Super God: There's a mischievous Xi in my head

"Ha...do you still want to use your high-sounding principles to criticize and attack me...?"

Morgana, her hands tightly wrapped around her knees, buried her face in them and uttered a hoarse whisper, her voice filled with exhaustion and defensiveness.

Cang Yu simply shook his head. He slowly stepped forward, opened his arms in the void, and gently embraced the "lost little angel" who was curled up in a ball.

The pure white wings behind them then closed, transforming into a warm cocoon that gently enveloped the two of them.

Morgana's body suddenly stiffened, as if frozen by the unexpected embrace.

Time seemed to stand still. She could feel that familiar presence, that comforting warmth that had given her so many nights…

It's been 30,000 years.

Conquest, betrayal, clashes of ideologies, destruction of civilizations... countless grudges and conflicts lie between them.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, but she ultimately did not break free.

This embrace felt both so familiar that it brought tears to her eyes, and so strange that it made her heart race.

"It's not too late."

That strange mixed sound became incredibly gentle at this moment, carrying a tenderness and doting affection that transcended millennia, gently caressing her trembling soul.

"younger sister…"

This long-awaited "little sister" was like the last warm current that shattered the ice.

Morgana—or rather, Liang Bing—whose defenses had been held for millennia crumbled completely, and scalding tears finally burst forth, soaking the other's shoulder.

At this moment, she is no longer the demon queen who struck fear into the hearts of the known universe, nor the once glorious Apocalypse King.

Stripped of all titles and halos, what is now curled up in these pure white wings is merely a younger sister named Liang Bing, a younger sister who has finally found her way back home.

She choked back tears, and with all her might, she gently uttered the name that had been buried deep in her heart for thirty thousand years:

"elder sister…"

Tears contained regret, grievances, and even more so, the relief of finally returning home after a long journey.

In the space of consciousness, Cang Yu's gaze was somewhat strange.

Although it's currently in a 'replacement' state.

But no matter what, it's still my own body...

At this moment, he was embracing the infamous demon queen, gently comforting her.

This touch, this warmth, conveyed his senses with unparalleled realism.

He instinctively wanted to turn his gaze away to look at He Xi and Liang Bing beside him, wanting to know what expressions these two, especially Liang Bing, the person involved, would make.

The next second, his entire face was suddenly pressed into an extremely soft place, and his vision was instantly enveloped by darkness and some indescribable fragrance.

"Don't look!"

Liang Bing's sharp, clearly annoyed voice boomed in his ears, and those seemingly delicate hands now contained an irresistible force.

His head was firmly fixed deep within the "greatest evil in the known universe," unable to move.

All the disturbances of the outside world seemed to have faded away.

'Azure Feather' gently cupped Liang Bing's cheeks, her fingertips brushing across her face like feathers, wiping away the undried tears.

The gesture was so familiar, just like the gentle way she had wiped away the tears of her mischievous younger sister who was crying from a training injury tens of thousands of years ago.

The two gazed at each other silently in the void, as if time had frozen at that moment.

A gentle smile appeared on Cang Yu's face as he softly said:

"I cannot explain the full details to you right now."

Her gaze was profound, as if it pierced through time:

"But as long as the little one is here, everything will still be alright."

Her fingertips gently brushed against her cool, icy hair, her voice carrying an all-knowing wisdom:

"Isn't your cherishing of the genes from that era precisely driven by the same expectation?"

Many questions flashed in Liang Bing's eyes, but she finally nodded.

"I see."

She gently grasped Keisha's hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, yet her resolve was exceptionally firm.

"I believe you, sister."

.... .... .... ....

Earth, in the city of Juxia, deep within a secret base.

A surge of black mist appeared out of nowhere, then exhaled three disheveled figures—Leonardo DiCaprio, Cold Blood, and Nina.

"Cough cough..." Leng Xue knelt on one knee and couldn't help but cough violently.

Even though they only stayed in the black mist for a short while, the decaying and chaotic aura it filled with was enough to make them, as Oukers, feel extremely uncomfortable.

The black mist did not dissipate, but instead condensed in mid-air into a blurry black figure, with no discernible face or features.

"Your 'teeth' don't seem to be working very well," the black figure said, turning towards the depths of the room with a hint of mockery in his voice.

In the shadows, another seated figure slowly raised his head, holding an antique-looking cane in his hand.

"Heh, they do need more practice," the owner of the cane said in a low voice, not denying it.

"But... I remember you once said that Armor Heroes don't exist in this world?"

His tone carried a subtle hint of accusation.

The black figure let out a low laugh, completely unconcerned about the other party's doubts:

"Where there is light, there will inevitably be shadow; similarly, where there is darkness, light will naturally emerge."

He changed the subject abruptly, his tone becoming firm:

"However, these are just minor troubles. The key issue is that there are no chosen ones in this world who are selected by the 'Will of Heaven' or born to summon armor."

The shadowy figure's voice carried a hint of mockery:

"After all... there isn't even a 'Heavenly Dao' here, just a fool who thinks he's so clever and dreams of controlling the entire universe."

The owner of the cane remained silent.

The shadowy figure raised its hand and tossed out a glass bottle containing a dark purple liquid. The liquid swirled spontaneously in the darkness, as if it were alive.

"Then," his voice was seductive, "this is the 'Essence of Shadow,' which can awaken the true power within you."

The owner of the cane caught the bottle steadily, the dim light reflecting in his eyes: "What is the price?"

"The price?" The shadowy figure chuckled deeply. "Temporarily losing your reason in exchange for absolute power. Once you've crushed those armored figures, you'll naturally regain your sanity."

Nina stared at the bottle of liquid and unconsciously took a half step back.

"Alright, I need to go find some more fun~" The black figure bowed dramatically, giving the owner of the cane a theatrical farewell. "See you next time."

Turning around as if to leave

"Wait," the cane's owner spoke, his voice low and firm, "What exactly is your purpose?"

The black figure paused, slowly turning its head, a twisted arc seemingly forming in the shadows:

"My purpose?"

He suddenly chuckled softly, a laugh tinged with an unsettling fervor:

"Of course... we must annihilate all the armored warriors! Let darkness completely envelop every world!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already turned into a wisp of black smoke and begun to dissipate, leaving only a final, ethereal sentence echoing in the secret chamber:

"Alright, Mr. Ma, now that you know my long-cherished wish... then, I wish us a pleasant cooperation~"

Silence returned to the sealed room, with only the bottle of dark purple liquid shimmering ominously in Chairman Ma's hand.