Godlike: Double Penetration of the Starry Sky! A brutal beating of Ge Xiaolun at the start.

It presents a scene of the apocalypse!

The sky split open with a huge rift, from which darkness and chaos poured out, and a massive, ominous apocalyptic beast wreaked havoc on everything!

Each of its roars is accompanied by the collapse of the heavens and the destruction of all things.

"This is the edge of another world, a dimension completely different from ours."

Long Wen's voice was deep and powerful.

The Doomsday Beasts are just the tip of the iceberg among the many threats in that world.

What you see is only the part of the iceberg that is above the water; what lies hidden beneath the surface is a much deeper and more dangerous unknown.

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Deep within that dark and oppressive starry world, in a secret chamber constructed of an unknown metal, light barely illuminated the entire space through a narrow window.

The walls gleamed with a cold, silvery light, creating a stark contrast to the pervasive silence.

An indescribable sense of oppression permeated the air, as if even time itself had slowed down and become heavy.

Long Wengang gently put down the heavy materials in his hands, making a slight metallic clanging sound that sounded particularly jarring in the silent, enclosed room.

His steps were neither hurried nor slow, yet they carried an undeniable air of authority, as if the entire world bowed down beneath his feet.

However, just as he passed by that seemingly ordinary yet mysteriously mysterious bed of restraints, two pairs of eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness pierced through the air like sharp blades, shooting straight at him.

It was those two beautiful angels who were tightly bound to the bed of bondage!

The angel's coldness and the angel's burning heart.

Their once noble and holy faces were now distorted with anger and despair, their eyes flashing with endless hatred for Long Wen.

They were like two lilies ravaged by a storm; though they still retained their stunning beauty, they had lost their former freedom and strength.

"You scoundrel..."

The angel's voice was low and hoarse, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with endless hatred and resentment.

Her eyes were like deep, cold pools, sharp and piercing, as if they could see into the deepest darkness of people's hearts.

The angel Zhixin, standing to the side, remained silent, but her eyes, burning with intense flames, conveyed a message more direct and powerful than any words could.

Her eyes held both anger at the current situation and defiance and hope for the future—a tenacity that refused to give up even in dire straits.

Two angels once soared through the skies in the world of gods, unstoppable by anyone. Their power originated from the super genes of the angel civilization.

It was a magnificent power system personally controlled by Queen Keisha.

However, in this star-studded world, which is completely different from the world of the gods, their source of power was ruthlessly cut off!

It is no longer possible to contact the Dark Dimension of the Main God.

Those super genes that once made them invincible on the battlefield now seem like a bunch of useless integrated circuits.

Without the support of the main power supply, it became dim and lifeless.

Dim yellow light streamed down from the rickety light bulb on the ceiling, barely illuminating the small space where the two angels were imprisoned.

Their figures, silhouetted against the interplay of light and shadow, appeared both lonely and helpless, a stark contrast to their former image of soaring through the skies and radiating brilliance.

Two high-ranking angels, Angel Cold and Angel Blazing Heart, are currently bound tightly to a seemingly ordinary yet secretly conspiratorial bed by complex and sturdy silver chains.

These chains shimmered with a faint blue light, clearly containing some kind of high-tech binding force, making it impossible for even those with extraordinary powers to break free.

Around the bed, several open books and instruments flashing complex symbols were scattered around, suggesting that this place had once been the site of some secret experiment.

The angel's cold eyes burned with an indomitable flame; even in dire straits, her pride and dignity remained undiminished.

She glared at Long Wen, her voice trembling with anger, yet still firm and powerful.

"You evil bastard!"

"Do you think this will make me submit?"

"I, Angel Leng, even if my soul is imprisoned, will never bow down to you!"

"Your filthy experiments will only corrupt my will!"

Every word she spoke was like a sharp blade, piercing Long Wen's heart.

Meanwhile, the angel Zhixin, though also bound, displayed a different kind of tranquility.

She gazed into the distance, as if she had pierced through the narrow space and seen her distant homeland and the queen who awaited their return.

Her voice was gentle but firm.

"The Queen will remember our sacrifice and seek justice for us. The pain you have inflicted is only temporary."

"Give me a quick death, let this humiliating bondage be my final trial."

Long Wen stood at the edge, his gaze sweeping over the two angels before him with a complex expression.

The angel's coldness and the angel's burning heart.

Angel Leng, a woman sculpted by time with a unique charm, wore a slightly worn silver-white armor, her eyes gleaming with an inextinguishable flame.

It is a steadfast dedication to an ideal until death, and a calm acceptance of the fate that is about to come.

A faint smile played on her lips, as if she were truly anticipating the poignant scene of a hero's sacrifice.

The resilience behind that youthful exuberance inspires both respect and a touch of helplessness.

On the other side, Angel Heart, this young female angel, appeared exceptionally radiant in the sunset.

Her eyes were clear as water, sparkling with curiosity and fearlessness towards the unknown world.

Despite her young age, her words revealed a maturity and decisiveness beyond her years.

She gently stroked the sword beside her, which emitted a faint light. The tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, making a soft and crisp sound, as if responding to the firmness in her heart.

Looking at the two angels with such different personalities, Long Wen felt a mix of emotions.

He chuckled softly, a laugh that contained both admiration for their bravery and a hint of barely perceptible bitterness.

"Look at you all, it makes me feel like a bad guy."

His words carried a hint of self-deprecation, but his eyes flickered with complex emotions.

He walked slowly forward, each step feeling unusually heavy, as if he were carrying the weight of the entire world.

“If we don’t do something, it would be a disservice to your heroic sacrifice.”

As Longwen approached, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The wind seemed to stop breathing at that moment, and the entire space seemed to be frozen by an invisible force.

Long Wen took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and seemed to be gathering some kind of power.

When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with determination and resolve.

"Hmph! You were never a good person to begin with!"

The angel's cold voice was as sharp as ice, piercing through the air and striking deep into Long Wen's soul.

Her eyes were filled with disdain and anger, as if she could see through all the hypocrisy and evil in the world.

"You colluded with Morgana, you're even worse than that bitch Morgana! You're a complete and utter demon!"

Upon hearing this, Long Wen smiled knowingly. He didn't rush to refute, but instead slowly looked around.

Every inch of this battlefield has witnessed his strength and wisdom, as well as the passing and rebirth of countless lives.

He lightly touched the belt at his waist, the sword reflecting a cold light that mingled with the angel's chilling blue glow.

"Hey, I remember you were the one who attacked me first, right? You lost and got captured, and now you're showing off your verbal skills?"

"Has being single for too long made your thinking so rigid?"

"Or do you need a real man to help you open the door to a new world?"

Angel Leng's expression changed drastically upon hearing this. She never expected that this seemingly arrogant and unruly enemy would so blatantly provoke her emotional world.

Her noble status and the accumulation of tens of thousands of years seemed to become a laughing stock in his mouth at this moment.

But she was, after all, the oldest among the high angels, and apart from the legendary Three Kings, no one could match her seniority and majesty.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in her heart, but the anger in her eyes could not be hidden.

"Long Wen, do you think you've won? You're just relying on some despicable means!"

Her voice trembled slightly, a product of anger and resentment.

"The real battle has not yet begun!"

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, bringing with it an unknown sense of danger from afar.

Long Wen frowned slightly. He could feel the power of this force, which was far greater than that of ordinary enemies.

He looked at the angel, Leng.

A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his usual calm and composure.

Angel Leng is the oldest among the high-ranking angels, at least tens of thousands of years old.

Aside from the three kings and others, he was indeed the oldest!

Long Wendu was about to leave to prepare to retrieve the corpse of the Doomsday Beast.