Your judgment was correct; although the Pure White Holy Mother isn’t much, the angels she nurtured are really quite good.

He patted the old ox’s neck, signaling it to suck those fainted great angels into the dream realm and take them away. After packing them up, Leon stood up and approached the swiftly arriving light trail.

"Who are you!!!"

"Mia? What are you doing here?"

"Stop! No more eating!!!"

Seeing the man blocking his way and the old ox below continually devouring angels, six chief angels, whose power was at the Pillar God level, were furious. They surrounded Leon and angrily said:

"Make your ox stop immediately! Spit out our comrades! Or don’t blame us for being harsh!"

Wow, still so civilized at this point, not even a single swear word. These harmonious edition angels are a bit too harmonious...

Shaking his head slightly, Leon pulled back the dream root from the old ox a bit and cast it towards the chief angels in front, momentarily pulling their consciousness into the dream realm.

Then, as the six chief angels lost their consciousness, Leon walked over slowly and patted each of the six, activating the [Lord of Demons] creation effect.

"Tweet, tweet, tweet?"

In a series of crisp chicken crows, the six chief angels who escaped the dream realm found in horror that their bodies seemingly turned into soft clay, being slapped, kneaded, and shaped by a hand... Instantly losing their original appearance, transforming into palm-sized little chicks.

Whether it was their bodies, strong enough to resist meteors, or their souls and truths at the Pillar God level, all disintegrated with a light slap, compressing into the small chick’s divine body and being firmly sealed inside it.

"Tweet?!! (What is this?!!)"

"Tweet! Tweet, tweet! (Chicken! I’ve turned into a chicken!)"

"Tweet, tweet, tweet! (Ouch, what are you doing!)"

"Even though you guys are a bit dumb, you’re not bad people. What comes next isn’t your concern; just stay put!"

Waving his finger at the six flailing chicks, then throwing them to the old ox below, Leon hesitated slightly, then patted the side of the old ox’s belly to open a transparent "large glass window."

"You... What is this?"

"Helping your comrades clear their fascination."

Glancing at the female angel beside him, Leon thought for a moment and explained:

"Just like I told the Pure White Holy Mother before, I’m very interested in you, your comrades, and the Pure White Land, but the Pure White Holy Mother has been disguising herself for too long. Your comrades do not know her true face. If I forcibly took you away, it might cause trouble.

So, I plan to let your comrades stay here to watch, to see with their own eyes what the Pure White Holy Mother they worship truly looks like, let them wake up a bit, and avoid causing trouble for me in the new place... You should go too; when the fight starts, I might not have the time to look after you."

"I..."

What do you mean, "I"? Go inside!

Feeling that the female angel might suddenly make some troublesome requests, like asking to stay outside to watch or asking why the Pure White Holy Mother is doing this, Leon decisively pushed her down before she could speak, directly throwing her to the old ox.

"Moo!"

The old ox caught the falling female angel with its mouth, then swallowed her in one gulp. After swallowing the screaming angel, the old ox looked at its transparent belly with the chaotic angels inside and then looked up at Leon above, letting out a mournful moo of complaint.

"Got it, extra projects are charged separately!"

Rolling his eyes at the old ox, Leon was about to mock where it learned such behavior when he suddenly was dazzled by a blazing white light in the corner of his eye.

"Holy Mother! It’s the Holy Mother!!"

"The Holy Mother is here to save us!"

"Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet!!!!"

Amidst the excited shouts from the old ox’s belly, a light spot brighter than the sun swiftly swept over from the horizon, ferociously aiming at the old ox digging the Pure Land... only to be intercepted by a large mass of gentle dream roots.

"Moo moo moo! (I’m leaving! I’m leaving! I can’t fight this!)"

Startled by the Pure White Holy Mother who didn’t consider the "children" inside its belly at all and directly went for the kill, the old ox hurriedly hopped out of the pit it had dug, taking several deep breaths to calm itself.

"Cough cough cough! So choking!"

"Stupid ox, stop breathing!"

"I hate oxen!!!"

"Holy Mother?! Look! You all, look at the Holy Mother!"

After the old ox lifted its tail slightly and expelled the smoke blocking their view through its rear end, the angels inside the ox’s belly finally saw the appearance of the Pure White Holy Mother clearly, then widened their eyes in disbelief, and the six great angel chicks almost laid eggs on the spot from shock.

How could the Holy Mother look like this? Is... is this still our Holy Mother?

"Number 2? Number 11?"

Noticing the Dominator of the Donkey realm watching from a distance and the Deer Horn Girl beside it sealing the roots, the Pure White Holy Mother, with her right eye half-closed, suddenly shrank back and tensely spoke:

"You two as well..."

"Ugh—ugh—"

Responding with a high-pitched donkey bray out of habit, then realizing she got the language wrong, the Dominator of the Stars smacked its lips and said anew:

"Ignore me, carry on with your fight. I’m just here to join the fun, and Number 11 won’t act directly either, just sealing off your favorable terrain. You two just keep fighting, and make it spectacular!"

"..."

What on earth is this mess?!!

"The Dominator of Stars is telling the truth; they indeed won’t directly participate."

Drawing the Pure White Holy Mother’s attention back with these words, Leon slowly walked to a spot several dozen meters away from her, curiously examining her black-and-white appearance.

"Compared to our previous meeting, you’ve changed quite a bit, Holy Mother."

"Hmph!"

Recalling the way the Omnia Cicada conveyed on approaching the Food God, the Pure White Holy Mother snorted coldly, kept an extra eye on the donkey-horse combo in the distance, then expressionlessly stated:

"No wonder you’re so confident; you’ve called in two allies... Despicable!"

As if sensing something, the Pure White Holy Mother suddenly raised her hand and scattered a large amount of roots, intercepting them between herself and Leon, then retreated swiftly.

And just after she left, the original Leon swayed slightly, turned into a dream, and instantly shattered, while a hazy figure passed through the radiant roots, barely reaching the spot before the Pure White Holy Mother retreated.

He actually sought out physical contact! The Omnia Cicada didn’t lie; Number 3 indeed has the ability to "pollute" others!

Looking at Leon’s regretful expression after revealing himself, the Pure White Holy Mother’s angelic left eye squinted slightly, then she took a deep breath and relaxed the suppression of the residual will of the Evil Abyss Dominator.

But if this is all, then in the end, it will still be my victory... It’s your turn.

Haha! Great! Remember our agreement!

With the Pure White Holy Mother relaxing the suppression, accompanied by a delighted mad laughter, the scarlet compound eye on her right face suddenly opened, with seemingly endless evil thoughts and malice, coldly sweeping Leon opposite, then...

Without hesitation, closed again.