Super God: Kissing an Angel at the Beginning, Building an Empire

Within the Star Lock, deathly silence reigned like a grave.

Three hundred and sixty-four energy "stars" weave a dark golden celestial net.

It completely solidified the E-12 star system.

This place has become an invisible prison.

The space was viscous like mud.

Every inch is imbued with an invisible force.

Energy is forcibly suppressed.

The rules are forcibly rewritten here.

Even the light was distorted.

They lost the courage to escape.

The virtual bridge of the Skyblade-7 was oppressively suffocating.

The surviving angel warriors gripped their flaming swords tightly.

The silver armor, illuminated by the dark gold netting, lost its former sacred radiance.

All that remains is desolation and paleness.

They did not roar.

There was no collision.

Because their king, Angel Yan, stood quietly before the throne after issuing that most difficult command.

She closed her eyes.

Yan's pride was like a blazing sword that would never be extinguished.

At this moment, the flames were forcibly suppressed.

Keep it inward.

Queen Keisha's commands are laws etched into the very soul.

She doesn't understand.

She chose to obey.

This is the discipline of angels.

It was also her unwavering loyalty to Keisha until death.

After a long while, Yan slowly opened his eyes.

In his golden eyes, all resentment and humiliation had settled into a deep tranquility.

She turned to face her sisters who had survived the ordeal.

The voice was clear and steady.

Through the last remaining weak communications, the message spread to every imprisoned angel warship.

“I am Yan, the King of Angels.”

Her voice was heavy, yet incredibly firm.

"I hereby declare that the main fleet of the Angels is hereby disarmed and surrendered to the Yanhuang Empire at this very moment."

The word "surrender" was not used.

But the more technical term "disarmament" weighed even heavier on the hearts of every angel warrior.

As soon as she finished speaking, all the weapon systems of the angel warships went dark instantly.

The engine roar gradually subsided.

Eventually, it fell silent.

The flaming swords in the hands of the angel warriors, their holy flames that had burned for tens of thousands of years, slowly died out.

It restored the cold, metallic nature of metal.

They lost.

In this virtual war that will determine the future of the universe, they were utterly defeated.

The defeat was inevitable.

Just then, a ripple appeared in space on the main screen of the bridge of the Tianren-7 ship.

Yuan Lan's upright figure and aloof expression appeared silently.

She still stood on the bridge of the "Ziwei Palace" ship, with a vast star map in the background.

His gaze swept calmly over the pale-faced, yet still upright, angel warriors on the bridge.

Finally, it landed on the angel Yan, who stood before the throne.

Her eyes held no hint of triumph.

There was no arrogance of a conqueror.

More like a meticulous engineer, examining a batch of precious "materials" that have just completed preliminary processing and are about to enter the next stage of the process.

"a wise decision."

Yuan Lan's voice was icy.

Without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

She stated the facts.

"This preserves the last vestige of dignity for you and for the angelic civilization."

"Decent?" Yan's lips curled into a self-deprecating smile.

Having become a prisoner, how dare you talk about dignity?

Yuan Lan seemed to see through her thoughts, but didn't care.

She continued calmly, in a tone as if reciting the imperial code, "You are neither prisoners of war nor detainees."

Her tone left no room for argument.

"Based on the supreme consensus reached between the Emperor and Queen Keisha before the war, and the First Sequence Law of Civilization Integration that was just personally signed by the Emperor."

"You, and the Angelic Civilization you represent, will be among the first batch of integration units, officially incorporated into the 'New Order' system led by the Yanhuang Empire."

"From this moment on, you are strategic assets awaiting integration."

Strategic assets.

This is a cold, materialistic term, full of the pragmatic style of the Yanhuang Empire.

The angels present felt a chill even more biting than the word "prisoner."

This means that, in the eyes of the other party, their proud individual strength, the glory and faith they have upheld for tens of thousands of years, are nothing more than data that can be quantified, evaluated, and integrated.

"Now, let's proceed with the first phase of integration."

Yuan Lan didn't give them any time to process or react.

Her instructions were like the most precise program, each step linked to the next.

"Open the core database of Keisha Knowledge Treasury, remove all information barriers, and prepare for the first level of data docking with the Yanhuang Nuwa system."

"what?!"

This command caused Yan, who had been maintaining her composure, to suddenly change her expression!

Open up the treasure trove of knowledge?
What a concept!
That is the culmination of tens of thousands of years of wisdom of the Angelic Civilization!

It is the foundation of all technology, history, culture, and heritage!

It is the source of power for every angel!

It is open to another civilization without reservation.

It's tantamount to completely dissecting one's own soul.

To be completely exposed to the other party!
"This is impossible!"

Yan refused without hesitation.

"This has gone beyond the realm of victory or defeat in war! This is... plundering the very foundation of the angelic civilization!"

"This is not plunder."

Yuan Lan's eyes remained calm.

But there was an undeniable air of authority in his tone.

"This is a necessary step in the 'integration' process."

"At the same time, this is also Queen Keisha's will."

Yuan Lan's words struck Yan's heart like a heavy hammer.

She suddenly looked at the screen, trying to find a trace of deception on Yuan Lan's icy face.

But she failed.

Yuan Lan's eyes were frank yet cold.

It was as if she was stating a fact that both she and Yan knew perfectly well.

Yes, Queen Keisha made her give up resistance and accept the "gift".

Is this part of the "gift"?
Just as Yan was struggling with an internal conflict and was caught in a fierce struggle.

Queen Keisha's gentle yet majestic voice echoed once again deep within her consciousness.

"Yan, do as she says."

"Queen!"

Yan cried out in anguish in his heart.

"The technological system of the Yanhuang people is completely different from ours."

Keisha's voice was filled with emotion and solemnity.

"Their understanding of dimensions and their exploration of the origin of the universe have embarked on a path we never imagined."

"Their Nuwa system, in its core architecture, may fill a critical gap in our knowledge base in certain areas, especially in dealing with the void."

"Integration is bound to be accompanied by growing pains."

"But this is the price we have to pay to make us stronger."

Keisha's words soothed the last struggle in Yan's heart.

Yes, for a stronger future.

After a long while, Yan slowly raised her head to meet Yuan Lan's cold gaze.

In those golden pupils, only resolute determination remained.

"it is good."

She said only one word.

Yet it seemed as if he had used up all his strength.

"I accept."

As Yan's will was given.

The massive phantom of Keisha's Knowledge Treasury, hovering above Skyblade 7, slowly faded away, its outer defensive runes disappearing.

It revealed its internal data core, which shone like a galaxy.

Yuan Lan nodded slightly, her face remaining expressionless.

She turned to face the star map of the "Ziwei Palace" and issued new instructions.

"Initiation of docking process."

Om-!
A golden torrent of pure information shot out from the core of Keisha's knowledge repository.

At the same time, a vast torrent of data, shimmering with a dark golden luster and filled with ancient Eastern charm and futuristic technological beauty, also shot out from the distant flagship of the Yanhuang Fleet, the "Ziwei Palace".

Two rivers of knowledge, representing the pinnacle of wisdom of two of the most advanced civilizations in the known universe, have crossed the virtual sea of ​​stars.

Under the watchful eyes of countless angels and warriors of Yanhuang.

They moved slowly.

Irreversible.

Touch.

blend.

They finally came together!
At that moment, the entire virtual universe seemed to emit a soft, awe-inspiring hum in response to this unprecedented and magnificent fusion.

The core space of the virtual universe.

There is no matter here.

No energy.

Only the purest rules and information are flowing.

Two vast and boundless "rivers" converge here.

One is a dazzling gold, like a flowing sacred epic.

Each of these runes shines with the will of justice, order, and light.

That was the treasure trove of Keisha's knowledge accumulated over tens of thousands of years by the Angel Civilization.

The other one is a deep, dark gold, as if it contains the ancient mysteries of the beginning of the universe.

Countless complex symbols, resembling seal script or circuit diagrams, are created and transformed within it.

It is full of ruthlessness, practicality, and a cold exploration of the ultimate truth of the universe.

That is the "Nuwa" system of the Yanhuang Empire.

The moment these two rivers of knowledge, representing completely different philosophical and technological paths, come together.

The anticipated intense conflict or rejection did not occur.

Instead, they began a profound fusion with an unimaginable harmony.

Queen Keisha's consciousness floated above the golden river.

She quietly "watched" the influx of dark gold data streams.

Her space-based computing cluster was operating at full speed, analyzing the terrifying information it contained.

She saw the Yanhuang civilization's understanding of "dimension".

That's a terrifying technology that treats space itself as editable and modifiable.

From the macroscopic curvature engine to the microscopic prototype of the dimensional weapon, the completeness of its theoretical system and the boldness of its technological approach startled even this former queen of gods.

She saw how the Yanhuang people used "energy".

It is not the kind of subtle manipulation and transformation that angels possess.

It is an extreme, violent, and efficiency-maximizing form of exploitation!
They can extract energy from an ordinary star that is hundreds of times greater than the theoretical limit for angels.

And it is steadily applied to war and production.

She witnessed how the Yanhuang people transformed "life".

From genetic optimization to virtual immortality through consciousness uploading, and then to the unbelievable "Pangu"-level super soldier project.

They seem to view life itself as a "program" that can be continuously iterated and upgraded.

"So this is the root cause of their rise to such prominence in just a thousand years."

Keisha let out a long sigh in her heart.

The technology of the Yanhuang civilization lacked some of the angelic holiness and elegance.

However, it possesses a coldness and efficiency that directly points to the essence of the universe.

On the other side, Ye Chen's consciousness also stood silently on the dark golden river of knowledge.

His gaze pierced through the dazzling golden data.

He witnessed the angelic civilization's ultimate application of the "divine atom".

How to combine faith and energy to create a near-immortal divine body.

He saw their ingenious concept for the "secondary biological engine".

How to achieve "miracles" on a small scale by defining rules.

He saw the invincible "Flaming Sword".

Its core is not a simple energy weapon.

Instead, it is a miniature "rule amplifier" capable of drawing upon the power of stars.

“Very interesting idea.”

A faint smile curved at the corners of Ye Chen's lips.

"To transform idealistic beliefs into materialistic power through technological means."

"The Angel Civilization does indeed have its unique features."

The knowledge of two civilizations is like two complementary puzzle pieces.

At this moment, a perfect match began.

The flagship of the Demon Legion, the "Throne of Kunsa".

The atmosphere inside the bridge was extremely oppressive.

All the demon commanders stared intently at the breathtaking scene on the main screen.

The Angel Fleet was imprisoned by "Starlock".

Keisha Knowledge Repository and Yanhuang's "Nuwa" system have begun an unprecedented data docking.

"It's over...it's all over..."

A demon commander slumped dejectedly in a chair, muttering to himself.

"Even that little wench Yan has voted, so we're definitely next!"

"What kind of monster is the Yanhuang Empire? That thing called the Zhou Tian Xing Dou is simply unreasonable!"

"What do we have to fight them with? Our heads?"

Panic and despair spread like a plague through the demon legion.

Xueyi sat on the throne, her face equally grim.

She gripped the handrail tightly, her nails digging deep into the cold metal.

She is not afraid of war.

Demons are never afraid of war.

But what she feared was the feeling of powerlessness—being sentenced to death without even having a chance to fight back.

The power displayed by the Yanhuang Empire has transcended the category of "powerful".

That was a crushing blow.

Just then, a voice filled with languor and playfulness, yet also with all-knowing wisdom, rang out behind her.

"What, you're scared out of your wits? My successor, Liang Bing, isn't that cowardly."

Shee Yi turned around abruptly.

Liang Bing's consciousness, composed of pure dark energy, had silently appeared behind the throne at some point.

She still had that cynical look, a mocking smile on her lips.

But deep within his eyes lay a cold, calm demeanor.

"Queen!"

As if she had found her pillar of support, Xueyi stood up abruptly, her voice tinged with grievance and urgency.

"You saw it all! Yanhuang and the others..."

"I saw."

Liang Bing interrupted her.

He paced slowly around the throne.

My gaze swept across the two converging rivers of knowledge on the screen.

"Wow, they're really going all out."

"That bitch Keisha really went all out, revealing all her secrets."

"Your Majesty, what should we do now?"

"I asked anxiously."

"The Yanhuangs clearly intend to unify the universe. After they merge with the angels, will there still be room for us demons to exist?"

"Existing space?"

Liang Bing chuckled, stopped in her tracks, and turned to look at Xue Yi.

"Do you think that on someone like Ye Chen's chessboard, there would be any space left for the pieces to choose for themselves?"

"The pieces are either placed according to the player's wishes, or they are removed from the board."

Sheryl's face grew paler and paler.

"Then let's..."

"Therefore, we cannot wait for him to come and eliminate us."

A cunning glint flashed in Liang Bing's eyes.

"We must take the initiative and jump onto the chessboard!"

"Jump to a position where he has to take us seriously, and even utilize us!"

"What position?"

Xueyi was puzzled.

Liang Bing stretched out her slender finger and gently tapped the home screen.

The screen is zoomed in.

Focusing on the confluence of those two rivers of knowledge.

"Do you see? Angels represent order and justice, while Yanhuang represents rationality and expansion."

"The fusion of their knowledge could indeed create an incredibly powerful technological civilization."

"but……"

A wicked smile curled at the corners of Liang Bing's lips.

"They're missing something." (End of Chapter)