The devilized people who were still alive saw an unforgettable scene.

Illuminated by billions of dazzling lights that were enough to illuminate the entire Blood Demon Sector, a valiant Valkyrie gradually descended from the shining dome.

Her entire body was covered in a layer of flowing silver-white metal that outlined her soul-stirring figure and solidified into the shape of dragon scales and flames.

Her beautiful face and soul-stirring body were not enough to arouse the profane thoughts of the devilized people, because the eyes that were so furious that they could tear apart the sky and the earth were beaming with the pride that belonged not only to men but also to all human beings.

Seeing that the liquid metal armor on her body was blossoming in various forms, with sharp claws, teeth, and soft wings reflecting colorful rays of light, all the devilized people’s minds went blank, and they all had the urge to kneel down and worship her.

In the end, the silver, liquid metal armor turned into a crimson ocean because of her fury and her determination.

“The Crimson Queen…”

The elders of the Turing Clan were triggered by the memories carved in the deepest part of their genes. The picture in front of their eyes seemed to overlap with the pride that had blossomed thousands of years ago.

The elders of the Turing Clan burst into tears. “A new empress has been born!”

“…”

Black Jack narrowed his eyes and observed the girl in front of him who was emitting a strong aura. He suddenly smiled.

“Teresa, I knew that you were not an ordinary girl who would settle for nothing. I didn’t know that you were the first to receive the legacy of the Crimson Queen.

Black Jack smiled and extended his hand to Theresa. “Right now, you are the strongest woman in the world, and I am the strongest man in the world. Our union will certainly create new miracles.”

“Damn!”

Theresa shielded Princess Summer behind her and ended Black Jack’s ‘invitation’ with her saliva. She bellowed, “Scum, scumbag, animal, pig trotter, what kind of ‘strongest man’ are you exactly? You are not even qualified to be a real man!”

“What?”

Black Jack couldn’t help but laugh. He looked at his hundreds of ‘harems’ around him and said, “The lovely girls don’t think so. Very soon, the entire Blood Demon Sector and the Emerald Continent will be shaking before me. Everybody will have to bow down to me and worship me. I can even rush out of this wretched world and conquer billions of stars. Isn’t that a ‘real man’?”

“If that is your definition of a ‘real man’, Black Jack, I can only say that you are terribly wrong!

Theresa raised her eyebrow and gnashed her teeth. “Black Jack, in order to realize your ambitions, you deceived and exploited the purest feelings of so many girls. You got them by despicable and shameless means, and you exploited their flesh and blood to pave your way to the sea of stars. What kind of man are you, a shameless man who only knows how to hide behind women? Even if you really force billions of people to tremble and submit to you, even if you can swallow the stars and become the dominator of the universe, you are just a coward!

“Let me tell you something, Black Jack. A real man has nothing to do with strength. It has nothing to do with status, power, or money. A real man is a belief. He is determined to fight until the end in order to carry out his belief and to give up the most precious things!

“Now, let me teach you how to be a real man!”

Theresa let out an earsplitting roar.

Countless sharp needles protruded out of the surface of the liquid metal armor like hedgehogs.

The surging flames were like burning torches. Even the devilized people far away could feel the burning fighting will.

Even Black Jack was stunned by her intimidating aura.

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Confusion was flowing in the depths of his eyes, and there seemed to be an unwilling ripple blinking.

But he soon came back to himself. He was even more furious because he had been in a trance.

Hiu! Hiu Hiu Hiu Hiu!

Almost a hundred tentacles darted at Theresa from various directions.

“Ah!”

Although the devilized people had sensed Theresa’s intimidating aura, they did not know her real combat ability. After all, even the God of War in their eyes, the ultimate expert in the Blood Demon Sector for decades, had just been slain by Black Jack’s tentacles and claws!

Could Theresa hold on?

He had to hold on!

The devilized people had accepted Theresa’s existence without them knowing. They considered her to be the new Crimson Queen and stood firmly on her side.

“Compared to the hideous tentacle monster, wouldn’t a lovely empress such as Theresa be more suitable to rule the Blood Demon Sector?”

The devilized people all thought the same.

Although Black Jack was far from ‘ferocious’ without the tentacles, Theresa was indeed very cute.

Shua! Shua! Shua! Shua!

Theresa did not move at all. She waited for hundreds of tentacles to lunge at her like javelins. It was not until they were less than three meters away from her that her body blossomed in brilliance. Almost a hundred flying blades as thin as the wings of a cicada were condensed inside the liquid metal armor. They seemed to be alive and could lock onto the target automatically, cutting off all the tentacles instantly.

Chi! Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi!

A lot of black mucus mixed with gold spurted out of the broken tentacles. Black Jack’s face was twisted in pain.

Theresa took the opportunity to sprint toward Black Jack.

Black Jack roared and waved his hands, summoning hundreds of tentacles to attack Theresa again.

Theresa, on the other hand, curled up and turned into a metal ball full of sharp thorns with the help of the liquid metal armor. She swept away all the tentacles of Black Jack in the high-speed revolution and stopped three feet in front of Black Jack. Her immense fighting will covered all the critical parts of Black Jack’s body.

BAM!

The seemingly elegant and sacred Theresa performed a move that was neither elegant nor sacred.

Like a ferocious tigress, she kneed Black Jack three inches below his navel.

The knee pads of the liquid metal armor formed a perfect horn.

Theresa pushed the entire horn three inches below Black Jack’s navel.

Black Jack screamed like a soprano and fell over, holding his stomach.

“Now, do you know how painful it is to be a real man?”

Theresa said coldly.