the cockpit, into that mass of contaminated flesh, to assimilate together.

Lei Ou retreated hastily, dodging the tendrils attacking head-on, but the alloy floor beneath his feet also transmitted a slight vibration.

He looked down; from the floor's cracks, dark red flesh mycelium had already emerged, climbing up along his boot soles.

These things…… have actually already contaminated the entire warehouse?

Lei Ou's heart sank.

He had originally thought it was just one abomination inside the cockpit, but now it appeared this entire underground warehouse had already become this Chaos monster's nest.

It seems Grandpa's disappearance back then might have been because Luna forced him here.

"You can't escape, child." The monster's voice drifted over slowly, carrying a strange hypnotic feeling.

"The Saint Galus bloodline is innately a part of me."

"Karadong held out for ten years; didn't he still slowly integrate with me?"

"You're the same."

"Stay, and reunite with your grandpa."

Flesh tendrils grew more numerous, drilling out from every crack in the walls, ceiling, and floor, dense and packed, pressing toward Lei Ou.

The yellow-green lights flickered bright and dim, making those dark red flesh appear even more hideous.

Lei Ou gripped the dagger in his hand tight; his back, his palms were all cold sweat.

A hard fight is definitely impossible to win.

His gaze subconsciously swept across the cockpit, swept across the Holy Judgment Wrath's heavy armor.

As long as he could sit in the cockpit and truly activate this Fortress Lord Knight Mecha……

No matter how strange this monster, it couldn't withstand a direct hit from the plasma annihilation cannon.

The thought flashed; Lei Ou's steps moved toward the cockpit entrance without showing any change in expression.

But the monster seemed to have seen through his thoughts, letting out a heh-heh laugh.

"Want to activate Holy Judgment Wrath?"

"Child, you're too naive."

As the voice fell, the Holy Judgment Wrath's frame suddenly trembled slightly.

From the originally bright yellow orichalcum armor's gaps, strands of dark red flesh mycelium actually seeped out, slowly spreading along the armor's patterns, climbing like a spider web over most of the shoulder armor.

Lei Ou's complexion instantly turned pale.

Even…… even the mecha has been contaminated?

Wrong!

If this mecha was truly completely contaminated, why wouldn't the monster just pilot it and charge out?

Why would it stay here for over ten years?

What is it waiting for?

Waiting for the Saint Galus bloodline?

Waiting for someone who can truly activate the mecha core?

Countless thoughts flashed through Lei Ou's mind in an instant.

It's waiting for me, or perhaps…… it hasn't truly assimilated Grandpa yet?

It needs the Saint Galus direct bloodline to fully control this Fortress Lord Knight Mecha.

That's why it uses words to seduce, tendrils to besiege, yet never strikes a killing blow.

It wants to assimilate himself, wants to use his hand to unlock the Holy Judgment Wrath's final lock.

Realizing this, Lei Ou instead calmed down.

It has something it seeks, meaning it has misgivings.

It isn't invincible.

Lei Ou slowly raised his head, meeting the monster's hollow gaze, the corner of his mouth instead hooking into a cold smile.

"Want to assimilate me?"

"Just with your neither-human-nor-ghost appearance?"

The monster's laughter fiercely paused. It seemingly hadn't expected that this young man, in this kind of desperate situation, would still dare to verbally provoke.

"Death-seeking." Its voice turned cold. The surrounding flesh tendrils instantly accelerated, like poisonous snakes emerging from a hole, lunging straight at Lei Ou's face.

"Since you won't obediently listen, then I'll first disable your limbs, then slowly assimilate you."

The tendrils tore through the air, carrying a foul-smelling gale.

Lei Ou's eyes sharpened, just wanting to dodge to the side, but his chest suddenly faintly heated up.

A strand of cold, heavy power surged out from inside his body.

It was the power he felt when he died and came back to life, in that strange space.

That black sun's aura.

Cold chill spread along blood vessels to limbs and bones. Lei Ou only felt his body instantly become several times lighter.

He could even clearly "capture" every tendril's movement trajectory, could see clearly their writhing patterns.

"This is……"

The monster inside the cockpit also fiercely paused its offensive.

It dead-stared at Lei Ou. Its hollow eye sockets for the first time showed obvious emotional fluctuation.

It was shock, and a trace of undisguised fear.

"This power……"

"On your body, how could there be its aura?!"

That black sun rising in the soul depths, its sprinkled cold radiance had once cleansed all Warp whispers and temptations.

And when consciousness boomingly slammed back into the physical shell in that instant, all silence and coldness surged turbulently in Saint Galus's bloodline.

Finally transforming into warm and blazing golden flame, erupting out from Lei Ou's limbs and bones.

"Hum!"

Pale golden holy flame spread out like a tide with Lei Ou as center. Scorching radiance illuminated the dim cockpit.

Those dark red tumor tendrils climbing on the cabin walls, spreading toward him, violently contracted like cat's paws touching hot water.

Simultaneously emitting sizzling burning sounds, giving off foul-smelling black smoke.

The Orichalcum Armor covered by Chaos flesh emitted a piercing shriek. The contaminated tissue rapidly charred and peeled under the holy flame, revealing underneath the bright yellow Saint Cai Zhi Nu Hao main body.

Lei Ou slowly stood up. The tactical dagger in his hand actually also covered itself with a thin layer of golden flame edge.

He stared at that writhing flesh mass in the cockpit center. His eyes no longer held the initial shock and panic, only remaining bone-piercing anger and disgust.

"Traitor!"

His voice hoarse yet firm. Every word like a fire-quenched iron block:

"Filth that fell into Chaos, also worthy of wearing Saint Galus's face? Also worthy of touching the family's mecha?"

Words not yet fallen, Lei Ou's feet exerted force. His figure like an arrow rushed out.

The power short sword tore through air, carrying golden holy flame, fiercely pierced into that writhing flesh core.

"Ahhhhh!!"

The old man's face on the flesh emitted a miserable shriek. The entire flesh mass crazily twitched, turbulently churning.

Dark red tendrils like enraged poisonous snakes crazily whipped toward Lei Ou, yet within half a meter of approaching his body, were scorched by the golden holy flame on his body surface into curling back.

Holy flame followed the blade crazily penetrating toward flesh depths. Wherever it passed, Chaos organization melted like wax.

That giant flesh mass violently bulged, contracted, as if enduring unimaginable pain.

"Traitor?"

"We flow with Saint Galus's blood. From childhood we were taught 'loyal unto death'."

"But have you thought about it? What did the Pseudo-Emperor give us?"

"A palace destined to collapse, a responsibility forever impossible to complete, and a one-way road to death."

"They sing praises of sacrifice, because the more people sacrifice, the more stable the foundation stones under their throne become."

"This is the Pseudo-Emperor's 'eternal': eternal exploitation, eternal forgetting."

"Look at your grandfather. Look at those who turned into skeletons on the Forbidden Wall."

"What did the Empire give them? A tombstone, a eulogy, then threw them into history's rubbish heap."

"And I found the true way out. The Merciful Father is not destruction, but eternal opportunity, is compromise transcending death.

"Only by joining Him can I see the hope of the family truly rising!"