Super God: Live for yourself, angel!

When Yan heard these words, her sparkling crimson eyes suddenly shrank as if they were tightly pinched by an invisible hand, and her mind was shaken as if struck by lightning.

Then, her body jerked as if under a spell, and her expression became frozen, becoming dull for a moment. Her lips parted slightly, as if she were about to say something...

But the sound seemed to be strangled by an invisible pair of hands, and no sound could be made for a long time.

There is no doubt that at this moment, Yan instinctively wanted to refute the other party's questioning, but... when her eyes met Leng's cold, serious, and earnest eyes flashing with scarlet light, she suddenly seemed to understand everything.

No matter how she tries to justify herself, no matter how she tries to convince herself...

No one can deny the fact that she, as the King of Angels, openly knelt before Morgana, the Demon King who killed countless angels!

In Yan's eyes, Morgana at that time might have returned to her angelic nature. Perhaps she had awakened to her sins of tens of thousands of years because of the Rose of Time and Space. Or perhaps Yan saw Liang Bing stretching out her snow-white wings...

Perhaps what she saw at that time was that the Demon King Morgana had returned to the Apocalypse King Liang Bing...

No matter who she saw at that time; no matter whether Liang Bing had woken up at that time; or whether Liang Bing was doing it for love...

all of these...

Nothing can cover up the sins Liang Bing has committed against angels and the known universe over the years!

It also cannot change the fact that she, as the King of Angels, kneeled before the King of Demons...

With this action, she has trampled underfoot the justice that the angels have upheld for tens of thousands of years and the dignity of life!

It is even more impossible to explain to the countless angel warriors who have persevered, pursued and sacrificed for their beliefs and justice over tens of thousands of years!

"I, I..." After a long time, Yan's lips trembled slightly, and a trembling voice came out of her mouth intermittently like a candle in the wind.

"You don't have to say anything more, Yan..." Leng resolutely moved his eyes away from Yan and waved his hand resolutely, as if cutting off the last bit of hope, interrupting what Yan wanted to say.

Then, she took a step and slowly walked past Yan. The rustling sound of each step on the ground touched Yan's heart.

Leng's figure exuded a daunting aura at this moment. Her expression was as cold as ice. The pure white fur coat with golden wings draped over her shoulders was like a winter wind, carrying a biting cold frost...

Looking at Leng who was about to pass over him, Yan felt an indescribable pain suddenly surge in his heart, like a surging tide that he could not bear.

She subconsciously clasped her hands tightly, trying to bury the pain deep in her heart, but the more she did so, the more intense the pain became, like a heavy burden pressing on her chest, making her feel extremely heavy and suffocated...

At this moment, when Leng was about to completely pass Yan's body and move behind her, she suddenly stopped beside Yan and stood parallel to her in the opposite direction.

In an instant, the chirping of insects around came to an abrupt end, and the breeze that was whistling through the mountains and forests also gradually died down. The whole world was suddenly frozen at this moment.

Silence became the only ruler of this moment. The world was so quiet that only the heartbeats of Leng and Yan could be heard, beating heavily like drums.

thump...

thump...

thump...

After a long time, after this long silence, Yan's ears suddenly heard an ethereal and heavenly sound.

"After you go back, let Aeneside succeed as the King of Angels, and you...abdicate, Yan..." At some point, Leng's blood-red lips opened slightly, and the voice that came out was enchanting and ghostly, breaking the previous quiet atmosphere.

She turned her scarlet eyes slightly, and the corner of her eyes was like a cold arrow, staring straight at Yan's profile, then slowly raised her right hand and gently placed it on Yan's right shoulder.

In an instant, a dazzling golden energy, like lightning, quickly passed through her right hand to Yan's shoulder, and then spread rapidly to her whole body like a tide.

"I know something, and I also know the reason behind all this..." Yan turned her head to the right, her crimson eyes meeting Leng's scarlet afterglow again. Leng's voice, as cold as the wind, echoed in her ears, "But you are not suitable for the King of Angels. You are too sentimental... This is an obstacle for you to be the King of Angels! You take so-called true love too seriously, even more than the angels themselves..."

"I'm angry at what you've done, but I also understand that this isn't something you can control. You're simply struggling along a path that's already been set..."

"I can't blame you for being manipulated, but I feel deeply saddened by all this..."

"I can't sit back and watch this happen among the angels..."

"All I can do is rely on my own beliefs to change this cruel reality..." Yan saw that the pair of scarlet eyes seemed to be flashing with some mysterious color. Perhaps that was the sad light that Leng mentioned.

Looking into Leng's eyes, she could clearly feel that the look in his eyes was filled with compassion, pity, regret... and all kinds of complex emotions, like a tangled mess, intertwined together, making it impossible to distinguish.

"I want to give to the angel..."

"To you..."

"With freedom..." With this last sound, it gradually disappeared into the air like a sigh.

The brilliant golden energy that filled Yan's entire body quietly dimmed.

At the same time, Leng's right hand, which was resting on Yan's shoulder, slowly floated away like a light feather...

Leaving with him was Leng's figure, which gradually receded like a cold star...

Her tense body suddenly relaxed like a bowstring, and Yan collapsed to the ground defenselessly. Her chest heaved violently like surging waves, her mouth opened like a hippopotamus, and she breathed with all her might.

"Hahaha……"

Her breathing was very rapid, but after a few breaths, Yan's breathing gradually subsided like the tide.

It was not until this moment that she realized that her body had become different from before, as if she had been reborn.

A moment ago, my body felt like it was carrying a heavy burden, struggling to move forward. But at this moment, it was as if I had thrown away all the heavy baggage, becoming incredibly light...

A refreshing feeling of pleasure spreads throughout the body from the inside out.

It was an indescribable wonderful feeling, as if her body and soul had gained some kind of indescribable liberation at that moment.

This liberating power, flowing from within, sweeps through my body like a spring breeze, making it seem as if every cell in my body is cheering and dancing with joy...

She quickly stood up, quietly regained her composure, and stared at the figure that was gradually moving away, even about to disappear from her sight... A glimmer of relief flashed across Yan's eyes, and the next moment, a hint of calmness flashed across them...

"Come on, we need to face this history bravely..."