It had been millions of years since the Ninth Layer of Hell saw a battle of this scale. This was one of the most robust and developed realms of the entire universe, and today was going to witness a clash between powers that could rewrite history for eons to come.

The True Depravita of Wrath floated high above the battlefield like an executioner presiding over a slaughter. This battle would not be easy, and they had no idea of the true power of their enemies, so he needed to ensure that he maximized his killing power.

Below him stretched a battlefield that covered thousands of kilometers of the Ninth Layer of Hell. The land and the sky trembled under the advance of millions of devils, their corrupted bodies surging forward like a black ocean driven by madness and bloodlust. The air was thick with smoke, divine energy, and the lingering miasma of the Ninth Layer.

Yet the greatest presence in the heavens was the colossal golden gate behind Vlad.

It towered like the entrance to a divine realm.

Runes older than entire civilizations burned across its surface, each one radiating the authority of Heaven itself. As the gate opened wider, the sky around it fractured into countless glowing portals.

Thousands.

Then tens of thousands.

Every portal shimmered with condensed divine power.

Vlad’s expression remained calm as his crimson eyes swept across the advancing army.

"Heaven’s Rain!"

The words carried quietly through the storm.

Then the heavens answered.

The first volley fell.

Golden spears erupted from the portals and plunged downward with catastrophic force. Their descent ignited the atmosphere, streaks of burning light tearing through the sky like falling stars.

They struck the devil horde.

The impact was instantaneous devastation.

Spears punched through bodies with explosive force, impaling entire clusters of devils before detonating in violent bursts of divine energy. Flesh vaporized. Armor shattered. Entire formations were blown apart as the sacred weapons tore through them like artillery shells.

The battlefield erupted into chaos as thousands of devils perished. However, there were millions of them.

Vlad’s eyes glowed with coldness as the second volley was unleashed.

Swords descended spinning like celestial guillotines, their razor edges slicing through demonic flesh with horrifying efficiency. Heads were severed instantly. Torsos split open. Limbs flew through the air as golden blades carved corridors of death through the massed army.

The ground was quickly painted red.

Halberds followed.

The enormous weapons crashed down like meteors, their impact sending shockwaves rippling across the battlefield. Each strike crushed dozens of devils into pulp, the force flattening bodies and scattering broken armor across the ruined terrain.

Blood sprayed into the air in violent arcs.

Screams echoed across the Ninth Layer as the devils were torn apart by the relentless storm of divine weapons.

Yet they did not stop advancing.

Divine madness drove them forward.

They flew across piles of shattered corpses, swimming through rivers of blood and torn flesh as they rushed toward the Lords of the Six Sun Alliance.

That was when the vanguard struck.

The White Death shot forward like a meteor.

His body blazed with condensed plasma, the intense heat compressed by gravitational force until it formed a glowing aura around his fists. The air screamed as he accelerated, his movement alone creating sonic explosions that rippled across the battlefield.

The first Angel God raised a radiant shield, trying to stop the attack, but he was facing a Paragon.

The shield shattered instantly.

The White Death’s fist collided with the God’s chest.

The impact sounded like a mountain collapsing.

Divine armor crumpled inward as bones shattered beneath the sheer force of the blow. The angel’s body folded around the punch before being hurled across the sky like a broken missile, crashing into a cluster of devils far below.

The White Death did not even glance at it.

He continued forward.

Another God lunged at him with a blazing spear.

The White Death stepped inside the attack and drove his elbow into the angel’s jaw.

The divine skull cracked.

Golden blood sprayed across the air as the angel spun violently away.

Beside him moved the Antimatter Doppelgänger.

Overlord controlled the crimson figure with terrifying precision. Excalibur and Durendal’s movements were economical, efficient, and utterly ruthless.

An Angel God descended with a flaming sword raised high.

The Antimatter Doppelgänger stepped forward and responded with Excalibur.

The divine weapon shattered like glass.

Before the angel could react, the Doppelgänger’s leg smashed into his face with brutal force. Bone fragments exploded outward as the strike crushed half the angel’s skull.

Yet the divine being still managed to fight back.

Golden light surged across the God’s body as he summoned a new sword and slashed with all his strength.

The Doppelgänger dodged the sword strike with ease and then grabbed the God’s wing and hurled it downward into the battlefield.

The angel struck the ground like a falling meteor, crushing dozens of devils beneath its broken body.

The White Death and the Antimatter Doppelgänger controlled by Overlord could kill Gods with a single blow, but that would require them to use their full power. Given the hidden enemies, it was crucial that they conserve their energy reserves so they could rely solely on their raw power.

Around them the melee exploded into chaos.

Angel Gods clashed with the advancing Lords of the Six Sun Alliance.

Behind the vanguard, two titanic figures surged forward.

Merlin roared.

The massive Obsidian Dragon King unfurled his colossal wings, their shadow covering entire sections of the battlefield. His scales gleamed like polished black crystal as he opened his enormous jaws.

A torrent of abyssal fire erupted.

The flames swept across the battlefield like a tidal wave of destruction. Devils were instantly consumed, their bodies melting into blackened husks as the inferno rolled over them.

Even Angel Gods were forced back by the sheer heat.

Merlin surged forward through the flames, his massive claws tearing through enemy ranks. Every swipe of his talons ripped apart multiple devils, scattering shredded bodies across the frozen ground.

Beside him, the Amazon Queen Ankil moved like a living hurricane.

Her sword flashed through the air in devastating arcs, each strike leaving trails of crimson energy behind it. The force of her blows split bodies cleanly in half, sending fountains of blood spraying across the battlefield.

An Angel God attempted to intercept her.

His spear thrust toward her chest with divine speed.

Ankil’s blade flashed.

The spear shattered.

Her counterstrike cleaved through the angel’s torso, splitting armor, bone, and wings alike before launching the broken body across the sky.

Behind them the battlefield widened as more Lords joined the slaughter.

Altharion descended from the sky like a radiant comet.

His halberd blazed with divine light as he swung it in wide arcs. Each strike released waves of holy energy that tore through approaching devils, disintegrating them into glowing fragments before they could reach him.

Opposite him roared Lancel.

The second Obsidian Dragon smashed into the enemy ranks with terrifying ferocity. Unlike Merlin’s elemental destruction, Lancel relied on overwhelming physical power.

His jaws crushed devils into sprays of bone and blood.

Even more importantly, his claws tore through Angel Gods with brutal efficiency, ripping wings apart and sending shattered bodies tumbling through the sky.

Marshal Maximo and Spartacus stood side by side. The duo had fought together for a long time, to the point they could even fuse their laws as one, releasing massive space storms that sent Gods crashing into the ground.

Flanking them came the remaining Lords.

Tharos the Storm Dragon swept across the battlefield with thunderous wings. Each beat unleashed violent hurricanes that shredded flying devils into torn fragments of flesh.

Queen Lysandra of the Crimson Amazons danced through the battlefield like a crimson phantom. Her twin blades moved faster than the eye could follow, carving through enemies in a blur of lethal strikes.

Aurelion the Sunblade advanced like a walking star. His radiant sword burned with divine authority, each swing incinerating devils in brilliant flashes of golden fire.

Kaedric the Void Knight moved silently among the chaos. His black armor devoured surrounding light, and every strike of his dark blade left enemies collapsing into empty husks.

And towering above them all came Zeryth, the ancient dragon.

His immense body crashed into the battlefield like a living mountain. His tail alone swept across the ground in devastating arcs, crushing entire formations of devils into shattered remains.

The war became a storm of destruction.

Explosions erupted constantly as divine and infernal powers collided across the battlefield. Shockwaves rippled across the frozen plains, shattering glaciers and tearing deep fissures into the land.

Above it all, Vlad continued his bombardment.

The Heaven’s Gate portals unleashed volley after volley of divine weapons.

Golden spears continued to rain down like relentless artillery.

Swords carved through the sky in endless waves.

Halberds slammed into the battlefield with devastating force.

Every volley annihilated thousands more devils.

Blood flowed across the battlefield like rivers.

Broken bodies piled high across the frozen ground.

And yet—

The pressure never lifted.