"Damn… are those people from Heavens mountain?."

Although Cillian had never seen the legendary divine world of Mount Heaven with his own eyes, he had lived in this world long enough to discern identities through light and song. Only those who controlled Mount Heaven could summon such a display upon arrival.

Actually… that wasn't entirely accurate. Every divine world was different. Each carried its own rules, its own clans, and, most crucially, the impact it had on the surrounding worlds.

For instance, Everhart's world, when materialized, radiated the power of the stars. Cillian's own Endless Abyss, upon revealing its true form, emitted a dark, decadent song. Heaven Mountain followed the same principle. The partial materialization of Paradise had produced the current scene: a flurry of blinding white feathers, the ethereal songs of countless angels echoing across the void.

But Cillian was no mortal, tearing up at divine music. His divine fire illuminated the depths of his soul, revealing the true nature of what he witnessed: these songs were not just beautiful, they were a manifestation of overflowing rules.

Among these rules was one similar to [brainwashing]. It could bend weak minds into obedient puppets of Heavens Mountain. Puppets, nothing more. No matter how pious or fervent they seemed, they were mere tools, incapable of being truly accepted by the divine. Only the angels could determine true worth.

"Damn it… why did an angel from Mount Heaven come here?"

Though Cillian had no reason to be hostile to the angel, his intuition warned him this visit was not simple.

As they merchant Pandei had mentioned, strange disturbances had occurred deep in the mist realm, so naturally one would assume it had something to do with that.

"Who cares? I'm getting out of here."

Rationality ruled above all. Cillian valued being in control. The arrival of Heaven Mountain's angels shifted his priorities: survival over gain. He would not even attempt to seize the resources and rules left behind in the previous eight-shaped world. Losses be damned; he already had the will node. Its genetic sequence and unique abilities promised to offset any setbacks.

The secrets of the Void Zerg outweighed the sacrifice rules.

"Pull back." he commanded.

Following his will, the black mist that had spread from the Abyss to confront the gray tide of Void Zerg began to retract.

But before it could fully return to the black-and-red vortex of the Abyss, Cillian froze. Something incredible had blocked his planned teleportation, a completely new crystal wall rule.

Behind the descending angel, a fracture in the multiverse had been sealed with countless golden "light swords," forming a towering crystal wall. Its function was twofold: not only did it prevent the embryonic multiverse from spreading, but it also blocked all information, Cillian's divine coordinates included, from leaving or entering the world.

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"… what a disgusting thing."

Peter, scanned the gray tide of Zerg in the distance. His divine power allowed him to see their structures, their hidden mechanisms. Unlike Cillian, who relied on the Abyss, Peter required no tools. His own perception revealed truths that Cillian could not yet grasp.

Experience separated the senior god from the newcomer. The accumulation of power over millennia allowed Peter to intuitively grasp the Zerg's nature: their hunger, their endless consumption. He had studied them from afar, but now he faced them directly, and the sheer oppressive power of these Void Zergs nearly suffocated even him.

Under their devouring, one secret world after another was reduced to dead ashes. Worse, each death fueled their numbers.

"If we don't eliminate these Zerg quickly, this secret realm will be completely destroyed," Peter murmured, inhaling deeply.

Unlike other gods who summoned clans, Peter reached for a horn etched with golden runes. As all eyes fell on it, he blew.

Endless light erupted from behind him, revealing an army numbering in the billions. An army from Heaven itself.

Cillian himself widened his eyes, Even blocked by the crystal wall, curiosity compelled him, this was a rare opportunity to observe the creations of Heaven firsthand.

In the multiverse, the name Heaven was widely known. As a special world that had developed its own core rules, textbooks outlined what one needed to know: the appearance of the world, the lord who ruled it, the requirements for entry into Paradise, and some of the basic information about its hierarchy. But all of that was merely the tip of the iceberg.

The true core, the precise duties of each angel, the defensive layout of the legions, the inner workings of the Heavenly Army, remained top secret.

(Horn sounds) Buzz…

As the Angel of Punishment blew his horn, light coalesced into the soldiers of the Heavenly Army. Though far fewer in number than the endless Void Zerg swarms, their scale was staggering tens of billions, organized into legions of hundreds of millions.

Finally, Cillian understood the magnitude of high-level godhood. This was why the accumulation of time mattered more than sudden bursts of divine fire. Only gods close to the True deity, those at the apex of divine power, could mobilize an army of such scope.

Yet these were not mere masses of living beings, they were warriors, trained and equipped with elite weaponry, ready to endure the meat-grinder of war.

Merely forming such an army could drain a high god's entire world, a feat beyond ordinary deities.

Cillian merged with the Endless Abyss, letting his form flow like shadow to survey the battlefield. Above, angels lifted into the sky, flapping their wings as they soared toward the distant Void Zerg nests. Beneath them hung weapon boxes, engraved with divine symbols and burning with holy fire.

"Here we go," Cillian muttered, tracking their movement.

The angels sang again, their voices carrying hymns not of themselves, but of the weapons they wielded, praising divine punishment. The Heavenly Army, resolved and devout, regarded these tools as the very extension of the Venerable One's will.

"No wonder Heaven produces the most divine fire of any world," Cillian said, his tone low. "The devotion of these mortals alone is staggering."

Then his eyes caught something.

The angels hurled the weapon boxes toward the Zerg. From a distance, they seemed tiny, like grains of sand in the gray tide. But in the next instant, mushroom clouds erupted across the battlefield, their destructive force capable of obliterating entire cities.

Cillian's first reaction was disbelief, but he was completely unimpressed. "Nuclear weapons?"

He had expected something more elegant. Even mortals of peak civilization could replicate such effects without resorting to brute force.

Then as mushroom clouds fizzled into into divine fire, a revelation came across him…these were not nuclear weapons at all, they were merely meant as a means of delivering energy to the true weapons.

Swoosh

Swoosh

Within seconds, the clouds were absorbed by an unseen force. A singular black spot appeared on the battlefield, radiating dread.

Cillian could discern its structure: a divine magic array etched with runes, each rune representing a law, a rule, a reality-defining principle. The Heavenly Army had weaponized the rules themselves.

Before he could fully process it, the array activated. Tens of thousands of "nuclear" fuzes had charged it to completion.

Then A black hole manifested at the battlefield's center. Not a simple void, but a consuming singularity sweeping everything in its path, Void Zerg, light, sound, even the fundamental rules of the area. It was as if the universe itself had begun to unravel.

Unseen by most, the Heavenly Army had pushed past every technological limit of this multiverse.

With the appearance of the black hole on the battlefield, the attention of countless beings was immediately drawn to it. Not that they had any choice, by its very nature, a black hole attracts everything nearby, including light, matter, and even the laws of the world itself.

Cillian focused his divine fire and observed carefully. What he saw shocked him. This black hole was far too unstable. Faint space-time cracks had already begun to form around it, expanding outward. With every passing second, the stability of the black hole deteriorated further.

Less than two minutes later, the black hole collapsed entirely, and with it, nearly a quarter of the Void Zerg was obliterated. One quarter!

The gray tide of Zerg soldiers, numerous enough to fill hundreds of secret worlds, vanished silently, leaving no trace behind. Cillian exhaled sharply, the cold air catching in his chest.

The sheer scale of the Heavenly Army's weaponry was astonishing. Weapons of this magnitude were not conceived casually, they required the most vigorous divine fire, the richest cultural heritage, and the most sophisticated understanding of world rules to produce.

"No…" Cillian muttered, raising his head to the distance where Peter, the Angel of Punishment, still held his horn. His eyes darkened. "Another one?"

He knew what was coming next. The remaining three-quarters of the Zerg, enraged and desperate, would soon retaliate.

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Meanwhile, Peter's mood was conflicted. On one hand, he was elated, the new weapon of Heaven had performed perfectly, displaying the unmatched destructive capability of Mount Heaven's technology. On the other hand, a shadow of concern crossed his mind.

He had just expended the only "Annihilation Bomb" in his possession. The weapon was extraordinarily expensive to produce. The divine fire alone consumed in its creation could have cultivated a new high-level god. Not to mention the other rare resources and the intricate weaponized rules embedded within it. There were fewer than a dozen such bombs in all of Mount Heaven.

While the Annihilation Bomb was not the only ultimate weapon Mount Heaven possessed, its significance was near-critical. Under ordinary circumstances, such power would never have been entrusted to an angel in the field. Yet Peter followed orders.

The ruler of Mount Heaven had explicitly instructed him: when confronting a mortal enemy, unleash everything immediately. Never rely on a war of attrition. The swarms of Void Zerg were monsters born from hunger and the wilderness, they knew no fear, embraced death without hesitation, and could only be destroyed through overwhelming firepower.

Satisfied with the weapon's deployment, Peter ceased blowing his horn and turned his gaze downward. Below, hundreds of Heaven's troops began their first engagement with the Void Zerg.

Countless blessing spells lingered around each soldier, the residual power of the horn Peter had just sounded. This horn, though ostentatious, was no trivial artifact, it was one of Mount Heaven's rare treasures.

Across the multiverse, similar treasures existed under various names: innate spiritual artifacts, world-origin weapons, great soul relics. In essence, they were weapons forged by combining one or more world rules into a single, devastating force.

As long as Peter sounded this horn, all soldiers of Mount Heaven received the blessings it carried. The enhancement elevated them far beyond their normal capabilities, turning vulnerable mortals into warriors on par with the third to fifth stage of combat. The cost was steep: the lifespan of each soldier was drained as they channeled the horn's power.

Yet Peter paid no heed to this.

For him, this heavenly army, comparable in scale to the Zerg themselves, was the ultimate trump card.

Born in the divine world of Mount Heaven, these soldiers had no objection to giving their lives to angels. They were devoted, unwavering, and ready to crush every enemy under their swords.

Peter regarded the distant Zerg with disdain.

Far across the battlefield, Cillian observed the same devout warriors with a different expression a faint smile, and glinting eyes.

"Interesting,"

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