I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 813 The Angels Sound Their Trumpets and Arrive
"The promised time?!"

"Has this day finally arrived?"

In the conference room, there was a third angel: this angel was draped in a white silk scarf, a white hood, and golden armor: the golden armor was undulating, and her slender figure made it clear at a glance that she was female—although, like the other three angels, nothing could be seen under the hood.

Angel of Hope: Oriel.

Apart from the angel of wisdom who is 'missing,' all four 'archangels' of the 'Angris Council' in the Cloud Heaven have arrived.

The 'Angel of Justice' Tyrael, the 'Angel of Valor' Imperius, the 'Angel of Hope' Auriel, and the 'Angel of Fate' Israel, who arrives carrying a scroll.

"Yes,"

Unfolding the scroll in his hand, this scroll, named 'Tarusar,' is both the weapon of the Angel of Fate and the most precious possession of the Cloud Heaven.

Legend has it that this scroll contains the knowledge of 'Anu': countless words are scrawled on this scroll filled with divine power, and when asked by 'Angel of Fate' Isriel, images will be refracted through the crystal in the Library of Fate: images of the future.

These crystals were formed from fragments of Anu's 'spine'.

"The time for the decisive battle has come,"

Unfurling the scroll, the text that had once constantly shifted and been undecipherable by anyone but the 'Angel of Fate' has now solidified into a portrait:
"A seven-headed dragon?!"

The menacing, malevolent figure on the screen sent a chill down the spines of the three archangels.

Diablo devoured his brothers and subordinates, coalescing once more into the 'Seven-Headed Dragon'; once he has fully digested this power—

Even if the angels destroy the 'Burning Hell', so what? As long as they can't defeat Diablo, the 'Seven-Headed Dragon', the 'Eternal War' will ultimately end in defeat!

"Then destroy him!"

The 'heroic angel', clad in full armor except for a sharp and ornate helmet instead of a hood, reached out his hand.

A blazing holy light shone from the gauntlets!
Rumble rumble rumble —

Meanwhile, in the 'sky' above the Demon Fortress;
The chaotic darkness suddenly began to spin, and a holy light, like fire, shone through the clouds, illuminating the world.

"Roar?!"

"This belongs to that guy."

"Is it coming? Damn it, get to the city wall!"

Witnessing this scene, on the demons' territory, the 'Plains of Despair,' countless demon overseers brandished their whips, lashing large numbers of demons toward the front lines. Normally, demons would not avoid battle, but when facing that archangel, no demon was willing to simply throw their lives away.

Privately, even many demons, demon overseers, and demon lords complained that the archangel was the one who represented 'destruction'.

However, these demons were overthinking it.
The white-gold light in the clouds suddenly fell, like a cross-dimensional attack from another world.

The goal, however, is:

"Fortress of Demons?"

Clang!
The platinum-gold spear pierced through the fortress reinforced with countless defensive magic spells and fell into the hands of the valiant archangel.

Immediately afterward, a golden halo ignited above the archangel's head: among the five archangels, he was the most warlike—as the tentacle-like wings behind him also blazed with holy flames, the archangel had entered a battle stance.

"My 'Solarion' will pierce the evil heart of my enemy!"

The spear 'Solarion' is the divine weapon of the valiant angels, forged from the core of a star.

Even with the 'Angel of Wisdom' missing, the five archangels of Heaven were still able to easily suppress Hell; that's because the archangels' strength was on par with the three demon gods.

Epic-level advancement—that is, the level of a powerful dragon!

"There's no time to lose,"

The 'Angel of Fate' swept its hood left and right.
"Let us head to the 'main world' and end this long 'eternal war'."

As for the 'angel of wisdom,' I hope He hears the 'trumpet' and comes: nothing in this world can imprison wisdom.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Tokyo,

"Milk tea? It tastes good—"

A paladin was swaggering through the streets, holding a cup of milk tea.
Although the armor was dazzlingly ornate, the relaxed and carefree demeanor led passing students to believe that they were just doing 'cosplay'.

"It's really good."

She was also holding a cup of milk tea next to her.
Even those who savored the pomelo in small sips gave it the same evaluation.

After all, the two of them really don't have time to eat 'ordinary food': freshness is the best seasoning.

In any case, from the government's perspective, it was an honor that the two "otherworldly powerhouses" praised the ordinary food of their world.

"Two,"

The government staff member responsible for following behind the two men smiled and suggested:

"Please feel free to order anything else you'd like to try."

"No need,"

After taking a sip of milk tea, the silver-haired, golden-armored paladin looked up at the sky.

"The war has begun."

? !
"coming."

Yuluo also looked up at the sky, and the government staff followed their gaze:
Light,

Suddenly, a burst of light appeared in the sky.
Two dazzling beams of light, one vertical and one horizontal, one long and one short.
It lit up in the sky, forming a huge, radiant cross, imprinted on the blue sky.

This is? !
Before the surprised government staff could speak, the towering, radiant cross rapidly expanded, eventually enveloping the entire sky: a pure, white-gold light spread out, making the whole sky 'bright'.

At the same time, melodious and beautiful hymns that cleansed the soul began to rise;

Countless 'spots of light' danced around the cross, and the sound, though not loud, covered most of the planet!
Countless people could see and hear the singing and the grand spectacle as soon as they looked up; and the 'familiar' scene caused countless former 'Yahweh' believers to kneel down unconsciously.

“Oh my God!!”

"Lord, have you finally shown favor to the lamb?"

"Please lead me through the narrow gate, so I may no longer suffer the hardships of this world."

These believers either clasp their hands in prayer or kiss the soil in front of them—regardless of whether the 'cross' in the sky is good or evil, for ordinary people, bowing their heads in prayer is the right thing to do.

"here we go,"

In the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department Inspector General's office, Takeya Haru stood by the window looking up at the sky, his flat eyes reflecting points of light.

With his eyesight, he could see that the points of light were actually angels with white, tentacle-like wings and arc-shaped halos above their heads; they were fully armored and armed, clearly not there to proclaim the mercy of the 'Lord,' but rather an army to conquer evil.

Rumble rumble rumble rumble~~~~~
Amidst a thunderous roar, platinum-gold light in the sky slowly opened like a 'door'.

More rays of light flew out densely, and an army of countless angels poured out, forming ranks in the sky!

"O eternal darkness, listen to my judgment—"

A gigantic point of light shot out, and a clear, elegant sound resounded across the entire planet. Regardless of nationality, civilization, or race, everyone clearly understood the meaning within the sound; it was clearly some kind of planetary-level 'divine art'.

"For the Eternal One declares thus:"
Your days of using poisonous hooks are numbered.
The blasphemous cup overflows the heavens!

This voice echoes repeatedly across the globe, both a declaration and an investigation: wherever the power of 'destiny' reaches, nothing can hide.

"The clarion call of light is already at our lips—"

First sound: The chains of hatred were shattered.

Second tone: The things to be destroyed burn like scorched leaves.
Third voice: The throne of fear collapses in eternal daylight!

"Holy!!!!"

"Holy!!!!"

"Holy!!!!"

Above the sky, before the gate, holy light shone like a sea:

Thousands of angel warriors roared in unison, their voices like thunder sweeping across the planet. Even the extraordinary beings on Mars and the Sun—these planets—raised their eyelids.

"This battle is not about swords and spears."
It is the collision of the Creator's breath and the illusory essence!

Finally, the clear and elegant voice made its final announcement:

"I am Isriel, the 'Angel of Fate,' and this battle is—the beginning and the end!"

???

Whom are these angels declaring war on?
Most people kneel and pray or humbly bow their heads, unaware of the true situation.

It sounds like these angels are preparing for a final battle against the demons, but:
Where is the demon?
"Hahahahaha!!!"

Before long, a burst of wild laughter suddenly rang out, seemingly from not far from Tokyo.

“Isriel, I’m very curious—”

The sounds, filled with torment, disgust, delusion, wildness, malice, domineering, and terror, resounded across a planet-wide area, causing countless people to scream instantly, clutching their heads, and unable to stop themselves from falling to the ground, struggling in agony.

"Does your 'scroll of fate' reflect the manner of your deaths?"

boom--------

A dark red beam of light shot straight out from beside Tokyo and headed into the sky.

This dark red light wasn't magnificent, just a single beam—yet anyone who witnessed it felt a jolt in their heart, and an instinctive thought surfaced:
This light,
Enough to pierce through that magnificent 'gate' in the sky!
"Diavolo!"

Another male voice, filled with bravery, fearlessness, and pride, rang out in the sky.

"My nemesis, no matter what form you take, you cannot escape my discerning eyes! Reveal your true form—"

Accompanied by a furious shout, a beam of platinum light shot down from the clouds! As soon as this light appeared, the superhumans who were still trying to look up to watch the battle instinctively closed their eyes and lowered their heads: for this was a beam of light that compressed the anger of a star and wrapped the flames of the sun around the tip of a spear!
Only a Ghost-level transcendent being could squint and look at the platinum light that shot straight toward the dark red light.

The next instant, the two beams of light collided head-on!
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle————

It was clearly just two beams of light colliding, yet it emitted a deafening, piercing shriek: the dark red light, crowned by the platinum holy light, continued to rise, rise higher and higher; but at the same time, the entity within the dark red light finally lost its form, began to expand, and revealed its demonic appearance.

"Our long war must end, Imperius."

The bloated demon was ferocious and terrifying, with three heads and six arms! But it wasn't like the three heads in the Barat pantheon; instead, it had two extra heads at the shoulders!
Since a certain 'head' is something that cannot be seen by others, then let's just not let them come out and embarrass themselves—Diablo, who has transformed into a three-headed demon god, began to expand. His long tail dragged towards the earth, his ferocious wings covered the space, and his entire body stood in space, yet it seemed as if he were standing on a planet.

"Let's take one last look at the magnificent paradise,"

"Old friends—soon, I will tear it to shreds!!"

Boom—Boom—

Two earth-shattering roars suddenly erupted, and massive amounts of seawater spread in all directions, unleashing a cataclysmic tsunami: all because a certain 'demon god' revealed its true form, its feet landing in the Pacific Ocean!

The lower half of the body is still standing on the planet.
The demon, whose upper body was already outside the atmosphere, made this declaration as he faced the platinum cross gate!

Torture, pain, lies, sin, hatred, destruction, and fear—seven kinds of spiritual energy emanating from countless people—were absorbed into its body.

At the same time, the seven elements of chakra—earth, wind, water, fire, lightning, yin, and yang—surged within the demon god's body, forcibly merging together using the "Demon Sprout Technique," ultimately breaking through the limitations of "mortals" and entering the realm of "Bloodline Limits."

Unprecedented power and strength allowed this demon god to declare to the entire world—no, to the entire starry sky:

"I am Diablo, the Seven-Headed Dragon!!!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Won't it destroy the planet?"

Above the sun, even the younger sister subconsciously 'stood up'.

The power of that 'Diavolo' had soared to a level she had never 'seen' before; the light of his spiritual energy was still dazzling even across hundreds of millions of kilometers.

Ghost level?

No, no, no, even dragon-level beings wouldn't dare compare to it.

That's a power that exists on another level, it is:

"God level!"

Moreover, he is a god-level powerhouse: after all, he is the other half of 'Anu' who created the world.

"Don't panic, okay? This definitely needs to be closely monitored."

The show has begun, and Yu, as the mastermind behind it all, is naturally fully focused: the seven-in-one Diavolo is just an 'appetizer'. This kind of unstable bloodline limit is not what Yu is looking for. What he wants is a stable, stronger, and all-encompassing power.

"Let the angels 'test' the waters first,"

They were all creations made by Yu himself, and even though Diavolo broke into the 'Bloodline Limit,' they were still under Yu's control.

Next, let's see how those 'angels' respond; it can be considered a warm-up for the ultimate clash:

"If things really can't be done, then 'I' will take action."

That's true, but Yu didn't actually intend to make a move: the alias 'Haruka' Paladin was prepared for this moment.

"As for the aftermath, the Eight Heroes don't talk about 'environmental protection' all the time, so it's enough for them to handle it."

Orochi's Eight Heroes are not simply a 'supernatural force';
Rather, it was used by someone to protect the planet—

Although, the cause of these planetary-level destructions is inextricably linked to a certain individual.

"In short, let's wait and see how things develop."

"Um,"

The younger sister nodded.

Anyway, Yu has the 'Flying Thunder God Technique', which allows him to return to the Blue-White Planet in an instant.

Then let's watch the battle here—both sides are either Dragon-level or God-level, so there's no need to worry about 'not being able to see clearly'.

(End of this chapter)