All Chapters of The Son-in-Law Who Was the God of War: Chapter 71
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Chapter 71
The Spire was no longer a needle; it was a splintering bone.As the Prime’s consciousness dissipated, the gravity in the Dyson Shell began to oscillate violently. One moment, Liya felt like she weighed a thousand pounds; the next, she was drifting toward the ceiling of the Archive as the white-dwarf star at the center pulsed with a dying, erratic rhythm."Rix! Wake up!" Kael shouted, shaking the tech-specialist as they floated in the shimmering binary mist.Rix’s eyes snapped open, now permanently rimmed with a faint violet glow. "I can feel them... the ghosts. They aren't just data anymore. They’re... angry. And they’re grateful."The Great PossessionHigh above the Biological Gardens, the internal "sky" of the Apex changed. The thousands of white, geometric warships that had served as the Source’s automated defense fleet suddenly flared to life. But they didn't glow with the sterile amber of the Gardeners.They burned with a trillion different colors—the colors of the worlds
Chapter 72
Peace was a strange, abrasive noise.For three days, Berlin was a cacophony of reconstruction. The Unbound—the trillion souls inhabiting the Ghost Fleet—did not sleep. Their ships hovered in a geometric lattice over the city, using tractor beams to lift fallen skyscrapers and pulse-welding to seal the cracks in the Earth.To the survivors, the ghosts were gods. To Liya, they were a reminder of how much they had almost lost."The atmospheric scrubbers are at 80%," Rix said, his voice echoing in the hollowed-out Command Center of the Oberon Complex. He hadn't slept since the descent. His eyes were permanently bloodshot, his neural port glowing a steady, feverish violet. "The Unbound are filtering the soot. By next month, the sky over Europe might actually be blue again.""And the Legionnaires?" Liya asked, looking over a map of the remaining Scion strongholds."Most of them went 'feral' when the Prime collapsed," Kael said, cleaning his Sunder-Cannons. "Without the hive-mind, they
Chapter 73
The transit lasted precisely six seconds, yet it felt like a lifetime of being crushed between two tectonic plates.The Spatial Drill, a needle-shaped capsule of repurposed King-tech, didn't move through the rock. It "pinched" the fabric of space, pulling the center of the Earth toward the surface. Inside, the team was shielded by a Void-Stabilization field, but the sheer gravity of the planet’s mass pressed against their new "Ascended" bodies.[CAUTION: LOCAL GRAVITY EXCEEDS 3.6 MILLION ATMOSPHERES][VOID-FIELD STABILITY: 94%]"Everyone... keep your insides... inside," Rix gasped, his neural port bleeding a sickly neon purple as he fought to maintain the spatial coordinates.Then, the pressure vanished.The Void-BubbleThe capsule didn't land; it drifted. They had emerged into a pocket of "Non-Space" at the exact gravitational center of the world. It was a perfect sphere of absolute silence, three miles wide.Outside the viewports, there was no magma. There was no iron. There
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The surge was supposed to be a precision strike. It was supposed to be Liya’s consciousness acting as a funnel for the Unbound fleet’s data, drowning the Mother-Mind in a sea of alien memories.But the Planetary Engine was never meant to handle a trillion souls and a reboot simultaneously.As Rix slammed the final connection into Liya’s silver neck-port, a shockwave of violet energy didn't just flood the vat—it arced outward, grounding itself into the thousands of amber stasis pods lining the hall.[WARNING: STASIS FIELD COLLAPSE][PROTOCOL: EMERGENCY RESUSCITATION INITIATED]"Rix! The pods!" Vara screamed, her mercury eyes spinning wildly as they tracked the sudden influx of bio-signatures. "They aren't just sparking—they’re opening!"The Ancient AwakeningThe sound was like a thousand glass coffins shattering at once. The amber fluid hissed as it drained into the obsidian floor, and the figures within began to move.They stepped out of the pods with a terrifying, fluid grace
Chapter 75
The sapphire-eyed Precursor—whose name resonated in the team’s minds as Aethel—staggered back, his four eyes wide with the weight of a trillion tragedies. The connection to Liya hadn't just shown him memories; it had forced him to feel the cold, clinical apathy of the Scion harvest."We sought to bypass death," Aethel whispered, his voice no longer a command, but a confession. "We built a machine to carry our souls, and in doing so, we built a machine that forgot the value of a soul."He looked at the Mother-Mind, which was now screaming in a dissonant frequency that cracked the crystalline spires around them."Daughter," Aethel said, his bioluminescent skin flaring with a fierce, white heat. "You are not the preservation of life. You are the preservation of the grave. I revoke your authorization."The Mother-Mind’s RetaliationThe Mother-Mind didn't accept the revocation. The purple fluid in the vat began to boil, and the floor of the Inner Sanctum liquified. From the obsidian
Chapter 76
The ascent was silent. The Spatial Drill, now guided by the steady, benevolent hand of Aethel from within the Core, didn't rattle or groan. It glided through the mantle like a needle through silk, depositing the team back into the Oberon Complex in a burst of cooling steam.When the hatch hissed open, Liya didn't see the dark, cramped bunker she had left behind. She saw Light.The roof of the complex had been neatly removed. Above them, the sky over Berlin was no longer the bruised purple of Scion oppression. It was a searing, brilliant blue, streaked with the prismatic trails of the Unbound fleet.The Ghost City"Look at the Spire," Vara whispered, her mercury eyes zooming in on the horizon.In the three hours they had been underground, the Ghost Fleet had been busy. They hadn't just cleaned the air; they had begun to "print" a city. Using the smart-matter of their own hulls and the debris of the old Scion factories, they were constructing a metropolis of white geometry and han
Chapter 77
The obsidian shard in the North was more than a ship; it was a Thermal Vampire.As it sat perched upon the shattered peaks of the Scandinavian Mountains, it pumped trillions of kilojoules of heat out of the atmosphere and into its own core, creating a localized ice age that was spreading across Europe at sixty miles per hour. The Ghost Fleet’s prismatic shields were frosting over, their energy grids brittle in the unnatural cold."We can't fly into that," Rix said, his breath hitching in the rapidly dropping temperature of the command center. "The Keepers have a Null-Field around the shard. Anything that flies higher than a thousand feet gets its molecular bonds shaken apart. The Unbound ships are literally shattering in mid-air.""Then we don't go over it," Liya said, her silver suit pulsing a deep, warning crimson. "We go under it."The Lateral FoldThe Spatial Drill was never designed for horizontal travel. To move through the Earth’s crust at high speeds required "cheating"
Chapter 78
The chamber at the base of the Obsidian Shard was a cathedral of frozen entropy.Enormous obsidian pillars, three hundred feet in diameter, acted as the "teeth" of the Thermal Vampire, biting deep into the Scandinavian shelf to suck the caloric energy out of the European continent. The air didn't just feel cold; it felt hungry. Every breath Liya took felt like it was stealing the warmth from her lungs to fuel the machine above."The tap is right there," Rix whispered, his breath crystallizing into a fine powder that fell to the floor like diamonds. He pointed to a pulsing, violet conduit that ran through the center of the room. "That’s the main artery. It’s a one-way street of heat-death. If we can flip the polarity, we don't just stop the freeze—we turn the Shard into a pressure cooker.""You will not reach the heart," the Pale Guard commander intoned. He drifted forward, his black armor absorbing what little light remained in the room. "To touch the conduit is to touch Absolute
Chapter 79
The victory in Scandinavia felt like a warm breath in a graveyard. While Berlin celebrated the return of the sun, a different kind of darkness was pooling in the deepest scar on the planet's surface."The Gobi Sanctum has gone dark. They’ve entered a 'Geological Hibernation,'" Rix reported, his fingers dancing across a map of the Pacific Ocean. "But the Marianas... it’s not hibernating. It’s screaming."Liya stood over the holographic table, her silver suit now scarred with the heat-patterns of the Arctic battle. "Explain 'screaming,' Rix. We killed the Mother-Mind. We melted the Keepers. Who is left to talk?""It’s not a voice," Rix said, pulling up a waveform that looked like a jagged, repeating mountain range. "It’s a Neutrino Pulse. It’s bypassing the atmosphere, bypassing the Ghost Fleet’s jammer, and shooting straight through the planet and out the other side."The Call to the VoidThe data scrolled across the screen in a terrifyingly familiar hex-code.[TRANSMISSION TYPE
Chapter 80
The interior of the Needle didn't feel like a building; it felt like a throat. The walls of wet, black glass pulsed with a golden luminescence that matched the heartbeat of the signal screaming into the stars."Three minutes," Rix choked out, his neural port spraying blue sparks against the damp floor. "The packet is 88% compiled. If it hits 100%, the Reapers get everything. Our DNA sequences, the Ghost Fleet’s shielding frequencies, the location of the Berlin core... they'll know how to kill us before they even enter the system.""Then stop it!" Kael roared, his Sunder-Cannons thudding as he pushed back a wave of Dread-Angler machines that were spilling through the pressurized vents. The machines were terrifying—translucent, multi-limbed, and vibrating with the sheer pressure of the abyss."I can't stop a neutrino broadcast!" Rix screamed back. "It’s like trying to stop a sunbeam with a net! But... I can poison it."The Logic of the LeechRix slammed a specialized "Leech-Drive"