As a queen who has lost her kingdom, I can see the comments section.

This is a difficult problem to solve; we don't know how to fix it either.

I'll post it online and ask.

[Don't panic. As the saying goes, many hands make light work. Amelia, you can see the message has already spread through the chat. Many people will come because of this, and they might be able to offer some help.]

[New viewers have to start from the beginning, right? By the time they get to this point, it'll be too late.]

[To help Amelia, we'd better be the ones who have been following the series from the very beginning.]

Amelia sighed as she looked at the comments.

There's a lot of content in the comments, but most of it doesn't offer any real help.

It's not that no one offered any suggestions, but the suggestions that did come up seemed unreliable no matter how you looked at them.

Someone actually suggested she create a giant Ivan to deal with the Pure White Goddess... Can the method for making such a thing be revealed through the comments? If it is revealed, wouldn't it be common knowledge in that world?

Moreover, the laws of the world are different in different worlds. The Tsar Bomba that can exist in one world may not be able to be created in this world using the same method. This is not an easy thing to study.

Just then, a knock came at the door.

"Come in." Amelia knew who was outside without even opening the door.

As the door opened, Theresa, dressed like a porcelain doll, entered. Upon seeing Theresa, the live chat became even more lively, filled with lewd men captivated by her beauty, saying things like "Theresa, my Theresa," "I will always love Theresa," and "Theresa, how can I live without you?"

Of course, a similar situation will occur with Amelia, who has already learned to filter things out.

After all, with so many viewers, you can't expect all of them to be decent people; there will always be some eccentric individuals.

"What's wrong?" Amelia asked, noticing Theresa's expression.

“Amelia,” Theresa said after thinking for a moment, “I just saw Irene fly south. Do you know what she’s going to do there?”

"South?" Amelia blinked. "South seems to be... where Morris is?"

At this point, Amelia's expression became a little more serious.

But then she thought it probably wouldn't be that bad. Surely Eileen wouldn't be so reckless as to go to Maurice herself?

"Amelia, don't worry too much. Maybe Eileen is just browsing around," Theresa comforted her.

“No, it’s hard to imagine Eileen going out for a stroll without saying a word.” Amelia’s expression was very serious.

Because she knew Eileen, Amelia simply couldn't ignore Eileen's trip south.

Suddenly, Amelia's heart stirred.

Now that I have enough control over what the audience sees, I should be able to actively shift the focus to Eileen, right?

Thinking of this, Amelia muttered to herself, "The camera locks onto Eileen."

"What?" Theresa was taken aback.

"nothing?"

Amelia shook her head.

She didn't speak to Trisado, but instead looked at the scene before her.

[Eileen, my Eileen, you look beautiful no matter when you see you.]

[Didn't Amelia just say the camera was locked on Irene? She switched the camera to someone else with just one sentence? If she wanted to see the enemy, wouldn't she be able to spy on their every secret?]

[Enough with the nonsense. Amelia turned the camera around because she wants to get some information. Let's get to the point.]

"Let me see, Eileen is flying. This is high in the sky; I can't even tell what's below from up there."

Amelia looked thoughtfully at the barrage of comments scrolling by.

She immediately began to silently read Eileen's thoughts.

[Huh? Is this Eileen's inner thought?]

[Is that really what Eileen thinks? In her heart, Amelia is so important that she'd give up her own life for her.]

[Did Amelia see that? Eileen said she's going to verify if the Goddess of Pure White truly cannot leave Pure White Paradise.]

We all know that the Goddess of Pure White cannot leave Pure White Paradise, at least for now, so Eileen should be fine.

Seeing this, Amelia's expression couldn't help but become somewhat complicated.

Did Eileen really risk going to Morris to verify some possibilities?

After sighing, Amelia said to Theresa, "Theresa, I have some things to attend to and need to leave for a bit. You can stay here."

"What are you going to do?" Theresa asked instinctively.

"As for me, of course I'll go find the person I love."

Amelia smiled, then took to the air and flew away. At the same time, the gods placed beside her were also brought over by her, transforming into colorful wings that landed behind her and carried her away rapidly.

Chapter 527 The Person I Love

Amelia flew quickly through the air.

As she flew, a thought brought the scene back to her own.

"Everyone," Amelia said, "I already know about Eileen's situation, so I plan to go find her, but I can't get there right away. Because I can control the screen, I will now show the scene with Eileen. If you discover any important information, please let me know through the comments. Thank you."

No problem, leave this to us.

It's clear that not only does Eileen care about Amelia, but Amelia also cares about Eileen quite a bit.

What kind of person is Eileen to you?

[Amelia, your absolute favorite person is Irene, right?]

Many comments appeared at this moment, and Amelia couldn't help but laugh when she saw them.

"It seems everyone has a lot of questions, but I can't answer them properly right now. All I can say is that Eileen is indeed the person I care about and like the most."

As she spoke, Amelia couldn't help but reveal a bright and beautiful smile.

That smile was a natural expression that appeared when she thought of Eileen; just thinking of Eileen made her very happy.

"I'm counting on you all for now."

After she finished speaking, Amelia turned the camera back to Eileen.

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Eileen has gotten close to Maurice.

As a sword goddess, Eileen's flight speed is extremely fast. The air in front of her cannot form any resistance at all; it is cut through by her sword-like flight. Therefore, she has already arrived in Morris.

Floating high in the air, Eileen looked down at the city of Morris.

As the former capital of the Seinsor Empire, Maurice was undoubtedly extremely prosperous, and this prosperity would not immediately disappear with the dissolution of the Seinsor Empire.

Today, this city has become the angels' stronghold.

A pure white paradise appeared here, with a huge crack in the sky above Morris, from which a dim yellow light shone, making the city of Morris seem to be forever draped in the cloak of dusk.

Angels shuttled back and forth between the pure white heaven and Maurice, clearly having made Maurice the starting point for their development in this world, and had achieved complete control over the city.

As for the original person in charge, they are now nothing more than puppets controlled by the angels.

In the future, the angels will continue to expand outwards, gradually incorporating the entire world into their territory.

To the angels, this was inevitable; it was something that would not happen without any surprises, because they had the Goddess of Pure White.

After scanning the area twice, Eileen gripped the Sword of War, took a deep breath, and descended.

As she descended from the sky, the angels of Maurice noticed her immediately.

After the angels took control of Maurice, they issued an order that only angels could fly in the air, and all humans must walk on the ground.

No one in Maurice cared about this bill, because they themselves were incapable of flying. And the powerful beings capable of flight were no longer in Maurice.

Therefore, when Eileen, who could fly, appeared, the angels naturally paid close attention. A squad of angels immediately flew towards Eileen, their expressions showing some dissatisfaction.

"Who are you? How dare you defy our rules and fly in the air? Are you out of your minds?"

After a group of angels flew over, the leading angel began to rebuke them in an arrogant tone.

This is a male angel, tall and slender, with long golden hair and an arrogant expression.

Eileen's gaze slowly swept over them, and she said calmly, "You can't even fly? You winged people are just as annoying as you were a thousand years ago. Do you want to continue the rules of the Pure White Divine Realm from over a thousand years ago in this day and age?"

Upon hearing Eileen's words, the angels' expressions immediately changed.

The leading angel instinctively asked, "Who exactly are you?"

What happened a thousand years ago should be unknown to anyone in this era. Even they only know about it from books in the Pure White Paradise and from the education of their elders. They know that the Pure White Divine Realm once existed and that angels were called winged people in the past.

But why would a flying human know about such a thing?

"Who am I? I'm the one who killed you."

Eileen's tone was cold and cruel.

As soon as she finished speaking, she swung the War God's Sword in her hand, which gleamed with a silver-red light and swept past all the angels of the angel squad in front of her in an instant.

Before a demigod, everything is an ant.

The angels stared wide-eyed as their bodies tore apart and were then enveloped in darkness.

For Eileen, testing whether the Goddess of Pure White could truly leave Pure White Paradise was simple: all she had to do was wreak havoc outside.

The Goddess of Pure White obviously cannot ignore such a matter, and it will be obvious whether she will be able to leave Pure White Paradise at that time.

After all, apart from the goddess of pure white, Eileen didn't think any angel could be her match.

[So cool! No wonder it's Irene!]

[With a few swift sword strikes, the angels were dispatched one by one. I want to make this scene into a live wallpaper.]

The other angels noticed this.

As countless unseen comments floated by, the many angels in Morris looked up.

In their eyes, the sight of their fellow angels in the sky disintegrating and shedding blood was a scene that deeply shocked them.

The angels never imagined such a thing would happen to Maurice. They were angels, after all. How could anyone dare to lay a hand on angels like that? Didn't the perpetrator fear divine punishment?

The angels of today are certainly not the same as those of a thousand years ago.