A talented God of Truth from the Light Empire, who had long considered himself the strongest Peak High God, watched a Sixteen-Winged Angel carve through multiple Dark Gods simultaneously. His confidence shattered like glass.
"It is unnatural." He muttered to the assembly, "I have fought for millennia, yet that Angel possesses combat instincts and Divine Spells that defy our whole understanding of the High God Tier. Where did they come from? No planet in our understanding has ever recorded a race like this."
"They are summoned." Asher answered, his voice cold, "Summoned by the Endless Continent's Laws specifically to act as a sword. But every sword has a limit. There are fewer than three million of them. If they were as numerous as the human race, even the Abyss would tremble."
Asher's rare smile returned as he looked at the chronometer of his plan. The Dark Gods would fall by tomorrow; the mortal army within three days at most. His own capital's barrier should hold for at least an entire week.
"Ten days." He concluded, "If the Shrine falls within ten days, we will be saved. Once the Abyss invades, the Laws will enforce a ban on internal wars. The Great Aetherium will be forced to stop his siege, or face the wrath of the Laws. We just have to survive until that time."
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High above the atmosphere, perched upon the surface of the Blood Moon, the Twelve Demon Monarchs shared Asher's vantage point, though their perspective was far more predatory. They watched the "insidiousness" of the Great Aetherium with a sense of grim recognition.
"The Goddess of Aurora, Amelie… she has returned." The Second Demon Monarch hissed, his eyes narrowing, "We shattered her soul in the Ancient Era, yet here she stands, as a late stage Supreme Goddess. The Great Aetherium's power to reverse death is a direct threat to us."
The First Demon Monarch, Eisenfaust, watched the Castle Lords level up as they slaughtered the Dark Empire's troops. He realized the Great Aetherium and even the entire Castle Faction wasn't just winning a war, they were 'fattening' themselves, preparing for the upcoming battle of planets.
"If we allow them to fight us as they fight the Dark Empire, they will use our demon soldiers as fuel to reach the God Monarch Tier. We cannot let them grow. When the wall cracks, the Great Aetherium must be the first to fall, followed by the Castle Faction."
A sudden tremor rippled through the lunar soil. Eisenfaust's dark purple pupils flared with unholy light. He felt the ancient seals beneath the Abyss dissolving.
"The Four Elemental Lords have stirred." Eisenfaust announced, his voice booming with dark fervor, "The Dark Titan Legion is awake. His Majesty the Demon Emperor is coming to lead us. The Great Aetherium's era would end after a week."
The atmosphere atop the Blood Moon was heavy with a tension that hadn't existed since the dawn of time. As the Demon Monarchs looked down upon the shimmering blue sphere of the Endless Continent, they felt a weight that no amount of bravado could fully mask.
This was no longer the planet they had trampled a hundred thousand years ago. In the Ancient Era, the Endless Continent was a fractured land ruled by a handful of Gods of Faith, none of whom had dared to touch the peak of the Supreme God Tier.
Back then, the three strongest Demon Monarchs were the uncontested apex predators of the cosmos but the modern era's Endless Continent was an entirely different beast. Between the Gods of Faith, the iron-willed Gods of Truth, and the meteoric, inexplicable rise of the Castle Faction, the Endless Continent now boasted over thirty Supreme Gods.
Among them were entities like Haru and the Eighteen-Winged Angel Celestia, whose power flared with the intensity of Peak Supreme God Tier. The pressure was suffocating and for the first time, the Abyss faced a planet that might actually have the strength to push back.
However, that flicker of doubt was extinguished by the arrival of a darker truth. News from the Abyss' deepest pits had finally reached the lunar surface. The Demon Emperor was descending and as a Pseudo God King, his strength existed on a level that made ordinary Gods look like a guttering candle.
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