He became the White-Haired Evil God after wearing the Seven Curses Rings.

Moreover, Virgil has yet to appear.

That old fox could never be killed by the Expeditionary Sword in one shot.

Yet, despite the immense scale of the event, he remains hidden behind the scenes. Either he's assessing the situation and choosing to temporarily avoid the limelight, or…

She suppressed the fleeting worry and turned to Cecilia, who was still in a daze.

"Oh, right, Cecilia, those two blue-haired girls..."

Cecilia shuddered, instantly pulled back to reality from her daze.

"Sword Princess! I know this is a serious dereliction of duty on my part! I am truly sorry for failing to protect those two such, such adorable children! After that bombardment, they are probably... they are probably already..."

"Cecilia."

Atoris interrupted her, his tone somewhat calm.

"I mean, look over there."

Cecilia choked and looked in the direction she was looking.

Then she saw the cockpit covers of two alchemical machines suddenly fly off less than two hundred meters away from them.

Two petite, blue-haired figures poked their heads out of the cockpit, excitedly whispering to each other.

Then one of them stretched out a small hand and poked around on the control panel covered with runes.

The next second, the sixty-ton steel behemoth switched from automatic to manual mode and excitedly pounced on the nearest group of deformed angels.

Another one followed closely behind, its movements equally lively.

It's like treating all of this as a Musou-style mowing-down-enemies war game.

But what shocked her even more was yet to come.

One.

Two people.

Three people...

Nearly five hundred beams of teleportation light lit up repeatedly on this war-torn plateau.

Those without destiny.

"Wuhu—!!! We've finally waited for this moment! Do you know what it's like to spend two days camped out in that godforsaken, dark outpost?!"

"I'm guessing, these are the bosses? Why do they look so... uh, abstract?"

"Ignorance doesn't matter! Look at those massive steel giants ahead! It's not unreasonable for us to follow behind and pick up the remaining enemies, is it?"

"That's called combined arms warfare! Don't you understand the true value of the art of war?!"

"Hey! Don't steal my monster! That one over there is marked!"

With the addition of players, a wide variety of skill effects instantly appeared on the battlefield.

Although it was a drop in the ocean compared to the entire battlefield, it was indeed a very prominent scene in this massive war.

As for why they can teleport thousands of meters into the sky... on the plateau, it's inseparable from a player mechanic.

Instance teleportation.

For players, the entire Sky Mountain battlefield has now been transformed into an open team instance.

Angelic Calamity

[Difficulty: Disaster]

Five hundred players surged into the battlefield like a tidal wave, reaping the remaining health of the mutated angels at the edge of the alchemical mechanical legion's steel torrent.

The golden glow of experience points rose and fell, and the system notifications of rapidly increasing levels almost formed a noisy screen of light.

This was the most exhilarating and rewarding event since the closed beta began.

It went too smoothly.

Atoris stood on a raised rock at the edge of the battlefield, his azure eyes fixed on the advancing Imperial lines in the distance.

Her brow remained furrowed.

Virgil still has not shown up.

Atoris gripped the hilt of his sword, forcing himself to suppress the ominous premonition.

The most important task at present is to maintain the stability of the front lines and ensure the safety of the expeditionary fleet.

"boom--!!!"

The sky was suddenly torn apart.

Artoris suddenly looked up.

Above the battlefield, a rift is opening.

That realm, which does not exist in this world and is filled with endless radiance and oppressive power, is unfolding.

"That is..."

Cecilia's voice was dry.

"The Gates of Heaven?"

"No."

Atoris's voice lowered, revealing a serious tone she rarely displayed.

"That is the gate to the heavens."

It is not a ritualistic passage for summoning angels to descend to the mortal world.

Rather, it is a rift that briefly overlaps the mortal world with the celestial realm.

Virgil never intended to rely on the high-ranking angel summoning ritual that was interrupted by the Expeditionary Sword.

Or rather, Virgilis had long anticipated the worst that would happen today.

That ceremony was a complete charade from beginning to end.

The death of each mutated angel signifies the capture of a complete angelic entity.

The moment their physical form in the mortal world is destroyed, they do not return to the celestial realm, but remain in the mortal world, tearing open interconnected gaps and using the mortal world to materialize the celestial realm.

[WARNING: The difficulty of the dungeon "Angel's Bane" has been changed]

[Current Difficulty: Disaster → Despair]

Blinding golden beams of light fell one after another from the Gate of Heaven.

With each beam of light that landed, a holy figure over five meters tall with six wings on its back condensed and took shape from the light.

They are no longer distorted, no longer twisted, and no longer bear any ugly marks.

Those were true, complete angels who had served before the Supreme Throne since the time of the gods.

The 100th, the 110th, and the 120th.

One hundred and twenty high-ranking angels, each at level 120, formed a chilling aerial battle formation above the Imperial Expeditionary Fleet and the Alchemist Legion.

The battlefield can be reversed in an instant.

Cecilia felt a chill run down her spine.

"One hundred and twenty...high angels...?"

Atoris did not answer.

Her gaze was fixed on the ever-expanding gate to the heavens.

Because that door was not closed yet.

The next second, four beams of light suddenly descended.

The pillar of light was three times thicker than the previous angel's, its intensity ten times greater, and the oppressive power it contained was...

hundred times.

【Seraph Gabriel Lv.150】

【Raphael, the Archangel of Strength, Lv.150】

Samael, the Throne, Lv.150

【Cherarch Yuriel Lv.150】

Four oppressive forces, like four invisible mountains, pressed heavily upon the entire battlefield of Tianshang Mountain.

The players, who were just excitedly reaping the rewards, gradually fell silent.

The alchemical mechanical legion's charge slowed noticeably.

Within the expeditionary fleet, even some small ships began to slowly retreat.

This is not cowardice.

Rather, it was the opponent's oppressive aura that materialized into reality.

Then, a sharp whooshing sound rang out from the bow of the Expeditionary Sword.

Void Dragon.

More than one.

It's a fleet of ships.

Behind the flagship, which had been deeply modified by the power of the void, dozens of identical but differently patterned Northern warships were traversing the clouds in battle formation.

The deck was filled with silent figures.

One hundred and seven lords of the North looked down at the scene below.

Atoris stared at the Void Dragon that was hurtling through the air, his fingers loosening their grip on his sword by half an inch.

Besides the Northern Lord, there were several other notable figures at the front of the procession.

Taro balls.

Yu Yunsheng.

Cat.

And there was that petite blue figure leaping off the deck.

Azsharax.

"Hmph! How could such a grand occasion be complete without me—"

"Cough cough..."

The cat coughed softly.

"Um, you should probably put the dragon tail away right away..."

Upon hearing this, Azsarax quickly tucked his tail back.

Although her identities as the Northern Empress and the Ice Dragon have not yet been revealed, the 107 Northern Lords behind her speak volumes.

The Northern Empire has officially entered the war.