Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1125 Brawl on Paradise Mountain (8K+)

Boom~~~
Just as Vulcan was about to behead the dwarf god of war, a sudden change occurred.

The space where Dumasongyin was located began to crack without warning, as if an unseen hand had forcibly dug a piece away from the very foundation of reality.

The silver rules of heaven and earth lost their continuity at that moment, and cracks spread rapidly along the nodes of the dimensional structure. Someone directly bypassed the defenses and touched the authority layer of Heaven Mountain.

The ground beneath Vulcan's feet suddenly shook.

The instability of the space caused him to lose his balance, and his vision briefly went blurry. He subconsciously tried to regain his balance, but found that his strength was rapidly declining. The price of that sword strike was finally beginning to backfire.

Just then, a familiar and reassuring presence unexpectedly approached his side.

The newcomer was none other than Xia Xiu in his mimicry form. In the next instant, a hand gripped Vulcan's wrist.

"gone."

The voice was calm, but it gave Vulcan no room for rebuttal.

Before Vulcan could even turn his head, he was enveloped by a forced spatial warp.

The surrounding silver world seemed to be violently pulled backward, and the cracks behind them quickly closed. The last thing he saw was Duma Songyin kneeling in the shattered domain, looking up and roaring in anger but powerless.

In the distance, at the edge of the Silver Sea of ​​the First Layer, Lunia.

The signal to summon the holy machine was instantly awakened.

Without any concealment or disguise, the hundred-meter-tall machine tore through the dimensional boundary, leaping from the lower level of Silver Paradise. The massive steel figure crushed the clouds and holy light, forcibly entering the sky of Solania, making no attempt to announce its arrival to the entire Paradise Mountain.

Before the space had fully stabilized, Xia Xiu had already landed on the chest of the machine with Vulcan.

The cockpit opened, and just like when he treated Manun in the Mechanical Realm, the old man didn't hesitate and threw the still-unresponsive Vulcan into the cockpit.

"Lie still and don't move."

"Now the other side has brought in the older members after attacking the younger ones, and they've even called in two more helpers."

The hatch closed.

The next instant, the engine that summoned the holy machine began to hum, the spatial coordinates were relocked, and the parameters for the level jump were loaded rapidly.

Before the reaction at Paradise Mountain was fully formed, this machine was already preparing to forcibly leave the battlefield with Vulcan.

The warp command was not yet fully locked, and the engine of the summoned weapon had only just begun to hum to the critical frequency.

The next instant, killing intent pierced through the air.

call out------

A warhammer was hurled from the other end of the silver sky.

Initially, it was nothing more than a rapidly approaching shadow, but during its flight, the warhammer expanded wildly in a way that defied common sense. The handle lengthened, the hammerhead expanded, and runes lit up layer by layer on its surface, as if the very concept of mountains had been recalled.

The air before it was compressed into solidity, space groaned under its strain, the holy light along its path was forcibly pushed aside, and a portion of the weight of the entire Heavenly Mountain was poured into this strike.

Xia Xiu reacted without hesitation; he sensed the aura of a god lord emanating from the warhammer.

The master of a pantheon is analogous to the master of a lineage, and the aura of the warhammer before him is at least that of a mid-to-high level lineage.

He didn't even need to guess; he knew it was the weapon of the dwarven god.

At this moment, the back and shoulder structures of the summoned holy machine instantly unfolded, and seven defensive commands took effect simultaneously—[Ommesia: Sevenfold Barrier].

Seven layers of three-dimensional barriers, composed of countless azure rhomboid crystals, emerged one after another in front of the machine. Each layer seemed to be made up of highly compressed fragments of laws, with calm and precise streams of orderly light flowing between its facets. They were not static defenses, but "living barriers" that continuously reorganized, calculated, and corrected themselves.

boom--!
The massive warhammer slammed head-on into the first barrier.

The shockwave was like a landslide, but the hammer's momentum was completely neutralized before it could penetrate the third layer. The moment the seventh barrier lit up, all the remaining kinetic energy was deflected back, and with a deep but crisp resounding boom, the warhammer, which had expanded to tens of meters in size, was forcefully bounced away.

During its flight, the warhammer rapidly shrank, the runes went out, its weight returned to its original size, and it finally landed steadily back in a giant palm.

Xia Xiu controlled the summoned holy machine and raised his view.

The machine's gaze is also his gaze.

The retreat route ahead has been completely blocked.

The name of that warhammer has long been recorded in countless myths and epics throughout the myriad worlds; it was forged by the chief god of the dwarves—[The Rockbreaker].

The entity that created it is currently suspended in the void.

A majestic dwarf figure, about six meters tall, appears to have been carved out of the mountain itself.

His broad shoulders and prominent muscles resembled polished bronze strata, and his skin gleamed with a calm and heavy metallic sheen.

His beard, woven from pure gold and various gemstones, hung down his chest like solidified mineral veins. Yet, within that magnificent beard, a grotesque scar was clearly visible—a crack running through his cheek.

His eyes burned like a furnace.

The person who came was naturally it;

Moradin, the supreme god of the dwarves, leader of the dwarven pantheon, the Soul Forger, the father of the dwarves, the All Father, the Creator, the embodiment of forging and mountains, and the lord of the dwarven pantheon!
However, that's not all.

On either side of Moradin, space was once again torn apart by the power.

On the left, a tall and imposing male deity stands quietly, clad in silver-gray plate armor, and nearly three meters tall.

He had lost his right arm, and the stump was not flesh and blood, but a soft yet undeniable golden radiance, like an eternally solidified sacrifice. His eyes were covered by white gauze embroidered with holy symbols, yet there was no sign of weakness; instead, it gave one the illusion of being thoroughly scrutinized.

The air around him became solemn and dignified, and faint metallic clanging echoed in the void, like countless swords of justice being drawn simultaneously.

This person is none other than Tyr, the Hand of Justice, the Crippled God, the God of Righteousness, the Blind Arbiter, the Blind Justice, the One-Armed Order, and the Lord of the Pantheon of Justice.

On the right, the sky was obscured.

A 55-meter-long platinum dragon coiled high in the sky, its scales like polished platinum, gleaming with a faint blue holy light.

He simply breathed, and a surge of pure north wind arose, purifying all impurities in the surroundings.

His wingspan exceeds ninety meters, and when spread out, it almost covers the entire sky. His deep silver dragon eyes look down like the starry sky, as if they can directly see into the deepest weight of the soul.

This dragon is none other than: the Platinum Dragon, King of Good Dragons, Lord of the North Wind, Creator of Justice, Incarnation of Good Dragons, Symbol of the Holy Light Dragon Clan, and Fragment of the Boundless Dragon Bahamut—Little Bahamut.

Three powerful gods, three pantheons, and three rulers of Paradise Mountain hovered in a triangular formation in front of the summoned holy machine.

The retreat route was completely blocked.

"Wow, so enthusiastic!"

Xia Xiu smiled and said to the three pantheon lords:

"You didn't really need to come and see me off. I'm just here for a visit to enjoy the scenery of Paradise Mountain. There's no need to make such a fuss."

Moradin's gaze was fixed on the Summoned Mechanism ahead, his anger like a collapsing mountain.

The dignity of a father, the pride of a forger, and the control of the supreme god over bloodline and order were repeatedly torn apart and trampled upon at this moment.

But Moradin remembered it clearly.

Crangerdine, his proudest warrior, the embodiment of iron and war, died at the hands of the son of Abraham. Before his body was even cold, his divine status collapsed, and he was not even qualified to be recovered as a mythical echo.

Now, Dumasongyin, his other son, the dwarven war god, had his right arm severed and his divinity and concept cut off in front of all of Solania by a being who also bore the name of Abraham, almost dying in his own divine kingdom.

If he hadn't noticed something amiss and intervened forcefully, he would have lost his second son.

The beard of the god of forging trembled slightly, and the gems and gold threads jingled in the divine wrath.

He raised the Rockbreaker, the hammer still bearing the aftershocks of its impact against the seven barriers. A deep, hoarse voice, powerful enough to shake the entire Silver Paradise, slowly rose:
Hugh Abraham.

Each syllable seemed to be struck from the deepest part of a furnace.

"You mad dog of Heaven, you tyrant who treats planes like an anvil, you the most vile warmonger in all the realms, how dare you appear so brazenly on Heavenly Mountain!!!"

The blind god of justice did not roar, but his voice was even colder and harder, like an iron law that had been repeatedly tempered:

Hugh Abraham.

Although he had no eyes, he seemed to be looking directly into Xia Xiu's soul.

"You have violated the oath of supreme good of Heaven Mountain, trampled on the non-aggression pact of the outer plane, and destroyed the most basic divine boundaries among the gods."

"You use order as a banner to carry out tyranny; you wage wars but refuse to be judged; you seize power but never accept judgment."

Tyr's severed arm glowed faintly, and a golden light symbolizing sacrifice spread through the void.

"Golden Tyrant, Heavenly Mountain will not turn a blind eye to what has happened today."

The divinity of the two pantheons descended like a double dome of the sky, yet under this immense pressure, the sacred machinery was summoned, and there was no retreat.

The internal structural lights remained stable, and the energy curve was so flat it was almost mocking.

Xia Xiu's voice, transmitted through the body's resonant layer, was neither too loud nor too soft, and wasn't even deliberately amplified; it sounded like a casual, unimportant response.

"I was just passing by, why are you making such a big deal out of it? The myriad worlds are not your private property."

"you……?!"

Anger and justice, at this moment, were both choked by this nonchalant response.

You son of a bitch!

Some kind-hearted person passing by ran straight into someone's house and ended up crippling their son!

Little Bahamut finally spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to come from the skeleton of the entire silver sky, carrying the low-frequency resonance unique to dragons.

"It's pointless to say more to these two scoundrels."

His silver vertical pupils slowly contracted, his gaze passing over the summoned holy weapon, as if measuring a territory about to be purified. "Let's just make our move."

The moment those words were spoken, Moradin did not hesitate any longer.

"I've been putting up with this scum for far too long!!!"

The dwarven god took a step forward, and the land of Solania beneath his feet groaned deeply. The entire mountain range of Silver Paradise made way for the Father of Forging. His divinity suddenly unfolded, and a crown made of countless overlapping images of runes, anvils, and furnaces took shape in the void. The radiance of blazing white and crimson gold swirled endlessly like a stellar storm.

【Crown Realm - A Sacred World of Ten Thousand Furnaces】

The moment the domain unfolded, the sky of the fourth level seemed to be forcibly pulled into a boundless divine forging workshop. The air was filled with the metallic stench unique to molten iron as it cooled. At the horizon, one after another, suspended divine furnaces and anvils appeared, and hundreds and thousands of divine artifact phantoms lit up in the domain one after another.

These are not nameless objects; each one carries the weight of dwarven epics and myths: the holy axe that severed demon legions, the great shield that sealed the abyssal rift, the divine hammer that sank Titans, and the royal artifact that crowned kingship…

Each piece resonates softly, responding to its true creator.

Almost at the same time, Tyr raised his horn.

It was an ancient and solemn sacred artifact, the surface of which was engraved with runes of judgment, sacrifice and oath. When he brought it to his lips and slowly blew it, the sound did not spread, but rather swept across the entire fourth level like an invisible ripple of order.

Wherever the horn sounded, the silver sky was illuminated layer by layer.

The next moment, an overwhelming number of the sub-space gods descended from the light.

[The War Horn of Paradise Mountain - Mobilization of the Sub-Sky Gods]

The first to appear were the lowest-ranking Holy Light Envoys—countless spheres made of pure light, floating in the air like grains of sand in the Ganges. They were connected to each other by beams of light, quickly building a stable network of structures for the Holy Domain, maintaining the integrity of the laws and the plane anchor points.

Next came the mastiff-headed divine messenger.

They arrived on staircases of light, with human bodies and mastiff heads, clad in heavy armor engraved with precepts, wielding spears of order and chains of judgment, standing in neat formation, forming the vanguard and bulwark of the sacred domain, their gazes cold and focused, awaiting only the command of judgment.

Further up, the trumpeters emerged, their six wings unfurled, their feathers arranged like silver blades. They hovered high above the battlefield, constantly communicating, distributing commands, and adjusting formations in divine language, making the entire Aerial God Clan army resemble a precisely operating war machine.

When the Seraphim descended, the atmosphere on the entire battlefield was pushed to its peak.

With golden skin and pure white holy wings, each one of them was surrounded by an almost tangible divine pressure, making them top-tier combat individuals capable of suppressing an entire plane. They were like moving monuments of holy judgment, slowly taking their place and sealing off all escape routes and spaces for summoning holy weapons.

Finally, Bahamut moved.

His dragon god crown appeared in the void, a divine halo woven from dragon scales, stars, and the light of oaths. As the crown lit up, his true form began to unfold.

The platinum scales shimmered with a soft yet dangerous blue-white luster in the silvery glow of the heavens. The dragon's body, tens of meters long, stretched across the sky, and when its wings were spread, the shadow it cast almost covered half of the Solania Mountains.

[Crown Realm - Platinum Oath of Heaven] —

The moment the domain unfolded, all evil, lies, and impure power were forcibly marked. Countless oaths echoed in the air, and the sacred words of the dragons transformed into invisible chains, binding souls and suppressing evil thoughts. Any being deemed to have violated the ultimate good would undergo continuous purification and judgment within this domain.

The Holy Age of Ten Thousand Furnaces, the Father of Forging.

The army of the Avian Gods, the God of Justice.

The Heaven of the Platinum Judgment of the Lord of Good Dragons.

At this moment, the entire fourth level of Solania was completely transformed into an execution ground for the Golden Tyrant.

The [Ten Thousand Furnaces of the Holy World] weapon array, so dense it almost obscured the entire silver heavens, crashed down the moment it was deployed, carrying with it the most primal and heavy forging will of the dwarven pantheon. Countless pieces of forged history were hurled at the target at the same moment, and every artifact and every fragment of divine forging roared to send the invaders back to the anvil and furnace.

Just as the overwhelming destruction was about to fall, the outline of the summoned holy weapon suddenly became disjointed.

【Frame Rate World】—Expand. Reality was forcibly dragged into the post-production editing process by an invisible hand. Wanlu Shengshi's attack clearly hit, but in the next frame, the target disappeared from its original coordinates.

Xia Xiu once again used Time Deletion to cheat, causing countless artifacts to miss their target, divine fire to explode, and the power of the furnace to clash with each other. The sky of Solania was transformed into a constantly flashing and overloaded image, while the summoned holy machines were like spectators standing outside the playback axis, calmly and precisely skipping over all the shots that were unfavorable to them.

Almost simultaneously, Bahamut's Dragon God Word of Power also descended.

That was the supremely benevolent dragon language, powerful enough to make the stars bow down and the concept of evil crumble. Before the syllables were fully formed, the world itself had already begun to tilt toward purification—however, in the process of spreading, it was forcibly suppressed by another, even more unreasonable realm.

[Out of Control World] - Coverage.

The vocal structure of the Word of Power suffered the worst mismatch during its propagation. The melody was distorted and the meaning was amplified to an unbearable degree. The benevolent dragon language, originally used to judge evil, was forced to collapse under the modulation of out-of-control parameters, turning into a divine echo without any direction.

While the three powerful gods were still reassessing the battlefield variables, Xia Xiu's attention had already shifted from defense and evasion to another direction—the army of the Sub-Void Gods.

“Perfect,” his thoughts flowed through the central mechanism that summoned the holy machine, “I can test Cherubim’s abilities.”

The Summoning Machine is the most suitable machine for large-scale battles because the [Cherubim] has been loaded with the core program of the Three Holy Books of Heaven, enabling it to summon and command the war constructs of Heaven—the Cherubim.

In addition to this, the Heavenly Kingdom's space-based weapon system is also connected to the [Cherubir]. When necessary, Xia Xiu can use the Heavenly Kingdom's space-based weapon system to transform it into the most terrifying firepower projection platform.

Of the three Colossi, he was most adept at using the Gospel Machine, with a synchronization rate of 100%. He was essentially the true embodiment of Om Messiah, capable of performing various extreme maneuvers and seamlessly connecting with the various [Miracle Wedges] on his body.

The Holy Judgment Mech is the best vessel for unleashing the 72 Mechanical Laws, capable of performing all sorts of tricks, and possesses a terrifying self-repairing ability, making it a multi-functional, ultimate single-soldier mech.

The Summoning Machine was given another mission. The Kingdom entrusted it with the core program of the Three Holy Books and the access rights to the space-based weapon artillery, with the aim of creating a power projection platform and firepower suppression machine that could influence the level of dimensional warfare.

The core program of the Three Holy Books of the Kingdom of Heaven was fully loaded.

[Kingdom Wars Framework: The Power of an Army]

[War Architect Module - Loaded]

[An army of ten thousand men - already included]

The summoned holy machine slowly opened its arms, a posture that was not one of battle preparation, but rather a frozen moment in an ancient mural depicting God's love for humanity. Behind the machine, three pure halos, as white as mutton fat jade, emerged one after another, layer upon layer, with a soft yet dazzling seven-colored halo emanating from the outer edge of the halos, as if temporarily incorporating the entire battlefield into another narrative.

With the invocation of holy machines as the anchor point, the [Rainbow Bridge] began to be constructed.

It was not a physical bridge, but a divine projection channel that spanned planes and connected the ether and reality. Seven-colored radiance poured down like a waterfall, and the kingdom's war authority was officially taken over.

[Orbital Angels: Cherubim Type I]

[Orbital Angels: Cherubim II -]

……

[Orbital Angels: Cherubim IV]

Projection begins.

In the light, the first cherubim descended, their outlines defined by pure divine structures, their bodies enormous and majestic, already obscuring a large portion of the sky even before they were fully unfolded; subsequently, more models took shape in succession, forming a complete sequence of heavenly wars.

When the two most dazzling golden beams of light descended on either side of the summoned holy machine, even Moradin and Tyr's gazes involuntarily froze for a moment.

That is the [Cherubim IV] – Eden's official orbital angel.

"On the cover of sin (the mercy seat) of the tabernacle of the tent in the unknowable land of Eden, Yahweh commanded that two golden cherubim be made to spread their wings and cover the throne—"

They are like pure gold after being smelted, but without the coldness of metal, instead they exude a warm and radiant glow that is almost like life.

The enormous figure hovered silently to the left and right of the summoned holy machine, its four wings drooping but not obscuring the view, as if deliberately making way for the central being.

They remain silent, yet they possess an aura of solemnity that guards the highest authority, like silent witnesses standing beside the throne of glory in mythology.

Following that are the other cherubim models, in such a massive number that it's nauseating.

They emerged in waves from the depths of the Rainbow Bridge, each possessing an ancient and terrifying form of warfare.

Four faces exist simultaneously:

The human face symbolizes reason and judgment; the lion's face symbolizes royalty and courage; the buffalo's face symbolizes sacrifice and burden; the eagle's face symbolizes insight and transcendence.

Four faces are placed side by side on the same head at an impossible angle, yet they do not appear strange at all. Instead, they possess a divine harmony that transcends ordinary aesthetics.

They have four wings, which, when spread out, resemble the moving boundary of a sacred realm, and when folded, lie close to their sides, their movements neat and orderly; at the ends of their upright legs are calves' hooves, which, though stepping in the void, seem to be standing on an unshakable foundation.

What's most chilling is their bodies.

It was neither flesh and blood, nor simply light, but rather covered with countless, constantly rotating... eyes.

Those eyes are not focused on a single target, but rather simultaneously observe multiple levels of reality, information, and causality, symbolizing omniscience, surveillance, and an inescapable record.

As the last batch of cherubim completed their formation, the Rainbow Bridge gradually stabilized, and the entire sky of the fourth layer of Solania was no longer exclusively occupied by the Aerial Gods.

The war construct of Heaven has officially entered the arena.

The war between the cherubim of the Kingdom of Heaven and the Avian gods of the Heavenly Mountain has officially begun!

Before the brilliance of the Rainbow Bridge had completely faded, the sky of the fourth layer of Solania had already been completely rewritten by another order.

The first to take action were the Void Gods.

Tyr stared grimly at the densely packed cherubim. Don't ask him why he didn't interrupt the cherubim's arrival earlier.

He wanted to, but once the massive army began loading, the Rainbow Bridge would start distorting the surrounding scenery. He, Moradin, and Bahamut had all tried to interrupt it, but the Rainbow Bridge had distorted them all.

This is the invisible hand of the [Miracle Rainbow Bridge].

It rendered Xia Xiu unselectable, and the three gods could not interrupt him.

"I've heard about the army of orbiting angels in heaven for a long time, and now I have the opportunity to see if these orbiting angels are really as invincible as the rumors say."

Tyr blew his horn and ordered the Aonians to begin their attack.

The trumpeters took flight, their six wings unfolding like white blades tearing through the sky. They formed layers of sonic arrays in the air, the echoes of their horns transforming into tangible light patterns that marked coordinates and divided areas on the battlefield.

The mastiff-headed divine messengers advanced in formation along the silver mountain ridge, their heads growling as runes of order lit up along their armor and halberds, forming an impenetrable defensive line.

Higher still, the Celestial Envoy of Heavenly Mountain descended from the clouds, his golden skin reflecting the silver sky. Each dive was accompanied by a pure burst of holy light, as if the judgment itself had transformed into a battle stance.

But what they faced was not an enemy in the conventional sense.

The cherubim began to move.

The moment their four wings unfolded, the structure of space was recalibrated. Their bodies were covered with countless rotating eyes, which did not chase after targets, but instead locked onto the causal flow of the entire battlefield.

As they advanced, the void seemed to be compressed by some unseen weight, and the formation of the Void Gods was already subtly but fatally disrupted even before they made contact.

The first collision occurred in mid-air.

A charge of holy light, guided by the trumpeter messenger, crashed head-on into a cherubim. The holy light erupted upon contact, its power enough to incinerate the demon legion drawing a dazzling arc across the sky.

However, in the next instant, the light seemed to be understood, and was received, analyzed, and deconstructed by the eyes on the surface of the cherubim's body, and then refracted in the opposite direction.

【Cherubim - The Wall of Sighs】

This is a strike that loads the [Wall of Sighs] permissions. Basically, whoever is targeted will be blocked, whether it's an attack, a physical object, or even a concept.

The holy light fell back at a completely different angle and frequency. The array of trumpeters and messengers was torn apart in mid-air by their own power. The sound of the trumpets stopped abruptly, and the falling wings of light rained down.

Immediately afterwards, the ground battle lines collapsed simultaneously.

The Mastiff-headed Divine Messenger's defensive line should have been impenetrable, but when the first batch of cherubim stepped into their territory, the trajectory of the Order Halberd's thrust showed a barely perceptible deviation. Although it hit the mark, it always grazed the vital points.

Cherubim's counterattack was simple and direct—any target completely covered by his gaze lost all meaning in that instant, and the Mastiff-headed messenger fell as if erased from the record.

【Cherubim, Deathly Dystopia】

This is one of the most terrifying Membrane weapons from the Membrane Department of Heaven, and a lower version of the Membrane weapon "Sword of Wrath". They are mounted on the orbital angels cherubim to purge all enemies of Heaven.

The Celestial Envoy finally unleashed his full power.

A golden figure swooped down from the sky, its holy wings folded, and the entire plane seemed to make way for this attack. The blazing divinity transformed into a pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth, pointing directly at the core of the battlefield where the holy weapon was summoned.

However, just as the beam of light was about to fall, the two golden cherubim stepped forward simultaneously.

They did not brandish weapons, nor did they expand their territory.

Just by looking up, the beam of light froze in mid-air.

[Personal Angel - Wall of Sighs - Blocked B]

Yes, as Eden's personal angels, the two gilebs can directly invoke the packages of three lineages of miracles: [Wall of Sighs], [Sword of Wrath], and [Path of Destiny].

Unlike the other two Colossi, the Summoning Machine is more like a projection platform and a power bank.

His role is to project cherubim and space-based weaponry, providing energy output and suppressing the enemy's domain...

In short, the summoned holy machines only need to exist as relays; the fighting and killing can be left to the cherubim and the space-based weapon cannons.

At this moment, all four faces of the King Chrysler were watching the attack. All the blessings, vows, goodwill, and judgments covering the pillar of light were stripped away layer by layer, leaving only a stream of energy that had lost its legitimacy.

The pillar of light then disintegrated, turning into scattered fragments of light, like a rejected prayer.

The battlefield is completely out of control.

The cherubim, with their four wings covering the sky and their eyes churning, advanced in unison across the air, the ground, mountain ridges, and valleys, each step compressing the space for the space gods to operate.

Three powerful deities also joined the battle when the Aerial Gods were suppressed.

Silver light and flames mingled, law and dragon might stood side by side, as Moradin, Tyr, and Bahamut the Younger stepped onto the battlefield.

In that instant, the entire plane was forcibly calibrated, the collapsed mountain ridges were reshaped, the cracked sky was pressed back into orbit by divinity, and even the laws that had been suppressed to chaos by the cherubim showed a brief period of stabilization.

This is the weight of powerful divine power.

However, they did not get the counterattack window they had imagined.

Because what awaited them was not a single enemy, but an entire operational Heavenly War system.

The summoned holy weapon hangs high above the battlefield, like a cold, indifferent star relay station.

The Rainbow Bridge continued to flash behind it, and new orbital angels landed, deployed, and covered the battle zone in succession.

And Xia Xiu, this [selfless one], is pouring his great spirituality into this holy machine without restraint—not to take action himself, but to ensure that the war never stops.

Then, what truly troubled the three pantheon masters began to emerge.

It was not a threat of death.

Rather—it's disgusting.

That was an extremely undignified feeling.

When the first layer of the [Wall of Sighs]'s veto gaze fell upon Moradin, he only felt a momentary pause in the flow of divine power, a pause that was almost negligible to him.

But then came the second layer, the third layer, the fourth layer...

The cherubim, so numerous they could not be counted, turned their eye-filled bodies in the same direction.

Facing Fate Directly (A Weakened Version of the Way of Fate) —

That wasn't a denial or a judgment, but rather an effect akin to a debuff—any abnormal state, any divine amplification, any self-evident mythological narrative was marked as invalid.

[The Barrier of Sighs], [Mother of Death Perception], [Fateful Gaze]—these three lower versions of the lineage miracles of the Kingdom of Heaven, when stacked together, amount to tens of thousands of layers.

They could certainly destroy the cherubim.

With a single blow from Moradin's hammer, several orbital angels could be shattered; Tyr's righteous judgment was enough to silence an entire sky; and Bahamut's dragon claws could tear apart rows of celestial constructs.

The problem is that the Rainbow Bridge will light up the next second.

The new cherubim, perfectly filling the gap.

Without emotions, hesitation, or the drain of fear, they are like a set of cyclical instructions written into the underlying laws.

When the three pantheons attempt to force their way forward and approach the summoned holy machine, two golden figures will always be one step ahead, landing in their path.

Chin Cherubim, the ordinal angel of Eden.

There were no unnecessary actions, no announcements, just the activation of the genealogical miracle program package of the body's permissions.

[Wall of Sighs - Program B] Unfolds, directly blocking the legality of displacement.

[Sword of Indignation - Program C] loads and forcibly punishes any out-of-bounds actions.

【The Way of Destiny - Program L】Runs at low frequency, marking all the best action paths in the next few seconds as failed branches.

nausea!

It's really disgusting!!!
Completely disgusted, Moradin roared at Xia Xiu, who was being protected by his personal orbital angels:

"Hugh Abraham, if you've got the guts, fight us fair and square!!!"

(End of this chapter)