Chapter 1011
The Blood of the Wolf King
Chapter 1011 The Blood of the Wolf King
At this moment, Alan, enraged and twisting under the pressure of the gravitational field, bulged his muscles like torn steel cables, his veins popped out, and blood gushed from his bones and pores.
His eyes were almost completely stained with blood, and low, wild roars kept escaping his mouth, like a wild beast that had completely fallen into madness, struggling endlessly before the last vestiges of his reason died. The heavy breathing, the grinding of teeth, and the sound of flesh tearing blended together in the small space, making the air feel heavy.
Xia Xiu simply stood still, his silver cane landing steadily. The laws of gravity flowed from his body, like invisible chains that firmly locked down all of Ai Lan's movements.
No matter how much the other party's blood-rage body swelled, in his eyes it was nothing more than a caged beast writhing in vain.
His gaze then shifted to the other side.
Lupercal quietly withdrew his gaze.
The invisible "spider-like monster" lingered on Seris's shoulder for a moment before reluctantly shrinking back into the boy's figure, turning into a faint shadow that crawled back into his eyes.
The boy's eyes calmed down, his breathing returned to normal, and he slowly walked to Xia Xiu's side.
He glanced down at Alan, who lay on the ground, consumed by rage, his eyes showing little emotion. He simply followed his father's gaze and looked up again, his eyes asking for his opinion.
"Father... what do you need me to do?"
Xia Xiu raised his silver cane, his fingertips slightly tapping, and the gravitational field tightened abruptly.
Alan's body was as if bound by invisible threads, forcibly lifted from the ground. His neck was stiff, his chest bulged, and his arms and legs twitched like broken puppets, yet he was firmly suspended in the air.
The furious roar was suppressed in his throat, turning into a hoarse gulp.
"Here, I need to introduce and explain to you the Children of the Courtyard Legion that I designed myself—these are essential lessons you need to learn, because in the future you will be building your own legion."
“Each standardized son of the courtyard needs a specific genetic seed to be forged into a holy one—except for the individual members of the Imperial Guard that I created myself. These individuals are forged in my own way, possessing uniqueness and not the possibility of being organized into a single unit.”
"The standardized formula for the genetic traits of the child of the courtyard is 19 organs (second heart, skeletal gland, double muscle gland, black armor, etc.) + two germinal glands (gene seeds)."
"And the germinal gland is where the genetic seeds are stored."
Xia Xiu's gaze was calm as he raised his cane and pointed it at Ailan's neck:
"Here is the first germinal gland. It is one of the original organs of the Children of the Courtyard, according to the Panda Network... well, you can think of this network as the technical team of the Courtyard, you will come into contact with them later."
Here we continue discussing the genetic seed. According to PandaNet's speculation, the cervical germinal gland takes about five years to mature. Before that, it lives symbiotically with nerves and glands, like a parasite or the mother's umbilical cord. Only when it is fully mature can it be extracted to create new genetic seeds.
The tip of the staff slid gently down, stopping at Alan's chest cavity, as if slicing through flesh from afar:
"And here is the second germinal gland."
It is deeper and harder to reach than the neck.
It takes ten years of accumulation and growth to stably produce a collectable genetic seed.
Therefore, for the courtyard, each child of the courtyard can contribute a maximum of two complete seeds—one from the neck and one from the chest.
"Without these two glands, organs cannot survive. They are not independent modules, but a symbiotic network woven together with bones, nerves, and endocrine system. The second heart, skeletal glands, double muscle glands, black armor... these so-called sacred organs all depend on the regulation and coordination of the genetic seed. Without them, this body will collapse in an instant."
Xia Xiu's voice echoed slowly in the dimly lit basement, like an irresistible judgment.
“My first batch of gene seeds originated from a special individual called ‘The First Apostle’.” He gently raised his cane, the tip of which swept through the air, and countless shimmering gene sequences appeared in the illusory light, intertwining in mid-air like a river.
“From its body and glands, I extracted three thousand relatively stable original gene seeds, as well as one thousand unstable seeds. These were the original foundation of my legion.”
Xia Xiu's tone turned slightly somber, as if covered with a layer of cold iron:
"But after that, the source of the First Apostle dried up completely, and it could no longer nurture new primordial seeds—it was as if someone had specifically locked the upper limit, and once that limit was reached, it could no longer be easily broken through."
What's more troublesome is that these first-generation seeds cannot be replicated or regenerated.
They can only be consumed, not reversed; the only way to continue is through the two glands that have already been successfully transplanted into the Garden Child.
He turned around, his gaze falling on the boy not far away.
Golden pupils met those clear yet complex eyes.
Xia Xiu slowly opened his mouth:
“Luppercar, you yourself are also part of the Primarch. However, the difference between you and the First Apostle is that you are a successful Primarch.”
Primarch.
success.
continue.
These three words burned like flames in Lupercal's mind, yet froze his thoughts like a glacier. An indescribable mix of emotions surged within him: bewilderment, heaviness, pride, and even a hint of fear that nearly suffocated him.
But he was still a child after all, and he couldn't find the right words to express himself, so he could only instinctively imitate his father—imitating that ever-calm and composed expression.
He raised his head and spoke as if he had made up his mind:
"Then, I can also extract the original seeds... How many original seeds can I provide?"
Xia Xiu looked at his child. As the first son of the family, who had been integrated into his genes, he could sense the complex emotional changes in the other child in an instant.
He knew it would be cold to say these words, but this was the truth that every returning Primarch had to confront—they had the right to know the truth.
Children need to know one thing: their parents love them, but they don't always love them that much.
Xia Xiu's thoughts only wandered briefly before returning to normal, and he began to answer Lupercal's question.
"No one knows exactly how many Primarch Seeds a Primarch can provide. Every Primarch is unique, and how many you can provide is not in my hands, nor in anyone else's, but lies within your own qualities."
This answer made Lupercal's heart sink even further, but at the same time it ignited a new curiosity.
He hesitated for a moment, then pressed on, his voice carrying the naiveté and frankness characteristic of youth:
"Then... can the Garden Child accommodate two gene seeds?"
Or, could we replace different seeds like replacing parts?
Or, if some seeds get out of control... could we just knock them out, like—"
His gaze fell on Alan, who was still struggling under the pressure of gravity not far away, and his words revealed a straightforward simplicity:
"Just like this one now."
These are innocent questions that only children would ask, a kind of straightforwardness untainted by complex calculations and heavy responsibilities.
But precisely because of this, these words are like a sharp knife, piercing straight at the truth.
Xia Xiu looked at the boy, his gaze slightly lowered, yet carrying a hint of approval.
"That's a very good question."
He paused, his silver cane tapping lightly in the air, as if interrupting the restlessness in the air. His tone then turned calm and sharp:
"Unfortunately, the same body cannot accommodate two sets of gene seeds at the same time, nor can the existing system be knocked down and replaced with a new one."
His voice carried a sense of pressure, as if he were sealing this ironclad rule. "The seeds of different protozoa carry their own genetic imprints, or rather, epigenetic marks."
They are symbiotic with bones, nerves, and flesh. If you implant another type of seed into an existing system, it will only cause mutations—at best, deformities; at worst, complete collapse.
"Therefore, each Child of the Courtyard has only the original body's exclusive genes. A Child of the Courtyard cannot be compatible with a second set, nor can they arbitrarily knock out their own gene seed, which would be tantamount to suicide."
Xia Xiu has already conducted specific research on the institutionalization of the sons of the courtyard.
For the children of the courtyard, the gene seed is equivalent to the core chip (possessing a complete adaptation system and control system).
The organs created by the Holy Forging are actually more like prosthetics. Different gene seeds provide different control systems, and this system is inherited along with its defects and advantages.
The flaw in the control system inherited by the First Legion of the Courtyard, also known as the Blood Oath Legion, is Blood Rage.
Monford, who had been quietly listening to Xia Xiu instructing the children, unconsciously glanced at Alan, who was struggling on the ground under the weight of gravity. Alan's pupils were blood red, his fangs were biting his lips, and a low growl was coming from his throat, like a beast that had completely lost control.
"My lord...Is Alan beyond saving?"
Xia Xiu whirled around, his golden pupils as cold as knives, his voice booming like thunder:
"Monford! You remember this—the forging of the Son of the Courtyard is a trial of life and death from the very beginning!"
I've said it before: if you want to pursue power, you must be prepared to pay the price!
Montfort was startled, then knelt on one knee:
"I understand... I'm sorry, I was too timid."
Xia Xiu then slowly raised his hand, pointing at Ai Lan, his tone regaining its composure, yet carrying a suppressed sharpness:
“You were lucky this time. His gene seed hadn't fully implanted in his body, so it can still be removed. Besides, I've been suppressing gene assimilation in his body since the beginning. If it had been any later…”
His voice paused for a moment, like a blade slowly falling:
"He can only become a mutated monster."
Monford remained silent for a long time, his shoulders trembling slightly, before finally bowing his head deeply, his voice low and hoarse:
"...I was too eager for quick success, sir. I understand."
Xia Xiu didn't continue his reprimand. He simply withdrew his cold gaze, lightly tapped his silver cane on the ground, producing a crisp echo. He turned around and looked at the First Son of Gui beside him.
His golden pupils shimmered in the dim light as he slowly spoke:
“As I said before, the Primarch’s first batch of primordial seeds are all stable. Now—I’m going to remove the immature genetic seeds from his body. Next, you will complete the final step.”
Lupercal paused, his eyelashes trembling slightly: "By me?"
Xia Xiu nodded, his tone steady yet carrying an undeniable authority:
"Yes. You implant your own genetic seed into his body, which is like rebooting... well... or rather, wiping out his out-of-control system that hasn't fully loaded yet, and replacing it with a stable and reliable operating system that belongs to you."
On the ground, Alan continued to struggle with his primal, bloodthirsty instincts, veins bulging, muscles trembling uncontrollably under the weight of gravity, as if they might burst at any moment. The air was thick with the scent of blood and iron, making everything seem even more tense.
Lupercal looked up, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "What should I do?"
Xia Xiu slowly raised his cane, as if giving a pointer or an order, his voice low and brief:
“It’s very simple. Drip your blood onto his two glands—his neck and his chest.”
He paused, his gaze fixed on Lupercal, his tone low, yet carrying a fatherly air of testing:
"After this step, his life and system will be bound to you."
Remember, this is not simply a gift, but a responsibility—you will be their leader from now on.
Having said that, Xia Xiu said no more. He slowly raised his silver cane, and the lever mechanism at the top opened. A deep arc of light, like a wedge prying open the rules, accurately probed towards Ailan's neck and chest.
[The Lever of Heaven - Prying Away]
"Click——"
An indescribable friction sound rang out in the air, as if the gears of the world itself were being forcibly pried open.
Alan's chest heaved violently, and the low growl he let out in his blood rage instantly turned into a tearing howl.
As the leverage deepened, the two primordial glands within his body seemed to be outlined by an invisible hand, appearing in the air through the barriers of flesh and bone.
Those were the genetic seeds of the Bloodsworn Legion—unstable, violent, and bearing the mark of the primal.
They resembled two congealed beads of blood, forcibly ripped from the host's glands, floating in mid-air.
The blood-red seeds twisted and turned in the void, their surfaces bulging with hideous veins, as if they were about to explode at any moment, spilling out a monstrous tide of blood.
The room was filled with a mixture of metallic and burning odors, like a combination of a furnace and a tomb.
The light and shadow flickered on the walls, casting a somber red hue over every pair of eyes.
The Bloodsworn Legion's genetic seeds naturally carry the blood god's berserk aura of slaughtering everything.
Xia Xiu raised his cane and gently flicked it with his fingertips. The two blood oath gene seeds that had been tumbling and agitating in the air instantly fell silent, like fierce dogs being scolded by their master. The light emanating from their veins gradually faded, and they finally shrank into two dark red beads. Guided by his will, the blood beads slowly fell and were drawn into the containment device next to the operating table.
"Om-"
The cold metal container closed, runes and inscriptions lit up, and several halos of light locked its interior. The gene seed of the blood oath was quietly sealed within layers of containment structure, no longer struggling.
Xia Xiu withdrew his hand and his gaze fell on the boy beside him.
"It's your turn."
Lupercal understood his father's meaning. He took a deep breath and stepped forward. His footsteps were particularly clear in the silent air of the operating room. The boy glanced at the operating table, then reached for a scalpel. The cold metal trembled at his fingertips, seemingly heavier than his own heartbeat.
He didn't hesitate.
The blade sliced through his index finger, and bright red blood immediately oozed out.
"drop--"
The first drop of blood landed on the gland in Ailan's neck, and the flesh and blood were reawakened, glowing with a faint light.
"drop--"
The second drop of blood fell on the gland above the chest cavity, and the blood quickly seeped in, as if it had found its home in the soil.
The air suddenly tightened.
Lupercal's blood resonated strangely with the empty gland, like invisible chains slowly reshaping Alan's interior.
A deep, resonant sound emanated around the operating table, like an ancient behemoth turning its body in its slumber.