Chapter 84

In the blood-red sky, a floating fortress filled with the Heaven's Faction soared amidst the crimson clouds.

Deep inside the fortress, a green-haired Heaven's Faction member was rummaging through the area, calling out, "Jibril, where are you, nya?! Come out!"

Azrael's voice echoed throughout the castle as she stuck her head into a dark corner. "Jibril, where are you, nya~?"

"Azrael!"

With a partially broken angelic halo, Raphael, with her blue hair, glared at the jumping Azrael in annoyance, shouting, "Can you calm down? Didn't Jibril go hunting yesterday? Looks like she found a good prey and is pursuing it all night."

"It's not the first time this happened! Why are you getting so worked up?!"

"Ugh, it's been a whole day since I've had my Jibril essence, nya."

Azrael's shoulders slumped as she fell to the floor, shouting in frustration, "Jibril, nya! Come back, nya!"

Suddenly, dark spirit power appeared in front of her, and Azrael's previously disheartened expression instantly brightened.

"It's Jibril, nya! But why would Jibril unleash Heaven's Strike at Avant Heim, nya?"

"Could it be?! Jibril is targeting Lord Arshute again with Heaven's Strike, nya!"

Spreading her wings, Azrael swiftly flew out of the fortress, murmuring, "Jibril, why can't you just come back and stop being foolish, nya."

One minute earlier...

Hiroshi and Satou Kazuma stepped out from the space, looking at the massive fortress below them, both wearing mischievous smiles.

Holding the amber in his hand, Hiroshi glanced at Kazuma, who had that familiar crazy grin on his face. Hiroshi looked down at the Heaven's Faction gathering below and smiled, "A! (Begin!)"

From his spirit space, Hiroshi pulled out Jibril's original little white cloth, and at Hiroshi's signal, Kazuma once again began to wave the piece of white cloth.

At the same time, Hiroshi began unsealing Jibril.

Dark spirit energy filled the space again, and Jibril's eyes flashed with an even fiercer red as she watched Kazuma waving her white cloth. Black lightning crackled, and Jibril coldly uttered,

"Heaven's Strike!"

"No, Jibril, nya!"

The massive Heaven's Strike descended from above, barely missing Kazuma, who was already prepared to dodge.

Watching the Heaven's Strike shoot past Avant Heim and strike downwards, Kazuma whistled and turned to look at Jibril, now in her childlike form. He praised, "Nicely done! I'd give this Heaven's Strike a ten out of ten."

Clutching the clothes draped over her, Jibril, now calmed after venting her rage, looked at her surroundings, then glared at the approaching Kazuma and demanded, "What exactly are you trying to do, you monkey?! Are you deliberately trying to provoke a war among the three factions? Is it the Star Grail you're after?!"

"Time to go, Kazuma."

Hiroshi spread his silver dragon wings as he spotted Azrael rushing towards them from below.

"Ah! I want it!"

Despite her current childlike appearance, Jibril still could not help but approach Hiroshi in a trance, her hands crackling with faint black smoke.

Twitching his mouth twice, Hiroshi saw Azrael nearly upon them. He kicked Jibril off him, pulling Kazuma along as they broke through space and disappeared instantly.

Hugging the childlike Jibril tightly, Azrael looked grimly at the now empty surroundings. Had it not been for the space lock imposed by the enemy, she would've already used space movement to arrive.

Below, a massive Heaven's Strike shot out from Avant Heim, hurtling towards the point where the Earth Faction and Forest Faction borders met.

Watching the familiar Heaven's Strike, Sinke Nilvalen's expression turned serious. She quickly turned and commanded, "Confirm Avant Heim's declaration of war! Deploy all Void Zero Protection spells! Right-wing units, target Arshute! Left-wing units, target the Goblin Faction!"

On the other side, the Earth Faction also aimed six Void Explosions at the sky above Arshute, with another six targeting the Forest Faction's positions.

In the sky, Azrael felt the increasingly powerful energy reactions below. She turned to her approaching Heaven's Faction kin and shouted, "Prepare Heaven's Strike!"

"So this is what's called the strongest fate, huh."

On a towering divine throne, the massive War God Arshute spread his eighteen wings. Golden divine eyes flashed with understanding, and he raised his hand, looking at his followers below. Arshute calmly ordered, "Prepare Divine Strike, nya."

"Yes, Lord Arshute, nya!"

Hearing the voice of their creator, Azrael's lips curled as she hugged Jibril tightly.

Above, the once bright angelic halo turned black. Under Azrael's command, the combined power of all Heaven's Faction members, merged with the creator Arshute's full-powered strike.

The world began collapsing at that moment. Arshute's full-strength attack was powerful enough to obliterate everything on the planet.

A massive celestial body manifested in the sky, and boundless dark clouds enveloped the world as a sea of purple lightning baptized every corner of it.

"The strongest fate is to be pulled down from the divine throne by the weakest. Is this the common destiny of us powerful beings?"

"Isn't that right, you monkeys?"

"But you who don't know your place are just a gathering of dust and ants."

"Struggle, resist. Take on this blow from the greatest god."

"And if you survive... then, I shall await you, ants, on the divine throne."

Azrael's wings spread wide, covering half the sky. Her eyes glowed bright red, and she smiled, gazing down at the two factions below.

"Divine Strike!!!"

As the world-destroying power gathered, Sinke Nilvalen stood dumbfounded. Spirit energy within her operated at an unprecedented speed as she pointed upward at the massive Divine Strike enveloping the world, shouting, "Void Zero Protection—fire all eighteen spells simultaneously at the target!"

Meanwhile, in the Earth Faction, twelve Void Explosions were fired simultaneously, aimed upwards. At the same time, following the pact, eight dragonkind sacrificed themselves, unleashing a life-only, one-time Cataclysmic Howl.

The three world-ending forces collided, grinding and canceling each other out, forming a gigantic scarlet energy sphere.

In the sky, the now energy-depleted Heaven's Faction members, including the childlike Jibril, lay collapsed on the ground.

The space rippled slightly, and two figures emerged—one human standing on a flying sword, hands behind his back, and another with devilish horns and large demon wings.

Glancing down at the collapsed Heaven's Faction members, Infinity and Vanir flew straight towards the War God Arshute's throne.

"I won't let you monkeys get near Lord Arshute, nya!"

Azrael struggled to her feet, spreading her wings. Behind her, many other collapsed Heaven's Faction members also rose, following her charge towards the enemy.

Even though their spirit energy was depleted, the Heaven's Faction would never allow anything impure to approach Lord Arshute's throne.

Lumine and Keqing appeared, drawing their swords as they watched the enemies surge toward them. They exchanged smiles.

"Your opponents are us!"