"Ma! Ma! Ma! Ma!"
Galmo's piercing laughter echoed across Beehive Island for a long time, until her cheeks felt a bit stiff from laughing, and she finally sensed something was wrong.
Within the thundercloud trapping her opponent, lightning still flashed and thunder roared incessantly, yet the expected screams or groans of pain never came.
What unsettled her even more was that so much time had passed; no matter how strong that woman was, under the siege of her most capable Homies, she should have been heavily injured and exhausted by now. Why did the roar within the thundercloud show no sign of weakening?
"Zeus! Napoleon! Prometheus! What are you doing!"
Galmo questioned sharply, a hint of unease in her voice that she hadn't even noticed herself.
"They... are discussing how to deal with you."
At that moment, the thick thunderclouds parted to both sides, receding as if welcoming a queen.
Gloriosa walked out slowly with elegant and composed steps. Not a single scar was visible on her body, and even her hair was not the least bit disheveled.
"Zeus! Napoleon! Prometheus! What on earth are you doing!" Galmo sharply questioned the three Homies.
But the next scene made her almost unable to believe her eyes—the three Homies she had painstakingly created were now crowding around Gloriosa like the ultimate sycophants, looking eager to please.
Zeus floated forward, his tone respectful yet carrying a sense of naturalness:
"Just as the beautiful big sister said, Mama, we're going to help her win this game."
"Napoleon! Prometheus! You think so too?!"
Galmo stared at the other two Homies in disbelief.
Napoleon's blade trembled slightly, appearing somewhat afraid, yet he still answered respectfully and firmly:
"Yes, Mama. The beautiful big sister promised to keep us by her side from now on."
"Yes, Mama," Prometheus agreed, his flames flickering.
Watching this scene from afar, Charlotte Linlin understood exactly why this was happening.
Galmo had given them souls and powerful abilities, but she had forgotten to give them a strong will.
Well, it made sense. After all, her pirate underlings were also a group of weak-willed opportunists. It was normal for Galmo not to notice.
Whether it was Galmo's pirate lackeys or her Homies, they all fell before Gloriosa's beauty. The only difference was that the Homies had utility value, while those pirate lackeys did not.
"Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! You traitors! I'll tear you to pieces! I'll take back your souls!"
Galmo was completely enraged. Like a giant infant whose toy had been snatched away, she pounded the ground frantically.
Rumble!
The ground shook violently, splitting into countless fissures. The surrounding pirate minions watching couldn't keep their footing and fell one after another.
"So terrifying! No! I have to get out of here!"
The fallen pirates scrambled and crawled to flee the area.
"Mama is so scary..." Zeus cringed and instinctively floated back a bit.
Gloriosa raised an eyebrow slightly, casting a somewhat disdainful look: "What? Are you afraid?"
"No! I'm not afraid!" Like a sycophant fearing the goddess's disdain, Zeus immediately declared his loyalty.
"We will definitely help the beautiful big sister defeat Mama!"
"That's right! beautiful big sister! We can definitely defeat Mama!" Prometheus also chimed in eagerly.
"beautiful big sister, use my power!"
As Napoleon spoke, his massive blade rapidly shrank, transforming into a size suitable for Gloriosa's use. He hovered obediently before her, the large eyes on the blade filled with anticipation.
"Fine. I'll reluctantly make use of you then."
Gloriosa held her head high with an arrogant posture as if granting a favor. She extended her slender hand and gripped Napoleon's hilt.
Napoleon immediately let out a joyful hum, a glint of delight appearing on the blade.
Zeus and Prometheus on the side were not to be outdone.
Zeus quickly floated beneath Gloriosa's feet: "Come up, beautiful big sister, I'll take you flying!"
Prometheus attached himself directly to Gloriosa's beautiful purple hair. Flames instantly ignited it, turning it into a mane of Burning fire, yet it did not harm Gloriosa herself in the slightest.
Prometheus's excited face materialized in the flames: "Help the beautiful big sister defeat Mama!"
"You bastard! It must be that hateful brat! She's actually not dead yet!"
Galmo was trembling with rage, watching helplessly as the children she worked so hard to create were led away by an orange-haired girl who then shamelessly used her children against her!
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