Days passed in a blur.
In the desolate plains of Black State, an endless slaughter had raged for days.
Now, the air itself was thick with malice and death — so dense that even the skies seemed to sag under a shroud of darkness.
At the heart of that corrupted land, a vast blood-red magic array — large enough to engulf a city — was taking shape.
Balder stood silently at its edge, watching as the Gate of Hell neared completion.
At his side stood Dr. Wade, calm but pale, and the Artificial Imitator, cold as metal.
The Gate of Hell — the passageway to the Infernal Abyss — was simple enough to open.
All it required was a sufficient concentration of negative energy, and there was no easier way to produce that than through mass slaughter.
And so, the killing continued.
The oppressive negative aura converged from every direction, swirling toward the ritual array like a storm of hatred.
By noon, after days of sacrifice, the energy reached its absolute peak.
BOOM!
A scarlet pillar of light erupted into the heavens. The earth split open, turning black as pitch, and from the abyss below, an enormous, jagged Hell Gate began to emerge, inch by inch.
At the same time, the sky itself grew dark and suffocating, heavy clouds thickening into tangible shadow.
The air trembled with the pressure of two opposing realms.
The gate rose quickly — first the crown, then its arch — until nearly the entire demonic structure towered above the ground.
Then—
BOOM!!!
A blinding divine radiance speared down from beyond the heavens, ripping through the storm clouds.
The light crashed against the Gate of Hell with earth-shaking force.
The entire structure trembled violently.
The infernal gate's ascent was abruptly halted — and under that overwhelming celestial might, it began to sink back into the abyss.
From within the gate, a monstrous roar shook the world.
"ROAAAARRR!!!"
A shockwave burst outward, flattening the ground for hundreds of meters.
A massive demonic hand, several meters long and as thick as an ancient tree trunk, thrust through the crack — followed by another.
One reached upward, the other downward, forcing the gate open from within.
Sensing resistance, the descending holy light intensified, pouring divine power in torrents to seal the breach.
The clash was apocalyptic — demonic fury against celestial judgment, shaking the very fabric of heaven and earth.
Then, from above the clouds, a voice rang out — cold, regal, and absolute.
"Filthy demons… all shall be purified."
A holy arrow, forged from pure divine essence, streaked down like a comet, tearing through the two gigantic demonic arms in a single blinding flash.
The infernal creature screamed in agony from within the gate.
Freed from its support, the Gate of Hell began to sink again under the crushing holy light.
Balder frowned deeply, then launched himself upward in a burst of hellfire.
His flames clashed head-on with the descending radiance —
Hellfire against Divine Light.
BOOM!!!
The explosion shook the world. The shockwave tore across the plains, leaving molten craters in its wake.
Balder's demonic aura buckled under the divine pressure — after all, holy power was the natural bane of infernals — and even as a Prince of Hell, he let out a guttural scream of pain.
Yet he endured.
The gate, freed from divine suppression, surged upward again — faster this time, driven by its own infernal instinct to emerge.
Moments later, the Gate of Hell fully manifested, towering between worlds.
Sensing that the breach could no longer be contained, the divine light above began to withdraw.
Then the heavens split open.
A celestial rift spread across the sky, and through it descended a radiant Gate of Heaven — unlike the gradual emergence of Hell's gate, this one appeared fully formed in an instant.
And from its brilliance, angels poured forth.
Tens, then hundreds, then thousands — until the skies were filled with blinding white wings.
Their holy aura flooded the land, banishing darkness, making even the blood-soaked plains seem pure.
At the center of that angelic host, three pairs of wings unfolded — one after another.
The presence that followed silenced the world.
A Six-Winged Seraph, radiant and terrible, hovered amidst the army — its gaze cold, its power divine.
His eyes swept over the land — until they found Balder.
Disgust flickered in that divine gaze.
"Blasphemer. You who summoned the Gate of Hell — Heaven shall not forgive your sin."
The Seraph raised his hand, and divine energy coalesced into a colossal cross of light, towering dozens of meters tall.
With a gesture, he brought it crashing down.
BOOM!!!
The impact vaporized everything within a hundred meters — leaving nothing but purified dust.
Balder barely evaded the blow, panting, his body scorched, eyes wide with shock.
He stared up at the archangel, awe and fury twisting across his face.
He had never imagined that the Archangel Michael himself would descend with such power — a casual strike capable of annihilating him completely.
Then Balder laughed, voice dripping with venom.
"Michael! Your power feels weaker than before. Did Heaven's little winged pets drain you dry?"
The mocking tone echoed through the battlefield.
Michael's expression cooled, his eyes shifting toward the Hell Gate.
From within, something moved.
A massive figure stepped through — nearly three meters tall, skin blazing like molten rock, two horns curving toward the sky.
Its tattered wings carried the scars of countless battles, emanating raw, oppressive might.
The Demon King had arrived.
The air trembled under his presence — equal, if not greater, than the Archangel before him.
Michael's divine gaze hardened.
"Demon King… have you already forgotten the humiliation I dealt you three thousand years ago — when I cast you back into Hell myself?"
At that, fury flared in the Demon King's molten eyes, though he quickly suppressed it.
"You'll regret that arrogance, angel. This time… I'll tear off those disgusting wings with my own hands."
He turned toward the yawning Hell Gate behind him.
"What are you waiting for, my legions? MARCH!"
A tide of demons surged forth like a flood — hulking fiends leading the charge, followed by countless lesser horrors: flame demons, horned beasts, armored fiends.
The stench of sulfur filled the air.
In moments, millions of demons flooded the plains, turning Black State into a vision of Hell itself.
The Demon King threw his head back and laughed.
"Michael! Let's see how your few thousand birds fare against my million-strong army!"
Michael did not flinch.
"Insects, no matter how many… are still insects."
With a single command, the Archangel led his host downward, wings blazing, diving into the demonic tide.
"Come then, Demon King — three thousand years have passed. Let us finish what we began."
One black, one white — two lights streaked across the sky, colliding in a blinding explosion.
BOOOOOM!!!
The blast was like the detonation of multiple nuclear warheads.
The skies warped, the ground collapsed, and the air itself burned.
Roars, clashes, and screams of war filled the plains —
Heaven and Hell had descended upon Earth.
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