Chapter 36: The Final Battle
Linley’s gaze swept over the Sovereign of Destruction and the Sovereign of Fate.
“To surpass them, even if I perfectly fuse the four laws, I would at most be on par with them. Unless I refine another lower-level fire-type divine spark,” Linley transmitted.
Beirut and Bluefire nodded slightly.
“We’ll wait here until tomorrow for the final battle,” Beirut said with a smile. They chatted casually, while the high-ranking members of the Celestial Realm and Hell’s armies prepared for the impending clash. This battle was set to be the one with the fewest commander-level figures in the planar battlefield in the last several trillion years.
In the past, the focus of planar wars had been the pre-battle duels among commanders.
This time, however, the renowned commanders and Paragons had almost all stayed away.
Across the entire planar battlefield, the number of commanders and Sovereign’s envoys totaled no more than thirty. Most of them had only recently become Sovereign’s envoys, such as the six under Linley’s command. There wasn’t a single Paragon.
Paragons had a high chance of survival.
But if a Paragon stood alone, the enemy would likely concentrate most of their forces against them. No treasure was worth a Paragon risking their life.
The four Sovereigns of Edicts—Death, Destruction, Fate, and Life—stood side by side on a mountain peak, gazing at the battlefield tens of thousands of miles away.
“Rumble…”
Suddenly, at the planar battlefield’s Star River, boundless power converged and surged. Energy waves scattered in all directions, instantly reducing the camps on both sides of the river to dust. Every soldier participating was at least a Highgod, so they could easily withstand the energy waves.
“Swish!” “Swish!”
Dreamlike, beautiful seven-colored light shot into the sky.
There were two passages on the Star River. At this moment, both emitted dazzling seven-colored light.
“Kill!!!”
Many soldiers who had been meditating or resting didn’t hesitate. Following pre-arranged plans, they orderly surged toward the Star River passages along their respective teams.
“It’s begun!”
The Sovereigns, standing tens of thousands of miles away, focused intently on watching the battle.
“Ouf, Utred, which side do you think will win?” the Sovereign of Death teased, stirring up trouble.
The cold, black-robed man Utred said indifferently, “Win? Hell doesn’t need to win. A draw is already a success. We can’t guarantee victory on both passages, but winning on one isn’t too difficult.”
“Win or lose, it’s up to them,” the kindly old man Ouf, Sovereign of Fate, said with a smile.
It seemed nothing could surprise him.
“This is madness,” Linley remarked, using his Sovereign’s divine sense to observe the battle tens of thousands of miles away.
“Boom!” “Boom!”…
Every soldier charging into the Star River passages ignited Sovereign power on their bodies. A Six Star Fiend-level warrior using Sovereign power could even threaten a commander who wasn’t using it. Now, thousands of warriors were using Sovereign power.
What a scene that was!
It had never been seen before, but now it was.
“Crazy,” Beirut shook his head as he witnessed it. “No wonder even Paragons and commanders don’t want to participate.”
“All of this happens because of the Sovereigns’ interests,” Bluefire sighed.
Linley carefully observed the battle’s progression.
On both passages of the Star River, fighting erupted almost simultaneously.
“Target: directly ahead, the man with black horns. Group material attack.”
A hundred warriors, their bodies ablaze with various Sovereign powers, moved in unison—raising weapons or kicking—and unleashed a hundred material attacks. Like a raging storm, they swept forward. The area within ten meters of the horned man instantly turned to nothing.
“Target: twenty meters ahead. Soul attack, combined.”
A wave of transparent soul attacks spread out… Many enemy warriors, caught mid-fight, froze and fell from the sky. Artifacts floated around them as they mercilessly slaughtered each other.
With so few commander-level figures and Sovereign’s envoys participating, the war was purely a meat grinder.
“The Twelve-Winged Seraphim have entered the battle,” the Sovereign of Death said lightly.
“The Twelve-Winged Seraphim legion is indeed formidable,” Beirut praised. Beside him, Linley’s eyes lit up.
On both Star River passages, the Celestial Realm’s forces almost simultaneously deployed teams of Twelve-Winged Seraphim.
Radiant white light enveloped them as their twelve white wings flapped.
“Ahead! Material strike!”
Six cold-faced Seraphim, shrouded in white light, formed an angel battle formation. They unleashed a thick beam of white light that shot forward. Wherever the light passed, space shattered. In the crowded Hell warrior ranks opposite, dozens of Hell warriors instantly turned to nothing.
Six Twelve-Winged Seraphim formed a squad.
Ten squads made a company.
Ten companies made a battalion.
“Whoosh—whoosh—”
Countless Twelve-Winged Seraphim advanced in perfect order. On their flanks, large numbers of Celestial Realm soldiers supported them. With the Seraphim as the spearhead and the Celestial Realm soldiers as support, they completely suppressed Hell’s forces, relentlessly pushing them back.
“Boom!”
Each Seraphim squad’s combined attack annihilated large numbers of warriors.
After all, a Twelve-Winged Seraphim was no weaker than a Seven Star Demon. Most Hell warriors were at the Six Star Demon level. With this gap in strength, and the Seraphim’s mastery of combined attacks, they advanced like a whirlwind.
“Ahead! The lead angel squad! Material attack, combined!”
About seven hundred Hell warriors launched a joint material attack. A torrent of light shot toward the Seraphim. Unable to dodge, the squad was instantly reduced to dust.
But immediately—
Two beams of white light shot back at Hell’s forces, killing nearly a hundred warriors and throwing them into chaos.
“They’re on completely different levels,” Beirut frowned, shaking his head. “A single Twelve-Winged Seraphim is worth ten Six Star Demons. Even if a hundred Hell warriors attack together, their scattered strikes can’t kill six Seraphim in formation. Only a few hundred working together have a chance.”
Linley nodded.
He could see it too. The Twelve-Winged Seraphim were a razor-sharp spearhead.
They feared nothing, and they were incredibly strong.
To kill six Seraphim, Hell typically lost over a thousand warriors. That was just the numbers. More importantly, it was about morale!
With the Seraphim as the spearhead, the Celestial Realm’s other soldiers were fired up, advancing unstoppably.
Hell’s warriors, though fearless, were disheartened by the massive gap. How could they win by throwing away lives like this? Once morale dropped, a rout was inevitable.
“If this continues, the Celestial Realm will win on both passages soon,” Linley said, frowning.
“Hell shouldn’t lose that quickly,” Beirut shook his head. Linley agreed: “Right. My six envoys are still among Hell’s warriors, not yet involved. Hell must have a plan.”
On each passage, there were six hundred Seraphim.
Twelve hundred Seraphim, fearless and perfectly coordinated, were incredibly effective.
On one passage, Hell was retreating steadily. On the other, though also retreating, they were slower and had killed slightly more Seraphim.
On the passage where Hell was retreating faster—
“Swish!” “Swish!”…
Beams of white light from six-Seraphim squads killed countless Hell warriors. Occasionally, Hell organized effective counterattacks that wiped out a squad. But the losses were enormous, the death toll staggering.
White light flashed continuously.
Slaughter!
Hell warriors turned to dust in the light.
“Kill!” The Celestial Realm soldiers roared with excitement, pursuing relentlessly.
The constant retreat finally turned into a full-scale rout. In the frenzy of pursuit, Hell collapsed entirely.
Once routed, the outcome was decided.
Soon, the Celestial Realm forces reached the end of the Star River passage, and the seven-colored light faded.
The Celestial Realm had won on one passage.
“Utred, you lost on one passage,” the Sovereign of Death said with a grin.
“There’s still another,” Utred replied coldly.
“Ah, the experts are indeed arranged on this passage,” the Sovereign of Fate, Ouf, said cheerfully.
Linley noticed that on the other passage, Hell had finally launched a fierce counterattack.
“As expected, Hell has gathered quite a few Seven Star Demons. Three teams of a hundred each,” Linley smiled. In Hell and other divine planes, Seven Star Demons were plentiful. Many were controlled, like the Abyssal Commander Mence, who had many under his thrall.
Those Seven Star Demons, their souls controlled, were utterly loyal and fearless.
After gathering from Hell, the Underworld, and other planes, they finally formed three hundred-man teams.
But despite equal individual strength, Hell’s Seven Star Demons couldn’t form effective battle formations.
“A wild counterattack,” Beirut laughed. “With these Seven Star Demon teams leading, Hell’s morale is up.”
Both sides went berserk.
Torrents of attacks flew at each other.
Many Seven Star Demons and Seraphim fell.
A six-Seraphim formation couldn’t withstand a combined attack from so many Seven Star Demons. Of course, Hell lost more Seven Star Demons.
“Pfft!”
“Swish!”
One by one, Seraphim fell. Figures moved stealthily through the crowd, agile and terrifyingly powerful as individuals.
The Sovereign of Fate, Ouf, frowned slightly, then turned to the Sovereign of Destruction: “Oh? Commander-level figures?”
“Not many, just a few,” the Sovereign of Destruction said indifferently.
The chosen Sovereign’s envoys were mostly close to commander-level in strength. With Sovereign artifacts, one could ambush and kill a Seraphim without much trouble.
Since this war was a coalition of many planes against Ouf, most Sovereign’s envoys were on Hell’s side, with very few on the Celestial Realm’s.
Each envoy’s contribution equaled six Seraphim.
“Linley, it doesn’t look like Hell has the advantage,” Beirut frowned. “Those Seraphim are fearless. If one or two die, they immediately reform into new teams. Any six Seraphim can form an angel battle formation.”
Linley saw it too.
The Seraphim’s madness and refusal to retreat meant that even with three hundred-man Seven Star Demon teams and many envoys launching sneak attacks, Hell couldn’t push the Celestial Realm back.
“What are those six thinking, not acting yet?” Linley wondered, watching intently.