The silver threads pierced through the sky and earth. Although they looked fragile, almost imperceptible, Tiran couldn't help but feel a strange sensation when he looked at them.

That space seemed like a painting, and the silver threads slashed through the trees, land, mountains, everything, splitting them in half.

—As if the picture was being severed? How could someone in the painting cut through the painting they were in?

In an instant, Tiran caught a glimpse of the disparity between himself and the true Holy Rank.

The Sword of the Sky and the mark it left quickly vanished under the firm rule of the World Tree, and the segmented space was quickly filled, everything gradually returning to its original state.

"So, did we finally kill it?"

Aya's body swayed, barely managing to walk over and support herself against a tree to keep from falling. However, the drain of mana left her feeling intense dizziness and weakness, rendering her unable to stand steady. Her clothes were soaked in cold sweat, each drop falling from her forehead and leaving a trail of water marks under her feet.

Tiran, who had landed from the sky with his folded wings, was startled when he saw Aya. "I say, Aya, what's going on? Is it possible that you got too excited after seeing the Angel and...?"

"Get lost!" Aya was so angry that she almost took off her shoe to smack Tiran with it.

"Well, I was just casually saying something." Tiran shrugged, not caring about Aya's soaked clothes. He walked over and supported Aya, gently wiping away the beads of sweat on her face. "You've worked hard."

She could clearly tell that this was a consequence of casting a powerful magic. However, she hadn't anticipated that this magic would be so formidable. It could actually tear through space in The Realm, where the Holy Rank laws were completely sealed. Even if the Angel possessed immortality, it would have been severely injured.

The recovery power of the Golden Dragon was first-rate, and the vortex in its spiritual sea rapidly spun after the depletion of mana, quickly generating strands of magic to replenish the consumed part. Before long, Aya regained her ability to move normally.

"What about the Angel? What happened?"

At this moment, she remembered a critical character and looked up to ask. She had also seen the Angel's immortality, and it would be troublesome if it recovered. She wouldn't be able to cast such a large-scale magic again in a short time.

"Immortality but still injured." The Princess calmly came to a conclusion. "The power of immortality comes from the Goddess, and the World Tree is within the realm of the Elf God, which means the effect will definitely be weakened. The attack just now won't recover so quickly."

Following the traces of the slash, they eventually found the unconscious Angel on a shallow bank by the river. The Princess couldn't feel any hatred towards this person who had nearly killed her and chased her thousands of kilometers.

Faint golden blood left a chilling mark on the pebbles of the shallow bank. One side of Angel's pristine wings snapped, a terrifyingly long wound on her body slowly healing at a sluggish pace. The pure white feathers scattered around, making her appear particularly pitiful.

Of course, the pitiful appearance wasn't the main reason. The most important thing was...

"I knew something felt off when I stabbed her." Tiran walked over to the unconscious Angel on the ground, furrowed his brow, and rubbed his chin in contemplation for a moment. He tentatively picked up a piece of feather covering her body and glanced underneath before quickly covering it back up.

Oh my god, it really is the full package!

Once the divine light dissipated, Miss Angel's body was completely exposed, truly, there was nothing except the divine light!

Given this situation, how could one stay calm and think about how to deal with this Angel! At least the Princess and the Dragon Loli sister's minds were already filled with peculiar questions like "What should we do now?" "Why is she completely exposed?" "Won't she feel cold if she's not wearing any clothes?" "Why isn't she shy at all?"

The figure of an immature girl, the curve of her chest still showing signs of youth, a slim waist that could be held with one hand... All concealed beneath the waterfall-like golden hair and the fluttering white wings, faintly visible.

It could be said that aside from the wings and golden blood, she was a lovely human girl.

Gulp. Squatting beside the young girl, the Princess stared at the faintly trembling golden eyelashes due to pain and swallowed her saliva. Such a cute child...

Aya stood on the side, looking complicated. What should she do? Seeing this scene in front of her, she had the urge to call the police. Don't touch others without permission! She's just a child!

Taking a deep breath, the princess finally snapped out of her daze. She stood up with a stern face and turned to face Aya, forcefully placing her hands on Aya's shoulders. "Aya."

"Yes!" Aya was overwhelmed by the princess's presence and instinctively stood up straight, thinking that the princess had something important to say.

"Well... why don't we do something to her?" The princess spoke seriously and slowly.

"...I understand," Aya remained silent for three seconds, then suddenly jumped up and knocked the princess's head. "You are truly a complete pervert!"

...

"Altamis!"

Elf, sitting on the divine throne, suddenly heard an angry roar from outside the hall. Immediately after, a spear measuring five meters in length pierced through the tightly closed door, firmly embedding itself in the sturdy floor of the temple. A figure wearing a plain white dress formed on the ground next to the spear, gradually solidifying.

A radiant column of energy shot up into the sky, directly breaking through the dome of the hall. The figure in white clothes raised the spear without any hesitation and pointed it at the Elf god sitting on the divine throne. Though her face wore a smile, there was a clear indication of a raging dark aura.

"You better do something soon, otherwise I won't mind going to war with the Elf race." She said this with a smile, but her tone was anything but joking.

"Hey, there's no need to be so dramatic, right? You've brought out a real divine artifact..." The Elf god stared at the slender hand of the goddess holding the Brillian spear, his eyelids twitching. What she brought out wasn't a fake projection. "Do you really intend to start a divine war like this? Wasn't the mythological war ten thousand years ago enough?"

"Remember who violated the rules set back then. Attacking the messengers of the gods in the mortal world by any means necessary. Haven't you forgotten?"

During The Second Legendary War, a mixed race battle involving multiple races occurred, and the gods of various faiths also joined the fight. The horrifying power of the gods in relation to ordinary beings was fully revealed. Their actions were enough to destroy cities and nations, sending shivers down the spines of all living beings. In order to prevent a similar tragedy from happening again, the gods established a ceasefire treaty, with the most important provision being that the gods were not allowed to harm mortals.

"I didn't violate it!" The Elf god spread his hands. "Those two, one is a human and the other is a Golden Dragon. They have nothing to do with me."

"But you let them enter the World Tree, and... you gave them the Dragon Knight contract, didn't you?"

"Uh!" The Elf god's smile froze for a moment. Damn it, who snitched on me!

"Help me save Nana, and I won't hold you accountable for what you did before." The Goddess of the Light said coldly, retracting the spear.

"Speaking of which, I'm more curious about one thing." The Elf god suddenly wore a playful expression. "Why does the esteemed Goddess of the Light care so much about an Angel girl? Could it be that you two have a secret affair?"

"..." The hand of the Goddess of the Light trembled slightly, she took a step back, her eyes evading.

Seeing this reaction, the Elf god's face also darkened. Was it just something I casually mentioned? It can't be true, right?!

"Hey, you don't really..."

"Ah, what can I do? Being trapped in the divine court every day and not being able to roam freely is really boring!" The Goddess of the Light covered her head with her hands, feeling conflicted.

Indeed, since the end of the mythological war when the gods established the ceasefire called "Divine Compassion for Mortals," all the gods were restricted by this oath in their actions. After ten thousand years, not only the goddess but even the Elf god himself was bored to death.

But this kind of thing is too...

"I never expected you to be like this, Goddess of the Light." The Elf god covered his face. "Ares must be rolling in his grave."

Ares was another god of humans, wielding the spear known as the strongest divine artifact, Languinus. He was lost in a dimensional vortex during the battle against the Demon King in The First Legendary War. In the Elf god's impression, these two were originally a pair.

And besides, the Goddess and Angel together? The scene... it's so exciting. Not good, it seems like I'm getting excited too.

"In any case, hurry up!" the Goddess anxiously points at the screen, "What if something happens to Nana!"

"It couldn't be that bad, right?" Artemis sighs, spreading their hands, "They're both girls, not everyone is like you--"

"Then... why don't we do something to her?"

The sound from the live broadcast on the screen abruptly cuts off Elf's words.

...

"Ouch... it hurts."

Aya holds her head and squats on the ground, hmm, she doesn't even know why she had the courage to jump up and hit the Princess's head just now, and Tiran didn't expect it either, so he got hit.

-- So the next second, Aya gets punched.

"You're such an evil person," Tiran coldly snorts and claps his hands.

"It's clearly your own words that can easily be misunderstood!" Aya argues back, dissatisfied.

"I meant to come up with a way to deal with this Angel."

Tiran points to Angel Miss, who is still unconscious, "Her wounds are almost healed. If she wakes up and we start fighting again, she'll be prepared next time, and your trick won't be so easy to land."

"So what do we do? Should we kill her?" Aya furrows her brows.

Both master and servant shake their heads vigorously at the same time, no, they can't do that.

Speaking of which, being good-looking really is just and righteous, right? If she were ugly, she would have been killed with a sword by now, wouldn't she?

"I have an alternative plan." Tiran takes something out of his pocket and waves it in front of Aya.

When Aya sees that familiar-looking object, her expression first freezes and then becomes extremely frightened.

This thing can only be described as the beginning of her series of painful experiences!