"It's over."
After so many years together, Insect Thirteen knew better than anyone how much his old friend doted on his child in his later years.
Now, upon hearing the news of his death, one could only fear that the Wise Angel had gone mad.
"Why play such a huge joke on us?"
"Mad, mad, everyone's gone mad, we must rush to save the sovereign!"
The Angel King immediately gathered his confidants and his Angel Legion, hastily rushing to the royal city.
Fear rose in his heart.
Countless young insects, their laughter ringing out as they built a beautiful garden together, sang together, and broke free from their cocoons to become butterflies.
They all had their beautiful lives, and they all longed to break free and become beautiful beings.
The Butterfly Race, the Angel Race, if war were to break out...
...
On the Cangwu Tree.
Liu Jun lay atop a flower bud, gazing at the Butterfly Race's Queen, Die Lvxin, who was present for an audience.
At this moment, she was like a Vermilion Bird with beautiful feathers, her exterior wrapped in a layer of transparent shell.
Liu Jun asked calmly, "How have the five of you been lately?"
Die Lvxin replied, "My husband has been continuously researching the fusion of various Divine Treasures, and it's nearly perfected; we are about to formally begin Ascension to Divinity."
"As for me, I handle the governmental affairs of the various factions that have emerged."
"The third one, Die Hongjun, is still researching the fusion of species through silk evolution."
"The fourth, that gourmand, is in charge of food management but has been quite idle lately, fixating on one of the test subject little Insect Dragons raised by the third, lurking around his laboratory all day, scheming to catch it for a barbecue skewer."
"Lord Phoenix Emperor has been colluding with the fourth as of late, planning to make a move on the little Insect Dragon and have a barbecue together."
"The fifth, Die Mingren, is still a Martial Fool, practicing day in and day out, claiming he wants to protect us."
Liu Jun remained calm: "I see."
Recently, the monarch Die Lvxiang donned the Divine Elephant Butterfly Robe, transforming into a majestic elephant with butterfly wings, appearing particularly dignified.
Though it's a peculiar scene with an elephant and a Vermilion Bird together.
Liu Jun shifted the topic, "Have you found out how that group of angels died?"
"They died inside their tree cavity lodgings, in a wretched state of death."
Die Lvxin's expression gradually became solemn, "This was likely premeditated; that group of young angels each had significant combat prowess, they weren't angels that could be killed by us ordinary Butterfly Race members."
Angels, who had discarded most superfluous structures, tread the path of pure Telekinesis, with small spherical wings.
Their telekinesis strength was over ten times that of a Butterfly Race member of the same tier.
For that group of angels to be assassinated, only a few entities could have the capability to orchestrate such a thing.
Die Lvxin sighed:
"Currently, based on the traces left behind by their deaths, it's all pointing to the third one, Die Hongjun; there are signs of biological mutations, evidence of their bodies being used as experiment subjects."
"Given that Die Hongjun is responsible for experimentation and evolution, it's plausible theoretically that if he had an interest in this group of angels, he might have secretly captured them for experiments."
Liu Jun took a sip of flower tea, "But he didn't have the time to commit the crime."
"Indeed."
Die Lvxin's expression turned grim, "For this period, the fourth and the Phoenix Emperor, those two foodies, have kept Die Hongjun under constant watch."
Die Hongjun himself is ruthless and decisive, yet extremely rational; he wouldn't engage in such reckless actions."
Speaking of this, a creeping sense of fear gradually arose in Die Lvxin's heart.
This indicated that the mastermind didn't know about Die Hongjun's recent schedule and happened to make a false accusation.
The mastermind placed the blame on someone who couldn't have committed the crime.
Therefore, it couldn't have been done by any of our own Butterfly Race monarchs internally, it could only have come from the angels outside.
Moreover,
The Butterfly Race didn't even have a reason to do such a thing.
To kill the young generation of angels, just for the sake of enmity?
The answer is evident; it could only have been the work of certain angels.
They are lifelong friends, fully aware of how the Wise Angel dotes on his children…
They also understand that killing this batch of angel offspring cuts off their roots…
Yet such a crazy act was still carried out, purely as a frame-up, to sow discord, to use others to do their dirty work, inciting the Wise Angel to march on the Cangwu Tree.
To provoke a war between the angels and the divine.
This ruthlessness made an inexplicable fear rise inside Die Lvxin's heart.
She didn't understand why things had come to this.
The once four great founding angels, had split apart, drifting farther and farther away.
In the distant future, will the five of us end up like that too?
"They've come." Liu Jun suddenly turned his head and intoned.
...
A massive cloud layer, brimming with the movement of thorny white bones, appeared in the distant sky.
"What is that?"
The insects in the gardens beneath the Cangwu Tree looked up, watching as the overwhelming Angel Army descended like a flood.
A glow penetrated from within the cloud layer.
Numerous sacred angels flapped their wings, surrounded by dense bone spurs, exuding a powerful oppressive aura.
That is the invincible Angel Rain of the Angel Race, where upon a thought, countless thorn-bone spurred rain instantly annihilates all enemies.
"Go back."
On the Cangwu Tree, Liu Jun looked at the angry visitors and softly stated, "It wasn't Die Hongjun."
If the visitors were clear-headed, they should discern the hint in Liu Jun's words: if the Butterfly Race didn't do it, then it could only have been done internally by the Angel Race.
But it couldn't be spelled out directly; it was up to them to investigate internally.
However, the Wise Angel was already blinded by rage but still retained a basic reverence deep inside:
"Great God of Longevity, we have come, naturally respecting the two great divinities, but I need confirmation—"
"Go back!"
Liu Jun's expression turned cold.
The sky was like it had been split by a bolt of lightning.
The voice transformed into sound waves, twisting into sharp arrows, instantly tearing through the entire Angel Legion.
Over five thousand angels, bristling with bone arrows, plunged from the sky like dumplings.
One thought for thunder!
Watching his Angel Army instantly collapse, the rage-blinded Wise Angel awoke as if from a dream, fear filling his eyes.
How vast is the gap between each realm?
First stage Wind Realm, where thoughts like breezes, merely allow for leafing through books and fetching objects.
Second stage Rain Realm, thoughts like torrential rain, where the primary means of slaughter still involve manipulating objects to attack.
Third stage Thunder Realm, where thoughts like thunder, can cause the soul to leave the body, directly assaulting the soul level of the opponent, is this something that mere physical bone-sword means could withstand?
Thunder Realm, in ancient times, was considered a deity in the human world.
Liu Jun, with one mere thought, amplified by low energy consumption, exhibited much greater power, causing these angels to fall like dumplings.
Currently, within the entire Butterfly Race, only Liu Jun and the Amber Swallowtail Butterfly are in the third stage, as breaking through this threshold is exceedingly difficult.
"No—"
Terror occupied the Wise Angel's heart, but the pain of his child's death still pressed heavily on his chest, "Reform the battle array, shoot arrows at my command—"
"Stubborn fool." In the next moment, Liu Jun's expression tightened, his eyes seemingly radiating electricity, striking the Wise Angel's will with telekinesis, causing him to plummet from the high sky instantly.
"This is a military exercise, I urge all angels to put down your blades."
Liu Jun spoke calmly.
Cutting through confusion with swift action is the right approach; if drawn out, it could lead to uncontrollable major troubles.
Huh?
The kind, bewildered little angels, originally confusedly forming battle formations, upon realizing they were attacking the greatest and kindest divinity, instantly lost much of their fighting spirit.
Additionally, the divine glory was like a prison, crushing them into an instant collapse.
Immediately, all angels couldn't hold on any longer, dropping all their bone spurs and landing on the ground.
"So it was just an act."
"Hehe, it's the god training us."
"It's god, I fought with god, I'm going home to tell the kids."
...
And just then, in the distance, the Angel King also arrived.
He wielded the War Staff, donned a golden cloak, wore the Thorn Crown, fully armed, ready to rescue the sovereign.
That was an army of thirty thousand angels.
Yet at this moment, seeing the entire army collapse instantly, amidst his fear and shock, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
He didn't even have time to be shocked by the divine power, instead looking at the fallen Wise Angel with a bitter murmur: "Why did it come to this..."
The Wise Angel glanced at the Angel King, then at the Prophet, and also at the Phoenix Emperor standing in the distance on the Cangwu Tree, like an old man who had lost all his vigor, broke down and wailed frantically:
"What can I do? What can I do? Jilupa is dead; my most beloved child is dead."
The entire battlefield fell silent, quietly watching this once war god of the angel race.
The wailing was so tragic, horrifying to behold.