The war between heaven and hell raged on, with no end in sight.
Whole skies were filled with the sounds of clashing steel, screams of the damned, and the thunderous boom of divine energy.
Reign watched from the balcony; his eyes gleaming with excitent as he observed the war unfold.
This was more than he expected, and it thrilled him. He wanted even more devils to show up.
Raising his hand, he fired a divine orb into the sky.
It exploded, flashing bright enough to blind everyone for a mont.
That was his signal—a loud, clear call for all the devils to co at them.
And it worked. More flying ships stord in, firing their cannons without pause.
BOOOOM!
BOOOOM!
BOOOOM!
These weren't ordinary pirate cannons. Each shot carried a concentrated dose of negative energy.
When they exploded, they released clouds of smoke that twisted and tainted the divine energy in the air.
Even an angel struck by it wouldn't survive. The corruption spread fast, eating away at anything pure.
Only soone in the Seraphim Rank and above could deflect such power.
'As expected of Lilith. She really knows what she's doing,' he muttered.
'These cannons carry the traits of black miasma. Even the devils are showing signs of corruption. She must've perfected her research.'
He touched his chin, deep in thought.
'But she's wrong if she thinks this alone is enough to win,' he chuckled to himself.
With all the noise and explosions, no one noticed the particles of divine and negative energy slowly being drawn toward him.
Why he was doing this remained a mystery...for now.
"Destroy the Ships!"
Gabriel, leading the charge, swooped down on a group of devils riding one of their flying ships.
His sword flashed as he struck down ships after ships, but there seed to be an endless supply of them.
The other Archangels were faring no better.
Azrael was locked in combat with a giant devil wielding a massive scythe, while Raphael was dodging bolts of dark energy fired from a much bigger ship.
The air was filled with tension as they fought for their lives against an enemy that seed to have no end.
But what caught Reign's attention was the presence of several Devil Generals on the battlefield.
These powerful warriors had always been formidable opponents, but now they seed... different.
Their strength and speed increased exponentially, allowing them to hold their own against even the mighty Archangels.
Reign narrowed his eyes, sensing sothing had been done to boost their strength.
'What other surprises does Lilith have waiting for ?'
BOOOOM!
One of the Devil Generals clashed with Gabriel.
The two exchanged blows that shook the very foundations of heaven itself.
Reign could feel the power emanating from them, like two titans locked in combat.
Their blades flashed in the dim light as they danced across the sky.
Gabriel's sword sliced through air leaving behind trail pure white flas
The devil general retaliated unleashing devastating blast of black flas
But Gabriel proved too fast dodging weaving avoiding every attack
The enemy stumbled backward desperately attempting block next blow
Gabriel seized the opportunity, striking again and again.
CLANG!
CLANG!
CLANG!
Then, with a concentrated burst, his white flas exploded, completely incinerating the devil.
'So individually, they're still stronger. But the devil generals have the numbers,' Reign added, watching as more than four dozen devils approached.
Now, each archangel had to face three at once.
Together three generals launched ferocious assault pushing Gabriel back.
He knew that they couldn't hold out much longer.
The devils had the environntal advantage inside the dark cloud.
They also had sheer numbers on their side, with an endless horde of minions at their disposal.
As he watched his fellow Archangels fall around him Gabriel felt wave desperation wash over him
Why wasn't the so-called ssiah helping?
Didn't he care that they were all going die?
Gabriel took deep breath trying calm himself down, but it didn't work
He charged forward sword flashing, trying to win over so montum against the three devils.
While he managed to kill one of them, he was wounded in the process.
Now, he was forced to allocate so of his energy just to fight off the spreading corruption.
The battle raged on, and more angels fell with each passing mont.
Those who survived were losing moral, but they couldn't stop fighting. They were too deep in enemy territory, so escaping now would an certain death.
They all hoped that their ssiah would sohow change the outco, but he remained standing on his balcony.
Still, they couldn't bring themselves to call him out—Lucifer and Lilith hadn't shown themselves either.
This ant that if he joined the battle, he'd be exposed to attacks from the two devils, making their sacrifice aningless.
Despite the overwhelming pressure, they pressed on.
The fortresses moved faster and faster, abandoning defense.
They charged straight into the enemy ships, taking them down in a devastating collision.
"FOR HEAVEN!
"FOR HEAVEN!"
"FOR HEAVEN!"
A battle cry echoed across the battlefield as the angels burned through their own life force for a final surge of power.
They charged forward, cutting down devils in their path. Just before death, they exploded, taking more enemies with them.
This suicidal style of fighting spread quickly, pushing others to follow their lead.
SWOOOSH!
Ten angels hurled themselves at the devil generals like living missiles, detonating on impact.
It wasn't enough to kill the enemy, but it weakened them just enough for the archangels to finish the job.
The heavenly forces pushed deeper into the cloud using this tactic.
But then they stopped, stunned by what lay ahead—more ships, far larger than the rest, and numbering in the tens of thousands were waiting for them.
"I... Impossible," an angel whispered, her lips trembling.
She had believed their efforts ant sothing, only to realize they had been fighting nothing more than the front line.
The devils wore smug expressions, bursting into laughter as they watched the angels stumble into their own doom.
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