I became a god through archaeology in the Wizarding World.

Chapter 141 Dimensional Reduction Attack, Tearing Apart the Throne Angel

On the human world, atop the sacred mountain.

The former headquarters of the Holy See, once a symbol of light and holiness, has now been transformed into a veritable quagmire of blood and flesh. The blood of thirty million fanatical believers has pooled into a dark red lake, meandering down the white steps of the holy mountain, staining the entire mountain range a shocking crimson.

The air was filled with a nauseatingly strong stench of blood, but strangely, it was also enveloped by an extremely pure and dazzling golden holy light.

In the sky, the dimensional rift that was originally only a hundred meters long has now been forcibly torn to a width of tens of thousands of feet by the violent sacrificial power!

A colossal portal, formed entirely from pure faith and astral laws, stands silently in the heavens. Its surface is adorned with countless reliefs praising the gods' creation, and accompanied by ethereal, yet chillingly cold, hymns, an endless army of astral beings surges forth from behind it.

Two-winged Virtues, four-winged Powers, six-winged Seraphim —

Holding swords of judgment burning with white holy fire, they expressionlessly gazed down at the earth below. To them, neither the demons of the abyss nor the remaining humans on the land were anything but filth that needed to be "purified."

At the very front of the angel legion, three terrifying beings emanating a suffocating pressure hovered.

They possess eight wings formed from the pure laws of light, wear magnificent armor inscribed with the highest divine runes of the astral plane, and even their faces are shrouded in a layer of holy radiance, making them impossible to look directly at.

Eight-winged Angel!

In the hierarchy of the astral plane, these are supreme beings second only to the ancient chief gods. Any one of them descending would easily obliterate the entire mortal realm, let alone three at once!

"You vile abyssal crawlers, your end has come."

The central eight-winged angel—the Lord of Judgment, Sarkier—slowly raised his golden scepter. His voice, devoid of any emotion, resounded across the entire continent like rolling thunder.

As he waved his scepter, a shower of golden light descended from the sky.

This seemingly beautiful "divine gift" is the most deadly poison to the Abyss Legion. Every drop of light that falls on a demon instantly corrodes and penetrates its hard scales, burning it to ashes along with its soul.

"Aaaaaah!"

A piercing scream echoed through the heavens. Within minutes, millions of low-level demons and magical beasts were reduced to ashes in the holy light.

"Retreat! The entire army retreats into the abyss rift! Don't engage these birdmen head-on!"

In the center of the battlefield, Gareth, the commander of the Abyss Flame Demons, let out a furious roar. His once colossal body, hundreds of feet tall and burning with hellfire, was now covered with deep, bone-revealing wounds. His left arm was severed at the root, and the wound was clinging to an inextinguishable astral flame, constantly eroding his life force.

Behind Gareth stood the equally disheveled Succubus Queen Lilith. Her prized allure was utterly useless against these high-ranking angels, devoid of absolute reason and emotion. Her demonic wings were riddled with holes, and her beautiful face was pale and weary.

As for the Undead Emperor Victor, his fate was even more tragic. His proud horde of billions of undead calamities couldn't even withstand a second of the eight-winged angel's "Great Purification" before turning into countless ashes. Victor's own phylactery was also severely damaged, his soul flame dimming as if it might be extinguished at any moment.

"Gareth, we can't get away."

Lilith bit her red lips, looked up at the three eight-winged angels in the sky who were looking down on them as if they were ants, and a trace of despair flashed in her eyes.

"Our master's order was for us to retreat, but the surrounding space has been completely locked down by the laws of the celestial realm. The dimensional portal has been severed, and we—are trapped like turtles in a jar."

"Bullshit! Even if I die, I'll bite off a piece of flesh from these false gods!" Gareth's eyes were bloodshot, and his only remaining right hand gripped the saber tightly, preparing to burn his last bit of life essence to launch a self-destruction.

Just then, a burst of maniacal laughter came from the summit of the sacred mountain.

"Hahaha! Do you see that? This is the power of the gods! This is the wrath of the astral plane!"

The current Pope of Light, the once kind and benevolent old man, now had disheveled hair and was covered in the blood of his followers, resembling a demon crawling out of hell. He knelt in the pool of blood, frantically kowtowing to the legion of angels in the sky.

head.

"Great Throne! Please unleash divine punishment and purify these scum of the abyss, along with this corrupted world! On behalf of the Church of Light, I am willing to offer everything that is in the mortal realm!"

Sakir glanced coldly at the Pope, his eyes filled with no pity, only undisguised disgust.

"Foolish mortals. You can't even do a proper job of guarding the seal of the abyss, allowing the remnants of the abyss to grow to this extent, even forcing us to descend here by force."

Sakiel's voice was filled with haughty arrogance: "However, your sacrifice has indeed opened a passage for us. As a reward, I will grant you—the most complete purification."

Before he could finish speaking, Sakir gave the Pope no chance to react and pointed his scepter.

A beam of holy light as thick as a bucket descended from the sky, instantly engulfing the astonished Pope. Before he could even utter a scream, the supreme leader of the Papacy, who had ruled the world for decades, was reduced to a wisp of smoke in the holy light, his very soul utterly obliterated.

"Madmen—these guys in the Astral Plane don't treat humans as believers at all, but only as expendable resources!" Lilith felt a chill run down her spine when she saw this.

"Alright, this farce should end now."

Sakir withdrew his scepter and turned his gaze back to Gareth and the others who were struggling below.

"Although we don't know where the anomaly that triggered the astral alarm is hiding, as long as we wipe out all of you Abyss Commanders and reboot the entire plane, everything will return to the order of the astral plane."

Sakiel slowly raised his right hand, and a golden sphere radiating an aura of destruction coalesced in his palm. The energy contained within this sphere was enough to instantly sink the entire human continent!

"Accept the judgment of the astral realm, divine punishment, light of creation!"

Sakir suddenly threw the ball of light in his hand down.

The golden sphere swelled in the wind, transforming into a blazing sun that fell, carrying a devastating pressure as it hurtled towards Gareth and the rest of the abyss army.

The space collapsed inch by inch under this attack, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped the hearts of every creature in the abyss.

Gareth closed his eyes, Victor let out a helpless sigh, and Lilith silently called out that name in her heart.

"Owner----"

Just as the golden sun was about to touch the ground at the critical moment!

A sudden, extremely abrupt, and crisp cracking sound rang out throughout the entire world.

The sound wasn't loud, but it eerily drowned out all the roars and screams on the battlefield, clearly reaching the ears of every living being, including the three eight-winged angels in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the earth cracked open.

This was no ordinary earthquake; rather, the entire lower level of the human realm was torn apart from bottom to top by an indescribable, terrifying force!

"Boom!!!"

A deep, dark abyss-like rift, so deep it could swallow even light, instantly opened above Gareth and the others.

There was no earth-shattering energy explosion, nor a deafening roar.

Only a slender, fair hand, as perfect as a work of art, slowly emerged from the black crack and then—gently pressed against the falling golden sun.

The next second, a scene that would be unforgettable for all the angels and demons in the room unfolded.

The "Light of Creation," containing the full power of an eight-winged angel's attack, capable of destroying a continent, melted silently the moment it touched that palm, like an ice cube falling into water, without even causing a ripple.

No, it didn't melt, it was swallowed up!

It was completely swallowed up by a tiny black hole that slowly rotated in the palm of that hand and emitted a seven-colored light!

"What?!"

In the sky, Sakir, who had been high above and expressionless, finally changed his expression. His eyes, hidden beneath divine radiance, were fixed on the spatial rift.

"Who is it?! How dare they devour the laws of the star realm?!"

"The laws of the celestial realm? Is that so amazing?"

A languid, cold voice, yet exuding an absolute domineering aura that transcends all living beings, slowly emanated from the depths of the crack.

Accompanied by this sound, a young man dressed in a dark gold robe with cascading black hair stepped out of the crack.

He did not unleash any earth-shattering aura, nor did he display a massive and terrifying true form like the Abyss Demon God.

He hovered quietly in mid-air, his hands behind his back, his eyes, black on the left and gold on the right, revealing a kind of indifference that seemed to have seen through the essence of the universe.

But as soon as he stood there, the surrounding space began to collapse involuntarily toward him. The golden holy light that filled the sky was instantly assimilated into nothingness by an invisible aura of "chaos" when it came within a hundred feet of his body.

"Owner!"

"My lord!"

Upon seeing this figure, Gareth, Lilith, and Victor trembled with excitement and immediately knelt down on one knee in mid-air.

Rhodes lowered his head slightly, glancing at the horrific battlefield below and his three heavily wounded subordinates.

"You've done a good job. You may leave."

"But master, my undead army has already—" Viktor's soul fire fluctuated violently, filled with self-reproach.

"I told you, step down."

Rhodes' voice wasn't loud, but it carried an absolute will that made his words law.

He slowly raised his right hand and snapped his fingers crisply.

"Smack."

With that snap of his fingers, Rhode's "inner universe" spun slightly, and a seven-colored chaotic law representing "life and creation" instantly descended upon the battlefield.

A miracle happened at that moment.

Gareth's severed left arm regrowed in less than a second, even thicker and stronger than before.

Containing even more violent abyssal black flames: Lilith's tattered demon wings were instantly restored, and the depleted magic power within her body surged several times over, breaking through her original realm in one fell swoop.

But what is most shocking is Victor.

Those billions of dead souls that had been purified into ashes by the holy light were miraculously re-formed into skeletons and soul fire under the illumination of the seven-colored light, as if time had reversed!

In just three breaths, the annihilated undead calamity was able to stand on the ground again, completely unharmed. Even their soul fire was tinged with a dark golden chaotic luster, and they were no longer afraid of the Holy Light of the Astral Plane!

"This—this is impossible!"

In the sky, another eight-winged angel couldn't help but cry out in alarm.

"Resurrection of the dead? Even the life god of the astral plane couldn't instantly revive the undead annihilated by the Great Purification! You're not using the laws of the abyss! Who are you?!"

Rhodes slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the three eight-winged angels in the sky, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his lips.

"Who am I? Don't you astral gods always call me a remnant of the abyss?"

Rhodes' body slowly rose into the air, and with each step he took upwards, a black lotus flower formed from pure chaotic laws would bloom in the space beneath his feet.

"However, in the last few hours, I met an old friend at the very bottom of the abyss. He told me some interesting stories about the birth of this universe."

Rhodes's gaze grew increasingly cold, and the "Light and Dark Chaos Star Vortex" within his body began to accelerate its operation. A terrifying pressure that made the entire world tremble was finally released without reservation!

"He told me that the light and order that your astral plane so prides itself on are nothing but stolen power. You've torn the world apart, denigrating the other half of your origin as evil, simply to cover up your hypocritical and despicable nature!"

"Nonsense!" Sakir roared, and his eight golden wings suddenly unfurled, bursting forth with blinding light.

"No matter what kind of monster you are, daring to blaspheme the Astral Plane means certain death! Form the array! Trinity: Astral Judgment!"

Sakir and the other two eight-winged angels instantly formed a triangular formation, releasing their astral essence without reservation.

Three towering golden pillars of light converged, transforming into a colossal sword of light tens of thousands of feet long, nearly cleaving the entire heavens in two. The blade was intricately wrapped in astral runes, imbued with the absolute laws of "judgment" and "annihilation," as it cleaved down towards Rhodes!

This sword strike had already exceeded the limits that the human realm could withstand. Before the blade even landed, the earth below began to collapse on a large scale, and seawater poured in, as if it were the end of the world.

Faced with this combined attack that was enough to instantly kill any abyssal demon god, Rhode didn't even make a move to dodge.

He simply stood there quietly, watching the enormous lightsaber fall.

"The laws of the astral plane are too fragile."

Rhodes slowly extended his right hand, his five fingers spread, to meet the Judgment Sword that was tens of thousands of feet long.

"boom!!!"

The lightsaber slashed fiercely at Rhodes's palm.

However, the scene that was expected—Rhodes being split in two—did not occur.

The lightsaber, which combined the full power of the three eight-winged angels, struck Rhodes's hand as if it had struck an invisible, intangible, and absolutely insurmountable "Wall of Sighs"!

"Click click click—"

Rod's hand clenched suddenly.

"Bang!"

He actually crushed that sword of judgment, which was tens of thousands of feet long! Golden specks of light flew everywhere like shards of glass.

"puff!"

The laws were forcibly reversed, and the three high-ranking eight-winged angels in the sky simultaneously spat out a mouthful of golden divine blood, their arrogance finally replaced by utter fear.

"You—you actually ignored the fundamental laws of the astral plane! You—what level have you reached?!" Sakiel's voice trembled. He finally realized that the man before him was someone they could not contend with.

This is an absolute crushing defeat on a life level! It's a dimensional reduction attack!

"realm?"

Rhodes' figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

The next second, he appeared before Sakir like a ghost. The distance between them was less than half a meter.

"In my 'inner universe,' I am the law."

Rhodes's voice rang in Sakir's ears, like the whisper of death.

Before Sakiel could react, Rhodes' hands shot out with lightning speed, grabbing the two golden wings on Sakiel's back.

"No! Stop!" Sakir screamed in terror.

"Tear!"

With a sickeningly painful sound of flesh being torn apart and golden divine blood flying everywhere, Rhodes forcibly uprooted Sakir's two proud eight wings from his back!

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the sky. Sakir, having lost his wings, plummeted downwards like a kite with a broken string, but before he had fallen far, Rhodes' right foot had already stomped heavily on his chest.

"Bang!"

Sakiel's chest collapsed instantly, and a diamond-shaped "Angel Core" radiating brilliant golden light was directly knocked out by Rhodes's foot and grabbed in his hand.

"The purity is good; it's perfect for lighting up a few stars in my inner universe."

Without even glancing at the lifeless, ashes-covered Sakir at his feet, Rhodes casually tossed the eighth-order divine core into the miniature black hole in his palm.

Sold out instantly!

An eight-winged angel, second only to the ruler of the astral plane, was torn to pieces like a chicken before Rhodes could even withstand a single move!

The remaining two eight-winged angels were completely devastated. They didn't even dare to think of avenging their companion. They turned into two streaks of light and fled frantically toward the huge "Astral Gate" in the sky.

"Trying to leave?"

Rhodes looked up at the two figures fleeing in panic, and at the astral gate that was still spewing out the angel legion.

Instead of chasing the two who had escaped, he slowly drew the "Calamity" sword from his waist.

Dark golden chaotic power gathered wildly on the blade, and the surrounding space began to distort violently, faintly revealing a miniature universe where stars were born and died and all things were in cycle.

"Since the door is open, wouldn't it make me, Abyss, seem incredibly impolite not to come in and sit down?"

Rhodes gripped his sword with both hands, the tip pointing directly at the Astral Gate in the sky.

"Proclaim my divine message."

Amplified by the laws of chaos, Rhodes' voice not only resounded throughout the entire human world, but also blasted directly into the lofty astral realm through that gate!

"All troops of the Abyss, heed my command!"

"Target: Astral Plane."

"Follow me—to conquer the realm of the gods!"