Chapter 299: Two Battlefields
Millions of angel corpses lay scattered across the battlefield, their greyish-white eyes wide and vacant, staring blankly at the sky.
The next moment, with a wolf-like howl, these angel corpses stood up in unison. Dragging their already incomplete bodies and broken wings, they joined the counter-attacking faction.
Hela hovered in mid-air, looking down indifferently at the millions of undead below.
Without Heaven's Gate continuously sending out reinforcements, under her Divine Power of Death, even though the Angelic Legion's numbers were still suffocatingly vast, as the death toll in this war increased, the numbers on the Nine Realms' side were exploding like a snowball effect.
Even if the strength of these undead warriors and undead angels was less than one-tenth of what it was when they were alive, it couldn't stop people from dying every moment on this battlefield.
The next moment, their corpses would staggeringly climb back up and join this meat grinder-like battlefield.
At this moment, the various races in the Nine Realms once again recalled the terror of the Army of the Dead led by the Goddess of Death.
Fortunately, this time, they were fighting alongside this Goddess of Death.
Looking at the enemies who had died and then climbed back up beside them, they could only comfort themselves in their hearts amidst the fear.
Occasionally, the warriors engaged in slaughter would look up. Beneath the stars shrouded by Yggdrasil, several dazzling light spots would collide from time to time, erupting in thunder, lightning, and huge energy storms that swept across the entire battlefield.
Thor, the God of Thunder, swung the Stormbreaker in his hand, bringing it down on the angel before him.
Uriel dared not meet him head-on. He had been entangled with Thor for days and nights and knew well how heavy this guy's axe was.
That strength was like a small planet smashing down from overhead. Under this Stormbreaker, Uriel felt like a slightly stronger ant; he was completely unable to block this terrifying strength!
Uriel dodged very quickly, but his right arm was still grazed by the Thunder Power carried by Stormbreaker. His body was blown backward by the gale generated by the axe head. Uriel quickly used this wind force to retreat urgently.
Thor's axe swing missed. The axe head of Stormbreaker grazed past Uriel's body diagonally, and a bolt of lightning shot out from the axe head, rushing rapidly into the distance.
The rushing lightning struck a meteorite being pulled in from outside the area shrouded by Yggdrasil. This meteorite, the size of a hill, trembled violently.
Then, a mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and this meteorite was directly turned into ash by the strong light.
Missing with one axe swing, Thor turned and swung another axe. His entire body was enveloped in a layer of scorching white lightning. Under the effect of the Power of Lightning, Thor's speed of striking was also getting faster and faster.
Uriel, who had already been sneak attacked and bitten by that shameless black snake, had not fully recovered. Suddenly, his body went numb, and his dodging frequency gradually couldn't keep up with Thor's axe swings.
Stormbreaker, carrying dazzling lightning, heavily struck Uriel on the back and rear.
Stormbreaker heavily chopped into Uriel's armor, which was half a foot thick.
Amidst the piercing metal friction sound, countless sparks flew.
Uriel's Sacred Armor was directly split open with two huge gaps by Stormbreaker. A large gash three feet long split open on his back, and blood spurted out like a spring.
Even more, a strip of flesh weighing two to three pounds was chopped off his rear, and a large amount of blood spurted out, dyeing the armor covering his thighs golden.
Uriel cried out in pain, his body sent flying nearly a hundred miles away by the heavy Stormbreaker like an artillery shell fired from a cannon.
Thor swung Stormbreaker and chased after Uriel.
A dozen Ten-winged and Eight-winged Angels nearby, who were jointly resisting King Ghidorah, saw their Archangel falling into a disadvantage. Two Ten-winged Angels directly abandoned their Rival, flapping their wings and rushing towards Thor.
Thor swung the great axe with both hands, chopping down towards the two birdmen blocking his path. In the blink of an eye, scorching white lightning tore through Space and fell directly upon the two Ten-winged Angels.
A muffled thunder rumbled. Tens of thousands of lightning bolts instantly struck the bodies of the two Ten-winged Angels. The two angels were directly struck and fell from high altitude, plunging headfirst dive awkwardly towards the Ground.
Before they could even land, King Ghidorah flapped its wings and kindly caught them. Two heads extended directly, swallowing the two angels one by one.
"Roar!"
After swallowing the two Ten-winged Angels, feeling the abundant energy in its belly, King Ghidorah's huge body paused slightly. The vertical pupils of its two heads narrowed in satisfaction.
However, the head that didn't get to eat the delicious meal shook its head in dissatisfaction, turning to look at the group of angels jointly resisting it. It opened its mouth, and a thick beam of high-energy particle electric current shot straight towards that group of angels.
The scorching white electric current, accompanied by a muffled roar, directly shattered the body of an Eight-winged Angel. The remaining force carved a transparent Hole tens of miles long through the Angelic Legion.
Looking at the white feathers drifting everywhere, King Ghidorah's six golden vertical pupils simultaneously flashed with savage, cruel, and excited pleasure.
Its three heads simultaneously tilted back, opening their large mouths. Three super-strong scorching white high-energy particle electric currents simultaneously sprayed out from its mouths, finally transforming into three scorching white light beams that blasted towards the densely packed angels.
And those Eight-winged and Ten-winged Angels who were struggling to resist it, under King Ghidorah's powerful attack, could only pray, squeezing out all their strength with all their might.
Large amounts of light feathers sprayed out from the white wings of these angels, turning into an overwhelming rain of white fire that rushed towards King Ghidorah. These feathers stuck to King Ghidorah's body surface and burned continuously, turning King Ghidorah into a giant fire dragon.
The price these high-ranking angels paid for their desperate struggle was that the feathers on their backs were disappearing little by little. As light feathers continuously shot out, the wings on their backs, and even their entire bodies, were gradually turning into nothingness.
Thor, the God of Thunder, no longer entangled, had already chased to Uriel's front. He swung Stormbreaker in his hand, about to bring the axe down on Uriel's forehead.
Not far away, Gabriel was blowing the Horn of the Apocalypse, summoning the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse to hold back a black flood dragon as thick as a train car front, a fierce tiger that could summon black wind, and that huge eight-headed giant snake.
Behind her, half of her originally pure white wings were stained by black sewage-like poison. This fierce poison even corroded half of her body.
Gabriel, holding a silver long spear, dragged her injured body and fought with that black flood dragon.
Gabriel looked up and noticed the scene of Thor chopping Uriel with his axe from afar. In her great urgency, she forced open the wings on her back, and the Horn of the Apocalypse in her hand emitted a dazzling white Holy Light.
Taking advantage of the moment when the black flood dragon was momentarily blinded by the sudden burst of Holy Light, she flapped her wings, her figure flashed, and she lunged towards Thor.
"Bang!"
The black flood dragon opened its mouth, spitting out an inner core the size of a basketball. Wrapped in black lightning, it solidly struck Gabriel from behind!
It must be said that this Archangel was also a ruthless person. She spat out a mouthful of light golden blood, and by forcibly using Xiao Hei's strike, she increased her speed to the extreme.
Soaring up with a beam of Holy Light, Gabriel arrived behind Thor almost in the blink of an eye, thrusting her silver long spear straight towards Thor's back.
"Careful!"
As Hela's Army of the Dead rushed back to the battlefield, the younger version of Thor, the God of Thunder, swung Mjolnir, slaughtering among the intermediate and high-level angels.
He occasionally looked up at the sky, at the scene that seemed like stars colliding, and a hint of envy flowed in his eyes.
He understood that the people who truly decided the outcome of this war were in the sky. Neither the battlefield between that Iron Man and Uriel, nor the struggle between Gabriel and that King Ghidorah, were something he could participate in now.
For the first time, Thor felt an extreme desire for strength.
He noticed Gabriel's action, like a long rainbow piercing the sun, from afar.
But Gabriel's speed was astonishingly fast. The young Thor didn't even clearly see her action. The tip of the silver long spear was about to pierce the back of that Iron Man.
But the next moment, a fair and slender hand suddenly appeared, tightly gripping Gabriel's long spear. Gabriel's attack was suddenly interrupted. "Hela!"
Gabriel looked at the woman who had suddenly appeared and was gripping her long spear, finally unable to stop herself from spitting out a mouthful of blood. Silver Sacred Flame wrapped around Hela's hand, burning fiercely, causing her flesh and blood to crackle.
But Hela seemed to feel no pain at all, only carrying that madness, the madness of enjoying war and death.
Only then did Thor, the God of Thunder, belatedly sense the movement. He turned his head, looking at his "elder sister" with a complex look! Hela, however, was too lazy to bother with this cheap younger brother. She wanted to unleash all her anger towards Odin and Tang Song, those two shameless scoundrels.
For her, the Gabriel before her was a suitable punching bag.
"Hmm, I've heard of you, Gabriel. You are powerful, but will you be my Rival?"
Hela's long hair fluttered behind her. Overwhelming Death Aura surged out from inside her body, transforming into black hurricanes that roared and soared between heaven and earth.
Hela's vast Skyfather level Aura was released without reservation. The pressure of the Aura alone caused the severely injured Gabriel to bleed from her seven orifices. Drops of golden blood sprayed out, torn into shattered pieces by the black wind. Her half-black, half-white body trembled in the black wind, like a fallen leaf in a gale.
At this moment, Gabriel dared not confront Hela directly. She reluctantly spread her twelve huge wings and flew up into the sky.
Under the crisis of life and death, her flying speed was extremely fast. Even the young Thor, who had been watching the battlefield, only saw a very thin white light flash past his eyes, and Gabriel's figure disappeared.
But a black flood dragon had somehow secretly flown to the top of Gabriel's head long ago.
Its claws were also holding a square seal the size of a washbasin.
When Gabriel's figure soared into the sky, Xiao Hei instinctively sacrificed its Magic Treasure.
This square seal expanded out of thin air to several hundred square meters, a metal ingot weighing ten thousand tons, and smashed down fiercely.
To enhance the damage of this Magic Treasure, Xiao Hei poured all its Pill Qi into the Magic Tool refined for it by its master, so much so that a thick layer of Black Light and Blood Qi several zhang thick rose from this metal ingot.
With a loud bang, Gabriel let out a tragic wailing. Half of her head was forcibly smashed flat.
Looking at Gabriel who had fallen to the Ground, Xiao Hei directly sacrificed the Magic Tool, named True Dragon Treasure Seal, but actually a large metal ingot, and started smashing it indiscriminately.
This Magic Tool had been attached with various Restriction Formations by Tang Song, such as size as one wishes, weight like light, etc. The most crucial point was its weight.
Every time it smashed down, it shook the Ground for tens of miles around, manifested by Yggdrasil, causing it to shake up and down.
Gabriel screamed hoarsely, the wings on her back radiating radiance, trying to form a Golden Light Shield to withstand the bombardment of the metal ingot, but it was immediately smashed into shattered pieces after only two strikes.
Xiao Hei smashed down hundreds of times, and Gabriel quickly rolled her eyes, half of her head caved in, and blood flowed from all seven orifices.
Half of her body was smashed into minced flesh and blood, and the remaining half of her head was weakly groaning, her body twitching, looking like it was about to stiffen.
"Lord! Where are you? Your loyal servant needs your guidance!" Looking at the dying Archangel, on the battlefield, those high-ranking angels with self-awareness cried out in unison, offering pious prayer to the Lord they believed in.
Heaven Dimension, in the Mysterious Space located deep within Paradise Mountain.
The Lord these angels believed in was confronting Ancient One, Odin, and Tang Song.
Regarding Yahweh's requirement for peace talks.
"Swish!"
Ancient One closed the rhino horn bone fan, tapping the palm of her left hand with the bone fan, and slowly said to Yahweh: "In the four thousand two hundred and seventeen Timelines I have observed, you only kept your promise in thirteen!"
"In two thousand three hundred and forty-nine Timelines, you successfully broke through the shackles of the skyfather level, led your Angelic Legion to invade the Nine Realms, and then you were killed!"
Yahweh's complexion was initially unsightly listening to Ancient One's earlier words. He did indeed plan to stall for time, waiting until Odin entered Ragnarök and lost Asgard's helping hand, and after he resolved the suffering of the Flame of Faith burning his body, he would immediately lead his army to invade the Nine Realms and turn them into his Land of Faith.
Unfortunately, it seemed Ancient One knew his intentions by observing Timelines.
But what was Ancient One talking about later? He would die, and he had died two thousand three hundred and forty-nine times? How was that possible!
As long as he resolved the trouble of the Flame of Faith burning his body, his strength would be unmatched among all Divine Pantheons, becoming the only True God, the Ruler, in the entire Universe.
Looking at Yahweh's astonished expression, Ancient One merely glanced at him sideways, then turned to look at Tang Song. Master Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme, was quite interested in Tang Song's Power System, which did not belong to this Universe.
In over two thousand Timelines, she had witnessed many methods of death for Yahweh.
Burned alive into ash by the flames in a Formation, smashed into meat paste by a huge stone, or even just having his name called, he was collected into a gourd and turned into pus and blood.
Tang Song looked at Yahweh's Sacred Soul, which was emitting a powerful Aura, and shrugged towards Master Ancient One. He clearly understood that the Sorcerer Supreme had seen some of his abilities in a certain Timeline.
He might as well stop hiding his capabilities.
Tang Song smiled slightly at Yahweh. If this were the complete form of Yahweh, he might have to play it safe for a bit. But a Soul Body, and one entangled by Karma Fire at that.
Just the methods he knew to detonate this Karma Fire numbered in the dozens.
Did they really think Incense Offerings / Faith Power was just talk? Even at the Origin of the Jambudvīpa World, as far as he knew, there were only three ways to perfectly remove the Poison of Incense Offerings and not be infected by Karma.
Looking at Yahweh, entangled by Karma Fire like this, a Barbarian Wild God, yet daring to call himself God.
Seeing the disdainful smile on Tang Song's face, a bad premonition rose in Yahweh's heart. He couldn't care less about anything else. His entire being transformed into a white light and rushed towards his physical body.
He planned to endure his soul slumbering for another thousand years, but first, he had to kill or drive away these three people.
But how could he be in time? Four beams of pale light directly sealed him from front, back, left, and right.
The four beams of pale light rotated, transforming into four sky-shading and sun-blocking Bone Banners. Strips of Black Energy hung down from the Bone Banners!
They trapped Yahweh's Sacred Soul within, instantly severing his contact with his physical body.
The Ghoul White Bone Banner, this Magic Treasure, was specifically designed to target Souls and Nascent Divinity from the very beginning of its Refinement.
Unless it was a pervert whose physical body and Nascent Divinity were integrated, or in the words of the Jambudvīpa World, one who had achieved Physical Body Attains Sainthood, otherwise, even a Normal True Immortal would be shaken dizzy by this Ghoul White Bone Banner.
If one was not careful and fell into its trap, even their soul would be captured into the banner.
Now, the contact between the physical body and the soul was isolated.
Covered by the Black Energy of the Ghoul White Bone Banner, Yahweh's head immediately felt dizzy, and his entire being became groggy. The four Ghoul White Bone Banners served as Formation flags, and within the Banners, a Space was formed. This Space was filled with Black Mist. Although Yahweh was only his Sacred Soul here, he felt dizzy and lightheaded. Bell sounds echoed overhead. Looking up, Yahweh could vaguely see an ancient, majestic Portal above the Black Mist. Hidden by the Black Mist, the plaque above the Portal was faintly carved with the three large characters: Ghost Gate Pass.
A creaking sound of a door opening. From within the door came a dense sound of footsteps, accompanied by the sound of iron chains dragging on the Ground, vaguely approaching Yahweh in the Black Mist. "Hell from the Eastern Mythology Pantheon, Ghost Gate Pass!" Yahweh's Sacred Soul showed no panic on its face: "I am God, the only True God in this World. I created all things. Let alone Ghost Gate Pass, even if your Lord of Hell came, he would have to bow to me. I say, let there be light in this World!"
As soon as Yahweh finished speaking, in the Black Mist shrouded by the Ghoul White Bone Banner, a white light suddenly appeared. Pure, extreme white Holy Light broke through the entire Black Mist. The hundreds of thousands of Underworld Soldiers and Ghost Generals led by the Eight Great Yin Commanders in the Black Mist immediately revealed their figures under the Holy Light. Large numbers of ghost soldiers and underworld soldiers, exposed to the Holy Light, instantly turned into wisps of green smoke.
Yahweh looked at the Undead Army annihilated with a single word by him, his face not yet showing a smile.
The Flame of Faith that had been suppressed on his body immediately rose and burned within him.
Suddenly, a Negative Mental Impact, like a heavenly river pouring down, swept towards him along this Flame of Faith like heaven and earth collapsing.
Even Yahweh's Skyfather level Will was like a small boat in a raging sea before this vast mental torrent. It struggled on the crest of a wave for only a moment before being subverted by the giant wave.
Yahweh's eyes were filled with countless faces flashing by. In his ears were the prayers of countless believers, and the tragic wailing of those who died when he launched the Apocalypse and destroyed countless worlds.
The towering resentment caused by the believers' unmet prayers was frantically tearing at Yahweh's mental consciousness.
Wave after wave of Flame of Faith formed by Negative Mental Impact continuously surged towards Yahweh, constantly bombarding his spirit, trying to rush into his brain, trying to rush into his body, and then crush his soul.
That was the resentment of trillions of believers whose prayers could not be satisfied, the Karma Fire formed by the collection of their negative emotions.
Yahweh had absorbed the Power of Faith they offered.
This Strength had elevated his physical body to the Single Universe Level.
But this vast Karma was not something Yahweh could bear. He used to choose to slowly dissolve this Flame of Faith by slumbering.
Even when he occasionally woke up, he was careful not to use too strong a strength.
But now, his consciousness was shaken by the Ghoul White Bone Banner, and the Flame of Faith wrapped around his body immediately rioted.
(End of chapter)