The overlord of the gods is interrogating the alien female spy.

　As she called out, the monster fragments that Theresa had clearly killed suddenly stirred up a whirlwind, and in just a few breaths, the monster reappeared, roaring and completely unharmed, as if the previous injuries had no effect on it at all.

　"Damn it... what a bizarre creation..."

　How to win?

　Now it's two against two again.

　Lamaren looked at Theresa.

　"Run?"

　Now that they know what the other party looks like, they can consider their mission accomplished. The other party is too strong; there's nothing they can do if they can't capture them. If all else fails, perhaps they could try persuading their husbands?

　"Trying to run away?"

　But Felin stopped.

　She wanted them to escape so that she could lure out the person behind them.

　Negotiations can only be conducted when you meet the person in person; otherwise, nothing you say will make a difference.

　"Chase."

　Three people and one monster, and so began a chase on the street.

　Fortunately, there weren't many people in the area at this time, and even if ordinary people saw their fight, they would have already closed their doors and stayed at home.

　Without real strength, watching a play is tantamount to suicide.

　"Where are the guards?"

　After running away for a while, Lamaren remembered this matter.

　They've been fighting for so long, and although there are many guards patrolling the city recently under martial law due to the Elector's assassination attempt, they haven't seen a single guard yet...

　"No guards... Sure enough, they've started making their move."

　Phil also thought of this.

　But this suited her perfectly.

　"Now, it's your turn. M2, aim at that pink Sarkaz, pay attention to your output power, only damage, don't kill."

　“A clear roar”

　The pitch-black monster opened its sharp mouth, and in the next moment, a beam of energy gathered in its mouth, transforming into a pillar of light that blasted towards the fleeing Sarkaz.

　A low, questioning murmur.

　However, after the laser cannon exploded, it only brought out a large cloud of smoke and dust.

　"You two can't even handle such a small thing? I really overestimated you. When you get back, you'll both get a good scolding."

　As the smoke cleared, the expressions on the two sides were quite different.

　"Owner!"

　Theresa was being helped by Ramalen; she had twisted her ankle while running too fast and dodging the attack. Fortunately…

　"We understand, we'll be fine when we get back. She's the murderer, you need to catch her!"

　Ramalyn hooked her arm around Theresa's shoulder, no longer caring whether she or Theresa would get pricked first. With this girl around, that Felin on the other side would be a piece of cake.

　"you……"

　Looking at the Qilin Overlord standing proudly in the sunlight, and at those sun-like eyes that only existed in his memory, Felin's hand holding the sword trembled.

　Chapter Seventy: Oh no, they're in cahoots!

　"Hehehe, how dare you lay a hand on my slave, you little kitten! How should I deal with you?"

　"..."

　Is it an illusion?

　still is……

　She couldn't believe it.

　"Aren't you going to say anything? Your hands are shaking. Are you so afraid of me?"

　Scared?

　Are you scared?

　Perhaps. After all, the opponent is... the overlord among the overlords of the gods. She can't even defeat some of the gods, and can only outsmart them, so how could she possibly fight a true overlord of the gods?

　She has died many times because of this, and she knows all too well how difficult it is to kill a powerful ruler of the gods.

　"Do not."

　She spoke up, denying the claim that she was the Qilin Overlord.

　"I'm not afraid of you."

　"Then why are you trembling, little kitty?"

　If it wasn't fear... then why were her hands trembling?

　The man took a step toward him.

　Her hands had become even more powerful, and she could barely hold onto the sword.

　"..."

　Why are you still dawdling?

　Lamarle didn't understand. Didn't he think even a single word was too much when he was hitting her?

　Or is this guy only this lenient with Sarkaz?

　"……broken."

　Seeing Qilin's state, Theresa suddenly blurted out something.

　"what?"

　Before Lamarle could even process what was happening, the two who were facing off made another move.

　Finally, Felin grasped the sword. She seemed to have overcome her fear and charged towards the Qilin with the sword raised. The monster followed her and ferociously pounced on the Qilin overlord.

　"call……"

　Lamarle couldn't bear to watch what was about to happen. She covered her eyes with her horned wings and then covered Theresa's eyes with her hands, so that the bloody scene wouldn't make her miss her lunch.

　"..."

　She was daydreaming again...

　She fantasizes about a great victory in the first war between beasts and demons, where she remains the sage of the beast kingdom, and the divine people and beast kings are utterly obedient and hardworking under their sole master. She fantasizes about that civilization, guided by her, leaving the earth and ascending into the sky, its technology advancing by leaps and bounds, ultimately overcoming all crises.

　She woke up again and again, and fell into hallucinations after death time and time again.

　With each moment of lucidity, each resurrection, some of the memories she inherited, explored, and recorded would become blurred, but the part about him alone would not be worn away by the long passage of time.

　It's like words carved on stone... It won't disappear even after a thousand or ten thousand years.

　"*A joyful chirp*"

　The pitch-black monster flew higher than the Qilin Overlord, thus enabling it to completely embrace the Qilin. The creature, enveloping the Qilin, was held and held in Chen Lingxu's arms.

　Felin's hood fell back, revealing his white hair and erect, bluish-white lynx ears.

　Her pair of emerald-green eyes were tightly closed, just as tightly as her hands embracing the Qilin, for she feared this was yet another illusion.

　"Ah... what a pleasant surprise, isn't it, Kal'tsit?"

　Chen Lingxu lowered his head, pressed down on the ears of the large lynx in his arms, and took a deep breath of her scent.

　The wisps of hair left in her hair, mixed with dust and sweat, testified to the hardships she had endured along the way.

　But what's more prominent and clearer is that lingering, light lime scent that Chen Lingxu can't forget.

　"Xu... Ah Xu... Hold me tighter..."

　"Very well, I will grant your request, my friend."

　"..."

　Oh no, they're in cahoots!

　Lamarle then realized what Theresa meant when she said "it's broken."

　"So, you two are still going against her?"

　Anese appeared beside the two, and seeing the Qilin reuniting with his old friends and not wanting to be disturbed, he still chose to talk to them.

　“Ms. Agnese… um, you, you all knew all along?”

　As Theresa looked at the woman from Felin being embraced so gently and tenderly by the Qilin Overlord, she felt a tightness in her chest, but didn't know what to say.

　“I’m sorry, Theresa. This is His Majesty the Celestial Lord’s order. In fact, we knew about it the moment she appeared.”

　Although Anese apologized, she didn't feel ashamed at all that the two of them had been toyed with by the Qilin Overlord.

　"It doesn't matter……"

　Theresa shook hands; her foot still hurt a little.

　It's just that the current Qilin Overlord doesn't have time to deal with such trivial matters.

　"Alright, Theresa, Ramalen. Let's go back first."

　Agnès felt it would be better to leave some more space.

　"Um……"

　Lamaren glanced at Theresa, then at the Qilin over there. The banshee shook her horned wings, cast a light-up spell on her sister, and then carried her back to the tower with the wolf lord.

　There's nothing you can do if you've been tricked...

　“A-Xu…you…I…”

　Kal'tsit's feet landed on the ground again. She tilted her head back, cradling the Kirin's head in her fingertips. She had so many questions to ask and so many things to say that she couldn't say anything. She could only helplessly tap her toes.

　"This is a long story. Let's go to the Emperor's tower first and talk about it slowly."

　Chen Lingxu looked at Kal'tsit, who had transformed into a giant lynx.

　Her appearance has changed quite a bit since we first met.

　Although her face hadn't changed much, both her once beautiful, black, silky hair and her height had changed.

　The lynx standing in front of him now had neat, short white hair, with the only long strand draped over her right shoulder. Her two erect lynx ears looked soft and fluffy, and her soft, cat-like head made one want to reach out and rub it to feel its texture.

　However, compared to the soft and cute image of lynxes, Kal'tsit exudes a sharp and ruthless aura, like a peerless divine weapon that will surely draw blood when it is drawn.

　Her attire was also very clean and neat. Underneath a black, single-sleeved shawl was a spiral-shaped long skirt inlaid with obsidian and green agate, paired with ink-black tight-fitting light trousers and finely crafted black boots, making her look like a famous knight-errant. And the black silk handkerchiefs she wore to protect her hands added a touch of delicate femininity to this knight-errant.

　When those eyes fell into Chen Lingxu's eyes, all he saw was 'desire' for him. Over the past ten thousand years, all the emotions that had accumulated in her heart might explode if they weren't properly guided out.

　Chen Lingxu enjoys watching yanderes have fun, but that doesn't mean he enjoys being bothered by them.

　Since Kal'tsit has become a lynx cat, it's more appropriate for her to be cute and adorable.

　"Hmm...we'll talk about it when we get back."

　Kal'tsit looked at M2 beside her, wanting to turn it back, but before she could speak, the little monster let out a pitiful cry. It seemed that the Qilin was so focused on caring for Kal'tsit that it forgot about its actions and was a bit ungrateful for her beauty.

　"You've become even more handsome, little one."

　"

　Chen Lingxu still remembered that when they first met, this little thing was just Kal'tsit's 'exoskeleton' mech, but now it can move independently.

　"*A joyful neigh*"

　But his personality remains the same, like a happy little dog.

　Chapter Seventy-One: Loving You Ten Thousand Years

　The cat turns around, lands on the ground, and shakes off the water.

　Stretching, Kal'tsit picked up the clothes hanging on the basket, touched her still slightly damp hair, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't bother to dry it.

　“A-Xu…”

　A large, white lynx sat down next to the Qilin. Before she could make any request, the Qilin reached out and used a dragon talisman to control the Wendang hair dryer to dry her hair.