I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

Chiyomiya Hanyu took a step forward.

She stood behind Gu Yan, bowing slightly to Elena in the sky, her posture respectful and restrained.

"Lady Elena."

"I have always respected you."

"You saved Mr. Gu and also helped the Chiyomiya family."

"But this matter concerns the future survival of humanity."

"I can't let it go."

Please understand.

Her voice remained calm and composed, but every word conveyed an unwavering determination.

Lin Jinyu also stepped forward.

She was covered in blood, and the golden flames had reached their limit, but her eyes were still shining.

"Elena, I used to consider you a friend."

"You saved him, thank you."

"But if you try to take over our home, I'll be the first to object."

"If you want to fight, I'm ready."

Pei Yuran did not speak.

She simply raised the dulled sword again, and a final layer of thin ice formed on its blade.

Fu Wanqing, supported by Fu Shiwei, also took a step forward.

Shen Youyao's two personalities spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping.

"We won't allow it."

Cecilia stood beside Gu Yan, silvery-white arcs of electricity flowing around her.

She raised her head, her icy blue eyes looking at Elena in the sky, her voice as cold as a knife.

"Your people need to survive, and so do we."

"We protected this planet with our lives."

"No one can take it away."

Elena looked at them.

Her gaze shifted from Gu Yan's face to Yu Sheng's face, then from Lin Jinyu's face to Cecilia's face.

Then she laughed.

That smile was so light, as light as a dandelion seed scattering in the wind.

"Gu Yan".

"you're right."

"I had too many illusions."

"I thought...we could be like friends, like family."

"But I forgot, I am the king."

"I have my people."

"You have your people."

"We stand on different banks, separated by a river that neither of us can cross."

She paused.

In those golden eyes, Gu Yan saw a tenderness he had never seen on her face before.

That gentleness was faint, like moonlight falling on snow, fleeting in an instant.

She spoke, her voice trembling very faintly, almost imperceptibly.

"I can let you and your woman live."

"This is the last concession I can make."

Gu Yan looked at her.

He didn't speak.

He simply shook his head slowly.

Then he raised his demon-slaying sword, its tip pointing to the sky, to the angel who had once saved him, taught him, and played on the swing with him.

The blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight, like a silent judgment.

"There is no room for compromise between us."

He said.

"There is only victory and defeat."

Elena looked at him.

a long time.

There was so much churning in her eyes: sadness, reluctance, pleading, and something deeper and more painful that Gu Yan couldn't quite understand.

Then she closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, there was no longer any tenderness or hesitation in those golden pupils.

All that remained was a bottomless stillness.

"Then let's fight."

she says.

Then, she nodded slightly.

That nodding gesture was like a key that unlocked the gates of hell.

The black hole expanded rapidly.

Thousands of angels poured out of the cave.

Their wings blotted out the sky, two wings, four wings, six wings, layer upon layer, filling the entire sky.

Holy light materialized on their weapons—spears, longswords, and giant shields—each radiating a light powerful enough to burn through steel.

The sky was filled with silvery-white light, as if a second sun had exploded overhead.

They didn't roar or howl; they simply swooped down silently, like a silent silver storm.

"Fire!"

Xuan Yuancheng's voice rang out again on the communication channel.

Soldiers picked up their guns again, tanks roared to life again, and fighter jets took off again.

The artillery fire exploded in the sky, like flowers blooming in a silver storm.

But the Angels' armor was harder than the Calamity's scales, and the rune cannonballs that hit their shields left only faint white marks.

Their wings flapped, deflecting the rain of bullets.

Their spears pierced down, penetrating a tank from the turret to the chassis.

Their holy light poured down, turning the entire trench into a white wasteland.

A four-winged angel swooped down, its spear aimed straight at Xuanyuan Cheng.

Xuanyuan Cheng used his remaining right arm to parry with his sword. The sword and spear collided, and his sword broke.

The spear continued to thrust, piercing his shoulder.

He took a few steps back, leaning against the wall of the command bunker, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

But he did not fall.

He used his broken sword to support himself on the ground and shouted his last words into the communication channel.

"Each unit is free to operate independently."

"Hold on to the bitter end."

Humanity has just gone through a great war and is exhausted.

But they did not back down.

Because there was no way to retreat.

They crawled out of the bunker, rose from the ruins, and raised their heads from the pools of blood.

They charged toward the silver storm, guns in hand, cannons on their backs, and knives in hand.

Gunfire and holy light mingled, blood and tears splattered.

Corpses were piled up again on the riverbank; this time, they were human beings themselves.

A young soldier carrying a satchel charge rushed toward a two-winged angel.

He hadn't even run halfway when a beam of holy light pierced through his chest.

He fell down, and the explosive charge rolled several meters away from his hand.

Another soldier rushed forward, picked up the explosive charge, and continued charging.

He collapsed too.

Then came the third, and the fourth.

They paved the way with their bodies, just to deliver that bomb to the angel's feet.

A fighter jet was surrounded and attacked by three Angels.

The pilot pulled the fighter jet up, rolled in the air, and shook off two of them.

The third six-winged angel caught up and cleaved off the fighter jet's wing with a single sword strike.

The fighter jet spun as it plummeted toward the river, and the pilot ejected at the last moment.

Before the parachute could even open, it was burned to ashes by the holy light.

On the river, Gu Yan moved.

He soared into the sky, his demon-slaying blade drawing a rainbow arc in the silver storm.

His sword struck the shield of a six-winged angel, the shield cracked, and the angel was sent flying backward.

He turned and swept his blade across the ground, slicing down three more winged angels.

His spiritual power spread out, attempting to invade the consciousness of these angels.

But their spiritual barriers are far stronger than calamities, like walls forged with holy light.

His Mirror Flower Imperial Seal failed for the first time.

He can only rely on a knife.

The girls rushed forward as well.

Lin Jinyu's golden flames blazed brightly in the holy light, and she crashed into the angels like a burning meteor.

Pei Yuran's ice crystals spread across the angels' wings, freezing their feathers and causing them to fall from the sky.

Chiyomiya Hanyu's pheasant sword cut down one two-winged angel after another. Although her sealing array could not trap six-winged angels, it was more than enough to deal with four-winged or less angels.