Starry Sky: My Life Star God, starting reward Ruan Mei

Although Heita remained calm, Bai Yan could easily guess the answer from her expression.

With a look of reminiscence, he continued, "The Angelic Civilization has a total of four Archangels, each responsible for different important tasks, and among these four Archangels, there is only one messenger, Raphael."

Black Tower held his teacup in his hand, listening quietly.

“When I first met this child, she had never handled weapons before. She preferred to be around all kinds of life rather than weapons. Now she has taken on a busier job, and only has time to do what she likes when she has a spare moment.”

Black Tower spoke up: "Is it possible that what she's doing now is something she enjoys?"

"That's true. Although it was her own choice, I must thank her, as well as other brother civilizations that were willing to care for their fellow civilizations."

Bai Yan downed the so-called tea in his cup in one gulp: "Beloberg doesn't need my help this time, but I'll still go check on the kid there later."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Somewhere in the universe, on the road from the Eternal Flame Mansion to Belloberg.

As a fire demon, Afrit possesses teleportation abilities, but they are not as stable and precise as Phase Flames.

Interstellar travel over such a distance still requires other technological equipment. His Fire Demon Legion also needs these technological vehicles.

Meanwhile, the ship's various facilities were in complete disarray.

Inside the main ship's cabin, in front of the throne of Grand Duke of the Underworld.

Alfred lay sprawled on the floor, his back resting against the luxurious chair.

In front of him stood a woman with long purple hair.

She pointed a long sword directly at Alfred's face, though the sword was still sheathed.

She said, "Fire Demon of Topfit, even if you offer your life to that star god, you will not gain His favor."

Alfred's tone was calm, showing no fear of the impending outcome: "Ranger, you walk in the narrow confines of [hunting], so naturally you cannot understand."

Faced with the oppressive presence of a messenger, he continued, "We come from the fire, are born from the fire, spread, burn, destroy, until the fuel is exhausted. Burning is the life of the fire demon, the beginning and the end."

"Pull out that knife, and I will stay here honestly."

"[Destruction] is a magnificent moment. If one seeks survival through base means... life is far too long."

It seemed like a cruel joke of fate, or perhaps it was a purity behind the tragedy that even the Grand Duke of the Underworld himself had never realized.

Even the sun, which yearns for abundance, receives blessings from God.

And he could not attract the attention of [Destruction].

Having said all that, Grand Duke of the Underworld was utterly calm in the face of impending destruction.

The purple-haired woman was about to say something, but suddenly a soft light enveloped Afrit and all the fire demons on the ship.

The purple-haired woman sheathed the knife and its scabbard back to her waist, her hazy memory still recalling what the light represented.

Not long ago, she had a chance encounter with the angelic civilization and even met a certain [Life] envoy.

She turned around and picked up a music box from the ground; it was an invitation from Pinocchio.

She took the invitation and left without looking back, but left Afrit with an explanation: "The angelic civilization's declaration of holy war shows you great respect. Go and attend."

A declaration of jihad, once covered up and not removed, becomes a permanent constraint.

It binds the other party to only wield weapons against the one who makes the declaration.

On their way to Beloborg, the Annihilation Gang couldn't even launch an attack on any passing ordinary ships.

The purple-haired woman learned by chance that the holy war declarations of ordinary angelic civilizations were not very broad in scope, unless they were written by that messenger.

As she stepped out of the main cabin, she put away the Pinocchio invitation in her hand and pulled out a thin leaflet.

This was handed to her by the angel Raphael after they had chatted. At the time, he smiled and said, "By the way, would you be interested in learning about our great Father God?"

Chapter 152 Aha's Promise

After the purple-haired woman left, Afrit ordered his fire demon subordinates to begin repairs on the ship.

He also noticed the online controversy and responded to it.

It roughly means that there was a slight accident on the way, and I might be a little late, but I will definitely not break my promise, and at the latest within seven standard days.

With the official response from a [Life] envoy and Afrit, this declaration of war, which had already attracted attention, became even more noteworthy.

Many eyes around the world have turned to Belloberg, a civilization that has just emerged from the dead of winter and has attracted a great deal of attention.

Moreover, each of the entities that controlled the gaze was a behemoth to the fledgling, weak civilization of Belloberg, which had been forcibly drawn into the interstellar civilization sphere.

Such a young civilization, with a suitable environment for survival, is usually easily treated as a dessert by other civilizations.

But nowadays no one dares to treat this civilization like that, and even many established interstellar civilizations have to show it respect.

When Belobberg reconnected to the interstellar network, it had already allied with the Krus civilization, a powerful [life] force.

Aside from believers in [Destruction], even bountiful creatures wouldn't want to risk this misfortune, as it would be a losing proposition.

Now another [life] messenger has sided with Belloberg.

It has persisted to this day because of [preservation], but has changed because of [life].

People also learned that Toppa, one of the directors of strategic investment at Interstellar Peace Corporation, is currently a guest in Belloberg.

With both major powers in control, only the followers of [Destruction] dare to provoke them.

Meanwhile, journalists from other media outlets who traveled to Belleburg heard from people about the white flame rising in their hearts.

The enlightened one, who happened to be passing by, provided an explanation for the reporter.

The light of hope may not turn everyone into a traveler on the path of hope, but it will plant a seed in people's hearts. Perhaps one day, a tender sprout called ideal will break through the soil, and the branches of dreams will strengthen people's belief in moving towards the future.

According to the enlightened one's interpretation, people speculate that the light of [hope] also shone upon Belloberg.

As if favored by fate, this is a place that has been noticed by three star gods, and even a deity has personally visited and left his mark.

The gods may not return, but anyone who attempts to undermine the nation from within or launch a powerful attack from the outside must carefully consider whether they can withstand the wrath of the three related forces.

Meanwhile, the deity who had personally visited Belloberg and recently performed miracles was spending a leisurely day with Lady Black Tower on the Luofu Immortal Boat.

Bai Yan escorted Hei Ta to the entrance of Yichen Inn and said goodbye:

"I'm sorry, I need to keep that fox-woman company tonight. We have plenty of time; next time we can spend the whole night together. I'm sure I won't disappoint you."

"You always manage to make perfectly normal things sound so unserious."

Bai Yan adopted a discussion-oriented attitude and concluded: "Normal is the general public's definition of the norm. Spending the whole night with a beautiful lady, but nothing happening, is probably not the norm."

"So you're not denying that your statement is inappropriate?"

"Perhaps my statement does have a certain bias, but why would people think that breeding is an improper thing?"

Bai Yan was seriously discussing this topic with Hei Ta at the entrance of Yichen Inn.

“Reproduction is for the continuation of the species and is an indispensable part of life. Even mechanical life forms will try to back up or pass on knowledge and data. Even if I am referring to that aspect, I don’t think there’s anything improper about it.”

Black Tower didn't seem to care much about the topic they were discussing, which was likely to attract attention. Instead, he paid more attention to Bai Yan's second sentence: "It seems you have a broad understanding of reproduction. But I'm curious to know what you were doing during the global locust plague. And I'm equally curious about why [reproduction] came into being."

Unlike other vague concepts, the Black Tower is certain that [reproduction] is included within [life].

However, it seems that Bai Yan definitely existed before [reproduction] was born, or even before [immortality].

She strongly suspected that Bai Yan was one of the oldest star gods in the universe.

Bai Yan did not give a clear answer to her question, but instead steered the conversation to another of his close friends: "You shouldn't ask me about this, you should ask Aha."

He then used a metaphor, the Black Tower, to answer some questions: "And you can imagine certain concepts in the universe, including [memory], [abundance], and [harmony], as a lake. I took a lot, but I didn't greedily drain it all."

"Ok?"

Compared to ordinary people, Black Tower had a deep understanding of the Star Gods and naturally understood it quickly.

Bai Yan smiled and added, "However, there are some concepts that are now completely in someone's hands, such as [breeding], which has been completely recycled. There can be tolerance in life, unless they want to put an end to their lives prematurely."

The Black Tower's statement, seemingly a statement, actually raises another question: "Regarding the global locust plague, there is no trace of [life] intervention."

“I told you, you should ask Aha about this. But you’ll probably find out later. Those light cones I took out before recorded these things: my encounter with that bastard, and some ill-fated relationships.”

Bai Yan did not keep this a secret, but Black Tower would have a chance to find out.

Heita didn't ask any more questions. Not asking about things he didn't want to discuss at the moment was also one of the principles of mutual respect between friends.

After sending the Black Tower back to Yichen Inn, Bai Yan headed towards Tingyun's location.

This time, we didn't go to the guest room, but to Tingyun's boudoir.

As he sensed the life energy of the passersby around him, he recalled the time he spent with Aha many years ago.

At that time, Aha appeared as a creature that was extremely bizarre and ugly in the Black Tower's aesthetic, and that conversation still echoes in his mind.

"You're willing to believe Aha? You know Aha very well. Sometimes I'll do anything for fun."

“I am willing to trust my friend, dear [Joy]. If you don’t mind, I will give you my trust.”

This memory is also within the light cone he prepared.

Time flies, and many years have passed in the mortal world. Has Ahha fulfilled his promise?

He knew that no one could predict Aha's choice, not even him, who knew Aha best, or even Aha himself.

Life's path is always full of unknowns and variables, although Bo Shizun may not agree with this statement.

However, Ruan Mei, whom Bo Shizun had been watching, should have been on the path of reason from which there was no turning back, but now he has taken her away.

However, the Venerable Master didn't care; that mechanical head only cared about the mysteries of the universe.

Chapter 153 Tingyun's Boudoir

The turmoil of the Luofu Immortal Boat has passed, and people have returned to their daily lives, except that the withered Jianmu tree that was cut off is no longer there.

The ship civilizations sailing through the Milky Way do not have their own stars, but people still maintain the original daily routines brought from ancient times.

As the simulated ecosystem brought nightfall, most of the Xianzhou people put down their work and entered their rest time.

During dinner, Xing, on the side of the future Lord of the Rift, also "got her wish" and drank her favorite soda soy milk.