Right as Jovian was doing whatever he pleased in the Merlot Heavenly Court...
In the Styx, Karthus was making his move.
"So you brought me here to deal with him?"
A scruffy blond male angel with a vaguely worn-out look, his clothes slightly disheveled, stood there with one hand on his hip, watching the scene Karthus was projecting with obvious interest.
In the image, a handsome, broad-shouldered man sat high on a throne. Around him stood countless beautiful angels with full figures and delicate features. Among them were even the three queens of angel civilization, Kayle, Hexi, and Morgana.
"That's right!"
Karthus loathed the debauched man in front of him from the bottom of his heart, but at the moment, the only one who could help him was this ancient king of angel civilization from tens of thousands of years ago.
"Oh, come on. Even Kayle's been broken by him, so what use am I supposed to be?"
"I think you should just get your things in order and prepare to surrender."
The blond male angel sized up the wild king in the image, then gave up on the idea immediately.
"Huaye, king of the angels, are you really willing to let some foreign god occupy your angel civilization?"
Hearing that, Karthus raised his head and fixed Huaye with his deep, steady gaze.
"Come on, what do you mean my angel civilization?"
"I got driven out ages ago..."
This blond, washed-up-looking man was naturally the ancient evil god Huaye, an utterly corrupt king of the angel scum who preached luxury to the absolute extreme.
"Are you afraid?"
Karthus seemed to be deliberately trying to provoke him.
"Afraid? When have I ever been afraid?"
"The problem is, I've been stuck in place for so many years that I've long since fallen behind the times!"
Huaye waved his hand, acting like a man who had completely given up.
"I can help you catch up with this era."
A sharp gleam flashed in Karthus's eyes as he spoke in a low voice.
"Help me catch up with this era?"
"Hahahaha... now that's interesting."
Huaye, who had shown very little enthusiasm a moment ago, suddenly changed expression the instant Karthus made it clear he was willing to back him.
Huaye had not truly had the edges worn off him by these tens of thousands of years. He had simply been waiting, waiting for Karthus to be the one to open that door so he could get the resources he wanted out of him.
"Give me three things!"
"First, upgrade my divine body to the fourth generation!"
"Second, install a void engine in me!"
"Third, give me enough superweapons!"
Huaye was shameless to the absolute limit. Those three things he wanted, even if you slapped them onto a dog, the dog would become a god-killing dog capable of slaying gods.
And yet Huaye demanded them from Karthus as if it were the most natural thing in the world, like he had already figured out that Karthus had no other option but to help him.
"Fine."
Sure enough, exactly as Huaye had expected, Karthus agreed almost without hesitation the moment the demands were made.
"Hahahaha..."
"Excellent!"
"Since you're being so straightforward, I'll show you proper courtesy too. I, Huaye, have never been stingy, and I've never mistreated those around me. Since you agreed so readily, then when the so-called void and so-called Ultimate Fear descend upon the known universe, I will provide you shelter and make sure you suffer no harm at all from Ultimate Fear!"
Huaye pulled the sword from his waist, pointed it at Karthus, and made his declaration in a booming voice.
"..."
"Hahahaha..."
"Good. Very good..."
Karthus was actually amused by the master of the Heavenly Court Order standing before him. He could not imagine how ignorant someone had to be to claim they would protect him from Ultimate Fear.
According to the calculations of the Grand Clock, and by his own deductions, if one wished to stand against Ultimate Fear, then at minimum one would need to create an engine far beyond the black hole engine, an even more powerful ultimate engine that existed only in theory, a cosmic engine. Only by using a cosmic engine to simulate the Big Bang itself, creating singularity-level attacks capable of destroying an individual universe, would it even be possible to threaten Ultimate Fear. And even then, that threat would not mean truly injuring Ultimate Fear, it would mean destroying their universe together with the invading void if necessary.
The moment the cosmic engine was successfully born, he would become the sword-bearer and face Ultimate Fear in an endless standoff, day and night, forever. So he had no need for emotions, no need for physical desires, no need for the ordinary needs of flesh. That was why he had remade himself into a phantom form, something neither fully human nor fully ghost. Everything was for the continuation of civilization in the known universe.
For that great and magnificent goal, any sacrifice was worth it, even sacrificing girls he had once admired.
"I like working with you, Karthus!"
"You and I are the same kind of person, people willing to do anything to achieve our goals!"
"Well then, I won't interrupt you while you prepare what I need. Oh, and make sure to reinforce this place too. It's my favorite part!"
Even as he was leaving, Huaye still gave his waist a flamboyant little shake.
"..."
Karthus stood there in silence, watching the evil god he had personally released walk away.
"The same kind of person?"
After Huaye left, Karthus fell into thought. At first, when Huaye said they were the same kind of man, Karthus had dismissed it with contempt. But when Huaye said they were both the type who would use any means necessary to reach their goals, Karthus had gone quiet, because that was exactly what he was.
"I only hope I made the right choice."
Karthus let out a sigh. To carry out his plan, he had to purge every unstable factor from the universe. The Shenhe civilization had already lasted long enough. It was time for it to become history.
One week later, just as he had promised, Karthus gave Huaye a complete upgrade, pushing him into an entirely new realm.
"Weak. Everything is too weak!"
After obtaining such immense power, Huaye's attitude became even more overbearing. He had always been the type to get smug the second he had a little power. Now he was more insufferable than ever.
"My king, our forces have all been counted and assembled. At any time, we can advance on the Merlot Heavenly Court, take back the position of Angel King from that damned Kayle, and restore the Heavenly Court Order!"
A brown-haired female angel with a vicious edge in her features descended and reported to Huaye.
"Ruoning, you're here?" Huaye, who had been savoring the surging power inside his body, turned when he heard that familiar voice. Looking at the brown-haired female angel before him, he smiled faintly and said, "If the army is ready, then what are we waiting for? Move out! To the Merlot Heavenly Court. We reclaim everything that belongs to us!"
"Understood!"
The brown-haired angel looked openly excited after hearing Huaye's order. She had waited far too long for this day. That damned Kayle, and that little bitch Yan who had taken her place, both needed to pay.
"Heh..."
Huaye looked at the brown-haired angel, Ruoning, formerly Kayle's Sacred Left Wing, one of the few at the absolute peak of the known universe, second only to Morgana and Kayle in spacetime transport tech. There was a trace of disdain in his eyes. He understood exactly what kind of woman Ruoning was. He knew she was only approaching him to use him. But then again, was he not using her as well? It was nothing more than mutual exploitation.
When countless male angels in outdated Roman armor arrived at the Merlot Heavenly Court under Huaye's command, Huaye froze on the spot.
A hundred thousand uniform-clad angels stood before him, flaming swords in hand, glaring at him like tigers eyeing prey.
"Come on, man, what era do you think this is? Still going on about Rome, Rome, Rome..."
"Rome fell a long time ago. Nobody cares about that look anymore. Now it's the age of cute uniforms..."
Jovian sat high upon his golden throne. On his left, he held bunny-girl Kayle. On his right, he had black-OL Morgana in his arms. Behind him stood the twin-tailed gothic eternal-young-girl Pipixi (TN: Hexi's nickname). Resting in his lap was the girl-next-door uniform-cutie Yan. This, this was what true corruption looked like.
"You understand the Heavenly Court better than I do."
Huaye stared wide-eyed at Jovian, who was surrounded by beauties. As far as the Heavenly Court Order was concerned, the ancient angel king Huaye was willing to call Jovian the strongest.
"Surrender."
"If you surrender now, I can still leave you angel scum a way to live."
"Once that's done, I can ship you all off to Thailand to get fixed, then send you over to Korea for a little cleanup. Heh. After that, maybe you can debut as idols, or maybe make a living selling your asses. Either way, at least you'd still be alive, and you'd have something to look forward to..."
"But once you're dead, then it's all over."
Jovian looked at Huaye with eyes full of mockery. The more he imagined fixing Huaye, the king of the angel scum, up and sending him off to sell his ass, the funnier it felt.
"Screw you..."
After hearing Jovian's words, Huaye's face turned green. He was the king of the angels. How could he possibly go sell his ass? Was this bastard looking down on him?
"Angels, hear my command! Attack!"
"Do you see those shameless female angels?"
"Whoever captures one gets her as a prize. Do whatever you want with them!"
Ruoning glanced at Huaye, who was trembling with rage at her side, chest heaving, then issued the order without hesitation.
"Hehehe..."
The male angels, pent up for more than ten thousand years, all broke into lewd grins the moment Ruoning gave the word. Weapons in hand, they charged toward the female angels.
"Little lambs, don't be afraid. Your male gods have arrived!"
Their faces burned with excitement. They were already imagining tying these lovely female angels to beds and doing whatever they pleased to them.
But the instant they closed in on the female angels, they finally realized something was wrong.
These ordinary-looking angels, who did not seem like high-ranking guardian angels at all, were not giving off the energy fluctuations of second-generation super soldiers.
They were giving off the fluctuations of third-generation divine bodies.
In other words, every one of these cute, seemingly delicate angels was actually a god with a third-generation divine body.
Slash!!
But the angel scum realized it too late. The female angels showed no mercy. Their flaming swords flashed, and in an instant, male heads went flying.
"N-no, don't come over here!"
The leering male angels finally realized that the sheep they had been looking at were actually wolves in sheep's clothing, and by then it was already too late. They tried to flee, but space had been locked down. Without access to space-jump technology, relying only on their wings, there was no way they could outrun this new generation of angels equipped with third-generation divine body technology.
"Please don't kill me..."
One of the angel scum tumbled through space, blood spraying out across the cosmic void. Trembling, he begged the delicate female angel in front of him through dark-energy communication.
"Angel scum, you were acting pretty cocky just a second ago, weren't you?"
The speaker was a female angel with a small bow at her chest, a high ponytail, and a trace of violence in her expression.
With one casual swing, the high-ponytailed angel cut off the hand the male angel had been holding his sword with.
"Aaah!!" Seeing his severed right hand, the angel scum screamed. But he did not dare show the slightest dissatisfaction toward the female angel before him. Clutching the stump with his left hand, he dropped to both knees and begged desperately, "Please, please spare me! Please show mercy and spare my miserable life! I'm willing to be a dog, to stay by your side forever!"
"Be my dog?" The blond angel with the high ponytail looked toward the shining golden throne. "My king, he says he wants to be your dog. What do you think?"
"Be my dog?"
Jovian raised a brow, seeming to genuinely consider it for a moment.
"Too bad. I already have a dog. I don't need a second one right now. But since you want so badly to be my dog, then fight my current dog and let's see which one of you is more qualified."
With a wave of his hand, the Mobius Spacetime Ring on the middle finger of Jovian's right hand began to glow. In the next instant, a gigantic crocodile dropped between the sharp high-ponytailed angel and the kneeling angel scum.
"Boss, what'd you call me out for?"
After appearing, the crocodile looked around at the battlefield, where short-winged figures flew through space and divine blood stained the cosmos, then used dark energy to communicate with Jovian.
"That angel scum says he wants to replace you as my pet. What do you think about that?"
Jovian looked down at his little crocodile from his throne and asked with full kingly authority.
"Angel scum? Just some lousy bastard, and he thinks he can replace me? Bullshit!"
The crocodile glared at the one-armed angel scum and roared, already preparing to attack.
"A peak beast-body? Even one of his pets has a peak beast-body?"
The angel scum stared at the crocodile snarling at him and giving off waves of rank, bloody menace, his eyes wide with shock.
"I'm the Crocodile God Renekton! You hear me, you lousy bastard, I..." Renekton was just about to make his move when he suddenly seemed to remember something. Turning around, he looked up at Jovian on the throne. "Boss, can I eat him?"
"Do whatever you want."
Jovian spoke only two words, expressionless and utterly cold.
"Perfect!"
With Jovian's permission, Renekton opened his jaws wide at the one-armed angel scum.
"D-don't come over here!"
"Aaah!!"
The angel scum tried to fight back with the sword in his left hand, but his resistance was far too weak. In an instant, he was swallowed whole.
"A guy without even a third-generation body wants to be my dog?"
"Leng, you need to raise your standards. Those outdated relics who should've been thrown out ages ago, let them be eliminated."
Jovian laughed in disdain as he watched the angel scum get swallowed, then addressed the high-ponytailed angel.
"I understand, my king!"
After a week of Jovian's discipline, the high-ponytailed angel Leng had already become entirely shaped by him.
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