Chapter 103 Chapter 103 Whose good baby is this? ...

The power began to explode from one point, like the calm sea finally began to boil, and everything in front seemed to be paving the way for this arrow.

The black flames burned explosively, igniting the barrier in front of the archangel. The surroundings seemed to have become the black flames' home turf. Finally, the flames touched the flesh net connecting his body. At that moment, there was a sizzling sound of corruption and collapse.

The Archangel, who had nowhere to hide at this moment, realized that it was not just his own power that was collapsing.

The many wings behind him were like withered flowers, and the feathers were falling one by one. In another space, the "god" who only opened a pair of eyes moved his pupils slightly, and his greedy gaze slowly moved from Amos and Xiao Chuzao in the distance to the extremely panicked Archangel.

At this moment, the huge red eyes seemed to be enjoying the show, regarding everything as ants - whether it was Amos and the little cub in the distance, or the 'angels' who had occupied the magpie's nest in the Angel Realm.

He only needed to generate despair and plunder power. He didn't care what these guys thought or what their attitudes were. Whether they respected him or resisted him, it was not worth mentioning to him.

"No, no - I can still - I have successfully taken over the power of the angel, no - I can still go on -"

The Archangel's body and strength were collapsing, and the God-given stone beside him, which he called the Plunder Stone, was also shattered, and spatial distortion began to occur at the edges.

The cracks behind him also began to spread towards him. The polluted power that had originally allowed him to stay was now controlling his movements, melting and decomposing him bit by bit.

Watching his body crumble once again was a long and terrifying feeling.

Of course, it was only a few blinks of an eye, but it seemed particularly long to the Archangel.

He struggled to look over there and saw the tiny cub with six wings spread out.

Seraph -

The storefront he had worked so hard to decorate was easily taken by this little thing.

He didn't know if it was because his life had come to an end, but scenes from the past appeared before his eyes, flashing by like a kaleidoscope.

He was feeling proud of himself, but heard from other angels that a different little angel was born in the Angel Spring - not only did he have a different crown, but his powers were also different. Angels with different powers, the Archangel was very sure that he was the uncontrollable mutation.

But he is an angel, an angel recognized by the angel scepter, a true angel who controls the entire angel realm. At that moment, he had no way to deal with this little guy who was born with a name.

This is uncontrollable and cannot be educated away. If he grows up successfully and learns everything, he will cause the destruction of all the angels in the angel realm because they cannot be sincere to him and cannot hide the fact that they have replaced the angels.

At that moment, the Archangel came to this conclusion.

The tender little cub was sleeping soundly in the cradle, and the archangel was staring at him quietly from above, thinking: I will kill his soul bit by bit.

So, the archangel watched the little guy take off his crown in order to fit in, control his temper in order to fit in, cry out in disappointment again and again, be excluded and hurt again and again, and tremble with fear.

The color of the crown became darker and darker.

The Archangel was shaking with excitement - he had finally cast a shadow over this gem that had been exceptionally beautiful from the moment it appeared.

But in the end, the dim power of love and peace turned into a sharp and powerful arrow not far away, rushing towards them.

Countless points of light rising from the ground of the Angel Realm began to tear apart his strength and body. Countless points of light floated like dandelions all over the Angel Realm, touching the fleeing monsters that had participated in a "game of house" that had lasted for more than a hundred years, tearing them apart.

Those are the powers of the former natives of the Angel Realm who were buried here and suppressed.

The small wings behind Xiao Chuzao flapped, and he realized something was wrong, but before he could look back, his big eyes were fixed on that side - the archangel in the deep polluting power.

"No, it's impossible—" The Archangel stretched out his hand angrily, staring at Xiao Chuzao in horror, screaming in pain, and no longer had the disguised appearance he had originally put on. "That's impossible—"

But the next moment, his voice stopped abruptly.

At this moment, everything was silent. All sounds seemed to be absorbed by the power explosion of the God's Gift Stone that gradually distorted the space. Nothing could be heard.

The space behind the archangel expanded at that moment, like a guillotine, and with a click, the archangel's body was completely cut off - in the silence, the scene was extremely terrifying and weird.

Especially the pair of scarlet eyes hidden behind his back, but the gap did not have time to continue expanding. With the death of the archangel, the gap began to close continuously, and the force could not attack into the gap. A pair of greedy scarlet eyes were slowly closing at this moment, and at the last moment, they were still longing for flesh and blood.

“Beep…”

Little Chuzao was held by Amos, and he looked at Amos.

"What is that? Is that the...source of the pollution?"

Amos had just tried it, and the power here could not harm those eyes.

Even though those spots of light rushed out, they couldn't reach there.

It should be.

The source of pollution.

The Crown Clan has lost almost all of its members over the past thousands of years, a nightmare that they are unable to escape even now.

Amos's hand tightened slightly as he clenched the spiritual sword in his hand.

Countless stones bestowed by God formed a huge turbulence in time and space, and the shape of the interstellar space could be vaguely seen.

The entire angel realm is collapsing. The residents here died and were replaced hundreds of years ago.

After the final burst, the glow gradually dissipated.

There's no way to deal with that thing now, but they're getting closer, it's time to go back.

Amos thought.

At this moment, a huge ball of glow slowly emerged in front of them. The warm golden light gradually transformed into an androgynous figure. His long hair was scattered behind him, turning transparent at the very end. The halo above his head was looming, and behind him was the prototype of six wings.

This is the original Archangel of the Angel Realm.

He just looked at the cub quietly for a long time, then smiled gently.

"Chu - is the surname passed down by the Archangel."

The sound was very ethereal, as if it would disappear here at any time.

While the little cub was a little at a loss, he whispered the past in a few words - telling about how they discovered an alien race, which strangely appeared near their Angel Spring. They thought it was a different little angel. The angels were kind, simple and powerful. They were the counterpart of the interstellar crown family, responsible for dealing with some forces in the interstellar that had too much influence. Their only connection with the interstellar was the planet where the crown family lived, places like the Angel Realm, and there were also some spaces in the interstellar that corresponded to the immortal species.

Because they were isolated from the world, they were too naive and trusting. They tried hard to educate each other, but day after day, their power was silently plundered by the so-called plundering stone. In the end, the entire tribe was replaced, and all the angels died due to exhaustion. Those disguised monsters successfully replaced the entire tribe, and the Angel Realm was unable to make any response, and was even taken over as a matter of course.

There is not much they can leave behind, and no one in this world will even remember them.

The cub was a little baby sent from the habitat of the Interstellar Crown Clan. Although his spiritual power and bloodline belonged to the Crown Clan, he was born from the Angel Spring and possessed the characteristics of an angel. At that moment, the replacement of the entire clan had already taken place a long time ago, and the Angel Spring only instinctively gave away the surname that belonged to the Archangel's heritage.

"It's our fault—"

He spoke softly.

"I failed to allow you to be born and grow up in love."

He also glanced at Amos next to him.

It seemed as if he let out a very light sigh - why can't a foster child be treated as one's own?

"I--"

The little cub hesitated, a little at a loss, and just looked at each other.

A power that has dissipated like this can also have emotions.

"We can't do anything about that kind of pollution. The Angel Realm has lost its meaning of existence. Everyone is suffering in that kind of power. Take the Angel Source Stone back with you. It will be useful. Maybe, Zao Zao, maybe you are the most different one. Let's—"

As he spoke, countless real and unreal light points gathered behind him again, like stars in the sky chasing each other and shining on the little guy's golden crown.

"Finally, I crown you—"

The little crown family who once came to the angel realm——also the last angel recognized by all angels——

All the glory hopes to be bestowed upon you.

This is the last thing these desperate forces underground can do.

Xiao Chuzao only felt that the strength that was originally a little weak was gradually becoming stronger, and the Cupid's bow in his hand also underwent subtle changes. It looked not as round as before, but had a bit more sharpness.

The cub's crown is shining.

"Zao Zao will remember you."

Little Chuzao clenched his little bow and arrow, and at the last moment when he was protected by Amos and pressed his little head into his arms, he spoke to them.

Those sad emotions -

The gradually dissipating power seemed to be stunned for a moment.

In the end, Xiao Chuzao was exhausted due to excessive energy consumption and too many things had happened in the past few days. He was in Amos' arms, smelling the scent of Amos, and finally he slowly closed his eyes and began to fall asleep to adjust himself.

Before falling into a complete sleep, the crown on the cub's head flickered slightly, and then little Chuzao heard the last voice of the angels.

"Nice to meet you, little angel."

"Grow up well...bye."

The cub finally curled up in Amos' arms and closed his eyes.

Amos looked back. The silver-black crown protected the small golden crown in his arms. His powerful mental strength tore through the space that was constantly engulfing him and returned to the interstellar space.

interstellar--

Feman and Finney were wandering around the edge of pollution like headless flies.

The two of them, along with the other members of the Crown Family, couldn't help but start to get nervous.

Why is there no news?

Amos is missing?

Amos lost contact with Zao Zao?!

For the Crown Family, Amos can lose contact.

After all, considering His Majesty's strength, nothing can go wrong no matter what.

But Amos lost contact while holding Zao Zao.

The Crown Clan members who are very concerned about the only cub in the clan: ——No, Algae Algae!!

In a certain polluted area, the force of space was constantly vibrating and distorting, and something seemed to be about to break out of it.

The power radiated far away in an instant, almost reaching another unfamiliar star field.

Among the countless abandoned starship wreckage, there was a huge bloody figure as big as a hill hidden among them. His body was huge, dishevelled and messy, and his snow-white skeleton could be seen in many places. Above the huge body, there seemed to be smoke and dust surrounding his head.

In this power, two clusters of scarlet flames suddenly ignited in the hill-like figure. At that moment, he turned his head, looked in a certain direction, and let out an earth-shattering roar -

In another unfamiliar area, a race that was hiding nervously and in a panic was watching in despair as their fellow tribesmen were being devoured and eaten. They seemed to have heard such a roar and looked into the distance involuntarily.

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Little Chuzao was sleeping peacefully.

The little guy's strength is constantly increasing, and his body cannot withstand such a strong force. He has to start adapting by suppressing part of the strength to achieve a certain balance.

While sleeping, the little guy's mental strength seemed to be drawn and collided with a warm force.

How does it feel?

Xiao Chuzao didn't quite understand.

But from Amos's perspective, the little guy's crown was constantly flashing, and it had a familiar feel.

Amos carried the cub and stepped into the polluted planet. The moment he felt uncomfortable, he spread his wings and prepared to fly away with the little guy in his arms, looking for an area that could receive the signal from the Saint Cass Empire.

It was at this time that Amos felt such a familiar breath.

It's that kind of long-lost familiarity.

Amos hesitated and looked down at the little cub who was sleeping uneasy in his arms.

And the little guy did hear a familiar voice.

"Algae."

The voice was gentle, clear and soft.

"system?"

The little guy recognized the other person's voice in an instant.

Yes.

He was a little cub who was sent to the Angel Realm by the habitat to be born. The Angel Spring and the Angel Scepter were both deceived and only completed their own jobs to give birth to him. But until he returned here and was picked up by Papa in the habitat, Zaozao still didn't know where the system's voice came from.

Each race is different, and the habitat planets of the Crown Clan are also very different. The little cub thought for a moment and asked softly: "Are you the consciousness of the habitat planet?"

The little guy's mental power collided gently with the other party's power, and he rubbed against the other party very intimately.

What a warm power.

“Why do you say you are a system?”

"Habitat?"

The gentle voice seemed to smile.

"Our crown family's babies are really smart and will be smart babies in the future."

Little Chuzao was stunned.

Isn’t it?

"Why is it a system? Algae, this name was given to you by the Habitat, hoping that you would be like glowing seaweed, shining brightly from beginning to end. But the Habitat can no longer do anything. It has been polluted and its power has been plundered. There is not much it can do, and the Crown Clan is slowly walking on the road to death, becoming more and more desperate. Despair often reaches its peak when they die."

The power spoke again.

"We are constantly being induced into despair and giving up by a force that seems to come from the depths of the universe. When we finally die and return to our habitat, we will be suppressed and forced to watch our descendants repeat the same desperate path. Everything will only become more and more desperate - and that monster is becoming more and more excited and unscrupulous. Until this moment, it is still making us suffer and despair. He is satisfied, he is appreciating, he is directing everything -"

Xiao Chuzao slowly opened his eyes - that monster.

And...looking at the descendants?

Is the system the consciousness of which crown family?

"In fact, I have been hesitant before. I don't know how to introduce myself to you, because I am also heading towards despair, just like those crown clans that you, Zao Zao, have helped to raise."

The voice continued.

"Maybe - Zao Zao, you have heard my name from that bastard Amos."

Xiao Chuzao's mental strength seemed to be gently caressed.

"You should call me grandma."

This is Solan, Amos's mother and Xiao Chuzao's grandmother, who had passed away in despair a long time ago, and a member of the Crown Clan who returned to their habitat with pain in her heart.

grandmother?

The cub's eyes widened.

He listened to Solan talking about everything the habitat had done.

The habitat was no longer able to give birth to cubs, so it could only collect the spiritual power from the Crown Clan bit by bit. Finally, like in the past, it used Amos' spiritual power to give birth to a small Crown Clan, but it no longer had the conditions for the birth of cubs.

It could only send this tiny cub to the angel realm corresponding to the crown clan, and let this little cub be born and grow up in the angel realm.

But just like what the Holy Grail Clan once said, every race has its own uniqueness.

The habitat saw the little guy's future, the fall of Saint Cass, and the destruction of the Crown Clan.

He also saw how the little crown clan he had created with so much effort was raised to be like that.

When the habitat finally sent the little cub away, the last bit of Solan's mental power, who had passed away many years ago, followed and attached itself to the little cub's crown.

Just waiting to breed the next wave of strength and then bring this little guy back.

"I am too weak."

Solan said softly.

"And at that time, after facing death, I was numb to everything. I used to wonder how such a painful thing could happen, until I saw you. But grandma, there was nothing I could do. After following you to the place and making sure you arrived safely, I had to fall asleep and wait for further calls from the habitat."

Solan gently embraced the little cub's spiritual power with his last bit of spiritual power that was about to dissipate.

She was originally from the lost crown family and had no power to begin with.

After doing all this, the habitat was completely overdrawn.

"So grandma believes you, but is still a little hesitant."

Solan said.

"It seems not good for such a disappointing grandma to appear in front of Zaozao like this and leave such an impression on her - but grandma is leaving, just like grandma said - you can definitely do it, grandma always believes in Zaozao."

Solan originally planned to come and go lightly like an ordinary system, just like the impression she left on the children, and not leave too many traces of herself on the little guy. Maybe in the future, the little cub will hear from Amos and others about the powerful and brave Grandma Solan. That would be a wonderful image, right?

But in the end, they couldn't help themselves - this was the little baby that their Crown Clan had finally given birth to after thousands of years.

The little cub shivered slightly.

Xiao Chuzao seemed to hesitate for a long time, and finally spoke in a low voice.

"grandmother?"

"Um."

"Yes, it was grandma. Although grandma was of no use, she has always been with Zao Zao. From now on, let that bastard Amos protect you."

Solan chuckled.

"I don't think he will turn evil again now. He should have a good ending, right? Those tribesmen who died in pain and could not be relieved, Zao Zao, can you - free us from our pain?"

Including her.

In this pollution, they were plundered, suppressed, and endowed with pain and despair. Even after death, they were still immersed in such despair and pain and were suppressed.

But now grow up well, and walk to the end, to a new ending that even your habitat cannot predict.

"Grandma, did you ever talk to Zao Zao when she was younger?"

Xiao Chuzao finally couldn't help it because of this familiar feeling.

In response, Solan laughed softly. He slowly pushed the cub's mental power back and pulled it away from the little guy's crown. It seemed that it collided with Amos's mental power.

The cub's originally uneasy brows were slowly smoothed at this moment, just like when Solan was sent to the Angel Realm together with the little guy by the habitat.

Before she finally fell into a slumber in the cub's crown.

Gently rocking the cub's cradle, in the light and shadow of the angel's realm, humming softly and hopefully - "Rock, rock, rock, the crib is rocking gently, whose good baby is this?"

How on earth could that brat have such a cute and well-behaved little angel?

I can't figure it out, it's really abominable——

I really can't bear it——

How come the time we spend together is so short?

As Amos watched—

Little Chuzao finally struggled to open his eyes. The little guy's big eyes were filled with tears, and he couldn't control the tears rolling down.

"Grandma, ba ba, it's grandma——"

The little fellow stretched out his hands and hugged Amos' neck tightly, his hot and wet little face pressed into Amos' arms, he whimpered softly, choking with a little sob, the grown-up little crown clan member was looking back, trying to recall the memories that he had forgotten when he was too young.

He always thought he had nothing as a child.

but--

"Pa pa, the Zao Zao when she was a child... the Zao Zao when she was a child was not... nothing..." He had it, he had it from the beginning, he actually knew it, but he was too young and he forgot it.

On the afternoon before the Archangel arrived, the departed spiritual power came to a strange place, and before falling asleep, it gently pushed the small bed with its last bit of strength, whispering softly -

'Rocking, rocking, the crib is rocking gently, whose baby is this...a lovely baby...'