The Archangel of Death could see that, with their current power, they would not be able to stop the falling sky. Once that colossal landmass crashed into the Ninth Realm and destroyed the Divine Kingdom, the devils, and the countless wretched souls below, any chance of victory would vanish entirely.

For a brief instant, he prepared to summon the reinforcements hidden in the darkness of the Ninth Realm. The decision hovered at the edge of action.

However, just as he was about to act, a calculating light flickered across his eyes.

’What if there are more of them hiding... waiting for me to summon the full power of Heaven?’

The thought struck Lucifer like lightning, planting hundreds of questions in his mind and filling him with a rare, dangerous doubt.

According to his understanding, aside from a few low-level Lords, the entire upper echelon of the Six Sun Alliance was already present. The Paragon, the Sovereigns—every major power stood on this battlefield.

And yet... there had been another weapon.

’The Nightmare Universe.’

After rescuing Beelzebub, Lucifer had gained access to the devil’s memories and witnessed the full magnitude of the battle in Terra. He still remembered the overwhelming presence of that nightmare—an all-consuming mantle that had spread across the entire world. Its power had been so immense that it could contend with two Paragons simultaneously for a few moments.

According to the latest intelligence, the Nightmare Universe had been guarding the settlements in the First Layer of Hell. But considering how far Vlad was willing to go—how recklessly he was betting everything on this battle—it would not be unreasonable to assume that it had moved.

The Nightmare Universe might be waiting.

Waiting for Heaven’s reinforcements to appear before revealing itself—nullifying the Archangel’s greatest advantage in a single, devastating stroke.

Of course, the power of Heaven could overwhelm the Nightmare Universe. That was never in doubt. But the entity did not need to win—it only needed to endure. Its vitality and endless reserves of energy made it the perfect weapon for a war of attrition.

"Dammit!"

The Archangel of Death roared in fury, his voice tearing through the battlefield as he swung his scythe, forcing the Xaos King back. His gaze then shifted into the distance, sharp and deliberate.

The message was clear.

Stay hidden.

If this battle ended in defeat, then Heaven’s full strength must remain a secret—reserved for a battlefield where it could truly make a difference.

The True Depravita of Wrath had been observing everything—every movement, every flicker of thought that crossed the mind of the Archangel of Death. A wide, savage smile spread across his face the moment he sensed that hesitation.

Unlike Vlad, who was willing to gamble everything on this single clash, Lucifer was not.

And when two armies stood equal in power, it was not strength alone that determined victory—but determination, resolve, and the willingness to sacrifice everything.

The eyes of the True Depravita of Wrath glowed with savage delight. He could feel it.

Victory was near.

The will of Heaven had begun to fracture, shattering the final barrier between the Six Sun Alliance and total domination over Hell.

"ARRRRGGHHH!"

The True Depravita of Wrath roared, his voice echoing across the storm-torn skies. His battle intent surged outward, resonating in the hearts of every warrior in the Six Sun Alliance. Their bodies trembled as they were filled with renewed strength and wrathful energy.

The spear and scythe collided once more, their clash sending violent shockwaves across the battlefield. The True Depravita and the Archangel of Death locked eyes, each filled with unrestrained killing intent.

But the stalemate did not last.

Vlad’s eyes suddenly flared with power as he unleashed a massive beam of plasma directly into Lucifer’s face.

The attack was not powerful enough to destroy him—but it burned.

It scorched flesh, disrupted senses, and blinded his vision for a crucial instant.

That was all Vlad needed.

With brutal precision, he knocked the scythe aside and brought Longinus down with all his strength. The divine spear tore through Lucifer’s flesh and muscles, carving so deep that it scraped against the bones of his ribcage.

The Archangel of Death released a blood-soaked scream as his body was hurled downward like a falling comet, crashing violently into the ground.

A wide, bloodthirsty grin spread across Vlad’s face as his energy erupted outward. Without hesitation, he dove after Lucifer, transforming into a raging storm of space, antimatter, and destruction.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!"

The impact shook the entire Ninth Layer.

The explosion was catastrophic.

Devils and fiendish souls caught nearby were instantly vaporized. Even Lords and Gods battling high above were pushed back by the sheer force of the shockwave.

And yet—not even a second later—they returned to the fray.

The Lords of the Six Sun Alliance burned with the thrill of victory and vengeance, pressing forward with relentless aggression. Meanwhile, the Gods fought like cornered beasts—brutal, feral, and desperate—making them all the more dangerous.

Merlin’s gargantuan body surged with power as he seized a God in his massive claws and hurled it upward. The divine being slammed into the falling sky with tremendous force, bursting apart like a balloon filled with blood.

But before Merlin could even pause, another God appeared at his side, striking with a blade infused with divine energy. The arc of power cut deeply into the body of the King of the Obsidian Dragons.

Pain exploded through Merlin’s body, forcing him to clench his teeth.

Yet as he glanced toward the storm of gravity, light, and thunder raging nearby, he suppressed the agony. He knew his place in this battle. There was no room for hesitation.

With a savage growl, he lunged forward, his massive jaws snapping shut around the God. Bone and flesh shattered as he crushed the divine being between his teeth.

Brightkin and Orkin were facing the Archangel of Gravity.

Compared to that, how could he show weakness against lesser foes?

Elsewhere, the Amazon Queen displayed the same unyielding resolve.

Her eyes burned with fierce determination as she charged into a group of Gods like a hunting tiger. Sword and shield moved in perfect harmony, each strike executed with overwhelming precision and lethal skill.

She cut, deflected, and advanced without pause—an unstoppable force of disciplined fury.

Of course, such a ferocious and overwhelming charge created countless openings. Though she blocked as many attacks as she could, serious wounds were beginning to appear across the Amazon Queen’s body. Cuts tore through her flesh, and divine power seeped into her injuries, burning from within.

Yet she did not care.

Her Devil Bloodline and Demon Soul would keep her fighting as long as her heart and brain remained intact. Pain, blood loss, exhaustion—none of it mattered in this moment. As for the consequences of such brutality, she would deal with them later.

After the battle was over.

After Hell had been claimed under the banner of the Six Sun Alliance.

Above them, the sky continued to fall.

The landmass of the Eighth Layer drew ever closer, its immense shadow swallowing the battlefield. Flames, debris, and fragments of entire continents rained down without end.

"ARRRRGGHHH!"

Ankil released a ferocious roar as she swung her sword with devastating force. A swirling red vortex erupted from her blade, expanding outward and swallowing the Gods around her. Their bodies were crushed under overwhelming pressure, bones snapping as their flesh was peeled away in a storm of blood and energy.

Around her, the battlefield burned with the same intensity.

Altharion, Lancel, Maximo, Spartacus, and the rest of the Lords fought with everything they had. They burned through every ounce of power within their bodies and souls, pushing themselves far beyond their limits.

This was the day the universe would change.

The day Devils would no longer rule over Hell.

The day they would forge a domain where their families and friends could be safe—a stronghold from which they could travel the stars and stand against the Ancient Ones.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!"

Another cataclysmic explosion echoed across the battlefield, so powerful it shook even the falling sky. The Lords of the Six Sun Alliance turned toward its source, wide smiles spreading across their faces.

It came from the Paragon battlefield.

The blast had engulfed the White Death and Beelzebub, blinding everything in a storm of light and destruction. But in the very next second, the two figures emerged.

Or rather—one dragged the other out.

The eyes of the White Death burned with determination and killing intent as he held Beelzebub tightly by the neck, dragging the Devil Paragon’s body across the falling sky. His white flames roared brighter and brighter, leaving a blazing trail behind him as he carved a massive canyon through entire fragments of descending continents.

Beelzebub’s eyes were filled with dread.

He could feel it clearly—the looming presence of death, closing in with unstoppable certainty.

That fear pushed him to his absolute limit.

With a desperate snarl, he grabbed the arm of the White Death, channeling the Power of Time in its most destructive form. In an instant, the arm began to decay. Flesh withered, muscles unraveled, and bone eroded as if centuries were passing in mere seconds.

It was not an attack meant to wound.

It was meant to erase.

But when the White Death saw his arm deteriorating before his eyes, the reaction was not horror.

It was a smile.

A cold, fearless smile that sent a chill even through Beelzebub’s soul.