Super Seminary Angel Binghua

After reaching an agreement with the Titans, Hua Ye began to plan to re-enter the Angel Nebula. The first thing he had to do was to form an army that could confront the Angel Legion head-on.

The Titan ship of the Titan Protoss came into Hua Ye's field of vision. Its size was larger than the Sky Blade. Although its firepower was not as powerful as the Sky Blade, its defensive capabilities were up to par.

Hua Ye began to let the affiliated civilizations under his command build Titan ships. Of course, they were modified, otherwise warriors from ordinary animal civilizations would not be able to control them.

On the other hand, Hua Ye rarely used the wealth he had accumulated over the past ten thousand years and began to vigorously strengthen the combat power of his angels, intending to use everything he had.

This made the soldiers under Hua Ye's command feel excited. They had never seen such a king before, but it had to be said that Hua Ye's desperate actions made the soldiers of the Tiangong Royal Court feel more confident than ever before.

In the Poker Nebula, due to the conflict between the Thane Empire and the Hayden Civilization and the Lan Star, the situation has become extremely chaotic. Only a small area has remained calm because of its belief in the righteous order of angels.

But this is just the surface. Within these civilizations that believe in justice and order, some people are already impatient and ready to join this chaos to get what they want.

A group of interstellar mercenaries broke through the soldiers blocking them, smashed a closed palace door with their weapons, and entered the palace hall.

"Aren't you afraid of being punished by angels if you do this?"

King Kerry, who was sitting on the throne in the palace hall, asked sharply.

"I don't need to bother you anymore. As long as you die, someone will help us cover it all.

To the outside world, he just died of a serious illness. "

The leader was a figure with her hair tied back in a bun and a pair of folded black wings on her back. She glanced around, then stretched out her hand to signal her soldiers to take action.

Seeing this, the interstellar mercenary who followed her here showed a ferocious smile and approached the old man sitting on the throne.

"Old guy, we will entertain you well."

Listening to the painful screams, the female fallen angel, the leader of the interstellar mercenaries, walked to the throne with enchanting steps, turned around and sat on it, looking at the old king begging for mercy below with interest.

At this moment, a group of people poured in from outside the palace hall again, and they entered the hall under the leadership of a middle-aged man wearing Chinese clothes.

In an instant, dozens of guns were pointed at the female fallen angel sitting on the throne and her subordinates, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense.

"What? Prince Kerry, you are trying to burn the bridge across the river."

The female fallen angel made no move, but the mercenaries under her command raised their weapons to confront the palace guards.

King Kerry, who was pushed to the ground after hearing the words of the female fallen angel, looked at Prince Kerry with wide eyes in disbelief, but before he could question him, a bullet penetrated his head.

Prince Kerry put down the gun in his hand and said with a cold face:

"Of course not, but you should go, I will handle the rest myself.

As for your reward, I have put it in the same place as agreed. Those who believe in you should receive it. "

A smile suddenly appeared on the originally calm face of the female fallen angel. A prompt sounded from the communicator placed in the combat uniform. She took a quick look and stood up from the throne.

"Then this position is yours. Put away your weapons and let's go."

Watching the female fallen angel leaving with a group of her subordinates, the palace guard captain brought by Prince Kerry asked in a low voice:

"Are we just going to let them go like this?"

"Otherwise, if we issue a notice to the outside world, we will say that a group of space mercenaries broke into the Kaili Palace, killed the king, bloodbathed the entire royal family, and plundered a large amount of resources.

And we repelled this group of vicious mercenaries and protected the Kaili Palace. "

Prince Kerry's plain words echoed in the ears of the palace guards, sending chills in their hearts.

In a small spaceship on the outskirts of the Kerry planet system, a male mercenary said angrily:

"Sister, what kind of attitude does Prince Kerry have? We have cleared the way for him to ascend the throne. It doesn't matter if he doesn't keep us as guests, but he still wants to attack us!"

"We did his dirty work for him. If we weren't afraid of the strength of our mercenary group, we would have been silenced."

The female fallen angel called elder sister said casually, her gaze falling on the starry sky outside the ship's window.

"Sister, where should we go next?"

The mercenary piloting the spaceship asked. The female fallen angel thought for a moment and said:

"Let's meet up with the other team members first, and then go to Exchange Street. We need to sell the things we got and resupply along the way."

Hearing this, many members in the spacecraft cheered. Trading Street is a well-known place of order in the Pocket Nebula. Some crimes and fights are prohibited there. As long as you have enough money, it will be a paradise-like existence.

"Sister, we just made an order within the scope of the Order of Justice. If we go to Exchange Street now, will we encounter any patrolling angels?"

The most senior member of the mercenary group worried that the reason why he was so worried was because the boss of Trading Street had a connection with the angels.

As long as the angel civilization investigates these things carefully, they cannot hide them.

"Don't worry, that prince won't be stupid enough to report to the angel, and he himself is not clean either.

And if the angels really want to find us, do you think we can escape?

So let’s enjoy ourselves while we’re still alive. "

The female fallen angel chuckled and said, not caring much about the angel's investigation.

Ever since she could remember, she had relied on her own struggles to survive. If she had cared about this or that, she would have died in that corner long ago.

In a bar on Exchange Street, the female fallen angel found a remote corner and sat down. Her clothes were changed into more revealing casual clothes, revealing the fair and delicate skin of her arms and thighs.

Watching the men and women chatting with each other and dancing in the tavern, she was like an outsider, quietly admiring the chaos while drinking the wine in her glass.

No one came to chat with her because she was a regular visitor here. Many people knew that she was a rose with thorns. If she was not careful, she would be pricked and her hands would be covered with blood.

Over time, no one approached her to talk to her, which also made her lose a lot of fun, but there seemed to be something different today.

"Can I sit here, beautiful lady?"

Before she could answer, a handsome man with a faint smile sat in the seat opposite.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Ka Ming."

Feeling the strange yet familiar energy aura on Ka Ming's body, she lightly opened her lips and uttered two words.

"curtain blade"