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Polar Jupiter, outside a military industrial base.

"A super soldier without super genes..."

After being asked to leave, Angel Yan and Ali did not go far away, but simply waited quietly outside the tall and magnificent building.

Angel Yan was curious and itching to get her hands on the item, but she remained polite and simply observed the elven warriors guarding the base with her eyes.

The black and gold armor is black with tiny gold specks mixed in, forming patterns and designs.

The mysterious black and gold color, combined with the elegance of the elven totems, makes the entire suit of armor look almost like a work of art.

A relatively heavy, yet gently curved suit of armor encased a human soldier who was not wearing a helmet.

They call themselves elves, but in Angel Yan's eyes, they are all Divine River People.

A slender and graceful figure, and a proud and beautiful face.

It is evident that these elven soldiers, chosen as warriors of the gods, are not only proud, but also exceptionally beautiful.

They were likely specially selected from among ordinary elven warriors, and the proportion of women was significantly higher.

When mortals serve the gods, some are fearful, some keep their distance, and some are hypocritical. But some are just like that, eager to please the gods.

The descent of gods after divine punishment is the easiest and most reliable way to gain the faith of mortals. Angel Yan knows this, and the Ali sent by Wang Ji is using this method.

At least in the short term, during this generation of elves, he can successfully gain the loyalty of this civilization from top to bottom.

Therefore, this civilization, with its rather peculiar customs and experiences, may have believed that their beauty was the best gift offered to God...

God inspires fear and awe in mortals, yet also draws them in droves.

For this wounded civilization, as long as the king's power is sufficient to protect them, they might be willing to give everything to preserve this real god of their own.

Not to mention, they witnessed one "miracle" after another in a very short period of time.

“Master is angry.” Just then, Ali sighed softly.

Angel Yan paused unexpectedly, looking in surprise at the beautiful young woman who always carried a red umbrella and possessed a noble yet melancholic air.

"Master rarely gets angry." The rabbit-eared girl stretched out a slender, delicate hand and slowly caught a soft, fresh maple leaf out of thin air.

Hold it between two fingers, flick it gently, and the maple leaf, like a thin knife, slices through the distant branches and falls down.

Angel Yan pursed her lips and thought for a moment before asking, "Do you know what's inside?"

“No.” Ali gently shook her head: “I can sense Master’s feelings now.”

"Why is he angry?" Angel Yan paced back and forth with her arms crossed, looking at the girl's profile with curiosity.

Ali looked at her with a strange expression in her clear eyes, then shook her head and said, "I don't know either... but it's related to you all."

Her slender, long fingers pinched fresh maple leaves from the wormhole, then listlessly tossed them away.

Her once bright and pretty face now appeared indifferent and listless.

"You're unhappy just because he's angry?" Angel Yan asked upon seeing this.

“The master’s sorrow is the minister’s shame,” Ali softly recited a few words: “The master’s shame is the minister’s death… What the master hates is what Ali hates.”

Of course, Ali can still distinguish right from wrong in a short-term situation.

Angel Yan pondered these words for a moment, raised an eyebrow, and felt that this little rabbit was quite interesting.

Suddenly, she asked with interest, "You like him a lot?"

The pretty young girl's delicate cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes filled with shyness, yet she remained calm, simply lowering her head and smiling faintly: "Why not?"

Angel Yan raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, and clicked her tongue, saying, "Is this really a good idea? I've witnessed Wang Ji's pickiness and understand his affectation. Looking at your situation..."

“Yes.” Ali interrupted her quietly, then glanced at her silently: “People like you are much luckier than Ali…”

Angel Yan was stunned for a moment, then quickly waved her hand: "It has nothing to do with me."

...

"So you mean that if another god did this, and it happened within your angels' jurisdiction, it would be considered a violation of your so-called order of justice, and you would have the right to intervene directly, right?"

In the footage from inside the base, Wang Ji spoke slowly from the other end of the Juxia.

A god like the other party, who has been around for so long, wouldn't easily say something useless. So, combined with what He Xi said before, that angels openly hold a repulsive and hostile attitude towards super soldiers like him, Wang Ji now understands that this was a precaution she gave him in advance.

Combining the two...

"Should I... be proud?" He smiled, but inwardly sighed helplessly.

How should I put this?

He knew he couldn't fully consider things from his own perspective; the world didn't revolve around him, but rather... around the strong.

This is actually a very real problem, a truth he understood and agreed with long ago.

The strong set the rules, the strong establish morality, and the strong are the reason.

You could even say that the strong are the only ones who are righteous.

Of course, he didn't mean to belittle angels, but they are just that powerful.

If you're that strong, you can be just as awesome.

Simply put, the angels' laws of justice exclude anything related to secondary biological abilities, both publicly and privately, and explicitly prohibit the use of these abilities to rewrite the physical data of human warriors.

He Xi told him this, meaning that if another god violated this law, they would have the right to intervene directly, or even judge, and as for where this power came from... it came from their fists.

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