Super God: Creating a Digital World and Overpowering the Gods

From their human appearance, the two were unremarkable, just handsome and cute, but not threatening at all.

"stop."

The tribe's warriors, the demon squad members, and the exiles spoke almost simultaneously, their voices mingling together, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Among them, the most intense voices came from Scimitar Black from the Demon Squad and Hap from the Exiles.

Hap, as Silas's second-in-command, is a seasoned warrior with important responsibilities. Their threat should not be underestimated.

These men were elite soldiers, battle-hardened by countless engagements.

However, Taiyi paid no attention to these threats.

Even the Sword Demon Ator, Sylas, and the Northern Overlord Ty Sniff were nothing more than insignificant figures in his eyes.

He continued walking towards the main hall with Jia'er in his arms, his steps never faltering.

"Too presumptuous."

"No matter who you are, this is not a place where you can just wander around."

"Stop it!"

As the threats grew louder and the tension in the air intensified, the tribal warriors, the demon squad, and the exiles had clearly decided to take action.

Kari said calmly, "We come from the Digital World, and we hope you will not be our enemies."

Her voice was gentle yet firm, carrying an undeniable kindness and sincerity. Jia'er never wanted to resolve problems through fighting; she hoped to defuse conflicts rather than create more enemies.

However, these words stunned Little Black the Curved Blade and the members of the Demon Squad.

They had followed Morgana and knew all too well the power and terror of digital civilization.

Without the slightest hesitation, Curved Blade Little Black immediately signaled the Demon Squad to step back and walked to the side.

This move clearly indicates an unwillingness to get involved in the conflict.

The tribe's warriors and exiles were stunned by what they saw.

It's said that the Demon Queen Morgana's subordinates are known for their strength and ruthlessness, so how could they possibly be afraid of such an insignificant boy or girl?

Some samurai began to sneer.

It seems the Demon Civilization isn't all that great after all.

"It seems we still have to rely on ourselves."

"That's right, the real strong ones are still people like us."

As they spoke, the tribe's warriors drew their swords and other weapons, their eyes fixed fiercely on Jia'er.

With a roar, they pounced on her, intending to kill Jia'er.

“You…” Jia’er said in a low voice, not expecting things to develop like this.

Taiyi glanced at her, a resolute glint in his eyes. "Jiaer, let me see if you've grown at all."

He reached out and gently waved his hand, injecting a warm and powerful light into Jia'er's body—the power of the wind-elemental warrior's spirit.

"Armed...Evolution." Jia'er murmured softly, closing her eyes, her mind perfectly aligned with that power.

A dazzling light followed, radiating from her body.

Her body underwent an astonishing transformation; the light gradually faded, revealing her true form—Angebomon.

Angewomon has a graceful figure, with a pair of transparent, crystal-like butterfly wings unfolding behind her, shimmering with light, like a fairy from a fantasy world.

She appeared to be wearing a light bikini that accentuated her beautifully curved figure, showcasing both feminine grace and an unassailable sense of power.

Immediately afterwards, the homeostatic power within Jia'er erupted, causing the surrounding space to distort rapidly, and a howling wind swept across the area.

The wind was so strong it seemed capable of tearing everything apart; the surrounding air vibrated, as if the entire space itself was trembling because of it.

At this moment, the tribe's warriors, the exiles, and even the members of the demon squad were stunned, their eyes filled with shock and fear.

They simply couldn't understand why such a seemingly frail little girl could exude such a powerful aura and pressure.

"Why do I feel like she's even stronger than our Overlord?" a tribal warrior whispered, trembling.

“I feel the same way,” another exile replied tremblingly. “She’s stronger than Silas.”

I don't think Silas has that much of a powerful aura or presence.

Outrageous

This is all just too outrageous!

At that moment, everyone around was stunned with fear.

Under the powerful force unleashed by Angewomon, the warriors of the tribe, the exiles, and the members of the demon squad all began to tremble.

Even the scimitar-wielding Black, that usually cold and ruthless demon warrior, could not suppress the trembling in his body.

His legs trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with terror.

"Digital civilization, indeed, cannot be measured by common sense." Curved Blade Little Black muttered through gritted teeth, a deep sense of dread growing in his heart towards these unknown forces.

Despite this, the tribe's warriors did not back down. Their instinctive wildness and courage made them decide to continue charging forward.

After all, as warriors of a barbaric tribe, they were already accustomed to being with death, even when facing enemies far more powerful than they could have imagined.

"Charge! We're not afraid to die!" a samurai roared angrily, raising his greatsword and charging towards Angewomon without hesitation.

However, Angewomon simply waved her hand, bent her legs slightly, and quickly inverted her body, instantly unleashing her ultimate move—the Whirlwind Kick.

The power of the Whirlwind Kick should not be underestimated; its speed and force are so great that it's like a whirlwind rushing in.

Her legs swept across with the force of lightning, like sharp blades, and all the enemies in her way were sent flying without any chance to resist.

With a "whoosh!" almost instantly, all the tribal warriors who rushed forward were kicked away by her, flying far away like kites with broken strings.

In just a moment, the tribal warriors vanished completely.

The exiles, members of the demon squad, stared wide-eyed, their eyes filled with boundless terror.

I didn't see anything clearly just now, and those tribal warriors were already kicked away?

What kind of speed is this?

"Do you still want to fight me?" Angewomon's voice was like a cold wind in a storm.

Before she finished speaking, the gale around Fairymon rose up again, growing stronger and stronger, like a surging wave crashing in.

This wind, amplified by constant forces, caused the surrounding air to tremble violently.

For the exiles and members of the demon squad, the power of this wind was almost irresistible.

Its intensity was so great that they felt even breathing became difficult, and their lungs seemed to be oppressed by an invisible pressure.

"This... what kind of power is this?"

"horrible."

They were trembling, their voices filled with shock and unspeakable fear.

At that moment, the oppressive force filling the air became unbearable for everyone, and the exiles and members of the demon squad all knelt down.

Everyone's knees seemed to be nailed down by an invisible force of wind, unable to lift.

"We can't be enemies with digital civilization..." A strong thought surged in their minds at the same time.

Each person kneeling in worship was filled with unspeakable terror and regret.

They thought they were already very capable.

But he was defeated by a little girl.

this kind of thing,

It was something they would never have dared to imagine before.

They had never even dreamed of it.

But then, suddenly...

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At that moment, Angewomon walked up to Taichi, stopped, and asked softly, "Am I strong?"

Tai nodded, his eyes filled with affirmation.

Fairymon was satisfied upon hearing this.

Everyone present was stunned into silence by what they saw. They gasped in shock.

Fairymon is so powerful, it actually listens to this boy so much?

Who exactly is this mysterious young man?

What kind of power does this young man possess?

The members of the Demon Squad, including Curved Black, had already guessed Taiyi's identity. They lowered their heads and dared not speak.

Da da da,

Taiyi continued walking, his steps steady and firm, with Angewomon following closely behind as they headed towards the main hall.

No one dared to say anything more, and no one dared to stop them.

Some tribal warriors rushed towards this place, attracted by the commotion. They wanted to block Taiyi's path, but the next moment, Taiyi snorted.

The immense digital soul suddenly erupted with powerful energy, instantly sweeping across the surroundings. The air seemed to be filled with an invisible force, and visible digital data surged through the air like a raging wave.

The tribal warriors who charged forward felt the oppressive force; their powerful bodies seemed to be bound by some invisible force, rendering them unable to move.

The suffocating sense of oppression, like a mountain pressing down on them, left them powerless to resist.

The feeling of this suppression is truly terrifying.

They could only be forced to kneel on the ground as well.

They all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at Taiyi, and could only submit to the supreme pressure from the digital civilization.

...At this moment, in the main hall, the Northern Overlord Tai Sneif sat in the main seat, wearing silver armor inlaid with gleaming iron plates.

He is discussing a collaboration with Aatrox and Sylas.

Sword Demon Ato stood to the side, clad in black armor, his face contorted with rage, his eyes radiating a chilling killing intent.

Silas stood a little further away, wearing a tattered cloak, his hair disheveled, and his face showing a hint of weariness and melancholy.

He wore heavy shackles, as if constantly reminding himself that he had once been a prisoner.

"With the help of your Styx Civilization and Demon Civilization, I will surely be able to unify the Frieza Civilization!" Ty Snef, the Northern Overlord, laughed loudly.

His eyes gleamed with ambition, as if he could already see the rise of his iron-blooded empire.

He knew that the reason he could not conquer the Southern civilization was because the South was protected by the Angelic Civilization.

Without the support of the Angelic Civilization, how could the Southern Civilization withstand its powerful Northern army?

A cold smile crept across Ty Sniff's lips, his eyes filled with disdain for Southern civilization.

“I, Aatrox, can agree to this cooperation on behalf of Queen Morgana, but…” Aatrox paused.

The gazes of Tyrion Lannister and Silas the Liberator turned to him simultaneously, awaiting his continuation.

Sword Demon Ato finally spoke: "As long as you don't become enemies of the digital civilization, our cooperation can last a long time."

Before he finished speaking, the atmosphere around him froze.

Sword Demon Ato understood that Queen Morgana did not want to clash with the digital civilization for the time being, but rather hoped to preserve her strength and wait for the right opportunity.

Upon hearing this, Ty Sneef scoffed, his tone filled with contempt: "Digital civilization, so impressive, huh?"

Silas also said, "Yeah, is it really that powerful?"

Sword Demon Ato looked at the two men, a cold smile flashing in his eyes. He knew that these two men looked down on digital civilization, but he also understood that it was this very contempt that could bring disaster.

He spoke slowly, looking at Silas: "You are under the command of Death God Karl, didn't he mention the power of the digital civilization to you?"

Silas's eyes turned slightly cold, seemingly displeased.

He took a deep breath, as if trying to soothe the pain and memories of the past, and then said coldly, "I was once imprisoned, just like you. The prison set up by those cowards and hypocrites imprisoned me for life and made me commit a capital crime. For me, living has no meaning except for revenge. I have nothing but shackles."

As he spoke, his tone grew colder, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.