The game is about becoming a god, starting with the rampage of Hua Ye.

Chapter 49 The Final Battle (5)

Inside the flagship Skyblade, besides some guards, there were only the crew members who piloted the Skyblade. They continuously used the Skyblade's supercomputing core to assist the millions of female angels with intelligence gathering and combat strength prediction, and also provided support through the communication system of the signal tower.

This capability of assistance is achieved through the full operation of three large combat celestial bodies.

This prevented the millions of female angels from fighting alone or rushing around aimlessly. The systematic combat system was the most important aspect of this battle. Fortunately, Hua Ye's side did not react in time, making this the safest place.

At the very top of the Skyblade building, a black figure sat there listlessly, watching the chaotic battlefield through the projection in front of him. Strangely, the angels guarding him around him did not notice him at all, as if there was no one there at all.

"Sigh! Do these little angels only know how to fly around and fight? Don't they know the principles of tactics, formations, and cooperative teamwork? It seems I'll have to talk to Keisha about this later. Just knowing how to fight head-on isn't enough. Their current strength is not enough for them to fight alone."

Glenn frequently commented on this and that, pointing out their shortcomings. Fortunately, they had their own researched small-scale three-dimensional matrix core badge, which gave each angel a chance to make mistakes. Otherwise, fighting like this would have resulted in a terrifying mortality rate.

After the war began, Glenn still couldn't let go of them. When Keisha led her army to attack, he silently arrived here through the wormhole on the Skyblade, planning to take action once the situation deteriorated. For him, it would be too easy; he could simply forcefully take down Hua Ye.

Don't ask why Glenn was able to arrive here so quietly. When assembling the three large combat celestial bodies, Keisha and the others unanimously granted him secondary authority. Even if Glenn objected, it was to no avail. And here it is, in use.

The projection kept changing its perspective, and some images kept appearing in Glenn's eyes. Finally, Glenn's gaze stopped, and an image froze in place.

A short-haired beauty was fighting a male angel. They seemed evenly matched, but when Glenn saw this, his brows furrowed and his lips twitched unconsciously.

"Is this girl really that stubborn? Has she lost her mind?"

"Where are the 'Awei Eighteen Styles' I taught you? Why didn't you use the 'Old Man Pushing a Cart' or 'Guanyin Sitting on a Lotus'? You really have no respect for your boss."

Grown grew angrier the more he looked at it, and he almost stepped in to teach Ya'er a lesson, completely unaware of how unconventional his naming method was.

On the battlefield, Ya'er and Hua Ye's centurions were locked in a fierce battle.

Thanks to the close combat skills she learned from Glenn, Ya'er's current strength, while not yet at the level of the Three Kings, is not much different from that of Ailan Ruoning, and is also at the peak of the first generation. This is why Ya'er entered the high-ranking angels.

"Hey, little girl, you can't beat me if you don't have any trump cards up your sleeve."

Centurion Lox looked at the somewhat adorable little angel in front of him with amusement. Although he didn't know her age, she didn't seem to be very old.

Upon hearing this, Ya'er became somewhat angry. She was a high-ranking battle angel over eight hundred years old, so how could she be called a little girl? What could she do about her appearance? Over the past few hundred years, she had worked very hard to develop into a mature female angel.

Thinking of his trump card, Ya'er felt uneasy thinking about the eighteen forms of Awei that Lord Glen had painstakingly created for her. Although they were powerful, the name troubled her. Sometimes she wondered why someone as upright and selfless as Lord Glen would have such a strange name.

Ultimately, Ya'er maintained her ladylike image and never used or let anyone know that she possessed such a strange and deadly move.

The situation forced her to consider whether to use this move. As long as she didn't reveal her name, no one should make any other connections, right? Although Lord Glenn had said that shouting out the name of a move when it was used would increase its power, she absolutely couldn't say the name out loud; that was her bottom line.

After hesitating for a moment, Ya'er still muttered softly.

"Just... just say it silently."

Ultimately, Ya'er compromised a little, taking into account Lord Glen's tyranny.

Seeing the opponent's arrogant demeanor, Ya'er became even more determined to defeat her opponent first, as everything was for the sake of victory.

He cheered himself on internally, but said aloud:

"Hmph! Since you're looking for death, then I'll grant your wish."

Upon hearing this, Locke was startled.

Could it be that I was right? What trump card does she have up her sleeve?

Ignoring the other party's surprise, Ya'er focused on manipulating her longsword.

Following the micro-wormhole algorithm taught to her by Lord Glenn, Ya'er precisely controlled the longsword to float and rotate, watching the longsword in her hand constantly spinning and surging with energy.

Ya'er was overjoyed. She suddenly joined her right index and middle fingers together to form a sword finger, pointing it at Rocks. The rapidly spinning longsword, like a fiery red drill, rushed towards the enemy.

Lox was startled. Faced with this strange attack, his gaze became extremely serious, and he gripped his longsword tightly, ready to deal with any attack that might come at any moment.

But the next moment, a bizarre scene stunned Lox. The attack that was about to strike suddenly disappeared, vanishing right before his eyes.

"what?"

Lockes hurriedly looked around, trying to find traces of the attack elsewhere, but he was disappointed; there was nothing there. Gradually, a trace of fear appeared in his eyes. He didn't understand, he didn't comprehend, and he was at a loss.

Upon seeing this, Ya'er was overjoyed. Her small cherry lips curled up slightly, revealing a triumphant smile. Then, Ya'er flicked her sword finger slightly before bringing it down.

Suddenly, a slight spatial fluctuation appeared behind Lockes, and the vanished red drill abruptly reappeared there, attacking like a storm.

A murderous aura erupted, and Lockes felt a chill run down his spine, an intense, bone-chilling cold. This change drastically altered his expression, and he tried to jump to the side with all his might, but it was all over.

"puff!"

Accompanied by a sharp, agonizing pain, his abdomen suddenly exploded, and a beam of red light shot out along with splattered blood.

At this moment, Ya'er silently murmured to herself:

"Combined version, one shot, one kill with the Poison Dragon Drill."

Only after saying this did Ya'er breathe a sigh of relief; this had made her even more nervous than defeating the enemy.

"Pfft."

Lockes clutched a gaping hole in his abdomen, his face deathly pale. The intense pain caused him to stagger back a few steps, sit on the ground, and then lean against a piece of wreckage.

"This...how is this possible? How could you possess such abilities? Ugh!"

As he spoke, another mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth.

Ya'er then realized what was happening, gripped her weapon, and came to his side. Looking at the enemy who was about to die, she couldn't help but sigh that Lord Glenn's Awei Eighteen Styles were indeed terrifyingly powerful.

"You never knew that there was a great figure behind us. With him, we could never lose."

Ya'er said solemnly that she was very grateful for Lord Glen's help. Without his care, she would not know where she would have died on the battlefield. Although it was a bit inappropriate for Lord Glen to make her his secretary, it was undeniable that Lord Glen's foresight was beyond her imagination.

"Heh! I don't know what you're talking about! But I'm about to die, can you tell me what exactly happened with that attack just now? Does that move have a name?"

Rocks already felt that he was not far from death, but his curiosity still made him ask the question. He had to die knowing why!

However, his question made Ya'er's face stiffen, and she felt somewhat at a loss.

And so, under Lox's expectant gaze, Ya'er gave her answer.

"No, this is a secret."

She wouldn't say those names! It's too embarrassing.

"you…"

Lockes was furious. He couldn't catch his breath, his eyes went completely glazed over, his head drooped, and he died. He died with his eyes wide open in disbelief!

"Forehead!"

Ya'er looked a little embarrassed. She hadn't expected that her refusal would hasten his death. However, this was the one thing she couldn't compromise on, absolutely not.

On the Skyblade, Glenn watched the spectacular scene and couldn't help but laugh heartily. As expected, Ya'er was much more interesting this way.