"Wait... he is...!"
"Metatron!"
"Wh-What? Metatron?!"
In that instant, even Remiel among the twelve Fallen Angels froze for several seconds.
There were actually two Metatrons on the battlefield at the same time—one from the Heavenly Kingdom, and another hidden within this middle universe...
The sight threw every powerhouse present into confusion.
"Where did this clown come from..."
Within the Dark Keep, the angel lazily unfurled his wings, the sacred flames at the corners of his eyes stretching endlessly like fiery feathers caught in the wind.
His voice was low and dripping with contempt.
Then, in the next instant, his entire body trembled.
Golden holy armor!
A sacred crown suspended above his head!
With one hand, he swept aside his holy robe as terrifying sacred flames erupted all around him.
With the other, he slowly drew forth a divine spear of holy fire from the void, its tip condensed with a sharpness capable of tearing apart all worlds.
He spoke coldly, each word deliberate and absolute:
"I am the Judgment of Heaven!"
"Me!"
"Ta!"
"Tron!"
Boom—!
The divine spear of holy fire fully emerged at the moment the final syllable fell.
An incomparably powerful and unyielding will instantly threw the order of countless Star Seas into chaos.
At that same moment, across billions upon billions of starfields, a vast and sacred angelic phantom appeared, its wings blotting out the heavens, its holy radiance illuminating all creation.
The surprise in Aurek’s eyes deepened even further.
One Metatron of the Heavenly Kingdom.
One Metatron of Heavenly Judgment.
He vaguely began to understand.
"Receive the judgment of truth, you hypocrite!"
Boom!
A fierce light flashed through Heavenly Judgment Metatron’s eyes as he brought the divine spear of holy fire crashing toward that impostor.
A supreme holy might erupted at that instant, blasting the counterfeit Metatron out of the River of Fate and smashing him deep into the abyss of the endless Star Sea.
"Only you, Abraham, would care about this empty title. I had no use for it, so I tossed it to you!"
With a single step, Heavenly Judgment crossed the boundaries of the starfields and plunged straight into the depths of the endless Star Sea.
The plumes of his golden crown sliced through the void like sacred blades, and with another thrust of his spear, he blasted the false Metatron even deeper into the abyss of the Star Sea.
That impostor was utterly helpless before him.
"Abraham!"
"Metatron!"
Seeing this, Remiel and the others finally came back to their senses after a brief moment of shock.
"The situation has changed. Ignore everything else for now—capture the real Metatron!"
With a sharp command from Remiel, the twelve Fallen Angels rushed toward the depths of the endless Star Sea.
"Get lost—!"
Metatron roared furiously, holding the divine spear of holy fire across his chest like a heavenly pillar blocking a surging sea.
A powerful barrier of holy might instantly formed, colliding head-on with the twelve charging Fallen Angels with a thunderous crash.
All twelve Fallen Angels were sent flying backward, coughing blood as they crashed into the Star Sea.
They struggled to their feet in disarray, just about to charge in again—
when Aurek’s palm flashed with golden light, and a golden war sword appeared.
With a sweep of his hand, an Eternal Barrier stretched across the starfields, instantly intercepting Remiel and the other angels.
"You trespass upon my domain. You... all deserve to die!"
In a single instant, Aurek crossed the borders of the stars. With one slash from the Thousandfold Sword Judgment Domain, billions upon billions of judgment swords descended like a torrential storm.
"Amen! So you are the heretic Aurek!"
"Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll purify you first!"
Remiel locked onto Aurek as his Fallen Angel form erupted forth, crossing the starfields and piercing through billions upon billions of them.
The other Fallen Angels also seized the opportunity to unleash their supreme killing arts, breaking through the endless chaos as they charged toward Aurek.
At the same time, Fallen Angel Pant and Fallen Angel Ben struck together.
Pant used his sacred tower to suppress the billions upon billions of starfields of Endless Starlight Isle, along with the surrounding chaotic starfields and the Arcane Godsea.
Ben, meanwhile, unfurled his sacred sack, even encompassing the River of Fate itself as it descended upon Aurek.
The remaining Fallen Angels each unleashed their own holy might, bombarding Aurek from every direction.
Though they were merely quasi-Sovereigns, they possessed combat power equal to that of Origin Gods.
The terrifying force of their onslaught pushed the endless Star Sea to the brink of collapse.
Aurek arched a brow and slashed with his sword.
The endless chaos was instantly reduced to nothingness, and a wave of destruction rapidly spread toward Ben and the others.
"Get back!"
Sensing the spreading annihilation within that sword light, Pant and the other Fallen Angels were overwhelmed with terror and tried to break free of the region.
But Aurek’s Conqueror divine aspect manifested, and with a turn of his hand, he suppressed the entire endless Star Sea.
Boom!
"Puaaagh—!"
The Fallen Angels screamed one after another.
A single sweep of the Creation Art followed, and nine Fallen Angels were completely shredded and erased. Only Remiel, Fallen Angel Jack Joan, and Fallen Angel Rohl managed to break free from the destruction.
Rohl’s sacred fist punched into the River of Fate and struck out from behind Aurek, triggering Dimensional Vision!
A colorless wall of light instantly blocked it.
The Fallen Angels tried to resurrect themselves through the sacred diagram in the vault of heaven.
But Aurek reacted with lightning speed, gathering the sword intent of all worlds into his hand!
That strike fused together his fate, fortune, holy path, and supreme imperial destiny, condensing into a single ultimate ray of light that slammed instantly into the sacred diagram.
The sacred diagram was torn apart on the spot!
The Fallen Angels were once again forced to experience the terror of death.
Remiel and the others were swept up by the supreme killing force carried within that sword. Their holy wings were torn to pieces inch by inch in the storm, and golden holy blood splashed across the void like a torrential rain.
Their sacred bodies shattered and disintegrated.
Their wings broke.
Their holy crowns fell...
The once-invincible Fallen Angels were now like withered leaves ripped apart by a storm, tossed and howling within the endless tide of slaughter, utterly routed beyond recovery.
When united, the power of the twelve Fallen Angels was enough to make even mid-tier Origin Sovereigns wary.
Yet now, before this heretical tyrant, they were as brittle and lifeless as clay and wood—utterly unable to withstand a single blow.
From afar, the Archangel Commander watched the scene, his lips trembling uncontrollably.
That was not merely fear.
It was faith itself beginning to crack at its deepest roots.
And yet what truly made their holy souls tremble was the appearance of the million-strong Godtouched legions.
And the numbers showed no sign of stopping.
In mere moments, one million became ten million.
Ten million swelled into tens of millions.
Then came one hundred million, two hundred million, one billion...
An endless Godtouched army poured from the torn void rifts like a golden flood, vast enough to blot out even the light of the stars.
At that moment, every corner of the endless Star Sea felt that pressure beyond all comprehension.
The might of over a hundred million Godtouched descended like a collapsing firmament, blanketing the entire Star Sea.
Endless Starlight Isle, the Primordial River Cosmos...
Those supreme Sage-rank beings who had once stood at the peak above all living things were now crushed to their knees, unable even to lift their heads.
The once-exalted powerhouses were as insignificant as dust before that flood.
"Kill—!"
Suggwoth raised his war sword high, his voice shaking the cosmos.
Tens of millions of Godtouched legions surged forward like colossal golden waves, sweeping toward the armies of Heaven.
The Heavenly Host and the three million Holy Angels still tried to form ranks and resist.
But when their eyes passed over the front lines and beheld that boundless, horizonless expanse of Godtouched soldiers, every angel froze.
What kind of sight was that?
From beneath their feet all the way to the farthest end of the Star Sea, densely packed layer upon layer—it was all Godtouched.
It was as though the entire Star Sea had turned into the enemy’s battle formation.
Despair, like an icy tide, drowned the heart of every angel.
The Archangel Commander stood there dumbstruck, his face rigid as stone.
The Guardian of the Ancient Tree of Wisdom was the first to recover, letting out a heart-rending roar:
"Run—!"
Boom!
But it was already too late.