"So, you really think this looks beautiful?"
The moment Morgana showed her face, Jovian, backed by both Ultron and Sacred Kayle's Knowledge Vault, invaded her dark plane, rewrote her information permissions in an instant, and then, under his direct orders, made her strip off her black armor, wash away the heavy smoky makeup on her face, and change into a black-stocking bunny maid outfit. Now she was leaning against his side, striking pose after pose and showing off her graceful, curvy figure.
"And this isn't beautiful?"
"Or do you seriously think that washed-up goth-aunt outfit of yours looked good?"
"Don't make me laugh…"
"You don't understand what real decadence is at all."
Jovian wrapped an arm around Demon Queen Morgana, no, to be precise, the limited-edition Bunny Maid Fallen Angel Queen Morgana, and held her slender waist as he lectured this self-proclaimed embodiment of depravity on what the fuck decadence actually meant.
"The hell…"
"You're lecturing me about decadence? You're saying I don't understand decadence?"
"I'm the Demon Queen. The whole universe trembles under my tyranny, and now somehow I'm the one who doesn't understand decadence?"
Morgana was furious. Screw that. She was the greatest evil in the universe. Saying she did not understand depravity was ridiculous.
"That's hilarious…"
"Do you know why you can never beat the angels?"
Jovian looked at Morgana like she had no clue what she was talking about, his eyes full of contempt.
"Do I really need to explain that?"
"How many angels are there? And how many demons do we have?"
"The number of civilizations that believe in Kayle's sacred order of justice is countless times bigger than the number that follow our demonic hedonism. If I had even half as many followers as Kayle, my demons would never lose!"
Morgana shouted at the top of her lungs, glaring viciously at Sacred Kayle hanging from Jovian's left side. She had never beaten Sacred Kayle, and she could not beat her now, but she still refused to accept it.
"Wrong. Completely wrong!"
"There's only one reason demons lose to angels. Your side is ugly!"
"Just look at the angels. High heels, long legs, flowing blonde hair, smooth skin, beautiful little faces. Then look at your demons. The whole bunch looks like some damn reform-school biker gang, barely any of them even have hair, and every last one looks like a rough thug. If I were choosing, I'd follow the angels too!"
Jovian looked at Morgana with pure disdain. And this woman called herself the Queen of Demons? She was nothing but Karthus's attack dog in his war against heaven, the general on the front lines for the real Demon King.
"What?"
"You're saying my demon image doesn't work?"
"Wings, claws, fangs, my demons were born for battle! They look powerful! What's wrong with that image?"
Morgana's eyes went wide. She had always been incredibly proud of the wild, domineering image of her demons.
"Born for battle? What a joke!"
"Is strength justice? No, strength is not justice. You know what justice is? Looks. Looks are justice!"
Jovian stared at Morgana. Sure enough, she understood nothing.
"If I were you, I'd redefine demons as gorgeous girls with little horns, tiny bat wings no bigger than a hand, and cute little tails!"
"They wouldn't need overwhelming power. Cute would be enough. Cute is justice. Cute makes people follow you. If you're cute enough, you can do whatever you want, because people will let their moral compass follow your face…"
Jovian narrowed his eyes. Morgana had lived for tens of thousands of years as a supreme being, and yet she did not even grasp something this simple. What a waste of life.
Everyone fears the Grim Reaper when he is dressed in a black cloak and holding a giant scythe. But if that cloak came off and people found out Death was actually a gorgeous older woman with a curvy body and long black-stockinged legs, then there would absolutely be a crowd of people yelling, "Life has limits, fuck it, I'm done," before slitting their own throats on the spot just to follow their beautiful Death goddess.
"What…"
Morgana's eyes widened in disbelief. Could it be that everything she had insisted on about the path of demons for all these years had been wrong?
"Good thing you met me…"
"The truth is, you're not suited to lead a civilization at all. You don't need to think about any of that. You just need to stand there and look beautiful."
As he spoke, Jovian's hands squeezed hard over someone's backside.
"Damn it, watch it. There are a ton of people here. This is embarrassing enough already!"
Morgana's face turned red. At the end of the day, she was all talk.
"You're tens of thousands of years old and you still get embarrassed this easily?"
Jovian smiled at Morgana. The women of this universe were all way too innocent.
"All right, enough of that. You've not only subdued Sacred Kayle, you've subdued me too, the Demon Queen!"
"The two strongest, most powerful women in the universe are both yours now. At this point, you're basically the uncrowned king of the known universe. So what are you planning to do next? Don't tell me you really mean to conquer all of angel civilization and drag every pretty angel into your harem?"
Morgana did not believe he would actually do that. There were millions upon millions of beautiful angels. Pulling all of them into a harem? Even Huaye, devoted as he was to the Heavenly Court Order, could never manage something like that. Put simply, nobody in the known universe had kidneys that strong.
"…"
After hearing Morgana's question, both Yan and Kayle perked up and listened closely. Neither of them said a word, but this was clearly what they wanted to ask too. They did not believe Jovian really planned to make all of angel civilization part of his harem.
"Of course. I mean what I say!"
"If I said I'm marrying every beautiful female angel, then I'm marrying every beautiful female angel!"
Jovian grinned proudly. A man's word was his bond. Since he had said it, he naturally intended to do it.
"We angels are pure. If you do that, countless angels will kill themselves!"
Leng had a fiery temper. Even with her body restrained, her spirit was still free.
"What are you even talking about?"
"I never said I was going to personally do every single angel myself!"
Jovian reached out, tipped Leng's chin up with one finger, and looked straight into her defiant eyes.
"What do you mean by that?"
Leng's elegant brows drew together slightly, her face full of confusion as she looked at Jovian.
"Simple…"
"How many clones do you think I have?"
"I'm not afraid of there being too many angels. I'm only worried there won't be enough. However many angels there are, there had better be enough for every one of me to get assigned one."
"I think a one-clone, one-angel policy needs to be implemented immediately…"
Jovian smiled as he looked into Leng's eyes.
"Clones? What do you mean by that?"
Leng still looked confused.
"You'll understand once the Void fully descends. Even if I told you now, it wouldn't mean anything."
Jovian lightly shook his head, clearly having no intention of explaining further.
"You…"
Leng glared at Jovian. She had plenty she wanted to say and plenty she wanted to ask, but if Jovian had no intention of telling her, then there was no point asking anything.
"All right, enough pointless chatter…"
"It's time to get some real work done."
Jovian decided it was time to start handling business.
"Real work? What real work?"
The second Morgana heard that, a bad feeling rose in her chest.
"When a kid misbehaves, they get their butt smacked."
Jovian leaned close to Morgana's ear, his face warm and gentle as he spoke in a soft voice.
"What…"
Morgana's expression changed instantly. She felt the hair all over her body stand on end.
Five minutes later…
Ultimate Jovian had finally finished his masterpiece…
Sacred Kayle, dressed in a maid outfit, was strapped to his left side at the waist, while Fallen Angel Morgana, in her bunny outfit, was tied to his right.
Yan, dressed like a schoolgirl, was hanging against his chest, and behind him Leng, bent at the waist with little wings fluttering as she kept flying in circles around him, orbited like a living accessory.
At this point, Jovian had gone far beyond a mere marching-band drumline.
He was now a full-on taiko master.
No, actually, he was basically cosplaying Kyogai from Demon Slayer.
Smack smack smack…
Smack smack smack smack…
What followed was a wild performance. Jovian's hands moved like flashes of light, repeatedly landing all over the angels' bodies.
This was his ultimate technique.
Near-light-speed clapping.
Far away in the Angel Nebula, at the Merlot Heavenly Court…
"Pfffft, hahaha…"
A breathtaking woman with a stunning face, a gorgeous curvy figure, and long bright silver hair, utterly different from the brilliant golden hair of most angels, was currently in a peaceful flower garden that looked like something straight out of a fairy tale, laughing so hard she was practically falling over.
"What, what even is this?"
"Hahahaha…"
"This is, this is way too funny!"
The beautiful angel kept wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. At that moment, all she could say was that she was genuinely impressed by this mysterious chief god from Earth. In the eyes of this mischievous goddess, Jovian was a true genius. Using beautiful angels as drums, how had she never thought of something that wonderful? A terrible oversight, absolutely terrible.
"Cut it out!"
"I swear I can hear the laugh of one incredibly irritating old woman, cackling like a damn dumbbell!"
Morgana's face was burning red. She could already picture that silver-haired witch looking at the live broadcast and laughing her head off, and the thought made her furious.
"Relax. Don't panic."
"The woman watching this stream may be laughing her ass off right now, but in a little while she'll be crying even harder."
Jovian kindly tried to comfort Morgana.
"No, even with your 'comfort,' I'm not feeling any better at all. You do realize who's responsible for me ending up like this, right?"
"You're the one who did this. You don't have any right to comfort me!"
Morgana felt no better at all after hearing Jovian's so-called reassurance. If anything, she felt even more humiliated. Wasn't his high-and-mighty attitude proof that he did not take her seriously at all?
Smack smack smack…
The moment Jovian heard that he had no right to comfort Morgana, he was delighted.
That was wonderful news.
Fortunately, he had specially prepared a private extra lesson just for her, and immediately launched into a five-hit lightning-fast combo right onto that round backside. The form was immaculate. More than fifty hits with almost no repeated motions. Even a martial arts grandmaster would have had to admit he knew what he was doing.
Meanwhile…
In Angel City, Hexi had been clutching her stomach from laughing so hard, her whole body twitching so badly she nearly blacked out. At last, she forced herself up from her throne.
"Notify…"
"Notify the entire city. Queen Kayle has been captured alive, pffft…"
"Highest alert! Battle, battle stations!!"
Hexi fought desperately to hold back her laughter. She had professional training, after all, and normally she would not laugh.
But when something was too funny, sometimes you just could not hold it in.
In a broken but cheerful voice, Hexi alerted the entire city.
In an instant, the angel armies assembled, and layer after layer of protective shields rose across the city.
With the angels mobilized at this level, Hexi believed that even if every non-angel civilization in the known universe attacked them at once, the final victor would still be the angels.
Because the instant Kayle had been captured alive, even the ancient veterans who had already been retired for ten thousand years had suited up once more and returned to this holy land of glory. Before the power of an entire legion of high-ranking guardian angels, every god in the universe would have to step aside.
"Now let me analyze how to rescue Kayle, and Morgana too, that idiot…"
Hexi opened her Knowledge Vault, ready to properly work out how to get Kayle and Morgana, both currently reduced to decorative attachments, off Jovian's person.
She was in an excellent mood. She was not worried at all that Jovian might kill Kayle while she was shut away doing her calculations. Sacred Kayle had already upgraded her body into a sacred divine form. She would absolutely not die. Even if she were hit by a supernova and blasted into particles, she would instantly regenerate at full power. That undying, unkillable nature was exactly what allowed the Queen of the Gods to rule over all other gods.
Unless an enemy could reduce Sacred Kayle to particles and then scatter every one of those particles to every corner of the universe, there was no way to truly defeat her. And the calculation required for that was so massive that even the Grand Clock would struggle with it. It was practically impossible.
So in Hexi's view, Kayle had most likely lost because she had been careless.
In other words, this was not a big problem.
Give Hexi a few decades, or maybe a century or so in seclusion, and she would surely find a way to save Kayle.
Yes, that was exactly what Hexi thought.
Until…
Boom!
Hummmmmm…
A gorgeous purple spacetime gate slowly opened right in front of Hexi.
Seated high upon a throne, holding several beautiful angels in his arms, a peerless emperor emerged before her under a shower of peach blossoms scattered by countless high-ranking guardian angels.
"Holy shit…"
"How did you cross that many dimensions and get here directly?"
Hexi was stunned. Logically speaking, this garden where she was staying barely had any connection to the main universe at all. It was separated by an infinite distance. This was not the kind of place where you could just open a portal on a whim.
"With Kayle's Knowledge Vault, ultra-high-level subspace transport tech, and my own understanding of spacetime, I made this little thing here." Jovian looked at the horrified Hexi and raised the middle finger of his right hand. On that finger sat a ring shaped like a serpent eating its own tail. "I call it the Mobius Spacetime Ring, or, for short, the Anywhere Door. I go wherever the fuck I want!"
"What even is that?"
Hexi could not believe it. A ring, and you were calling it a door? That made no sense at all. Hexi was scared. Hexi was deeply unsettled. She had suffered way too many shocks today.
"Don't be afraid. A family ought to be all together, neat and complete."
Jovian looked at Hexi and gave her a warm, friendly smile. Kayle and Morgana were already under his control. Once he added Hexi, he would complete the full Three Queens set.
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