"Huh? Who’s the smoky-eyed lady? Is she here to sing in a rock band?"

Xin Zhao went straight for the throat. He raised a brow as he looked at Morgana’s hologram.

"Shh! That’s Morgana. She’s evil, really evil. Back when I screwed up, Panzhen always used Morgana to scare me!"

Leona looked pitiful as a few unpleasant memories came back to her.

"People of Earth, my honored people of Earth, open those bright eyes of yours and take a good look at me!"

"With this waist, this body, this face, do I look like a bad person?"

"I’m not a bad person at all. Greatest evil in the universe, my ass!"

"That was all pinned on me by Kayle, that old bitch! Every bit of it was a trumped-up charge!"

"But who’s ever cared about the truth? Hah. None of you know the truth at all!"

"There’s only one real truth..."

"The only reason Kayle’s always been dead set on killing me is because, she’s jealous of me!"

"She’s jealous that I’m younger than her. She’s jealous that I’m prettier than her. She’s jealous that when we were in school, all the cute guys in the class next door liked me instead of her old ass!"

The woman, who looked like the lead singer of a death-metal band, posed and preened as she rattled off Kayle’s sins.

"Kayle, remember that last night when Super Seminary moved out of Angel City and we threw that huge party? All the big names at the academy were there. Want to guess who was the only one nobody invited?"

The woman, still looking like a heavy-metal frontwoman, planted one hand on her hip and pointed the other straight at Kayle’s nose as she sat on her sacred throne.

"That’s right, you, Kayle!"

"Everybody hated you, and you didn’t even know it!"

Before Kayle could answer, the "rock singer" had already answered her own question for her, giving Kayle no chance to respond at all.

"Heh..."

Faced with her constant provocation, Kayle merely let out a cold, faint laugh from her throne.

"Morgana, you’ve always been this rash and restless. That is why you keep losing. That is why your demons keep losing. You and your followers have no future worth speaking of."

Kayle was certain that the future awaiting this "rock singer" would be a miserable one. There was only one reason, Morgana, the enemy of angels and queen of demons, had provoked someone she could never hope to handle.

Someone with absolute power.

Herself.

The great queen of angels, the great Queen of the Gods, the strongest being in the known universe, Sacred Kayle.

"Enough, bitch!"

"I didn’t come here to listen to you preach!"

Morgana knew that if this kept going, these stupid humans might actually get brainwashed by Kayle’s so-called righteous order. There was only one way for Morgana to beat Kayle and walk out of this alive.

Do not let Kayle speak.

"This isn’t your Angel Nebula!"

"And it sure as hell isn’t your Merlot Heavenly Court. This is Earth, a free planet!"

"Here, you don’t get to make choices for anybody on this world!"

Morgana screamed herself hoarse at Kayle.

"Sigh..."

After hearing Morgana out, Kayle let out a quiet sigh.

"Morgana, stop trying to run. My flaming-class weapons have already locked onto you. You’re dead."

After that sigh, Sacred Kayle delivered her final ultimatum.

"Of course, you can always do what you’ve done before, throw your demon army out as bait so you, queen of the strays, can make another escape."

There was open mockery in Sacred Kayle’s voice.

"To hell with you, Kayle! Me and my demons live together and die together!"

Morgana still refused to submit to Sacred Kayle. Even after hearing that ten flaming-class weapons were locked on and Judgment could be launched at any moment, she still wouldn’t bow her head.

"Ato, check for me. Are we locked onto by anything?"

After putting on the image she wanted to present, Morgana turned to ask her subordinate, the demon swordsman Ato.

"Your Majesty, according to the system readout, we’re currently locked onto by at least ten flaming-class weapons. Our situation is very dangerous."

After confirming the situation, Ato reported to Morgana.

"Ten?!"

"Are you out of your minds?! Hurry, move our battleship over Juxia City. Get the ship as low to the ground as possible. The people down there will help us resist Kayle!"

"They’ll never accept wiping out the greatest evil if it means taking a whole city of millions down with it!"

Morgana wiped the sweat from her forehead. What did it mean to have ten flaming-class weapons locked onto you? Probably that, in the entire universe, there wasn’t a second person besides Morgana who got treated to that kind of luxury.

"As you command, my Queen..."

As the loyal hound of Demon Queen Morgana, Ato would obey Morgana’s orders with everything he had.

Only...

"My Queen, as much as I truly want to move the battleship over Juxia City..."

"I’m afraid we can’t do that right now..."

Ato looked at Morgana with helplessness in his eyes.

"What? What happened?"

Morgana stared at Ato in confusion, but a bad feeling had already started rising in her chest.

"My Queen, our ship has been locked down by spacetime power. We can’t make any spatial jumps at all."

"And our propulsion system has been pinned by an invisible force."

"That force is overwhelming. Even our ship can’t fight against it..."

"That means we can’t move forward at all..."

Ato was helpless, but every word he spoke was true. When it came to the queen he loved most, Ato dealt only in facts.

"What the hell? Did that bitch Kayle already track our movements and crack our ship?"

"No, that can’t be right! That shouldn’t be possible!"

"Even Sacred Kayle shouldn’t be able to decrypt my ship..."

"There’s definitely something wrong here. Unless..."

"Unless I’ve got a mole close to me?!"

"I knew it. It has to be that bastard Karthus. He sold me out!"

Morgana’s mind raced, spinning out one scenario after another, including plenty where Karthus betrayed her. In truth, Morgana had always believed Karthus would betray her eventually. What she hadn’t known was who he’d sell her to, or what method he’d use. Now, in her mind, it had all become crystal clear.

"Stop guessing, Morgana!"

"This country is my turf. I don’t allow overpowered gods like you to throw your weight around here!"

"Here’s a little advice. If I were you, I wouldn’t stick around on Earth for another second. I’d leave immediately and head someplace as far from Earth as possible!"

Just as Morgana’s thoughts ran wild, a voice full of authority echoed directly inside her mind.

"Who?! Who said that?"

Morgana’s expression changed at once, her pupils tightening. She could hardly believe that anyone in this world could crack through her bio-engine and speak directly into her head.

"Stop looking around. You’re already staring at me, aren’t you?"

Jovian smiled at the holographic Morgana before him.

"You are?!"

Morgana’s eyes shook as she looked at Jovian.

"Who I am isn’t important. What matters is that as long as I’m standing here, you’re not doing a damn thing."

Jovian waved a hand. He had absolutely no intention of answering Morgana’s question.

"You..."

Morgana looked displeased. She considered herself a beauty, and yet this heavenly gorgeous woman was being addressed by Jovian in such a cold, serious tone. Honestly, it stung. What hurt was not his tone, but the possibility that her charm had faded so much that it no longer worked on someone like him.

"All right, enough getting sidetracked. Since Morgana has shown herself, then I think there’s only one thing we should be discussing now."

"People of Earth, do you intend to stop us from executing Morgana?"

"At Morgana’s current position, if we use Judgment on her, we would cause roughly one hundred thousand casualties, but..."

"If that is the price, then I believe it is worth paying."

Kayle calmly calculated the losses that would follow if Judgment were launched.

In Kayle’s eyes, trading a mere hundred thousand lives for Morgana’s death was an incredible bargain.

"No. Absolutely not!"

Before Jovian could speak, General Du Couteau spoke first. His attitude was completely firm. Sacrificing a hundred thousand people was something he would never allow.

"Be quiet!"

"This is a place where gods speak. A powerless mortal like you has no right to interrupt!"

Kayle looked at General Du Couteau with utter calm. In Kayle’s eyes, Du Couteau was nothing more than a war broker. To her, men like him reeked of corruption no less than Morgana herself.

"I..."

After Kayle said that, General Du Couteau shut his mouth.

Yes. Right now he was just a mortal. No, even if he were not a mortal, he still had no right to interfere in a conversation involving the Queen of the Gods, the eternal Sacred Kayle. Kayle existed on a level completely beyond his reach.

"Now then, let’s talk about Morgana."

Kayle shifted her long, beautiful legs slightly and looked toward Jovian as she asked.

Perhaps on all of Earth, the only one Kayle considered worth speaking to was Jovian.

As for someone like Garen, a future chief god who had not grown into his power yet?

Heh...

A future chief god who had not matured was still just that, a future chief god.

No matter how gifted he was, no matter how limitless his potential seemed...

Potential was not the same thing as a chief god.

"I think both of you have misunderstood something..."

Jovian looked at Kayle, then at Morgana’s projection.

"You seem to have forgotten that this country, this planet, it’s all my turf. This is not a place for angels and demons to settle old scores!"

Jovian made it clear that he had no intention of giving either Kayle or Morgana any face.

"Should I take that to mean you do not welcome angels as guests on Earth?"

After hearing Jovian’s words, a trace of indifference flashed through Kayle’s expression.

"No, you’ve misunderstood again..."

"I welcome you to Earth as guests, whether you’re angels or demons. I don’t turn visitors away."

"But I hope you understand one thing, you are guests. I am the host here."

"And guests should follow the host’s lead. As the Queen of the Gods, I doubt that’s a principle you fail to understand."

Jovian looked at Kayle and explained himself with perfect patience.

"..."

After hearing Jovian out, Kayle closed her mouth.

"Well, we..."

Even the guardian angels looked at one another without being able to say a word. By the standards of their sacred order of justice, there was nothing wrong with what Jovian had said.

"Hahahaha..."

"Kayle, look at you, completely speechless..."

"This is killing me. But..."

"This handsome god is right. As guests, we came here as guests, so we ought to act like guests. None of us are the masters of this planet!"

"Kayle, stop wearing that sour face like the whole damn universe owes you money."

Morgana let Kayle have it, acting as if she were suddenly standing on the side of justice, on Jovian’s side.

"Since you all understand my reasoning, and agree with it..."

"Then now we move on to the practical lesson."

Right as Morgana was getting excited, Jovian dumped a bucket of cold water right over her head.

"The practical lesson?"

A trace of panic flashed through Morgana.

"Oh?"

Kayle narrowed her eyes, clearly intrigued by what Jovian meant.

"Earth is not a place where outside gods, outside aliens like you, can come whenever you please and leave whenever you please!"

Jovian’s face went cold as he spoke to both Kayle and Morgana.

"So what exactly do you want to do?"

Kayle looked straight at Jovian. She had a feeling he was about to surprise her.

"Don’t get the wrong idea..."

"I just want you to experience a little of Earth’s classic culture."

"I’m sure that after you’ve had a taste of it, both of you will fall helplessly in love with this place!"

Jovian smiled faintly at Kayle and Morgana. He had already entered fighting mode.

"Experience Earth culture?"

"Sure! That’s great. I’ve always wanted to experience Earth culture, but I never had the chance. This is perfect, now I’ve got you to help me!"

Morgana scratched her head. Truth be told, she really did like Earth culture, and she honestly wanted to experience it.

"Oh?"

Jovian gave Morgana a more serious look. Out of everyone here, she was the first person to thank him before the "cultural experience" had even started.

"So what kind of culture are we talking about?"

Morgana asked curiously.

"Have either of you ever heard of a marching-band drumline?"

The corners of Jovian’s mouth lifted. He looked at Morgana and Sacred Kayle with warm, benevolent eyes.

Today, both of them were getting the lesson together.

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