Super Seminary: Peerless Momen

Inside the North American Metropolitan Hotel, Morgana and her group of demon followers were watching the decisive battle in Tianhe City through remote live broadcast.

When the final result was revealed and China won a glorious victory, Morgana's emotions erupted like a volcano.

She stood up from her throne abruptly, anger filling the air.

With a deafening "clang", another bottle of valuable red wine turned into pieces in her anger.

"Waste! All of you waste!" Morgana's roar echoed in the room.

She watched helplessly as the Taotie army's attack on Tianhe City not only ended in failure, but also in complete annihilation, which added fuel to the fire of anger in her heart.

Although the Taotie army achieved some victories on other battlefields, these were nothing but insignificant consolation for Morgana.

After she and Carl spread the demon virus and the death virus, those areas had already fallen into chaos and turmoil.

Only China still maintains a surprisingly stable social order and strong military power.

What makes Morgana and Carl even more headache is that China also has a powerful army that cannot be underestimated.

In order to retaliate and to disrupt the stability of China, Morgana secretly instructed the Taotie army to attack China.

To her, chaos and turmoil are the paradise for demons to survive.

However, the defeat of the Taotie army now meant that her plan had failed once again.

Morgana's anger was like a violent storm, and her mouth was filled with fragrance...

After witnessing this scene, the demons in the hall tightened their necks, lowered their heads, and dared not utter a sound.

They knew very well that when Queen Morgana was angry, the best option was to remain silent and wait until her anger subsided a little before speaking.

Therefore, they could only endure silently, listening to Morgana's curses and feeling the storm-like anger that lasted for two minutes.

Perhaps she was tired of scolding, or perhaps she was thirsty from scolding, Morgana suddenly quieted down and slowly sat back on her throne, but her face was still filled with anger and unwillingness.

Seeing this, Atuo quickly picked up a glass of red wine and carefully handed it forward: "Queen, don't be angry, drink a glass of wine to calm your nerves."

Morgana took the wine glass and drank it all, as if trying to use alcohol to calm her inner anger.

Seeing that the time had come, Atuo asked at the right time: "Queen, what should we do now?"

"What to do? Just leave it alone!" Morgana replied unhappily.

Atuo immediately knelt on one knee and asked for battle in a serious manner: "Queen, please allow me to fight. Atuo swears to avenge the Queen until his death."

Seeing this, the other demons also knelt on one knee and shouted in unison: "Queen, please allow us to fight!"

Morgana looked at Atuo, then glanced at the loyal demon warriors, took a deep breath, and nodded with some relief.

But then, she suddenly exploded again: "Can you use your brains? I resurrected you to let you fight against angels, not to let you bully little brats!"

Atuo and the other demons looked at her in a daze, then they reacted and nodded in agreement.

Morgana waved her hand unhappily and rubbed her swollen temples, obviously feeling helpless towards this group of subordinates.

After a moment, Morgana raised her head and looked at Atuo firmly: "Atuo, summon Black Wind immediately."

Atuo was slightly stunned, then he reacted quickly and agreed.

He knew that this meant the Queen had new plans.

……

In the Lieyang civilization tens of millions of light years away, the main city of Lingxiao on the Lieyang star appears particularly prosperous.

In this ancient and vibrant city, a grand banquet is being held in the General's Mansion.

The sounds of stringed instruments and orchestras rose and fell in the mansion, and the dancers danced gracefully, adding a touch of bright color to the banquet.

Pan Zhen, the great general of the Lieyang Civilization whose fame spread throughout the known universe, was now sitting cross-legged in front of the desk leisurely.

While tasting the fine wine and enjoying the wonderful music and dance performances on the stage, his expression revealed a rare sense of ease and contentment.

At this joyous moment, a hurried soldier broke the tranquility of the banquet.

A personal guard hurried into the banquet hall, his footsteps echoing in the hall.

He came to the desk, knelt on one knee, and breathlessly reported to Pan Zhen: "General, the Blue Star spy has reported!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he respectfully presented a scroll.

Pan Zhen raised his head and looked at the guard with sharp eyes. He took the scroll and waved his hand, signaling him to leave.

As the guards left, the atmosphere in the banquet hall suddenly became tense.

Pan Zhen slowly opened the scroll and saw a line of words written on it: "Taotie invades, the heroic soldiers win, the goddess takes action, Xuan Tianji dies!"

This brief message was like thunder, shaking Pan Zhen's mind.

Seeing this, Pan Zhen frowned, and a trace of shock and anger flashed in his eyes.

He slammed the table with such force that the sturdy desk broke into pieces, with debris flying everywhere.

This sudden action scared the dancers and musicians. They all stopped moving, knelt on the ground, and dared not make a sound.

Pan Zhen was silent for a moment, then waved his hand, signaling them to leave. The dancers and musicians quickly stood up and left, leaving Pan Zhen standing alone in the banquet hall.

His figure seemed particularly lonely in the empty hall, and his heart was filled with endless distress.

Pan Zhen looked down at the scroll in his hand again, then threw it to the ground, as if he wanted to throw away the message on it.

He stood up, walked out of the banquet hall with heavy steps, and came to the steps.

He looked up at the scorching sun in the sky, a bitter look on his face.

That smile contained helplessness, worry and uncertainty about the future.

He sighed deeply, as if he wanted to let go of the burden in his heart with this breath.

Pan Zhen murmured to himself, with a hint of sadness and confusion in his voice: "Goddess, time is running out for Lieyang, why are you doing this!"

His words revealed his worries about the future, his dissatisfaction with the goddess's behavior, and his helplessness about the fate of the Lieyang civilization.

Standing on the steps, Pan Zhen's figure looked particularly lonely under the sunlight.

He knew that with the news coming from Blue Star, the Fiery Sun Civilization had to make a choice.

As the general and guardian of Lieyang, he must make a decision as soon as possible and make advance preparations for the continuation of Lieyang civilization.

"The Heavenly Plan..." Pan Zhen murmured!

After a moment, his eyes became firm again. He turned back to the mansion, ready to summon his advisers and generals to discuss countermeasures.