Sacred Guardian Left Wing: “The male angels’ technology has stagnated for far too long—their strength hasn’t improved at all compared to thirty thousand years ago.”
There was another point too: her own power had already grown immensely. She now possessed both a Divine Body and a Space-Time Body simultaneously. Even if she fell short in other areas, there was no way those technologically backward “Heavenly Scum” could stand against her.
“Yan, come over here.”
Suddenly, Kesha’s voice came through Angel Yan’s communicator.
“Yes, my Queen.”
Angel Yan replied, then spread her wings and flew toward the palace.
The Melo Heavenly Court was nestled among the Angel Nebula, with countless stars spinning through the cosmos. The buildings here were towering, magnificent, sacred, and pure. Along the way, she could see many angels, fully armed with weapons in hand, flying off into the distance.
When they spotted Angel Yan, they would pause and greet her with a respectful “Sister Yan.”
They didn’t yet know that Angel Yan was the current crown prince—the next Angel King. The title “Sister Yan” came purely from her role as the Sacred Guardian Left Wing, and the prestige and achievements she’d accumulated over countless years of warfare.
Of course, only the younger angels addressed her that way. The older angel warriors wouldn’t use such a casual term.
The only one they truly revered was Queen Kesha alone.
Inside the palace, Sacred Kesha sat high upon her throne, one leg crossed over the other, her eyes gleaming with evident amusement. At this moment, four angels were already present in the hall.
One of them let out a cold snort the moment she spotted Angel Yan and turned her head away, refusing to look at her.
It was Angel Leng.
She and Angel Yan had always been rivals, and that rivalry had persisted for over a thousand years. Yet Yan had risen to become the Sacred Left Wing, while she remained merely a high-ranking guard.
Angel Yan caught sight of Angel Leng’s demeanor and couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.
Though Angel Leng acted as if she despised her, in the future, after Angel Yan became king, Leng would carry out every command she gave with utmost seriousness.
“Yan, how are your preparations?”
Sacred Kesha tapped her fingers rhythmically against the armrest of her throne, her gaze fixed on Angel Yan.
“Everything is ready, Queen Kesha.”
Angel Yan knelt on one knee and spoke with reverence.
“Very well, then go.”
“This is your first war—against the creator of the Heavenly Palace Order, the Heaven Scum left over from the old era.”
“Carry out your justice.”
“Their era will come to a complete end at your hands.”
Sacred Kesha stated calmly.
“Yes.”
Angel Yan’s expression was solemn, her tone resolute.
Though Angel Leng, Angel Zhixin, and the others showed no outward emotion, they were inwardly confused.
Why did Queen Kesha call this Angel Yan’s first war?
Angel Yan had certainly led plenty of campaigns before.
And what did she mean by “carry out your justice”? Weren’t they supposed to be upholding Queen Kesha’s Order of Justice?
Angel Leng furrowed her brow slightly as she looked at Angel Yan.
She had a nagging feeling that there was some secret between Yan and the Queen that they weren’t privy to.
Deep in the cosmos, on an unknown planet.
Hua Ye, who had been sound asleep, suddenly snapped his eyes open and sat bolt upright.
“What’s wrong?”
Beside him, Angel Ruoning was startled awake by his sudden movement. She blinked and asked, somewhat puzzled.
“I don’t know why, but I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
Hua Ye frowned. For the past few days, a sense of danger had been gnawing at him constantly—like doom was about to descend and he was going to die.
But aside from Kesha, he couldn’t think of anyone in the entire universe who could pose a threat to him.
Could Kesha be coming after him?
No way!
Thirty thousand years had passed. If she wanted to settle scores, she’d have done it long ago. Why would she only come now?
“A bad feeling?”
“We’ve been living here for how many years now? What danger could there possibly be?”
Angel Ruoning wasn’t bothered by Hua Ye’s sudden paranoia. Ever since the Heavenly Palace Order fell, they’d been exiled here for thirty millennia.
Because of Sacred Kesha, they dared not venture out. They’d carved out a petty existence ruling over a few desolate planets—barely getting by.
And because they never dared to leave, they had no idea how far the outside world’s technology had advanced. In her eyes, the only one who could still threaten them was Sacred Kesha.
And as a former Left Wing under Sacred Kesha, Ruoning knew full well that Kesha would never break her own promise and wipe them out without cause.
Because Sacred Kesha was a king, a goddess—and a goddess does not break her word.
So she paid no mind to Hua Ye’s unease.
It wasn’t the first time he’d acted like this over the years—always convinced Sacred Kesha was coming to kill him. And yet, she never did.
She closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
Hua Ye mulled it over for a while and eventually convinced himself he was just groggy from sleep and being overly fearful.
What else could he do? That little wench Kesha had left him with some serious trauma thirty thousand years ago—kicked him straight off his throne.
Too bad that one chance he’d had to get at Kesha was ruined by those meddlers from the Divine River civilization. Otherwise, even dying would’ve been worth it.
Just thinking about Kesha’s figure and beauty made Hua Ye lick his lips.
But then he sighed. That was all it would ever be—just a fantasy.
For tens of thousands of years, though he’d been hiding here, he knew just how famous Kesha had become.
King of Gods, Sacred Kesha.
Even his own father had never held a title like that.
She’d led the Angelic civilization to become the strongest in the universe.
That kind of ability—you had no choice but to respect it.
He smacked his lips a couple of times, flopped back down, and closed his eyes to continue sleeping. When you’re awake, you’ve got nothing; when you’re asleep, you’ve got everything.
Meanwhile, amidst the brilliant starry sky, several young, exquisitely beautiful angel warriors were flying through the cosmos with Flaming Swords in hand and wings spread wide.
Though the battle hadn’t started yet, the livestream had already gone live at the group members’ strong request.
Himouto Umaru: “The cosmic starscape is truly breathtaking.”
Lighthouse Richest: “And angels really are the creator’s finest work.”
Just Ordinary Group Leader: “So your attention is all on the angels, huh?”
Lighthouse Richest: shrugs.jpg
Lighthouse Richest: “What else would I focus on? I’m a simple man. A grand galaxy of stars—I can appreciate it a few times, but that’s about it.”
Lighthouse Richest: “I’m no astronomer. I don’t sit around marveling at their beauty.”
Lighthouse Richest: “Besides—come on, what man doesn’t like looking at beautiful women?”
Lighthouse Richest: “Don’t you agree, Boss Ban?”
Uchiha Dance King: “I have no interest in women.”
Lighthouse Richest: “…”
Lighthouse Richest: “Oh, right. I forgot you’re into Hashirama Senju. What about you, old man? You’re a giant—your aesthetics are probably different from mine too.”
Lighthouse Richest: “@Golden Flash, you’re with me on this, right?”
Golden Flash: “My heart belongs to Kushina. I have no interest in anyone else.”
Lighthouse Richest: “…Hypocrite!”
