The Demon Emperor was Saint Emperor

Chapter 189: Wanting to Become the Guardian God

However, no matter how the War Divine Hall makes a fuss in the Miracle World, no one can touch them.

The reason remains the same: the War God is under protection, and unless the Light God King gives his consent, no one dares to act.

Unfortunately, the Light God King won’t give his consent, because according to historical records, among the Pantheon’s deities, the War God has slain the most Demon Gods. In sheer numbers, even the Light God King can’t compare.

Who would be willing to blame such a capable subordinate?

"Little Youli doesn’t want to be the War God, nor a Divine Warrior, Little Youli just wants to protect everyone. Little Youli wants to make sure no one is bullied by the Demon Race! If I have to be something, then Little Youli wants to be the Guardian God, to protect everyone forever."

Upon hearing her father’s words, the little one stretched out her short arms and hugged Lynn’s waist tightly, then made a great vow. She dared to dream bigger than Little Yuna, even considering that being a Near God like Lynn wasn’t enough, wanting to become the Guardian God.

This name she shouted was quite grand, wasn’t it? The Guardian Demon God next door is a Divine King Level Demon God King, directly on par with the Light God King. Is Little Youli aspiring to become a Divine King?

"Alright, alright, from now on Little Youli will be the Guardian God. You’ll protect everyone well, no Demon Race invader will dare to harm a single hair on our family!"

Lynn lowered his head and kissed Little Youli’s forehead, while casually petting the cat she was hugging. Its plump and fleshy texture felt the best.

"Goo-gee?"

At this moment, the snow eagle hopped along like a walking chicken, using its wing to point at its head, seemingly asking, "Can’t harm a cat’s hair, what about bird feathers?"

"You’re not our pet, why are you meddling?"

Natasha, who understood eagle language, stuffed a small fish fillet into Xue’Er’s beak to shut it up. Though she quite liked the snow-white eagle, its owner Cleia wasn’t her sibling, so Xue’Er naturally wasn’t considered family.

But judging by Cleia’s beauty and figure, it shouldn’t be too difficult to join their big family; it’s just a matter of whether she’s ambitious enough to snatch food from Lady Natasha.

"Goo-gee!"

Feeling excluded by Natasha’s words, Xue’Er immediately protested. After all, they’ve all eaten from the same bowl; why aren’t they considered family?

A combat pet is still a pet, and given its hopelessly poor talent, there’s no expectation of transformation any lifetime soon. Being a pure pet isn’t bad, especially given the master’s good conditions.

It’s just that the master must be ambitious enough to win over the Miracle Saint Emperor soon and integrate into this family, lest it loses out to outside cats and dogs and wastes its time.

"Oh, you’re a bit emotional? Don’t take it the wrong way; if you were raised by Vivian or Xiya, I’d show you great respect. But it’s your master who’s not stepping up..."

Natasha said, picking up the snow eagle and placing it on her shoulder, mimicking a falconer.

"Goo-gee..."

Upon hearing Natasha’s remark, the snow eagle lowered its proud head. Indeed, it’s true that the master isn’t stepping up.

The family’s cat mentioned that when Natasha identified Lynn, she immediately bowed and dedicated herself, insisting on binding herself to Lynn.

As for Cleia, when she recognized Lynn, she did bow and was sincerely excited, but didn’t rush to dedicate herself. Doesn’t she understand that being slow at this step makes everything slower?

If you don’t strike while the iron is hot and seize the opportunity to lay the egg, how would you establish a foothold in the family in the future?

There are countless women outside who covet Lynn, and having a top-ten encounter opportunity without grasping it is truly lacking ambition!

If it were Xue’Er, I’d immediately lay an egg with a "pop" and claim it was his, insistingly sticking to him. If he were to be soft-hearted, wouldn’t the matter be settled?

And now, it’s all set up as a superior-subordinate relationship; if Lynn isn’t into beautiful subordinates, there’s no telling where to break through, wasting so much opportunity!

"Alright, alright, don’t be discouraged. Cleia is so pretty, with a fantastic figure. As long as she doesn’t remain cold-faced, seducing Lynn is simple. My Lynn has a great appetite; no exquisite beauty is too much for him."

Looking at the dejected snow eagle on her shoulder, Natasha stroked its immaculate wings, consoling it kindly.

As a Giant Dragon herself, she knows well the importance of sharing. An outstanding male should mate with many different kinds, thus breeding diverse and talented offspring.

Just look at the current Giant Dragon Empire; without the vast numbers of Earth Dragons, Flying Dragons, Half-dragons, Dragon Beasts, Dragonblood Dwarves, and other Sub-dragons to uphold the dragon quantity, how could the Giant Dragon Empire possibly hold its ground on the Divine Protection Continent? With just pure-blooded Giant Dragons alone, they might as well find a stretch of islands outside to settle.

"Goo-gee!"

At this moment, the snow eagle on Natasha’s shoulder seemed encouraged. It cried out loudly, then flapped its wings and soared high, leaving behind four or five "goo-gees" in the air before quickly disappearing.

"It said it’s going back to urge its master, providing guidance, so she doesn’t need to make it dinner tonight."

Natasha pointed towards the distant horizon, translating the eagle’s language for Xue’Er.

Clearly, Xue’Er was genuinely anxious, leaving in such a hurry without bothering to eat its favorite small fish fillets. Who knows if its departure will cause distress for its already overwhelmed master?

"You encourage Xue’Er so eagerly, do you truly want to add a competitor for yourself?"

Lynn, who had been watching from the side while holding his two children, couldn’t quite grasp Natasha’s actions.

She appears to love him so much, even to the point of obsession, yet shares him generously. It’s illogical.

"Doesn’t Lynn want a big harem?"

Natasha tilted her head, puzzled, and asked Lynn.

"Ahem, well... of course I want it, but isn’t that something I should worry about? Why are you more eager?"

Lynn coughed awkwardly twice to relieve the embarrassment, then continued to ask.

"Because if Lynn is happy, then Natasha will be happy. As long as it’s Lynn’s wish, Natasha wants to fulfill it."

Natasha tilted her head to the other side, responding obviously.