"Angel, Yan"
As he watched Yan rushing towards the demon Andrew, Ethan remained silent.
"Angel Yan? Stealing my heart? What nonsense!" Ethan glanced towards Angel Yan. Another winged figure followed closely behind, attacking Andrew. The demon had no chance to retaliate.
Ethan couldn't help but admire the angels' genes. Their speed and strength were unmatched by demons of the same level. The known universe's strongest wasn't a mere rumor.
"Aiden, any updates?"
"Sorry, boss. When that female angel approached, I couldn't detect her at all. Their technology far surpasses ours. I can only deduce from their actions that their power and speed far exceed that of the demons."
"Hmm, it's fine. Angels are, after all, the strongest civilization in this so-called known universe. Gather more data; it will be useful for us in the future. The two targets that appeared outside Nova must be them, so the crisis should be temporarily averted."
"Notify Mikhail that the crisis is over, and tell Nicholas and the others to return to the camp for treatment. I'll meet the angels."
"Roger that, boss."
Meanwhile, the battle was nearing its end.
"Angel Yan, you witch! Don't think you can kill me. Queen Mone will revive me! Hahaha."
Demons couldn't contend with angels of the same level, let alone with Yan and Mo Yi's full support from the Celestial Blade system. Andrew soon found himself overwhelmed.
Suddenly, the sky filled with lightning, converging on the flaming sword in Yan's hand. She rolled her eyes.
"Target: Andrew. Charging thunder energy."
"Calculation complete. Thunder energy charging complete. Execute?"
"Execute!"
In what seemed a slow dialogue but occurred in an instant, Ethan saw bolts of lightning shoot towards Andrew.
The resulting crackling sound marked the end. Andrew's body was completely disintegrated, electrocuted beyond recognition. The seemingly ordinary lightning bolts were, in fact, a result of Yan's computation, loading a gene-decomposition program into the thunder energy.
Ethan raised an eyebrow at the sight.
As he approached, Yan finished her attack and moved closer to Ethan.
"So, kid, after seeing your sister's heroic demeanor, are you not awestruck?" She approached Ethan, extending a delicate finger to lift his chin with a playful tone.
The scene unfolded thusly: Ethan (190cm), slightly leaning back and instinctively retreating a step, and Angel Yan (178cm without heels, 185cm with heels), slightly leaning forward, left hand on her hip, right hand's finger lifting Ethan's chin.
Time seemed to stand still.
Nearby, Angel Mo Yi's face reddened as she blinked repeatedly, like a camera. She thought to herself, "Wow, wow, it's starting! Yan's signature move. I need to record this for the sisters. But something feels off; why are they both frozen?"
Meanwhile, Ethan and Yan remained in this posture for several seconds, each feeling like an eternity. Ethan was purely startled by Yan's forward behavior. He knew Yan was a seasoned angel, but he never expected this. As the leader of Nova, no one had ever dared to act so casually towards him, leaving him somewhat dazed.
In Yan's mind, she was puzzled by Ethan's lack of reaction. This wasn't how things usually went. Typically, her teasing would either cause the target to retreat or someone would intervene, leading to a flustered reaction. But she had never encountered someone who remained motionless under her touch, leaving her thinking, "Hey, isn't he supposed to react? How am I supposed to continue?"
The scene continued for a while until Mo Yi, sensing something was off, coughed a few times.
"Ahem, ahem, ahem."
The cough snapped both Ethan and Yan back to reality. Yan quickly withdrew her finger, standing upright.
Ethan had no significant reaction. Although momentarily flustered by Yan's behavior, he quickly recovered. He realized he had been teased by Yan, something no woman had dared to do in his hundred years of leadership. Despite many women admiring him, Ethan had never been close to any of them, as if he had no such needs.
Without changing his expression, Ethan straightened his posture and looked at Yan and Mo Yi.
"Are you angels?"
Yan's eyes flashed with a hint of shyness, thinking, "You insolent kid, you'll pay for this later!" She clenched her fists in her mind.
"As you can see, I'm Angel Yan."
"And I'm Angel Mo Yi."
After Mo Yi introduced herself, Yan continued.
"We were engaged in our fourth war against the demons. Due to their defeat on the frontlines, the demons under Mone scattered. We tracked Andrew here, but that's no longer important."
"Now, I need you to answer something truthfully. If you lie, I will enact justice..." Yan's smile faded, becoming increasingly serious, eventually displaying a murderous intent.
Ethan raised an eyebrow at this.
Yan's keen eyes didn't miss Ethan's reaction, a glint of determination in her eyes.
In fact, when Yan observed Ethan's battle with Andrew from above Nova, she had scanned the entire planet. The results made even her momentarily greedy. This planet not only contained abundant resources precious to angelic civilization but also large deposits of dark silver and pure silver, crucial for forging dark celestial silver blades. They even found unknown metals and substances not yet discovered by angels.
But Yan's sense of justice brought her back to reality. Even with dark celestial silver, which angels were forbidden to trade, they wouldn't seize it by force if it belonged to someone else, as long as it didn't spread.
So Yan purely intended to scare Ethan to avenge her earlier embarrassment.
"What is it?"
Ethan asked seriously.
"The dark celestial silver weapon you possess, where did it come from? Do you know that this material is forbidden by angelic decree?" Yan pointed to the weapon in Ethan's hand, exuding murderous intent.
Ethan remained expressionless as he replied.
"Do I need to report the resources of my own planet to you angels?"
As he spoke, Ethan had Aiden prepare a nuclear bomb buried near Nova. Its power was sufficient to destroy any threat to Nova, though it would likely lead to the angels completely obliterating Nova afterward.
But even so, Ethan would not yield! The resources of Nova wouldn't be given to anyone, not even angels!
Hearing Ethan's words, Yan's face first showed surprise, then she stood up.
"Interesting. You're an interesting child!" She said with a peculiar glint in her eye.
This was the first time in five thousand years Yan had encountered a civilization daring to reject an angel's request. Moreover, this civilization's internal structure was filled with justice, and its leader was...
Yan extended her hand, seemingly intending to pat Ethan on the shoulder, but Ethan frowned and grabbed her hand, preventing any further action.
Surprised by Ethan's grip, Yan saw his serious expression and laughed softly, blowing into his ear.
"Is my hand soft?"
Ethan continued to look at her seriously without speaking, still gripping her hand tightly.
"Hmph, let go already! We need to discuss important matters," Yan glared at Ethan, who silently released her hand.
"Alright, let's get to business. I was just scaring you. We angels don't need to resort to stealing from others. But there's bad news for you!" Yan checked her right hand where Ethan had gripped it, giving him a sidelong glance.
"I detected that Andrew had sent this planet's coordinates to Mone. I'm sure Nova's resources are an irresistible temptation for her, so she will definitely come. When she does, she will spread the demon gene virus."
"The consequence will be your entire population of one billion turning into first-generation warriors, with at least hundreds of thousands of second-generation and a few third-generation. This outcome is terrifying."
"If that happens, even we angels might fail."
Yan's expression was extremely serious, causing Ethan's heart to race. The thought of being targeted by Mone was hard to accept.
"Prepare yourselves. Time is short. The angels will protect you. I need to report to Holy Kaisa. I'm sure Queen Kaisa will make the right decision. See you soon!"
"Mo Yi, let's go!"
With that, Yan and Mo Yi shot into the sky, leaving Ethan's hair tousled by the resulting gusts.