The Birth of the Holy Spirit!

"Angels?" Yuan muttered.

"That's right, those damn bitches. Their noses are sharper than dogs', and they haunt every corner of the universe." At the mention of angels, Morgana gritted her teeth in hatred.

But rather than hating the angels, she hated Kaisha more—her stubborn, impossibly powerful sister, Kaisha.

Thousands of years ago, the war between angels and demons had erupted once more. After winning a small victory, Morgana had been brimming with confidence. But good times did not last. Not long after that victory, the enraged Kaisha had beaten Morgana into a rout and slaughtered all her subordinates.

Only Xue Yi and a few others, who had been monitoring Carl in the Styx Galaxy, had survived. Every other demon had been beaten into bloody pulp and could only be revived through dark data.

Whenever Morgana thought of it, her chest ached with rage.

"You need to watch out for those skirt-wearing brats. Those damn bitches are experts at brainwashing people. That big bitch Kaisha came up with something called genetic matching, and now the whole universe has gone crazy trying to find male gods for angels. A guy like you could drive her mad."

By this point, Morgana was visibly unable to sit still.

"No, the more I talk about it, the more uneasy I feel. Little Yuan, come with your big sister. Find somewhere safe, and I'll teach you everything about Demon civilization. With your brain, you'll soon become one of the strongest gods in the universe."

After saying that, she looked at Yuan expectantly. And honestly, Yuan was tempted.

What he lacked most right now was the knowledge of God-making civilizations. With the help of Morgana, the Demon Queen, he could save countless years.

His eyes flickered. Without much thought, he made his decision in the next moment. He nodded in agreement. Following Morgana away was the only choice before him now.

At the very least, judging from the Little Clock Morgana had given him access to, he had absolutely no ability to fight back against her.

If he could still struggle against one of Carl's projections, then Morgana before him was an insurmountable mountain.

Under Morgana's expectant gaze, Yuan nodded and said, "Fine, but I want to take them with me." He pointed toward the Taotie.

Their conversation had not deliberately avoided Bruis and the others. Every word had reached them loud and clear.

With Morgana favoring him, Bruis and the others had completely lost their value to Yuan. When they heard that Yuan had not abandoned them, surprise, gratitude, and countless other emotions surged through their hearts.

Bruis immediately led the remaining Taotie soldiers to one knee and cried out in prayer.

"Thank you for your mercy. We swear to defend your glory unto death!"

"We swear to defend your glory unto death!"

"Don't thank me. Thank Queen Morgana. Whether you can come or not still depends on her mood." As soon as he finished, everyone's gaze fell upon Morgana.

What could she say in a situation like this? She could only nod in agreement. Besides, she did not dislike the feeling.

"Wow!"

In the next moment, the Taotie soldiers could no longer contain their wild joy and began cheering where they stood.

Yuan shook his head and did not stop Bruis and the others from celebrating. He knew how much risk and pressure these Taotie had endured by following him this far.

This time, with Morgana here, even if something happened later, they would at least have someone to rely on.

Holding a piece of firewood in his right hand, he poked at the bonfire before him. After they had quieted down, Yuan slowly spoke.

"Since that's the case, Bruis, you have now completely broken free from Death God Karl. The name Taotie no longer suits you either."

"Please guide us, Your Excellency!" Bruis and the others did not object, because this had always been their pursuit. After falling silent for a moment, Yuan slowly uttered two words.

"Holy Spirit!"

"Thank you for your blessing. From this day forth, there shall no longer be Taotie under your command. In the name of the Holy Spirit, we shall spread your glory." Bruis and the others knelt reverently on the ground in deep salute.

Hearing this, Morgana's expression became extremely strange. She stared wide-eyed at Yuan as the firewood in her hand was crushed into powder.

Could this damn guy be an angel spy? Morgana wondered inwardly.

But she soon laughed and cursed herself for being an idiot. What kind of infiltrator would use a genius like this—one who possessed such limitless potential and had become a god through a spatial-temporal gene?

From the very first moment she had seen Yuan, she had sensed the radiance and warmth around him. Morgana was certain that if a god like him had come from the Angel Civilization's star systems, those skirt-wearing brats would have gone completely insane.

By then, not only the little angels—even that old monster Hexi would probably step in. She loved handsome male gods like this, let alone one who fit the angelic style so perfectly: a warm male god.

In the end, Morgana simply did not want to give up this opportunity. Once Yuan grew strong, Demon civilization would no longer fear even the Holy Kaisha. Even if he truly was a spy, Morgana would accept it. At worst, she would use her charm to completely conquer the man before her.

After all, she was Morgana—the woman who had conquered an entire civilization single-handedly through charm alone.

The incomparable Queen!

But in any case, Morgana's heart skipped a beat. Why does it feel like he doesn't quite fit with us demons? Could it be that he doesn't approve of Demon civilization?

Thinking of this, Morgana looked at Yuan, who appeared especially radiant and warm in the firelight, and felt even more certain that she was right.

"No, I should let him deal less with those crude brutes in the future. Worst comes to worst, I'll alter those idiots' genes and let Little Yuan lead them against the angels."

At the thought of those scenes, Morgana happily squeezed her legs together and chuckled.

"Queen! Queen!" Seeing Morgana grinning foolishly to herself, Yuan clutched his head and called out. Why did this Queen seem a little unreliable?

"Ah, oh, what is it?" Morgana came back to her senses, completely unconcerned by the strange look in Yuan's eyes.

"Didn't you say we needed to leave quickly? If possible, let's go now."

Yuan had never forgotten Carl's words. Once he sided with Morgana, he would inevitably face Angel Queen Kaisha. Was she truly the King of Gods?

Although Yuan had once rather chuunibyo-ly given himself the title King of Gods in the database, he did not think he was qualified for it yet.

So, whether out of wariness toward the angels or because he did not want to remain here any longer, Yuan felt that they should leave as soon as possible.

"Ha, you're right. Since you're all ready, we might as well leave now. Ato, open it for me!"

Before Morgana had even finished speaking, her expression fell. Ato was already dead, and nearly all the demons were gone as well. Only two or three little ones were still drifting about outside.

"Ugh, we can only rely on the Little Clock. We have to cross dozens of star systems. This is going to be a lot of work."

With a bitter expression, Morgana began operating in the Dark Dimension. Before long, one wormhole after another transported away the current Holy Spirit clansmen.

Just as it was Yuan's turn, an accident occurred. Morgana let out a startled cry.

"Holy shit, why can't the Little Clock analyze you?!"