After suffering a blow to his heart, Velin turned his gaze back to the sky and watched the Eight-winged Female Angel being beaten up.
Kyle had attacked without a word this time, leaving the others confused, but Velin understood perfectly why he had done it.
For the wars to come, Qixing Territory needed some high-end combat power.
He could borrow some from his grandfather, but they would not truly be his people.
As for training the existing Gold-rank Transcendents, that would take a long time—thirty or forty years at the shortest, perhaps a century at the longest.
By then, he might already have become a Legend.
"I wonder whether this female angel will still remain so arrogant after getting beaten senseless." Velin crossed his arms, deep in thought. "If so, I'll have to play the good cop and pull her into a realistic illusion, make her reincarnate hundreds of times, and let her develop a natural dependence on me."
"This method may be shameless, but everything has to be kept simple right now. Besides, I've never been a good person."
O'dor, who was watching the battle, had likewise seen through Kyle's intentions.
His attacks looked vicious, but when they landed on the female angel's body, they contained less than one percent of their actual power.
Even so, they were still beyond what the female angel could withstand.
"He's already about to embark on the path to Legend. It doesn't seem like many years have passed since this kid Velin obtained Cecilia's Demiplane."
Back then, when he had accompanied Velin to Outer Space in search of the Demiplane, both he and Kyle had received a method from the World Consciousness to become World Legends when the boy signed the Halo Contract with Cecilia.
Because Jia could appear at any time, he