The Birth of the Holy Spirit!

"Angels?" Yuan murmured to himself.

"That's right, those damned b*tches. Sharper than a dog's nose, they're like ghosts, everywhere," Morgana said, grinding her teeth in hatred when she mentioned angels.

However, rather than hating angels in general, she hated Kaisha more – her stubborn yet despairingly powerful sister, Kaisha.

Thousands of years ago, angels and demons erupted in holy war once more. After a small victory, Morgana was full of high spirits. But good times didn't last long. Not long after her victory, Morgana was routed by a ruthless Kaisha, fleeing in disarray, with even her subordinates annihilated.

Only Xueyi and a few others survived by monitoring Karl in the Styx Galaxy; all other demons were reduced to blood mist, only able to be revived through dark data.

Every time Morgana thought of this, her chest ached with anger.

"You need to be careful of those short skirts. Those damned b*tches are masters of brainwashing. Kaisha, that big b*tch, invented some kind of gene matching, and the whole universe went crazy looking for male gods for angels. Someone like you could probably make her obsessed."

As she spoke, Morgana clearly became restless.

"No, the more I talk about it, the more uneasy I feel. Little Yuan, come with me. We'll find a safe place, and I'll teach you all the knowledge of the demon civilization. With your brain, you'll quickly become one of the strongest gods in the universe."

After speaking, she looked at Yuan with anticipation. And to be honest, Yuan was tempted.

Currently, what he lacked the most was knowledge from god-making civilizations. With the help of Morgana, the Demon Queen, he could save countless years.

His eyes flickered slightly, and without further thought, he made his decision in the next moment. He nodded, agreeing. Leaving with Morgana now seemed like the only option.

At the very least, from the little clock that Morgana had granted him permissions on, he was completely powerless against her.

If he could struggle against Karl's phantom, then the Morgana before him was a mountain he couldn't surmount.

Under Morgana's expectant gaze, Yuan nodded and said, "Okay, but I want to bring them with me." Yuan pointed in the direction of the Taotie.

The two of them did not deliberately avoid Bruis and the others; every word they spoke was heard clearly by everyone.

With Morgana's favor, Bruis and the others had lost all their value to Yuan. Hearing that Yuan hadn't abandoned them, surprise, gratitude, and countless emotions surged through their hearts.

Bruis immediately led the remaining Taotie soldiers to kneel on one knee, praying with a loud voice:

"We thank you for your mercy, and we will swear to defend your glory with our lives!"

"We will swear to defend your glory with our lives!"

"Don't thank me, thank Queen Morgana. After all, whether she agrees or not depends on her mood." After saying this, all eyes turned to Morgana.

In this situation, what else could she say? She could only nod in agreement, though she wasn't resistant to this feeling in the first place.

"Whoosh!"

In the next moment, all the Taotie soldiers could no longer contain their overwhelming joy, and they all cheered on the spot.

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

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

He picked up a dry twig with his right hand and poked the campfire in front of him. After they quieted down, Yuan slowly spoke.

"Since that's the case, Bruis, you have now completely escaped from Death God Karl. The name Taotie is no longer suitable for you."

"Please indicate, Your Excellency!" Bruis and the others did not object, as this was their long-held pursuit. After a moment of silence, Yuan slowly uttered two words.

"Holy Spirit!"

"Thank you for your blessing. From now on, there will be no Taotie under your command. We will spread your glory in the name of the Holy Spirit." Bruis and the others knelt respectfully on the ground, performing a great ritual.

Hearing this, Morgana's expression became extremely strange. She widened her eyes and looked at Yuan, crushing the dry twig in her hand into powder.

Is this f*cking an angel spy? Morgana thought to herself.

However, she soon laughed, calling herself an idiot. What kind of spy would use such a genius, a god with the promising achievements of space-time genes?

From the moment she first saw Yuan, she had smelled the radiance and warmth emanating from him. Morgana was certain that if such a god came from the Angel Civilization's territory, those short skirts would go completely insane.

At that point, not to mention the little angels, even that old fox Hexi would probably have to get involved. She loved such handsome male gods the most, especially such a warm male god who fit the angelic aesthetic so perfectly.

Ultimately, Morgana was unwilling to give up this opportunity. Once Yuan grew up, the demon civilization would no longer fear her Sacred Kaisha. Even if he were a spy, Morgana would accept it; at worst, she would use her charm to completely conquer this man.

After all, she was Morgana, who had conquered a civilization single-handedly, relying only on her charm!

An unparalleled queen!

But to sum it up, Morgana's heart skipped a beat at this moment. Why does he feel a bit out of place with us demons? Does he not agree with the demon civilization?

Thinking of this, she looked at Yuan, who was exceptionally bright and warm under the firelight, and Morgana felt more and more that her thoughts were reasonable.

"No, I should have him interact less with those crude guys in the future. At worst, I'll modify the genes of those idiots and let little Yuan lead them to fight the angels."

Thinking of those scenes, Morgana happily crossed her legs and chuckled.

"Queen, Queen!" Looking at the giggling Morgana, Yuan covered his head and shouted. He secretly thought to himself that this queen seemed a bit unreliable.

"Ah, oh, what is it?" Morgana snapped back to attention, 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 Karl's words: relying on Morgana meant inevitably confronting the Angel Queen Kaisha, and whether she was the true King of Gods.

Although Yuan had once pretentiously given himself the title of King of Gods in the database, he didn't think he had the qualifications now.

Therefore, whether out of fear of the angels or a desire not to stay in this place any longer, Yuan felt it was best for them to leave as soon as possible.

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

Before Morgana could finish speaking, her expression fell. Ato was already dead, and the demons were basically all wiped out, leaving only two or three small ones floating around.

"Sigh, I can only rely on the Space-Time Clock. This will span dozens of galaxies, so I'll be busy."

With that, Morgana put on a pained expression and began operating in the Dark Dimension. Soon, wormholes began to transport the current Holy Spirit Clan members away one by one.

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

"What the hell, why can't the Space-Time Clock analyze you!"