Jiang Si stood firm as a pine tree, unyielding and unyielding. It wasn't her who was bleeding, nor was it her who was about to give birth. She looked at the second generation who was smiling broadly and exclaiming in surprise: "Little friends, didn't your master tell you to be composed, instead of making a fuss over everything and acting like a poor, ignorant person who has never seen the world?"

How dare someone like her compare herself to her, or even call her sister? She should take a good look at herself in the mirror and see what makes her worthy of her!

It's just bleeding, it's just childbirth, it's not like she's dead. Is it worth making such a fuss over something so trivial? Why would she threaten her with something so small?

She's not unfamiliar with the pain of being skinned and dismembered in the lab.

The second-generation disciple, scolded by Jiang Si, pouted, picked up his knife, and blinked his eyes, trying to look cute: "Sister, you're right. Master didn't tell me what composure is. The word he used to talk to me the most was 'sister.'"

He said his sister knew all kinds of supernatural abilities, including lightning, electricity, plants, devouring, wind, and so on. He liked his sister and said she was the best and most successful experiment.

"Our master told us to learn from our sister: not to be afraid of pain, hardship, or death. We can cut ourselves with a knife, conduct experiments on ourselves, and then provide the most accurate data for researchers to study!"

"Although we have never met her, we have always regarded her as our idol and role model."

Jiang Si braced herself on the Tang sword, the veins on the back of her hand bulging due to the pain in her stomach.

She endured the pain with a defiant strength: "My old friend, who knows me very well, did he tell you...?"

"Sister, you're bleeding more and more, your dress is all stained red!" The second-generation girl pointed at her dress and exclaimed in exaggerated surprise, "The blood has stained your dress and is flowing on the ground. Sister, don't you feel any pain? If you don't feel any pain, the baby still needs to come out. Are you just going to give birth standing up like this?"

“Let me tell you, sister, this child is your bloodline. What you’re doing is extremely irresponsible. If anything happens to the child, you’ll have nowhere to cry later.”

"Come with me. Don't worry, we have the same genes and the same mental strength, so we're like sisters. I won't be like that idiot from the first generation who hurt you. I genuinely consider you my older sister and sincerely want to take you back to find our master and live together!"

That little brat, her words are even better than her singing.

He just talks big, paints a rosy picture, and then sprinkles sesame seeds on top of that. Does he think she's stupid?

Her old friend had someone take things that were supposed to counter her: the God-Devouring Needle and the God-Devouring Water. One was to deal with her, and the other was to deal with Yan Liu. They had come prepared and planned this all along.

The immortal vampire was probably held back by another group of his people.

That's great! More than 3,000 years have passed, and her old friend is still alive and remembering her. It's truly her honor and her blessing.

"Why all the nonsense? Don't you know villains die from talking too much? She's already done for. Hurry up and take her down! Lock her in the vessel and make her completely lose her fighting ability!" Ling Hong darted from behind the Second Generation to his side, yelling at him. She was not satisfied with the Second Generation's dawdling, but more so because she was afraid that things might get complicated if she delayed. If that stinky zombie gave birth and regained her strength, she would really be torn to pieces and burned as firewood.

The second-generation heir turned around and slapped Ling Hong across the face. His expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book. He shouted, "Who do you think you are? Do you need to tell me what to do?"

"You even took her down and locked her in a vessel. Who do you think you are? What right do you have to tell her what to do and lock her up there?"

Ling Hong was stunned by the beating. With her face swollen and red, she stared at the second-generation heir: "Master ordered us to capture her at all costs. If you hesitate like this, Master will blame you, and you'll be in danger!"

"Slap!" The second-generation leader slapped him again with his backhand: "You traitor to your own people, you killed the tree that grew from the same root and nourished you, what right do you have to talk to me about the master?"

"You think you can gain your master's trust, you traitor? What kind of pipe dream are you having? What nonsense are you thinking!"

Ling Hong was slapped twice in a row, both slaps landing on the same spot. Half of his face was swollen and red like a steamed bun. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the second-generation rich kid. Everyone bullied him, everyone thought he was easy to bully, and everyone slapped him in the face.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the second-generation heir shook off the hand that had hit him, turned around and smiled shyly and embarrassedly at Jiang Si, saying, "I'm sorry, sister. My newly recruited little brother is ignorant and always thinks he's different and capable. I'm sorry for making you laugh."

What does it have to do with her if they fight like dogs?

It's better to bite them to death.

"Don't laugh, can you do me a favor?" Jiang Si felt the blood mixed with amniotic fluid flowing out more and more, her legs were soaked in blood, the smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger, and the pain was getting more and more intense.

The second-generation's eyes lit up: "It is my honor to serve you, sister. Tell me what you want me to do, and I will never refuse."

Jiang Si raised her hand and pointed at Ling Hong: "Kill him!"

The second-generation heir pouted and feigned a cute, coquettish expression: "Sister, aren't you making things difficult for me? Although he's just a tree, our newly recruited underling, he's not very capable or competent, but when it comes to betraying people, he's still quite ruthless and treacherous!"

"You want me to kill him? I can't do it. Please don't be angry."

"Don't be angry, I'll do it myself!" Jiang Si supported her stomach with one hand and raised the knife with the other. Thick, warm blood flowed down her leg. Her powerful spiritual energy, accompanied by a strong smell of blood, murderous aura, and knife energy, directly threatened the Second Generation and Ling Hong.

The second generation appears innocent and naive, but in reality, they are vicious, skilled at disguise, acting cute, and pretending to be well-behaved, and their abilities surpass those of the first generation.

Faced with such powerful mental strength, her expression changed slightly, and she used all her strength to resist Jiang Si's attack.

The powerful spiritual force directly suppressed Ling Hong, causing it to change its original form and become a tree that several people could not encircle, standing there.

After the powerful mental energy dissipated, Jiang Si attempted to mobilize her mental energy again, but the pain in her stomach felt like several broken ribs, making it impossible for her to move or mobilize her mental energy. She could only stand still.

The second generation withstood her attack, noticed something was wrong with her, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled at Jiang Si, saying, "Sister, even if your tree gives you the last bit of life force to remove the Devouring God Needle, it will only be temporary. You've already used two waves of spiritual power, and with your belly, I bet you can't use a third wave of spiritual power now."

"Listen to me, throw away the knife, and I'll take you away. I'll deliver your baby. I'll tell you, because the master praised your medical skills, I also studied medicine. I can..."

"Bang!"

Before the second generation could finish speaking, a mental fireball larger than a basketball descended from the sky, heading straight for her. The second generation noticed it and quickly jumped away. The mental fireball struck the spot where she had been standing, making a loud bang.

Jiang Si looked up and saw Agares, dressed in a black combat uniform, with a solemn and cold expression, icy eyes full of killing intent, descending from the sky. Before his feet even touched the ground, his voice arrived first: "Jiang Jiang, I'm sorry, I'm late!"

Jiang Si's legs went weak, and she could no longer stand, falling to the ground.

Agares hurriedly bent down and reached out to help her, but a huge halo separated him, encircling Jiang Si within the halo.

Agares swung his hand to strike the halo separating him and his young wife, but the halo was enormous, like an indestructible shield. His palm bled as he tried to cleave it open.

Jiang Si fell into the halo of light, and the willow branches instantly landed and formed a canopy that enveloped Jiang Si.

From the outside, inside a huge halo dome, there is a red branch dome that completely obscures the view inside, preventing outsiders from seeing what's inside.

Agares's bloodied hand couldn't budge the massive halo in the slightest, nor could it make a sound from within; only a faint smell of blood could be detected: "Jiang Jiang... Jiang Jiang..."

"Don't waste your energy, Marshal Agares!" The second generation said lightly, stroking his singed hair while he wielded the knife in his hand. "My master had already planned that you would save my sister. All the plans against her were set up more than 3,000 years ago!"

Agares turned his head, his eyes cold and bloodthirsty as he looked at the second generation: "She is my wife, not your sister!"

The second generation laughed and said, "Marshal Agares, what kind of interstellar joke are you making? My sister is your wife. You'd be her grandson, and she'd still think you're too young."

"You think she likes you? You think she'll like you? What are you thinking? You don't even know her real identity. How could she possibly like you? Stop trying to make yourself look good. You're just a tool to provide the child!"

Agares didn't waste words with the second generation and attacked him directly, but he didn't dare to stray too far from the halo, fearing that the other party would take away his little wife inside the halo.

Even with lightning-type abilities, the second generation was no match for Agares at his peak.

After two rounds, Agares grabbed the second generation by the neck and commanded, "Activate the light shield!"

He couldn't see what was really going on with Hikari's little wife.

I was extremely anxious, hating myself for being half a step too slow.

The second-generation, seemingly unafraid of death, raised his chin and directly confronted Agares, shouting defiantly: "It can't be opened, Marshal Agares. I told you, everything targeting my sister, the zombie, was set up more than 3,000 years ago!"

"I don't have that right, and you certainly can't open it. Maybe only my sister, who wasn't pregnant, could open that shield during her prime."

"Unfortunately, she's pregnant and about to give birth. Her mental and physical strength are at their weakest right now. Let alone opening that barrier, she might even die!"

"you……"

The second generation interrupted Agares, raising his voice: "Oh, Marshal Agares, you don't know yet, do you? My sister, the wife you mentioned, is the legendary all-powerful female war goddess who perished together with the Zombie King more than 3,000 years ago on ancient Earth!"

Agares' pupils constricted. He had already guessed, but hearing it with his own ears was incredibly shocking. His wife... came from ancient Earth more than 3,000 years ago and had lived for nearly 5,000 years.

The second generation became more and more excited as he spoke, his voice rising higher and higher: "An all-around female war goddess, her skills, her strength, if she really wanted to fight you, even 10 of you couldn't beat one of her."

"She can have your child, and you can be her tool—that's your good fortune, Marshal Agares. So, it's no use you're choking me now. You have to let go of me and beg me obediently. Maybe then I'll be happy and..."

“If I’m not happy, you’ll die.” Agares gripped the second-generation’s neck tightly, his eyes cold and ruthless. “My wife has no brothers or sisters, only herself. Thank you for telling me about my wife’s past glory. You can go die now.”

The second generation couldn't breathe, suppressed by Agares's mental power and unable to struggle, so he could only reach out and pat his hand, but before he could even pat it twice...

A snap.

The second generation's neck was broken by Agares.

Her eyes widened, a look of shock lingering within them, but she was lifeless, like a broken doll that Agares had thrown away.

Ling Hong was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly. Agares was about to step forward to grab him when suddenly a shrill scream came from inside the light barrier.

Agares quickly retreated with his raised foot, reaching the light barrier. He concentrated his mental energy into a blade and slashed at the barrier with all his might, but the barrier remained completely still, without even a crack.

Giving birth is more painful than physical pain; even cutting off your own flesh for an experiment is not as painful as giving birth.

After the painful screams and cries, Jiang Si didn't hear the baby crying, but instead heard a tiny cracking sound as the shell broke open.

Her forehead was covered in sweat, her hair was sticky, her skirt was stained with blood, and her stomach was cramping, as if a pair of large hands were churning inside, as if her ribs had been broken and inserted into her spleen.

She supported herself on the ground with one hand, her upper body slightly straightened, her eyes lowered as she looked at the ginger egg on her round belly, its dark shell revealing a very thin slit.

Jiang Si gasped for breath, jokingly scolding Jiang Dandan, "You little brat, why are you getting involved in my childbirth? You were born along with me, making me take care of three? You want to eat shit?"

Jiang Dandan: "!!!!"

Before it hatches, you should cut it with a knife, burn it with fire, shock it with electricity, and strike it with lightning every day.

It's about to hatch, but I'm disgusted by it!

Why is it so difficult to make an egg?

Is this any way to live?

But that's it.

Hatch now, come out now, and go beat those bastards to a pulp.

As the sound of the eggshell cracking grew louder, the pain in Jiang Si's stomach, which felt like her bones were breaking, gradually subsided.

It doesn't hurt at all anymore; it's like the excruciating pain of broken bones was just an illusion.

Jiang Si was shocked, mistakenly thinking that her pain had passed and she could no longer feel it!

She strained, strained harder, and the silky sensation in her lower body, like defecating, grew stronger and stronger.

With a snap, a hole was smashed in the eggshell, and a small, dark, scaly claw emerged.

As that claw emerged, the feeling of ginger spitting out poop became incredibly smooth and silky…

She reached under her skirt and grasped a small, bloody, and dirty foot.

She lifted her little feet, and her first child was born—a red, dirty, blood-soaked girl…