Unlimited Ambition

"Pretty much, that's what it means literally," I replied.

Seeing Aleister's excited expression, I found it refreshing, as I was used to his expressionless face, and couldn't help but want to tease him a little more.

“I believe Lord Lucifer must have a well-thought-out plan. Is that so?” Aiwass, unable to bear it any longer, asked.

"More or less." I nodded.

"After killing the Holy Son, Heaven's power will be equal to ours, and your plan is unlikely to succeed. However, you should be able to protect yourself."

"I see." Aleister finally realized he'd been tricked. He was seething with resentment, but there was nothing he could do.

"Of course, after this matter, I will be leaving this world for a while. So, I will have to ask you to take care of everything."

"How could you do this?!" Aleister became agitated again. "If you leave, what kind of balance is this?!"

I rolled my eyes: "You're supposed to be a powerful figure, how come you have no self-control? Sit down, sit down, sit down."

Aleister finally managed to sit down, and then asked, "What exactly are you planning?"

“Elemental materialization—this is the direction I, the master, should focus on before the mass production plan for superpowered individuals.”

Upon hearing this, Aleister calmed down a little: "Is there any result?"

“Of course.” Gu chuckled. “The elemental spirits, Sylph of the wind, Winnie of the water, Salamander of the fire, and Nova of the earth… have been resurrected thanks to the efforts of the Jerusalem Church.”

"...Legend has it that it was you who killed them all back then?!" Aleister asked. "So, this is the preparation left behind?!"

"That's right, I did engage in a little favoritism and corruption." Gu chuckled. "You don't think I can't even come up with a plan that's inferior to the artificial celestial realm, do you?"

A flash of fanatical brilliance crossed Aleister's eyes: "With their help, our forces will surpass the Heavenly Army! At that point, even killing Jehovah won't be enough—"

“I’ve already said it, I refuse.” I rolled my eyes. “You don’t understand Latin either?”

"You bastard!" Aleister almost rolled up his sleeves and went to punch him.

“Because I will be leaving for a while… therefore, I must maintain the balance of power between the two sides. This applies to both you and Jehovah.” I said.

Aleister is a wise and experienced man; he naturally understands this principle. However, he was too concerned before and didn't fully grasp it.

"Where exactly are you going? What are you going to do?" Aleister asked finally, still unwilling to give up.

"Believe me, it's better if you don't know this." I naturally wouldn't reveal anything about the Grim Reaper. So I simply brushed it off.

“In that case, I cannot fully trust Your Highness’s sincerity,” Aleister said.

"I never expected you to trust me." I scoffed, unconcerned.

"...You bastard," Aleister cursed inwardly. His expression finally softened to the point where he could manage a wry smile.

“It seems I have no other choice. It’s impossible to continue hiding. If I don’t agree to Your Highness’s request, I might have my head chopped off and handed over to Jehovah as a trophy to atone for my sins.”

Despite Aleister's not-so-malicious words, I remained unperturbed: "Pretty much, that's the gist of it. It's rare to find someone as insightful as you. As an ally, I'm honored."

Immediately afterwards, the two remaining men in the world with the ability to kill gods burst into laughter, not without malice.

After that, the knights who were about to lead the Sky Fleet on their expedition gathered together, awaiting my orders.

"All I need is victory! At this moment, I want you to cast aside all burdens—faith, honor, morality! Simply follow me into battle as warriors! Your task is to kill, only kill! Kill all enemies who stand in your way! No matter who they are!!"

As Gu finished speaking, the Heaven-Slaying Sword was already drawn. The radiant image of the six-winged Seraph reappeared. The knights of Jerusalem went mad with desire.

Thus, the Axis was reunited. The forces resisting the tyranny of Heaven were now sufficient.

A day later, my 100,000 elite knights and the Azure Sky Battle Fleet were in position. With nearly 10,000 Misaka Sisters exerting their full power, the immense lightning shattered the spatial barrier. The path to heaven had been opened.

Chapter Eleven: When the Gods Fell

After entering Heaven, I was finally able to maintain my angelic state without restraint, and unleash my full potential.

The war has begun.

Although Aleister was still somewhat conflicted, at this point, it wasn't time to dwell on such things.

I have not returned to Heaven for nearly two thousand years. However, the soldiers of the Heavenly Central Army who followed me in the revolution still remember me.

When my fleet appeared at the gates of Heaven, it was bombarded by the Sky Fleet's magical nuclear fusion cannons and shattered into specks of golden light. After that, approximately one-third—that is, the entire central army of Heaven—defected. A total of twenty thousand elite angels joined my side.

The battle for Paradise begins now.

Meanwhile, inside the council chamber of Heaven, Jesus, dressed in a white robe, was conversing with the other archangels of Heaven.

"What are you going to do? Come up with a plan! Lucifer's rebels are about to attack. Do you think you'll get away with this?"

The three archangels under God remained silent, some with their heads bowed, others looking around. Even when they did speak, it was nothing more than the usual platitudes about the beautiful weather.

As a result, His Highness the Holy Son became anxious, slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and shouted.

The three archangels exchanged a glance. They thought to themselves: "Now you're panicking. What were you doing back then? You were the one who provoked that evil star from the West. As for us… we still have some ties to him, at most we'll be punished, but we won't die."

As for you, Your Highness... hehehehehehe.

Back then, the ones who sent you down from heaven to pretend to be a charlatan, and then helped you end up on the cross to commit self-immolation, weren't they Lucifer's men?

If you fall into his hands, you might not even be able to die!

Recalling how this scoundrel had run rampant in Heaven, relying on his status, and how even they, of similar status, had to kneel before him, the archangels felt deeply distressed. Seeing that Jesus was about to perish, none of them thought to lend a helping hand.

“I will report your situation to God the Father!” Jesus said through gritted teeth.

The archangels weren't afraid of this nominal Son of God. But they couldn't help but be unafraid of Jehovah. They exchanged glances, knowing they couldn't continue feigning ignorance. Michael stepped forward and complained, "It's not that we brothers are incompetent, it's just that the demons are too cunning..."

"Do you believe I'll kick you to death?!" Jesus almost fainted from a breath he couldn't catch.

“Your Highness, please calm down,” Raphael advised. “The situation is indeed difficult this time. The enemy has seven archangels like us, nearly twice our number. Moreover, they have two angel kings, Aiwass and Lucifer, who are also powerful. Furthermore, Lucifer cast a curse that has caused us brothers to lose one-tenth of our abilities. Even if we want to, we are powerless.”

“Speaking of which, it shouldn’t be seven, but eight…” Uriel said slowly from the other side.

"What do you mean—no! Where is Gabriel?!" Jesus said, realizing something was amiss halfway through. Of the four archangels of Heaven, how come three have appeared now?

The other archangels rolled their eyes and pretended to be deaf and dumb again.

"Holy crap!" Jesus wasn't an idiot; after a moment's thought, he realized Gabriel had gone to see his old flame. He was so angry he almost vomited blood.

In the end, Michael, being the wise and prudent one, didn't want to offend Jesus too much. So he clasped his hands in a gesture of respect to Jesus and said, "Son, do not worry. The most urgent thing is to quickly ask God to come out and take charge. At that time, Lucifer and his ilk will be reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye."

Upon hearing Michael's words, Jesus remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he smiled bitterly: "Father God probably won't step in to 'take charge.' It seems that Lucifer holds a very important place in his heart... Last time I asked for his help, I had to go to great lengths to get it. This time, it's probably impossible... But who else can I rely on besides Father God?"

Jesus looked around and saw the three archangels looking at him with feigned concern, and he felt a surge of disgust. Yet, he couldn't afford to truly offend them. After all, the current battle still depended on these few scoundrels to hold it together.

"Let's take it one step at a time," His Highness sighed inwardly.

However, contrary to what the Holy Son had imagined, Jehovah was always extremely wary of the increasingly powerful, cunning, and arrogant Lonely One. There was none of the kind of favor, trust, or indulgence that Jesus envisioned, or anything similar.

However, even Jehovah had his reservations.

For example, right now. This omnipotent God is deeply wary of the illusory reflection before him.

As Jehovah watched the Grim Reaper, dressed in strange attire, leisurely sipping red tea before him, he felt a tightness in his chest.

"Your Excellency, do you truly wish to make things difficult for me?" Jehovah probed.

"I already told you. That toy is something I really value. Last time you schemed against him, I didn't say anything, I already gave you face." That illusory projection, swaying like an old television, was none other than Belicca, the Grim Reaper who controlled my fate.

"Your Excellency should not forget that I am the supreme god of this plane. And although you are ten thousand times more powerful than me, you are merely a projection..."

"You mean, a projection of me—a projection of one ten-thousandth of my power—is no match for you?" A dangerous glint flashed in Bellica's eyes as she asked.

“I dare not,” Jehovah said. “But you, of your status, should not risk your life for such an insignificant person. What do you think?”

"I've already said it, that's my favorite toy!" In the next moment, Bellica's ominous scythe was already pointed at Jehovah's nose: "No one but me is allowed to touch it!"

However, Jehovah was convinced that this projection of Bellica, which "possessed one ten-thousandth of the original's combat power," was no match for him, and acted very arrogantly.

"Just a toy? More than that, isn't it?" Jehovah sneered.

“You’ve misspoke—” The next moment, Death Belika appeared behind Jehovah. A barely perceptible trace of golden blood stained her scythe.

"How...how could this be..." After a few more seconds, Jehovah realized that he was dying—his entire body had turned to ashes, and not even a trace of his consciousness could escape.

"Why not?" At this moment, the terrifying aura of death emanated from Bellica—although it was only one ten-thousandth of her true power, it still caused the entire plane to tremble.

"Kill me, and this plane will collapse! Your toy, didn't you say you cared about it a lot?! Save me, save me!!" At this moment, there was no longer a trace of God's presence in Jehovah. Like all those on the verge of death, he struggled helplessly.

"That's none of your concern." Bellica's lips curled up, revealing the wicked smile I often made.

After that, Death disappeared.

"You will die a horrible death!!" Jehovah roared, these were his last words in this world.

After that, the entire plane began to collapse slowly but steadily, starting from the void at the very edge.

At this moment, I have finally breached Heaven's last line of defense, and my loyal angel army has reached fifty thousand. Together with the other three archangels, only a mere ten thousand or so remnants remain standing against me.

It's going too smoothly. So smoothly that I feel something's not right.

A huge, very huge sense of unease—even after I severed Jesus' head in front of nearly two hundred thousand people in the Heavenly Realm, letting the Heaven-Slaying Sword drink his blood, I still felt no sense of satisfaction.

What exactly is the reason?

What could be the reason?!

Why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why?! ? ? ? ? ? !

I've considered everything! There's absolutely no way things will turn out like in the previous world. So why is that?

Can anyone tell me?!

And so, with a splitting headache, my body slowly disappeared, inch by inch...

Unusual Zombies

The sickle in the prologue can be considered a type of knife, albeit with some skill.

When I, in my spirit form, returned to that repulsive space, I finally understood which step I had missed.

The Grim Reaper in front of me is smiling happily, seemingly innocent and adorable, with no guile in her eyes. Her name is Bellica.

So, without saying a word, I launched an attack on her.

Angels are pure spirits. Therefore, my current combat power is fundamentally different from that of the previous plane. My confidence has also increased significantly. Although I'm not arrogant enough to think I'm invincible, gaining some say in the affairs of death should be no problem.

A psychologically normal human being has a fear of the killing instinct, yet at the same time craves blood. It is a bloodlust that comes from the depths of one's bones, an innate desire to bleed.