The army from Heaven appeared!
Chu Hao widened his eyes, staring hard at the massive host descending from the skies.
Even though he was trapped within this sealed space, his curiosity still burned brightly. After all, this was an extremely rare opportunity to witness the creations of Heaven Mountain up close.
Of course, the name Heaven Mountain was already legendary throughout his world—known to all, feared by many.
As one of the few worlds that had openly revealed part of its core divine rules, everything about it—the world's structure, its master, the requirements to join it, and its grand ideals—was recorded even in the most basic textbooks.
But what textbooks contained was only the tip of the iceberg.
The true secrets—such as the exact duties of the angels, or the military formations of Heaven's armies—were information of the highest confidentiality.
The master who ruled Heaven Mountain, a true Sequence Lord God, guarded countless secrets no less than any other ruler. Only a small part of them had been deliberately leaked—bait for those who wished to join the divine realm.
That cunning being sat upon the throne of Heaven, spreading its influence like a spider weaving its web, extending its golden claws toward every would-be god who longed to serve under its light.
But back to the present—Chu Hao's curiosity burned.
What form would Heaven's army take this time?
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A low horn note echoed—
(Horn sound) Wooo...
As the Archangel of Judgment blew his horn, countless soldiers of Heaven were born from the radiance behind him.
Though their number was smaller than the Zerg swarm before them, their sheer presence still shocked Chu Hao.
Tens of billions.
Hundreds of billions.
Hundreds of billions of soldiers stood ready.
Finally, Chu Hao understood the true might of a higher god. He finally realized why so many said that time's accumulation was far more powerful than a brief flare of divine fire.
Only those who stood at the pinnacle of divinity—those approaching the level of Lord Gods—could summon armies of such impossible scale.
Many high gods ruled worlds filled with billions of lifeforms, yes. But those were merely beings, not warriors—not battle-hardened, well-equipped, disciplined soldiers built for endless slaughter.
An army of this magnitude could drain the entire resources of a high god's world. Even maintaining them would bankrupt most divine beings.
Still, as shocking as the sight was, what truly caught Chu Hao's attention was the first wave of Heaven's assault.
What kind of attack will it be?
Merging himself once more into the Endless Abyss, Chu Hao extended his perception across the entire battlefield.
In the skies, countless winged angels rose from the gleaming army, flapping their radiant wings toward the Zerg nests in the distance.
Beneath them hung countless weapon crates marked with Heaven's divine sigils, suspended by divine fire.
They're coming.
Chu Hao's gaze followed them as they flew. Then, to his surprise, the nauseating songs began again—heavenly hymns that praised the weapons the angels carried.
The brainwashed soldiers of Heaven sang praises to their weapons as if they were holy relics—manifestations of divine punishment sent down by their lord.
No wonder they say Heaven Mountain produces the most divine fire in all the realms, Chu Hao muttered.
With devotion that blind, their faith energy must be terrifying.
Then, amid the hymns, the angels began hurling the weapon crates toward the Zerg.
The crates were minuscule compared to the endless swarm—mere grains of sand before an ocean.
But the next instant, Chu Hao froze.
And then he frowned.
What the hell… these are just—
Nuclear bombs?
From his vast perspective, he saw countless mushroom clouds bloom within the gray Zerg tide.
Each explosion had enough power to vaporize every creature within the range of a massive city.
Of course, Chu Hao understood nuclear weapons well enough.
He wasn't impressed.
He looked down on Heaven's crude approach, unimpressed by their use of such outdated, primitive tactics—mere tricks any level-one civilization could wield.
But then—
Wait…
Chu Hao's eyes widened.
That's not a nuclear bomb. That's—
In the distance, the countless mushroom clouds were quickly absorbed.
Yes—each and every one was being drawn in by something hidden within the explosions.
All the clouds, all that energy, were devoured by a single presence.
And then Chu Hao saw it—
A strange black speck formed in the sky, one that made even gods tremble.
It was a divine runic formation—etched with mysterious golden runes, each representing a different law of the cosmos.
In other words, Heaven's army had reached a level where even rules themselves had been weaponized.
As Chu Hao stared in disbelief, the runic formation completed its charge.
A weapon that required tens of thousands of nuclear detonations to power up finally activated.
And then—
No words could describe it.
A genuine black hole appeared at the center of the battlefield.
Even if it could collapse at any moment—
From the instant it was born, it devoured everything by instinct.
Matter, sound, light, and even the very laws of the world were dragged into its endless void.
It was like witnessing the end of the universe.
Unbeknownst to most, Heaven's army had already broken through the technological limits of every known civilization within this world.