Chapter 697

The destruction of the Four Calamities… was naturally the result of Ailin and Xiaohun's efforts.

The northern reaches of Blue Star.

Qin Feng quickly spotted his two heroines.

Ailin, clad in battle armor, drenched head to toe in blood.

And Xiaohun, dressed in a black gothic princess gown, still immaculate from head to toe.

Behind them stretched Qin Feng's enormous army, and… an endless tide of fresh blood and corpses.

The Four Calamities had been deeply rooted on Blue Star, with many portals connecting to other planes.

The enemies slain by Ailin and Xiaolan must number in the hundreds of millions of trillions.

"Lord, we have not failed your command!"

"Huggies~"

At this moment, upon seeing Qin Feng, both heroines hurried over.

Ailin dropped to one knee, thick blood dripping from her armor onto the ground.

Xiaohun, meanwhile, flew straight into Qin Feng's arms, nuzzling this way and that, begging for a hug.

Qin Feng smiled and held Xiaohun close, rubbing her little head.

Qin Feng laughed: "You two did well."

Having said that.

He reached out again and patted Ailin's little head.

"L-Lord, I am covered in blood right now."

Ailin started, then flushed slightly.

She had grown quite used to Qin Feng's affection, but her cheeks still reddened and her heart still raced.

However… the corner of her mouth curled up of its own accord.

Her lord seemed to be in a very good mood.

Qin Feng was indeed a little stirred within.

Destroying the Four Calamities… was every human's mission.

From childhood on, every person had been steeped in that belief.

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Moreover.

In his previous life, he had fought alongside Lu Ziyue on the front lines against the Four Calamities.

Until he died in battle.

Now, being able to wipe out the Four Calamities with his own hands gave him a sense of surreal dislocation, as if a lifetime had passed.

At that moment, a gentle pale-blue light suddenly appeared, slowly coalescing into a petite figure.

It was Xiaolan.

After purging Blue Star of the Four Calamities, her soul had returned once more to a state of purity.

Her strength had advanced further to Shenxuan Tier 9.

This was also why a race's homeworld was so hard to breach.

Generally speaking.

A race's homeworld would give birth to its own representative will.

They were always very powerful, especially on their own homeworld.

At this point, Xiaolan suddenly leaned close to Qin Feng, rose on tiptoe, and patted his head: "You did very well, child."

Qin Feng: "…"

Qin Feng was a little speechless, and casually picked Xiaolan up again.

Xiaohun in his arms immediately grew displeased, wisps of black mist rising from her body.

The hair on Xiaolan's forehead stood straight up.

As the bane of soul-type beings, Xiaohun possessed a natural suppressive force over every planetary will.

However.

Xiaolan quickly steadied herself, and instead snuggled further into Qin Feng's embrace.

Xiaohun: "???"

Xiaohun was so angry she nearly exploded.

Good grief.

Was she stealing her man right in front of her face?

Seeing Xiaohun on the verge of losing it, Qin Feng hurriedly tapped her head and laughed: "Alright, no fighting, you hear? You're both my wings."

"Let's head back to the territory, get some proper rest, and then next—"

"It's time we discussed our ascension to godhood!"

"…" A few.