The real world.
All the angels stared at Celestine on the Light Screen in disbelief.
To know slaughter through slaughter, to stop slaughter with slaughter?
Was that something an angel could say?
Wipe out every xenos besides humanity.
Then you, an angel, were not included either.
"She is not an angel!" the angels declared.
Angels were kind and righteous, not extremists.
"See? This is what angels really look like." Upon Wings of the Demon, Morgana pointed at the Light Screen and burst into laughter before her daemon underlings.
Yun Ming was greatly surprised.
A Living Saint could actually say something like that.
But considering the nature of Chaos's power, it seemed rather reasonable.
"In short, make slaughter a part of you, rather than becoming part of slaughter." Celestine watched Simulation Yun Ming. "Do you understand what I mean?"
"You mean I cannot become a slave to slaughter. I roughly understand." Simulation Yun Ming nodded thoughtfully, carrying his Power Sword as he walked toward the battlefield.
"Wait!"
Celestine stopped Simulation Yun Ming and asked sternly, "You touched my face earlier. You still have not told me why."
"..."
Simulation Yun Ming fell silent.
"You are pretty. I just wanted to touch you!"
That was his answer, after which he continued rushing toward the battlefield.
It was obvious that Simulation Yun Ming was not in a good state. His brows were tightly furrowed, as though he were suppressing something.
Yet Celestine caught up with him. "I can sense that powerful desire of yours. Did you forget what I just said?"
Simulation Yun Ming stopped. The Power Sword in his hand fell to the ground, and as though he could no longer endure it, he abruptly turned around, cupped Celestine's cheeks, and leaned in.
"You—"
Celestine looked utterly stunned as she stared at