As a lowly Holy Angel, he now had no desire for extravagance, only hoping to preserve himself amidst the calculations of the two powerhouses and to simply survive.
After all, the descendants of the Holy Angel Race had nearly all been wiped out by the Demon Lord; it was possible that if he died, his race might vanish along with him.
"Heh, you do know quite a bit,"
Zhang Xiaoman smiled, not elaborating further on the topic, merely touching on it briefly.
He himself was also very confused. What was that about the Demon Lord having contact with the Star Alliance before the fusion?
That surely wasn't him.
How long had his own Star Alliance been established?
All told, it hadn't even been a year.
Apart from borrowing the name from the Enlightenment Kaleidoscope's introduction of another Star Alliance, what he had was in no way related to the organization mentioned by the others.
Zhang Xiaoman felt a twinge of conflict within his heart.
