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

They were standing or kneeling, near or far, and everyone was crying.

Lin Jinyu's tears washed away the blood on her face, leaving two streaks. Her golden flames had gone out, but she was trembling all over.

Chiyomiya Hanyu lowered his head, holding half a broken sword in his hand, the tip of the sword touching the ground.

Shen Youyao's two personalities fell silent at the same time, tears falling silently down her face.

Fu Wanqing buried her face in Fu Shiwei's shoulder, crying so hard she could hardly breathe.

Fu Shiwei didn't cry, but she held her sister's arms very tightly.

Cecilia stood still, her icy blue pupils reflecting Pei Youyi's quiet face.

She thought of her father.

I thought of those people who fell one after another in pools of blood.

Gu Yan raised her head.

His eyes were still red, but a fire had ignited deep within his pupils.

He looked straight at the two eight-winged princes behind Elena.

Those two culprits.

His gaze was like a knife, as if he wanted to slice them to pieces.

"you."

"They're all going to die."

Elena fell from mid-air and landed a few steps in front of him.

Her face showed pain, regret, and a very faint trace of helplessness.

"Gu Yan".

"I am also very saddened by Sister Yi's death."

"This is my dereliction of duty."

I apologize to you.

"But you have to believe me, I have a way to bring her back to life."

Her voice was soft, but she spoke each word clearly.

"Our civilization is known as a Type VII civilization in the universe."

"A level seven civilization can revive life as long as it has a single cell."

"I can save her."

"As long as you promise me."

"If you become my king consort, we will rule this planet together."

"I will lead this planet to true glory."

She paused, then took a step forward.

Something was churning violently in her golden eyes, like pain or a plea.

"This really is your last chance."

Behind her, the two eight-winged princes exchanged a glance.

One of them lowered its voice.

"king."

"If this man is your consort, then the two of us..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Elena turned and glanced at him.

That cold look made him swallow the rest of his words.

He lowered his head and stopped talking.

Gu Yan did not look at Elena.

He simply held Pei Youyi in his arms and gently laid her body flat.

He took off his tattered military uniform and covered her with it.

Then he stood up and faced Elena.

There were no more tears in his eyes.

All that remained was a bottomless cold.

Elena looked at him.

Her body was trembling slightly.

After a long while, she spoke again, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

"I have something else to say."

"Gu Yan".

"I'm carrying your child."

Are you sure you want to continue?

Gu Yan's pupils suddenly contracted.

He looked at her as if he had heard something out of the blue.

"How is that possible?"

"We are just..."

Do you remember that night?

"In the void."

"When he ascended to the divine throne."

Elena interrupted him.

Her eyelashes were trembling slightly.

"Angels are different from humans."

"Our conception does not require the same amount of time as yours humans do."

"Just once is enough."

"I can feel it."

"It's already inside me."

"It is your child."

"It's mine too."

Are you sure you want to continue?

She was trembling as she said those words.

His golden eyes were brimming with tears.

That once eternally calm and composed angel now stands on the riverbank, like a flower torn apart by the wind.

She looked at Gu Yan, her voice trembling with an almost pleading tone.

"Gu Yan".

"Let's stop fighting."

"OK."

Elena's voice wasn't loud, but it was heard throughout the entire battlefield.

Humans stopped moving.

The angels also stopped what they were doing.

On the riverbank and in the sky, everyone was looking this way.

The wind blew across the river, carrying the stench of blood and gunpowder into the distance.

An angel king stood before humans and said that he was carrying a human child in his belly.

This news was like a bomb, causing an uproar within the Angel race's ranks.

"What is the king saying? Has she gone mad?!"

The voice of a four-winged angel was filled with disbelief.

His wings were flapping violently, as if he were about to swoop down and confront him.

"How could she have human emotions? She is our queen! We traveled across countless galaxies to get here, not so that she could reproduce with a lower being!"

Another six-winged angel gripped his spear, his golden eyes filled with anger and disappointment.

"That's impossible. The king's will must have been corrupted by those inferior beings."

Some people gritted their teeth, and holy light flickered uncontrollably on their weapons.

"quiet."

An eight-winged prince quelled the commotion.

But his expression was also extremely unpleasant.

He looked at Elena's retreating figure, his eyes filled with both heartache and a certain inexplicable fear.

The King is the faith of the Angel race.

If the capital is shaken, what will they have left?

Elena did not turn around.

She just stood there, looking at Gu Yan.

Her golden pupils were filled with tears, which shimmered gently in the sunlight like a pool of golden water ruffled by the wind.

Her body was still trembling.

She's already gone all in.

She revealed the secret in front of everyone.

She risked the king's dignity and the faith of the entire angel race, all for the possibility of a ceasefire.

She knew how crazy this was.

But she still spoke up.

Gu Yan slowly stood up.

He turned around and looked at Pei Yuran.

Yu Ran was still kneeling beside her mother's body, her icy blue pupils frighteningly empty.

Her white dress was covered in blood, some from her mother and some from herself.

Gu Yan walked up to her and squatted down.

He reached out and gently tucked Pei Youyi's disheveled hair behind his ear, then covered him up in his tattered military uniform again.

His movements were very light, as if he were afraid of disturbing a sleeping person.

Then he patted Pei Yuran's head very, very lightly.

"Yu Ran".

"Holding Sister Youyi in my arms."

Don't leave her alone.

His voice was soft, but every word burned into Yu Ran's heart like a branding iron.

Pei Yuran looked up at him.

Her eyes were filled with tears, but she still nodded.

She knelt down and took two steps, gently cradling her mother's body in her arms as if holding a precious treasure that might break at any moment.

Her face was pressed against her mother's cold forehead, and tears streamed down her face.

Gu Yan stood up and faced Elena.

His face was expressionless, but his eyes were churning with too much.

There was grief, anger, helplessness, and a deep, profound weariness.

His military uniform was tattered beyond recognition, and he was covered in blood.

But he stood very straight, like a flagpole stuck in the ruins.

"Elena".

"You said you were carrying my child."

"I trust you."

He spoke, his voice not loud, but everyone heard him.

"But precisely because of this, there is no possibility of us getting along harmoniously anymore."