The Seventh Heaven Mountain, a plane of reverence that originally exuded an atmosphere of peace and order, was a place of prosperity and abundance dominated by kind gods and the Archons.
Even the reincarnated souls of mortals radiate a sacred silver or golden light.
Because this is a place of supreme goodness, any evil spirits, filth and evil cannot escape, let alone hide themselves.
Even some extremely evil guys, after coming here and being baptized, began to gradually realize the numerous crimes they had committed, began to wake up, repent, abandon their ambitions and desires, and gradually turn from the evil camp to the good.
On the first level, there is a very famous town that was founded by a kind lich.
But now, many places here have been completely occupied by demons, devils, yugoloths and other evil spirits from the lower planes, as well as armies led by evil gods.
Those originally kind-hearted Sub-Eons and the kind-hearted mortal souls who had just been reincarnated either became corrupted by the day and night torture or became cruelly enslaved laborers.
Especially the first few levels, at first glance they are basically no different from hell and the abyss.
Everywhere there are scars from crudely dug mines, and bare hills from devastating felling of trees.
Driven by the vicious overseer's whip, the slaves, densely packed like ants, toiled non-stop all day long until they were exhausted to death and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.
There is no doubt that this is the darkest moment since the birth of the Seventh Heaven Mountain.
It is like a beautiful girl who was originally cold, noble and chaste, but now she is pinned to the ground and ravaged by a group of smelly men, with traces of dirt and filth all over her body.
Fortunately, those kind-hearted people who survived have not lost hope.
Because the supreme leader of the Seven Fierce Orders of Heaven, Zaffkiel, did not surrender to the unprecedentedly powerful evil army, but continued to resist with the help of many allies, and was about to have a final decisive battle.
As long as they win, the expedition launched by Asmodeus, the lord of hell, will end in complete failure, all evil forces will be expelled from the Seven Heavens Mountain, and the light of goodness will once again cover the entire plane.
Justice will prevail!
Kindness will prevail!
At least that's what the captives thought.
But they don't know that there is a huge hand behind the scenes that has been quietly fiddling with the thread of fate, and it won't be long before all their hopes will be shattered and they will fall into the abyss of despair.
At this moment, in the camp of the devil army at the forefront of the battle between good and evil, Asmodeus was admiring with great interest the ultimate weapon that had just been sent from the ninth level.
Although he had known for a long time that Zuo Si possessed many terrifying technologies from other time and space and universes, he had never expected that he could actually create mass-produced weapons that were comparable to the incarnation of gods and divine-like powers.
Especially the Doomsday Golem, which even made the great devils and level lords present show fear and even terror in their eyes.
Because there might not be much harm if there are only one or two of these things, but once the number exceeds three, there is a certain probability that they can be successfully surrounded and killed.
What makes them even more uneasy is how many of these super weapons there are in the ninth level ruled by Zuo Si?
Will the Ninth Plane, which possesses such terrifying power, continue to submit to Asmodeus on the surface? Will the original order and authority of Baator be drastically shaken?
You must know that hell is not an abyss, but a place with a very mature political system and unspoken rules for power struggles.
The most important thing is whether this potential political storm will force everyone to take sides. In short, there are too many possibilities and uncertainties.
In addition, the devils are born conspirators. Even just some signs will trigger their endless associations, not to mention this blatant "evidence" right in front of them.
Therefore, the morale of the entire Demon Army’s top brass is currently in turmoil.
People like Philna and Gracia, who have a close relationship with Zuo Si, have begun to think about how to tie themselves firmly to this chariot.
And fence-sitters like Viscount Maman began to consider whether to show their loyalty by privately "persuading" the emperor to ascend the throne.
Only the dragon goddess Tiamat, who roamed among the lords of various levels, had a faint smile on her face, observing the reactions of each great devil like an outsider.
Although she is still a member of the Baator Hell camp, she has been relieved of her position as a level lord, so she does not need to get involved in this complex and strange political struggle.
What's more, her cooperation with Zuo Si started a long time ago.
The dragon eggs and his own divine blood that he had invested in the past are now producing huge returns in a steady stream.
Especially those evil new dragon species with different shapes and abilities but incredibly fast growth rates, which directly allowed her dragon group to overwhelm the dragon group of her arch-rival, the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut, in terms of quantity, scale, and quality.
Not only that!
Tiamat also heard that Bahamut's kingdom had been attacked by unknown thieves not long ago. Not only were all the most precious and valuable treasures looted, but even the kind metal dragon guards who were endowed with divinity were packed up and taken away.
When she heard the news for the first time, she was stunned for several minutes.
But then there were days of laughter!
That’s right!
Just hilarious!
The kind that can't be stopped.
How could a mighty Dragon God not even be able to protect his own treasure?
This is simply ridiculous! Although in the eyes of those kind gods, Bahamut is definitely a victim and should be sympathized with and get justice.
But in the Dragon God's circle, this is 100% a social death and a shameful thing.
Now, if they encounter each other on the battlefield, Tiamat doesn't even need to insult her in a too harsh way. She just needs to emphasize "your treasure has been stolen", and Bahamut will instantly break through his defense and rush up to fight desperately.
There is no way. In the circle of Dragon God, if treasures are stolen or robbed, it is a major issue concerning reputation and face.
Although it was rumored that this incident was done by Musk, the god of thieves, and her, the evil dragon goddess.
But Tiamat knew best that this matter had nothing to do with her at all.
She now also wants to know who did this and then reward the other party handsomely.
As for the political struggles within Baator, Tiamat doesn't care at all now.
Because she was one of the very few people who knew about the tacit understanding between Zuo Si and Asmodeus.
It is understood that no matter what conflicts these two extremely rational political creatures have in private, they will never tear each other apart, let alone create conflicts and make outsiders laugh at them.
To be precise, Asmodeus was able to gather strength in such a short period of time to launch this battle between good and evil thanks to Zuo Si's continuous plundering of massive amounts of souls from other time and space and universes.
Today, Zuo Si is in control of the energy, human resources and purse of the entire Baator Hell.
It's like there is a company with a department that suddenly expands rapidly in a short period of time, to the point where it completely overwhelms the head office, and the profits it submits every year are enough to make everyone rich and well-fed.
What wise leader would fall out with such an ally who could bring such great benefits? So Tiamat knew very well that there was no problem between Zosi and Asmodeus.
The real problem is these big devils who are unwilling to take advantage of the opportunity to gain more political resources and status.
"Honorable Lord of Hell, are you satisfied with these new weapons?"
Gramir, the messenger of the ninth plane, placed one hand on his chest, bent down and bowed deeply to the terrifying evil master.
Asmodeus smiled and nodded. "Of course, I am very pleased. Give my regards to your master and thank him for his continued support for this great expedition."
“It’s our pleasure.”
Gramiel casually handed the device used to control those ultimate weapons to Martinot.
The latter took it carefully, put it into a prepared box, and then held it tightly to his chest.
The manager was obviously aware of the delicate atmosphere at the scene, so he acted very nervous.
But Asmodeus seemed to have seen nothing. He stroked his chin and asked with interest: "What has Soth been busy with recently? If I remember correctly, he hasn't shown up for a long time, right?"
"The Master is waging a war of unprecedented scale in other time and space."
Gramir did not hide anything and gave the answer openly.
Because she knew that this matter was no secret to the Lord of Hell.
"Oh? Has it started yet?"
The red light flashing in Asmodeus' eyes suddenly increased, and then without warning, he opened his arms and laughed.
"Hahahaha! I see! Soth, my young friend, I never thought you would trick me this time."
Obviously, he had understood the Ninth Level's ambiguous attitude since the war broke out, as well as its real intention of selling weapons and equipment to both sides.
It turns out that everything was in preparation for this war.
Before this war began, even the Lord of Hell would have no hope of achieving his goals.
But now, this bondage can finally be untied.
"Father, what do you mean? I don't quite understand."
Gracia narrowed her eyes and asked tentatively in an uncertain tone.
Asmodeus glanced meaningfully at his still immature and willful daughter, and replied meaningfully: "You don't need to know too much, just follow my instructions. In addition, I advise you to put away those little thoughts. There has never been any problem between me and Soth. Do you understand?"
As these words came out, all the big devils present showed expressions of shock or disbelief.
Because their rank was so low, they couldn't understand what was happening between the two most powerful bosses in Baator.
But Asmodeus did not intend to explain. He simply raised his glass and drank it all. Then he looked into Glamir's eyes and asked, "So when can I launch a full-scale attack to defeat the coalition forces of the good camp, kill Zafkiel with my own hands, and occupy the entire Seventh Heaven Mountain?"
"In three hours."
Gramil gave a very precise time without hesitation.
Her words instantly caused the faces of several level lords to change drastically.
At this moment, no matter how stupid they were, they realized that the Devil Legion's advancement had been getting slower and slower, and the resistance they were encountering had been getting stronger and stronger. It turned out that the Ninth Level was behind this.
Maybe they have reached a secret deal with the good camps.
But what was even more puzzling to them was that after Asmodeus learned the truth, he did not get angry, but chose to accept the result with pleasure.
The complex conflicts of interest behind this, as well as the complicated and confusing network of relationships, really make people feel a little unpredictable.
"very good!
Did you all hear that? Go back and get ready right now!
Three hours later, we launched an all-out offensive and completely defeated the last resistance of Seventh Heaven Mountain, achieving an unprecedented victory over great evil.
remember!
If anyone dares to work without putting in effort, or tries to do things perfunctorily, I will not hesitate to remove all his power and authority, and demote him to the lowest level of inferior demon. "
Asmodeus solemnly gave combat orders to everyone.
"clear!"
"Please rest assured that we will do our best to win this war!"
"Long live Baator Hell! Long live evil!"
"We will conquer the entire Heaven Mountain! And trample those weak and kindhearted people under our feet!"
But Asmodeus showed no expression on his face. Instead, he once again looked at Glamir, walked up to him and whispered in his ear, "Go, complete your final mission. I believe you have many people you need to see in a hurry."
"As you wish, great Lord of Hell."
Gramir began to retreat slowly in an elegant and respectful manner. After the distance between them was more than ten meters, he suddenly activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
Feeling the slight spatial fluctuations in the air, Martinot asked, "Master, could the ninth level be..."
Before he could finish his words, Asmodeus raised his hand and interrupted, “Well, it’s what you think.
I was using Soth, and Soth was using me.
To be precise, we are using each other.
I have to say, he is the fastest growing outlier I have ever seen.
In just a few years, he has climbed from an ordinary person to his current position.
My dear Martinot, keep your eyes open and watch.
See how our prince used this war to achieve his goals and how he achieved the final transcendence.
If he succeeds, he will be above everything else.”
"Including you?"
The steward of the Lord of Hell opened his eyes wide, as if he couldn't believe what he just heard.
Although he was very clear that with the expansion of the ninth level at an unimaginable speed over the years, Zuo Si already had the confidence and attitude to be on equal footing with the Lord of Hell.
But in his imagination, Baator would at most enter an era of dual political power.
As for whether there was any great devil or lord who surpassed the Lord of Hell, that was something he dared not even think about.
“Well, yes, that includes me.
Because from the moment I merged with the will of the Baator Hell Plane, the upper limit was already determined.
But Soth is different.
He was never bound by anything and always kept his eyes on the throne at the top that no one could reach.
Now, he is going to take the crown and crown himself.
All I can do is to use this trend to achieve a victory of evil over good."
After saying that, Asmodeus raised his hand and made a fist, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised to reveal an extremely evil smile.
Although he knew that this victory would not last long, just one victory was enough to establish his unshakable position in the evil camp.
From now on, when the entire universe mentions evil, the first thing that comes to mind will not be those evil gods with limited influence, nor the chaotic demon lords in the abyss, but him, the King of Hell who once occupied Mount Heaven.
This alone is enough to give it a huge bonus to the power of the evil camp.
…
At the same time, the situation in the coalition forces of the good camp on the other side underwent a completely opposite change.
To be precise, it was a continuous stream of bad news.
"Damn it! What's going on? Why did the Ai Ci Tian tribe suddenly withdraw their troops? What on earth do they want to do?"
Zafkiel, the representative of the will of the Seventh Heaven Mountain Plane, roared in anger, and the huge sound continued to echo in the white and sacred palace.
Although the relationship between the Airstriker and the Archons has never been good, as one is in the Chaos camp and the other is in the Lawful camp.
But after all, both sides are part of the good camp, and they can still reach a consensus when it comes to the interests of the entire good camp.
The best example is the two sides forming a coalition some time ago to jointly resist the invasion of the evil army.
In those brutal tug-of-war battles, the enemy's losses were no less than those of the Sub-seons fighting on their home turf.
But now the enemy retreated without any warning, leaving the entire left wing defense line completely empty.
I can't figure it out! I don't understand! I don't comprehend it!
Although the Ai Ci Tian Clan often act on impulse due to their chaotic nature, there is now a clear suspicion of betrayal.
Zafkiel even began to suspect that the Lord of Hell had deceived the leaders of the Aethians with his eloquence and trickery.
"I'm sorry, I don't know exactly what happened. Not only them, but also the coalition forces of the elven gods chose to retreat temporarily. The reason they gave was that their kingdom was attacked by the ninth level of Baator Hell."
The Sixth Level of Mount Paradise - Xiatiel, the ruler of Yova, gave a helpless explanation.
I have to say that this excuse is really perfect and there is nothing wrong with it.
Ever since the battle between good and evil broke out, everyone understood that the ninth level of Baator Hell, which had remained inactive, was the key force that had the ability to determine the future direction.
When Zuo Si began to take action, no kind-hearted god or even pantheon dared to take it lightly.
So it was only natural that they would withdraw their troops.
But the question is why the Ninth Level did not take action when it had countless better opportunities to intervene, and even privately sold advanced weapons and equipment to itself through various channels to maintain the balance, but ended up at this time.
"Any news from Asmodeus?"
Zafkiel kept a cold face and suppressed his anger as he continued to ask.
"certainly.
How could the cunning Lord of Hell miss such an opportunity?
We have observed that the demon army is beginning to become restless, and we estimate that they will launch a full-scale attack in a few hours at most.
It is basically impossible to hold out with our current military strength.
The most important thing is, once we are defeated or even wiped out here, the entire Seventh Heaven Mountain will fall.
I think you know what this means.”
A flame-like light burst out from Razaire's ruby-like eyes.
The ruler of the fifth plane has a ball of burning sacred flame above his head, and his whole body is a mixture of golden red and snow-white, giving him a passionate and stern look.
Unlike rulers of other levels, he is one of the few rulers with a hot temper among the Seven Fierce Councils of Heaven. He is filled with intense anger and hatred towards evil, slavery and tyranny, and is a typical representative of those who would rather break than bend.
Looking at this comrade who had accompanied him for who knows how many centuries, Zafkiel nodded slightly: "You don't need to remind me, I know how serious the consequences of defeat are.
But the problem is that we have no way out, and there is no other option except to fight to the death.
Tell me, are there any of you who are afraid of sacrifice and death? Are you afraid that your will and soul will be tainted by those filth and evil?
Would you choose to run away like a coward rather than bleed to death on the battlefield?"
"No! Of course we are not afraid! We are not terrified! Even if we die, we will die in the most glorious way and leave a spark of hope in the hearts of those kind people."
Another level guardian stepped forward and expressed his determination to fight to the death in an impassioned tone.
Give up the fight?
retreat?
escape?
What a joke! Even mortal paladins would not bother to do the above, not to mention the Archons who represent the ultimate lawful good.
"Very good! Even if the situation is overwhelmingly unfavorable to us and the evil forces are unprecedentedly strong, we must never give up the fight. I firmly believe that hope always exists. As long as we fight with a spirit of fearlessness and sacrifice, we will surely create a great miracle."
Zafkiel raised his arm, which was emblazoned with the stigmata of energy, and delivered an impassioned pre-war mobilization speech.
All the Sub-Eons and the remaining troops of the Good camp were greatly inspired when they saw this scene.
As representatives of the will of the Heaven Mountain plane, these two holy scars will release powerful rays in battle to cause huge damage to the enemy, or heal allies and expel all negative conditions.
In the face of this kind of power, most evil creatures and undead creatures would be instantly purified simply by being touched.
Many Archon Protoss and people of the good camp believe that as long as Zaffkiel, who holds the stigmata, appears on the battlefield, he will surely lead them to victory, even if the opponent is Asmodeus, the lord of hell.
Just like that, with both sides making intensive preparations, this great battle between good and evil finally broke out under extremely asymmetrical circumstances.
On one side is the unprecedentedly powerful demon army that has gathered its strength, as well as its allies, the Yug'groths and the Abyss Demons.
On the other side was the coalition forces of the good camp, which had lost the support of the Aesir tribe and the elven gods, and its entire flank was completely empty.
As the saying goes, attack while you are weak! As a master of strategy and tactics, how could Asmodeus not see the huge flaws in the enemy's formation? He sneered and mobilized his elite troops to the flank and began to pursue them relentlessly.
He didn't give his opponent any chance to breathe and started charging up [Hellscream] right from the start.
Along with the release of energy that penetrated the heaven and earth, a terrifying rift that could not be described in words appeared on the side of the good camp, and directly pierced through the barrier used to defend against ranged attacks and magical attacks.
"Ahahahaha! Charge with all your forces! Completely tear open this gap! Today is the great moment for us to conquer the Seventh Heaven Mountain!"
One of the Eight Demon Generals led his army and rushed in headfirst, slaughtering those Sub-Earth Gods who were so frightened that they were completely unable to recover.
The most vicious killers following him were not the devils, but the fallen angels who could not endure the torture, coercion and inducement and chose to betray.
These beautiful creatures with black wings behind them were like the most violent and bloodthirsty warriors, madly slaughtering their former comrades and fellow tribesmen, looking as if they had an irreconcilable feud.
Especially after seeing the other party's spotless white wings, they often completely lose their minds and become madmen who only know how to kill.
That inexplicable hatred and fanaticism simply made many demons feel baffled.
Fortunately, the devil commanders made good use of the emotions of the fallen angels and continuously sent them into the meat grinder battlefields where the competition was the most intense and the casualties were the highest.
If you look up at the sky from the ground, you can clearly see the black and white wings intertwined and fighting each other, and every once in a while they fall like raindrops.
The bright and eye-catching blood continued to spray, forming a picture that was both beautiful and spectacular, yet bloody and cruel.
"ASMODELUS!!!!!!"
Zafkiel floated in the sky, staring at the Lord of Hell, his mortal enemy, with extremely angry eyes.
"Why, do you finally have the courage to stand up and face me? You should know that when you provoked the bloody battle between the demons and devils, it was not as fair as it seems now."
Asmodeus, wearing a red robe, slowly walked out from the protection of the guards with a sarcastic smile on his face.
After countless centuries, the Lord of Angels and the King of Demons finally met on this fateful battlefield.
"So you started this war just for revenge?"
Zafkiel asked through gritted teeth.
"Revenge?" Asmodeus shook his head in contempt. "No, this is not revenge, but debt collection. From the moment you plotted against me, you should have known that no one in this universe can owe me a debt, and I have already calculated the interest for you, a very, very high interest, an interest that you will never be able to pay back..."