Across the Black Continent, all seven Seraphim and thirteen Hell Lords stood amid a cataclysmic battlefield.
The earth itself fractured, mountains leveled, forests incinerated, rivers rerouted—the land was a ruin.
Angels fell by the dozens. Demons were purified en masse.
In this horrifying melee, only the Seraphim and Hell Lords could hope to survive another heartbeat.
But as time passed, even the Hell Lords were wounded. The Seraphim's pristine wings began to shatter.
The war had reached its boiling point. No one wished to end it—none dared intervene—unless some force above them intervened.
At the side of the battlefield, the Succubus Lord drifted, eyes flicking toward movement.
Originally obeying the Demon King's orders, she had descended to observe Balder's machinations from early on. The Demon King never trusted his own prince fully—he swore Balder might betray him, might side with Heaven.
In her memory probe into Dr. Wade, she glimpsed something strange—a trace of a hidden lineage in Wade's mind. She suspected, but kept her findings quiet.
After all, betrayal is a demon's trade, is it not?
And would she not rather see the Demon King enthroned instead of the Queen?
But she never imagined Balder would escalate his gambit so audaciously.
Was he trying to provoke an all-out war between angels and demons?
She quietly edged toward the perimeter. Her gut told her—this war was losing coherence. Something greater loomed beyond this battlefield, and she needed to slip away before she was crushed.
Suddenly—a roar tore through the sky.
A sound of violence, madness, and chaos so fierce it silenced every being on the field.
The heavens warped.
Then… Sky collapse.
A massive claw—impossible in scale—shredded through the void above, reaching down toward the heart of the battle.
It leapt as if chasing something; the target was too small to see, yet the claw's intent was terrifyingly clear.
The monstrous limb crashed into the ground at the center of the conflict.
BOOM!
Hundreds of miles of terrain vanished under the impact.
The shockwave radiated through the battlefield.
Silence.
Only devastation remained.
One claw strike erased millions of demons in a single motion.
Among the thirteen Hell Lords, eleven were vaporized—no trace left. Only the Demon King and the lurking Succubus Lord survived.
The Seraph side fared worse: eighty percent of angels were wiped out.
Of the Seven Archangels, six died in that single blow—only Michael lived on.
But he stood battered, broken. Even the divine artifact granted by God to preserve his life was cracking.
Michael trembled amid the wreckage of wings and shattered holiness.
He roared, voice raw:
"Die, monster!!"
He lashed out with his holy blade. The rune-infused power coalesced into a hundred-meter light blade that descended toward the massive claw.
But it shattered in midair. The sword flew from his grip. Michael hurtled backward, blood spewing.
The claw, untouched, had simply absorbed the blow. Its recoil nearly crushed Michael with sheer force.
On the battlefield, the Demon King, having survived by some infernal artifact, watched wide-eyed.
Without hesitation, he turned and fled.
If Michael's greatest strike failed—and threatened to kill him instead—this beast was beyond him.
This was no ordinary threat.
At that moment, high above Heaven—the Seventh Heaven, in a grand sanctum—God sat enthroned.
He appeared now in His third aspect: Sovereign, cold, majestic, stripped of mercy and warmth.
His eyes opened.
"I sense many angels dying."
He did not seem to care about their deaths per se—but angels were born of faith. Their mass annihilation meant a massive depletion of His reservoirs of belief.
His holy gaze pierced Heaven's veil, manifesting a beam of divine light toward the Black Continent.
"This monster…" His voice contained loathing and dread.
"You dared provoke Me!"
Though endowed with pseudo-omniscience and omnipotence, this monstrous beast had nearly driven God to the brink of madness.
Parsing it was no easy feat, but God's authority managed to touch it—but that contact threatened divine reason itself.
This "Beast 666" was an entity of pure disorder—chaos incarnate.
God's attempt to dominate or understand it risked His very sanity.
He had almost lost control to it.
Now, he resolved at last:
"Your sins must be cleansed!"
He would not hesitate.
Even if he could not fully kill the Beast, he would attempt to purge it.
And then—he struck.
The massive claw was impaled by a column of celestial radiance.
"ROAR!!!"
The beast howled in agony.
The claw was purified, erased, dissolved into nothingness.
Michael, wounded, staggered upward.
"Master… You have descended again!"
The heavens trembled with the sound of holy song.
Light rent the sky. The God of Heaven appeared at the terminus of a divine path—the Throne's radiance blazing at its end.
Remaining angels knelt, voices raised in worship.
God surveyed them with remoteness and grandeur.
"My beloved children… you have done well."
His gaze turned toward the void where the claw had emerged.
"Beast of the Apocalypse, 666—"
"Your sins are to be cleansed!"
God did not doubt his power. With pseudo-omniscience, he had sensed the Beast's nature, probed its depths, and discovered the horror beneath.
Now he would act.
"ROAR!!!"
The Beast—unfazed—tore open the void behind it, revealing its true form.
Ten twisted heads: serpents, bulls, demons, skulls merged.
Its flesh was a patchwork of living creatures, its rear a mass of writhing legs and tentacles.
Chaos. Dissonance. Anti-order.
This was pure entropy, incarnated.
Reality broke around it.
Demons convulsed, angels mutated—some sprouted extra wings; others sprouted claws.
Order unraveled before its presence.
God's voice echoed across the heavens:
"Judgment!"
A giant symbolic cross of light manifested above the Beast, dwarfing every being.
The cross descended like a hammer.
Ten beams of chaotic energy erupted from the Beast's heads, clashing with the divine cross.
BOOM!!!!
White light exploded across the battlefield.
The energy shockwave shattered the land.
The Black Continent cracked open—rifts, chasms, rivers boiling with lava and flame.
Heaven, Hell, Earth—all trembled under that divine clash.
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The original author has only updated till Chapter 158 (no more chps available after that)
So, i'll be creating a collection on my patreon for the rest of the chapters