Swallowing the Stars: The cheat system only comes when I'm almost a god?

She turned to leave, but then suddenly turned back and winked at Leng: "Oh, by the way, please give that bitch Keisha a message for me—thanks, although she'll definitely not admit that she's helping me."

After saying that, Morgana's mechanical wings unfolded, transforming into a streak of purplish-black light and flying eastward.

The angel stared coldly in the direction she had disappeared, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Captain, are we just going to let her go like this?" Lingxi asked unwillingly.

"Otherwise what?" Leng suppressed his anger. "We can't kill her, and the Queen won't allow the use of the Heavenly Blade Judgment... Besides, the Queen is right, that island nation in the east is more suitable for Morgana to spread her evil ideas."

The angels exchanged glances, each seeing a complex expression in the other's eyes.

They had all read the historical materials in the chat group and knew about the crimes that island nation committed against China in another timeline.

Although the history of this universe may differ, some things... are etched into the bloodline of civilization.

……

Inside the palace, Keisha turned off the battlefield projection.

He Xi looked at her old friend and asked softly, "Are you really just sending her to Japan like that?"

"Otherwise what?" Keisha leaned back on her throne, rubbing her temples. "We've been entangled for tens of thousands of years. I know the Ultimate Fear exists, but back then, to avoid causing panic among known civilizations in the universe, I ordered a ban on research. But Liang Bing..."

"She didn't understand my good intentions, and directly defected to establish a demon civilization, thus beginning a war with the angels that lasted for 30,000 years."

She looked at the virtual screen beside her, which displayed icons for memory copies of games such as "Perfect World," "Peerless," and "Covering the Sky."

"And now that Yan has joined the chat group, it gives us another way." Keisha's voice was soft. "The biggest point of conflict between Liang Bing and me no longer exists."

He Xi was silent for a moment: "Then why not let her come back?"

"Come back?" Keisha smiled, but there was a hint of bitterness in her smile. "He Xi, Liang Bing and I have only been sisters for a few hundred years, but we have fought for tens of thousands of years."

I'm used to seeing her with smoky makeup and swearing all the time. To really turn her back into the elegant, cool girl in her Apocalypse King armor…”

She shook her head: "I can't do it, and neither can she."

"Moreover," Keisha's gaze deepened, "the demon civilization has actually made a special contribution to the spread of the just order."

He Xi was taken aback for a moment, then understood what she meant.

The war between two advanced civilizations that lasted for tens of thousands of years is itself a vivid example of what goes around comes around: you can choose not to believe in justice and order, but if you believe in the depravity and freedom of demons, you'll be chased all over the universe by angels.

After witnessing the tragic state of the demonic civilization, most of those spacefaring civilizations would "wisely" choose to join the righteous order.

From this perspective, Morgana and her demon civilization are indeed the most competent employees of the angel civilization.

"So you're planning to... let her fend for herself?" He Xi asked.

"More or less." Keisha pulled up a star map of Earth, her gaze falling on the Japanese archipelago. "Many group members have a connection with China, and Japan has historically caused great harm to China."

Sending Liang Bing there to cause trouble will also test their true reaction, and then the angel can adjust their strategy based on the group members' attitudes.

……

Thick, dark clouds, like heavy lead blocks, pressed down on the mountaintop, completely shrouding the small mountain village called "Tsukimi-ri".

The village is hidden deep in a valley, and it is rarely visited by outsiders. At this moment, it is even more eerily quiet.

"Thump!"

A dark figure, accompanied by a gust of air, landed heavily on the stone road at the village entrance, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Morgana retracted her massive mechanical black wings, her tight leather outfit outlining her stunning curves, her expression cold and flamboyant.

She walked into the village step by step, her pace slow, but the invisible pressure felt substantial, weighing heavily on the hearts of every villager peeking through the cracks in their doors.

squeak-

Several dilapidated wooden doors were carefully pushed open a crack, and faces, some old and some young, peeked out from behind them.

They stared at the woman who had appeared out of nowhere, their hearts pounding, their throats tightening, and they dared not even breathe.

Morgana's sharp gaze swept across the crowd, as if selecting goods, and finally settled on an inconspicuous middle-aged man at the very back of the crowd.

The man was short and stout, dressed in a kimono, and his face bore the marks of years of hard work.

She walked straight up to the man, looking down at him with a flat, emotionless voice: "Long time no see, Atuo."

The man froze, his face turning deathly pale. He frantically waved his hands, "M-Sir, you've mistaken me for someone else! My name is Inoue Matsu, not some Ato..."

"What kind of gibberish is this? Can't you even speak human language?" Morgana glanced at him disdainfully, too lazy to waste any more words with him, and casually flicked a wisp of black mist at him.

"Ugh—!"

A piercing scream shattered the deathly silence of the village.

With a sickeningly sharp cracking sound, the man's body began to undergo horrific deformities.

Bones are displaced under the skin, muscle fibers are torn and reassembled, and the skin is stretched open to reveal the rapidly forming, strong body underneath.

In just a few seconds, the ordinary human form completely disappeared, replaced by a burly figure nearly three meters tall, covered in jet-black armor.

Ator slowly straightened up, his enormous bone wings fluttering gently.

However, an indescribable awkwardness and discomfort appeared on his resolute face.

"This feels so weird," Atto thought to himself, frowning.

It's like a round, short gourd being stretched out of shape and turned into a thin, stiff cucumber.

All the muscles in his body were tense. Even though his strength had returned and his memories were crystal clear, this body still made him feel incredibly unfamiliar and uncomfortable.

He suppressed his discomfort and knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty...we have lost again."

Morgana looked down at him and said, "What's the panic? As long as I'm alright, Queen, you can wait over there while I revive your old brothers."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Morgana raised her hand, her five fingers spread.

The next moment, black gas, as black as ink, gushed out from her palm and swept across the entire Tsukimi Village.

The black mist seeped into every crevice of the wooden houses and wrapped itself around the bodies of every villager.

"ah--!"

"Help!"

"Monster! Monster!"

The villagers rolled and convulsed on the ground, their bodies undergoing distortion under the corrosive influence of the black mist.

Their skin became rough and dull, sprouting thorns or scales, and their limbs twisted and deformed... In a short time, this peaceful mountain village was completely transformed into a den of demons.

……

Tokyo, Shibuya Crossing.

A well-dressed office worker suddenly collapsed to his knees in agony, his body beginning to swell and deform, soon growing fangs and claws.

He suddenly lunged at the screaming female student beside him, venting his pent-up emotions on her. .

Shinsaibashi shopping district, Osaka.

Several low-level demons who had just completed their transformation stormed into a luxury store and went on a rampage of smashing, looting, and vandalism.

They adorn their scales with jewelry and wear expensive handbags on their deformed claws.

The screams of the shop assistants and customers were drowned out by their excited roars.

Kinkaku-ji (Golden Pavilion) in Kyoto.

This ancient temple, which symbolizes tranquility and Zen, was not spared either.

Several demonized monks are frantically destroying the Buddha statues and scriptures inside the hall.

They seemed to harbor a twisted hatred for the gods and Buddhas they once worshipped, leaving deep scratches on the Buddha statues with their sharp claws and tearing up and scattering precious scriptures.

In the temple courtyard, the old abbot lay in a pool of blood, while several young monks who tried to protect the temple were being devoured by demons...

In just a few days, the number of Japanese demons grew like a snowball.

From the initial hundreds or thousands, it quickly swelled to hundreds of thousands or millions!

These low-level demons are full of destructive desires. They roam the streets in groups, attacking humans, destroying infrastructure, and stealing anything they can.

Power outages, communication disruptions, and damage to transportation hubs have brought the city to a semi-paralyzed state.

Within just a few days, the entire social order in Japan collapsed completely, plunging into unprecedented chaos and panic.

The United States has issued a final warning to Japan: if the demon incident is not resolved quickly, they will launch nuclear missiles directly at the Japanese mainland.

……

The Celestial Court of Merlo.

The huge projection screen was divided into several images:

Chaotic streets, rampaging demons, desperate crowds... Yan meticulously edited these scenes, highlighting the demons' atrocities and the collapse of society.

Yan took a deep breath and uploaded the video to the mysterious multiverse chat group.

"Ding! Angel Yan has uploaded the video file 'A True Record of the Current Situation in Japan'."

Almost instantly, the group chat exploded with discussion.

[Meng Qi: Holy crap! Well done!]

[Meng Qi: Morgana's move was exactly what I wanted! The Japanese have finally met their match! The spectacle of Tokyo burning down is way more exciting than movie special effects! [Applause]]

This angry young man's reaction was the most intense, his words filled with undisguised glee.

[Ye Fan: Although the methods are ruthless, the thought of it being Little Ben who suffered makes me want to laugh.]

Lin Yuan: Ah, the scenery is indeed exceptionally beautiful.

Lin Yuan only sent one sentence, but those who knew him well understood that it meant he was in a very good mood at the moment.

However, not all group members can understand this sentiment.

Han Li: ?

Han Laomo had no knowledge of Earth's history, and only found the scene of demons running rampant in the picture quite cruel, and did not understand why Meng Qi and others were so excited.

[Gu Xun'er: Sister Yan, it's clearly a scene of demons rampaging and countless lives being lost, so why do Brother Meng Qi and Brother Ye Fan seem... very happy?]

[Angel Yan: I'll explain this to you later.]

[Yan Ling Ji: Huh? Is it really that much hatred? I've also seen Zhang Tianshi's memory copy, and I didn't feel it was that unforgettable!]

The time gap was too long. Although she knew that China would face a war of aggression thousands of years later, she still couldn't truly empathize with it.

[Meng Qi: @Yan Ling Ji, just think of it as the Koreans who invaded your Baiyue back then. Think about what they did to the Baiyue people. And in another timeline, those guys committed even greater crimes against our China, they're simply too numerous to count! This is just retribution!]

Xiao Meng immediately jumped out to explain, using the Warring States period history that Yan Lingji could understand as an analogy, her tone indignant.

[Yan Ling Ji: I see!]

Yan Lingji remained silent.

A cold glint flashed in her eyes when she mentioned Korea's invasion of Baiyue.

Those painful memories were instantly stirred up, and when I saw the island nation ravaged by demons in the picture, most of the pity in my heart vanished.

"If that's the case, they really do have a lot to blame for their own actions." She understood Meng Qi and the others' anger.

[Maoshan Lin Jiu: ...]

Uncle Nine frowned as he looked at the hellish scene on the screen. As a Taoist, he instinctively felt unbearable pain at the suffering of all living beings.

In particular, the images of children being torn apart by demons reminded him of the innocent children near his Taoist temple.

[Ye Fan: Uncle Jiu, you may not know this, but decades after your time, China will suffer a full-scale invasion by Japan. The enemy will slaughter tens of millions of our compatriots with methods so cruel as to be utterly heinous, committing heinous crimes.]

Seeing that even Uncle Jiu didn't understand, Ye Fan spoke at length, his tone heavy.

Meng Qi: That's right!

Meng Qi: Uncle Jiu, these Japanese pirates are no good. What they've done is even worse than those demons!

Massacres, germ warfare, live experiments... they're a bunch of demons roaming the earth, and Morgana is doing the right thing by taking revenge on them!

Uncle Nine's expression turned extremely solemn as he looked at the messages sent by Ye Fan and Meng Qi.

He lived during the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China, a time when China was surrounded by foreign powers and its people were weak.

Although he had previously lived in a mortuary, he often heard passing merchants or fellow disciples talk about the arrogant behavior of the Japanese ronin and the weakness and incompetence of the imperial court.

The messages from his fellow disciples also subtly revealed that Japan's covetousness towards China was growing ever larger.

Based on Ye Fan and Meng Qi's description of the "future," he was already seven or eight parts convinced.

When he closed his eyes, he seemed to see scenes of corpses strewn across the fields and rivers of blood; he heard the weeping of women and children and the lamentations of his compatriots.

A heavy feeling pressed down on his heart.

"If that day ever comes..." Uncle Nine asked himself, "Could I, Lin Jiu, just stand by and watch the land crumble and the nation sink, while I hide in the mortuary seeking some peace and immortality?"

the answer is negative.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze now devoid of any hesitation or reluctance.

"Good and evil are opposed, and they fight each other for life!" Uncle Nine typed out each word in the group chat. "This is the foundation upon which we, the disciples of Maoshan, stand."

"If what you two fellow Daoists say is true, and if the Japanese pirates dare to invade China one day, even though my cultivation is meager, I might still have to take up my Guan Dao to slay the demons!"