Chapter 282: War Begins

Chapter 282: War BeginsBoom! Boom! Boom!

With a loud noise, the countless army of darkness filled with unimaginable creatures started to land in the Black Flame Sovereign realm.

The sky itself howled as the first wave of the abyssal army descended like a meteor storm, crashing into the Black Flame Sovereign Realm with a force that shattered mountains and sundered the earth.

The warriors of the Black Flame Sovereign Realm stood resolute, their bodies wreathed in the very flames of their ruler’s might. Fear was an illusion—faith was their weapon. Their sovereign had returned, and for him, they would burn the heavens themselves if necessary.

Then, the abyssal tide surged forward.

Shrieks of the damned filled the air as creatures of unfathomable horror emerged from the wreckage of their landing. Some slithered, their segmented bodies gleaming like obsidian; others stood tall, their twisted limbs pulsing with black energy, while grotesque winged horrors filled the skies, blotting out what little light remained.

And then—the five knights moved.

They stepped forward, their sheer presence forcing reality itself to recoil. Dark flames coiled around their abyss-forged armour. One of them, a being of absolute void, raised its greatsword and pointed toward the Black Flame warriors.

"Cleanse them."

With that single command, the abyss erupted.

Darkness clashed against fire.

The warriors of the Black Flame Sovereign Realm surged forward, their weapons igniting with divine infernos, crashing into the monstrous army like an unstoppable wildfire.

Blades met claws.

Spears of flame pierced through nightmarish flesh, incinerating creatures upon impact. Warlocks and mages conjured vast tidal waves of burning magma, swallowing entire swarms in a hellish blaze.

Yet the darkness did not falter.

The battle started, but the five Dark Void knights standing in the void didn’t make it, nor did the Sovereign and other flame lords. This was just the early stage of the battle, and only cannon fodder was fighting, but still, it was countless void gods-level beings fighting, and even a few true gods-level battles were ongoing throughout the realm.

Multiple cracks appeared in the sky, and battle from all over the Black Flame Sovereign realm began with full throttle.

The once-majestic lands of the Black Flame Sovereign Realm had turned into a wasteland of burning fire and corrupting darkness.

The heavens trembled. The ground wept. The cosmos watched.

Apollo’s sharp eyes flickered as he scanned the battlefield from above. He had never witnessed a war on such a scale. Even in his most brutal fights, even in his most desperate battles, he had never seen a war where the first wave of warriors were already god-level beings.

In the distance, he saw a towering dark beast, a massive creature with a hundred writhing limbs, each covered in abyssal runes. A single swipe of its claw tore through hundreds of warriors, sending flaming corpses spiralling into the abyss.

But the warriors from the Black Flame Sovereign lands were tenacious and fought more vigorously for their home, for their Sovereign.

But the number of enemies seemed endless as they poured into the battlefield from the abyss, with no intention of decreasing at all. It was clear the number of enemies was too much, and without an overwhelming power difference, it would become troublesome.

Though the Black Flame warriors fought with unyielding resolve, though their flames scorched the heavens and their blades cut through the abyss, the tide of darkness did not wane. For every abomination slain, a dozen more took its place.

It was as if the abyss itself was limitless, pouring forth an endless horde with no intention of stopping.

So, various commanders of different armies joined the battle, and the moment they joined, the situation changed instantly, as every commander was many times stronger, and numbers didn’t matter in front of their power.

Like meteors descending from the heavens, the commanders of the Black Flame Sovereign Realm joined the fray.

Each was a titan of war, their strength akin to that of the Eternal Gods, and their auras igniting the battlefield with divine fire.

One commander, clad in scarlet war armour, soared across the sky like a comet, his greatsword leaving an infernal trail as he bisected a void behemoth in a single stroke while destroying stars and suns.

Another, a woman wreathed in phantasmal blue flames, danced between enemies, each movement an execution as abyssal creatures withered into cinders burning countless layers of space before they could even scream.

A third, with twin burning gauntlets, struck the earth with a devastating punch—BOOM! A crater formed, hundreds of miles wide, destroying the void, and swallowing thousands of darkness-born creatures in a sea of flames.

The battlefield changed as similar scenes took place in various battlefields throughout the realm.

Where once the abyss had surged forward unchecked, now they began to fall back, to hesitate. Numbers meant nothing before true power.

Apollo exhaled slowly, his heart pounding. "This is what it meant to fight at the pinnacle."

He watched the battle of the various commander levels with the strength of eternal gods and couldn’t help but be shocked by their strength. The aftermath of their battle can kill him, not to mention facing them directly.

He just became somewhat confident as he understood space rules and could defeat true gods, but he calmed down as it wasn’t the original universe where void gods could be bosses and true gods could be great lords covering one direction but a supreme dimension filled with countless many times more powerful people than even eternal gods.

Although he didn’t know the full extent of the Black Flame sovereign realm strength, the eternal gods’ level of strength can be considered a middle-level powerhouse here. Not to mention there are still the Three Great Flame Lords and the Sovereign himself.

The battle was just beginning, and currently, it was child’s play, as neither side was really strong enough to make their move. Everything happening now—the world-shaking clashes, the legions of abyssal horrors, the cataclysmic destruction tearing the realm apart—

It was just the prelude.

The real war would start when those above Eternal Gods—the True Transcendents—finally took the stage.

BOOM!

The skies raged as the battlefield descended into utter chaos. Flames clashed with darkness, gods fell like dying stars, and the world itself trembled under the weight of war.

Seeing the abyssal side losing momentum, a burst of powerful, eerie darkness comes out from the void behind the cracks. And with that, terrifying auras from the abyss started to come out.

BOOOM!

Abyssal energy surged forth like a black tsunami, swallowing light, and devouring space.

And with it, they arrived.

Like phantoms rising from the depths of oblivion, ancient abyssal warlords stepped into the battlefield.

Each one radiated an aura that could shatter worlds.

Their presence alone cracked the sky.

Their very existence corrupted reality.

They were the Eternal Gods of the Abyss.

These were not mindless beasts. Not cannon fodder. These were true predators—rulers of darkness, forged in the abyss for eons.

One of them, a towering behemoth with six abyssal horns and a body that oozed liquid shadow, let out a deep, resonant growl.

With a single swipe of his claw, he split an entire battlefield in two.

Thousands of warriors—obliterated.

Another, a warlock-looking figure draped in robes woven from the whispers of the dead, raised a single finger. A cursed black star formed above him—a miniature apocalypse, pulsing with the power to erase entire legions.

The war had reached a new level.

The Eternal Gods of both sides clashed.

BOOOM!

One of the Black Flame Realm’s commanders, a warrior wreathed in golden-black flames, shot forward like a divine meteor. His spear of molten light pierced through an abyssal beast the size of a mountain, turning it to ash in an instant.

But before he could celebrate, a shadow moved.

An Abyssal Warlord appeared behind him, its claw already reaching for his soul.

SLASH!

A wall of black flames erupted between them, forcing the abyssal warlord back.

A similar thing happened as different eternal god-level beings collided all over the realm, creating space storms and small black holes, annihilating everything in their way.

Apollo at the Emberheart City looked outside where the battle was the most intense with a shocking feeling, and he, with space rules, could only run away in such a terrifying playing field.

There were almost more than three hundred eternal gods from the Black Flame Sovereign Realm who were fighting against the similar-level Abyssal warlords.

It was a truly horrifying scene, but because of the runic formation or because of Sovereign’s protection, even after such a world-ending battle, and such power, the city remained standing tall without a single brick damaged in the ongoing war.

As Apollo stood frozen in awe, watching the war of Eternal Gods unfold, high above in the grand Flame Palace, the Black Flame Sovereign observed everything in perfect clarity.

Seated on his throne of eternal black fire, his posture was calm—almost indifferent.

Yet, his eyes burned with unfathomable might.

Through a single thought, he saw it all.

Every clash.

Every fallen god.

Every crack in the very fabric of reality.

He had not moved a single step, yet his presence loomed over every battlefield like an unshakable force.

It wasn’t arrogance.

It was absolute power.

The war raged across countless battlefronts, but not a single detail escaped his perception.