Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Be full, be full, be full, be full."

Repeat over and over again, the next number is five.

When the wind blows, a wall is used to block it.

The doors open on all four sides, but are all closed.

Its source is light, its power is fire, our Lord is the King of Kings, Jehovah!

Emerging from the kingdom, all things return to one, at the crossroads of the crown, ascending to the divine.

Glory, majesty, power, authority, and kingdom—to him be, from time immemorial to the present and forevermore!

hum!

Suddenly, amidst the eerie tremors, specks of light dust surged forth from the angels and the Seven Heavens, converging at the top of a tree with a halo of light growing upside down.

The ten condensed halos, like glistening fruits among the leaves, teem with boundless light, and faintly visible on them are obscure Hebrew script.

Kabbalah Tree of Life!

Samael's brow furrowed again, and his expression froze slightly.

Click!

The next moment, the inverted tree, with the ten celestial realms and ten guardian angels as its mass points, descended from the dark starry sky, carrying an endless tide of nothingness, piercing the light membrane of the World Tree inch by inch, connecting and colliding the entire Heaven with the nine divine eras.

Boom!

In an instant, the nine great divine eras and the ten celestial realms were shaken to their core, and countless lives were instantly reduced to ashes by the impact.

The entire Earth trembled violently, and the flying dust billowed high into the air, obscuring the brilliance of the sun and moon. The dark, gray-yellow sky resembled the end of dusk.

Even the two inverted trees of light seemed to be burning fiercely, their branches and leaves disintegrating, and stardust-like particles of light constantly falling from their junction.

“Lord, rise up and scatter your enemies, that those who hate you may flee from your presence; they may be driven away like smoke blown away by the wind, and the wicked may be destroyed in the face of God, like wax melted by fire!”

Immediately afterwards, the supreme angels who guarded the ten heavenly realms met with the kings of the nine divine eras.

Representing "wisdom," also known as "Supreme Father," Raziel, who ruled the original heavens, faced off against Athena, the goddess of wisdom and the foremost of the three Greek goddesses.

Representing "understanding", also known as "the Supreme Mother", the ruler of the heavens and the earth, Yavjie, confronted Zeus, the master of the Roman Pantheon;

Randekiel, who represents "benevolence" and rules the heavens of Jupiter, is confronted by Arjuna, who was blessed by the three Hindu gods, divided and given divinity.

Carmel, who represents “severity” and rules the Martian sky, faces off against the sun god of South America, the conqueror king, Feathered Serpent.

Michael, who represents "beauty" and rules the solar day, is paired with Tiamat, the mother of Mesopotamia.

Yanar, who represents "victory" and rules the Venusian Heaven, faces off against the Qin Dynasty's First Emperor, whose achievements surpass those of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

Raphael, who represents "glory" and rules the heavens of Mercury, is up against Odin, the Norse god of knowledge and art.

Gabriel, representing "foundation" and ruling the lunar sky, faces off against Nitocris, the new king of Egypt and an incarnation of Horus.

Representing the "Kingdom" and ruling the Earth, Shan Dafeng faced off against the Persian war god, the Asura King, Phridu.

Meanwhile, the angels under their command, belonging to various legions and celestial realms, fought alongside their commanders against the gods and humans of various divine eras.

Meanwhile, Metataron, who stands atop the Kabbalah Tree of Life, representing the "Crown" and known as "Lesser Jehovah," leads a vast army of the Pure Fire Gods toward the World Tree lineage.

"O God, your love extends to the heavens."

Your faithfulness, O God, reaches to the heavens.

You saved me from heaven.

Send love and honesty to me

God, may you be exalted above the heavens!

God, may Your glory be higher than the whole earth.

I want to sing hymns, I want to sing praises

I will praise You

We will give thanks to you among all nations.

You are my reliance and my rock.

You are my refuge

I want to cheer, I want to sing.

I will worship You

"Proclaim Your name among the nations!"

Angels of all shapes and sizes sang hymns and burned intensely with ecstasy, like shooting stars streaking across the sky, painting the sky above the World Tree with the crimson hues of a setting sun.

As these orbs of light, large and small, were about to fall toward Avalon Island, a dark vortex suddenly formed in mid-air. A dark and cold stone door slowly opened, swallowing all the light into the demonic realm where everything was covered in shadows, the darkness where sunlight could not reach, the desolate and cold world of death.

A gate to a demonic realm overflowing with death!

What emerged was Scáthach's domain, the tenth line of defense guarding Avalon Island, built upon the lineage of Celtic and Irish mythology, a forbidden paradise of life—the Land of Shadows!

"Leave them to me!"

At the gate, the purple-haired queen twirled the crimson magic spear in her hand and walked forward with her head held high.

"But……"

Samael frowned and couldn't help but speak.

Compared to the other nine great divine eras, Irish and Celtic mythology are relatively weak. Boudica has also taken away some of her military forces, while Scáthach will have to face the Pure Fire Heaven, which is closest to infinite light among the ten heavens, and Metatron, who is known as "Little Jehovah".

"Samael, do what you're supposed to do!"

Upon hearing the hesitation, Scáthach turned her head to the side and, like a stern teacher, calmly reprimanded him.

Immediately, the Queen of the Land of Shadows smiled and looked gently at Samael, her tone becoming confident and gentle.

"Don't worry about me. If my spear strike reaches perfection, even a god can be slain! Don't forget, I'm immortal. After this battle, remember to buy me a drink! And don't you dare run away again!"

Samael bit his lower lip tightly, nodded emphatically, closed his eyes and sat down. At the same time, he used the power granted by Gaia to accelerate the World Tree's filtering and decomposition of the angel army.

As that figure stepped through the void, ascending to his own battlefield, a resolute look appeared on Scáthach's brow, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

Samael, you have done enough for us and for this world.

If the end of the world is inevitable, then at least this time, let us lead the way.

My dearest friend, my...beloved...

Chapter 238 Not a single drop left.

Thus, the "World Tree Offensive and Defense War" between the Ten Great Gods and the Ten Great Celestial Realms has fully commenced, and the war has entered a white-hot stage.

At the same time, the great void in the sky, which had been open to welcome the arrival of the Kingdom of Heaven, gradually closed. The intense feeling of confinement made the angels feel as if they were trapped in a quagmire, and their mysterious connection with the Lord was suddenly severed.

Therefore, the blazing white flames on these radiant humanoids suddenly dimmed, and their reactions, speed, and strength were severely weakened.

Caught off guard, a host of bizarre angels, including wheels covered in eyeballs, three-headed monsters with bird wings, giant infants wielding large axes, and light and shadow figures with bird beaks and human bodies, disintegrated into pure spiritual particles under the combined attack of the gods and humans.

Its spirit body and star core fragments are so powerful that even the Gates of Heaven cannot reclaim and reshape them.

In an instant, the number of angels decreased sharply.

"Anti-Genesis!"

"Summon the Mirror of the Underworld!"

"The gears of the world are broken. Now is the time for cleansing, now is the time for calamity. Destruction and creation are two sides of the same coin. All things change, death turns to life. But the world has no need for evil. My returning sword will sever evil—the returning sword that decides annihilation!"

"The Spear of Victory!"

"I am the thunder that tears the stars apart!"

"O demon, you block the way of heaven and earth!"

"Gungnir!"

"The blazing flames also burn up the gods!"

"By the mandate of Heaven, may your reign be long and prosperous, lasting for a thousand autumns and ten thousand generations, may your imperial throne endure forever!"

"The spear that pierces the death thorns!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the ten kings of the divine era immediately led their respective armies, sounded the charge, tore apart the enemy's formation, broke through one heavenly gate after another, and turned the magnificent and illusory celestial realm upside down.

The branches of the Kabbalah Tree of Life broke off one after another, dismembering and peeling away from the main trunk, leaving the turbulent heavens in ruins.

On Avalon Island, Samael composed himself, staring intently at the miniature Earth model between his fingers. Seeing the triumphant songs and the rapid decrease in the number of angels, he breathed a long sigh of relief, his heart easing slightly, and his clenched fist slowly loosened.

“Lord, you are my rock, you are my fortress, you are my salvation. Rise up and scatter the enemy! Let the unrighteous remain unrighteous, let the defiled remain defiled. Behold, the Lord will come soon to repay each person according to their deeds!”

However, just as Samael was preparing to continue observing the situation and waiting for an opportunity, the defeated angels, who had retreated and huddled in the ruins of Heaven, blinked nervously with their distorted eyes. Hundreds of lights and shadows burned fiercely, like torches, flashing with dazzling light, as they sang hymns calling upon their Savior.

boom!

At the same time, on that vast, empty sea, violent turmoil erupted. The tower that connected heaven and earth collapsed suddenly amidst an unparalleled roar, and the blazing white deity became the only light illuminating that chaotic world.

Marduk, you're awake!

Damn it! It hasn't even been three days yet, and the deadline has been moved up!

Gazing at the massive, blazing white shadow that almost filled the entire screen, Samael's pupils contracted sharply, his face turning grim. He abruptly stood up, took a step forward, and unleashed an incomparably sharp aura that swept forward.

laugh!

Instantly, the misty lake center was as if pierced through by a sharp sword suspended in mid-air, and was directly cut open.

hum!

In an instant, heaven and earth resonated, a huge vortex was formed in the center of the lake, dense and intricate light patterns lit up, and a dark blue beam of light shot into the sky.

"Aurora!"

Samael roared coldly, his vertical pupils opening to stare intently.

Immediately afterwards, a fairy with butterfly-shaped colorful wings on her back, a golden laurel crown on her head, and a graceful figure emerged from the pillar of light.

In order to achieve her goal of becoming the most popular fairy, Aurora habitually maintains the persona of being the "most beautiful, gentlest, and kindest clan leader." Therefore, as soon as she appears, she tries her best to show a beautiful smile and appear gentle and approachable.

However, her puffy eye bags and heavy dark circles made her look ethereal, turning what was originally a goddess-like figure into someone who looked like a worker tormented on a dark and dreary assembly line, forced to work shifts until she was completely drained of energy.

At the same time, in the instant their eyes met, that forced, sweet smile froze abruptly under the cold, serpentine gaze of his vertical pupils.

Aurora felt a chill run down her spine, feeling like a frog being watched by a venomous snake.

Every inch of her skin, every nerve, was frozen by an invisible chill and fear, making her appear like a clay or wooden sculpture, unable to even move her eyes.

"Where's the stuff?"

The ancient serpent questioned menacingly, its eyes filled with an indescribable rage and coldness.

As the patriarch of the Wind Clan, one of the six great fairy clans, a species second only to the true gods, Aurora felt like a butterfly with its wings pinched in the palm of a giant, its life and death entirely dependent on the mood of the other side.

"It's...not...finished yet..."

As the suffocating pressure eased slightly, the woman, whose limbs were weak and face pale, subconsciously shrank her neck, responded dryly, and then hurriedly defended herself the moment those snake eyes suddenly sharpened.

"We tried our best! We really tried our best! We didn't stop for a moment! But time was too short, there was simply no way to finish it now!"

Aurora paled, her voice even trembling with a hint of a sob, perfectly embodying the image of a pitiful worker oppressed by a factory foreman.

"how long will it take!"

Samael remained unmoved and questioned him in a sinister tone.

"One day! Please give us one more day, and we will definitely be able to..."

Like an ant in distress, Aurora desperately grasped at this lifeline and hastily and earnestly made a promise.

"long time!"

Samael immediately interrupted the fairy king's plea, coldly throwing out the final deadline and adding in a sinister tone.

"As agreed, I'm giving you three days. If that thing isn't finished by sunset, you can talk to Wilpa about the rest!"

Aurora gritted her teeth and nodded, daring not to voice any objection.

She wasn't stupid. The gentle beast god Cornunos wouldn't mind their offense and broken promise, but this monster really would kill them! And in the most cruel way!

It must be said that fairies are a species that discriminates against people. For some with bad personalities and a history of blasphemy, only authority and ruthlessness can make them obedient.