379: Broken Wings

The Demons came with overwhelming force, their speed exceeding imagination.

"Kill them all!"

"Enjoy this bloody feast!"

"This is my chance to become a god!"

The Demons of the Ninth Layer surged out like a tide, carrying dense demonic energy, as if to devour everything. Having received ample supplies, these Demons became exceptionally powerful, and they mercilessly poured into the Star Realm, launching a bloody massacre.

The Demons frantically swarmed into the Star Realm, dyeing continent after continent crimson. These once vibrant lands had now become ruins, with rubble and corpses everywhere.

Facing the invasion of the Demons, the living beings of various continents rose up in resistance. They employed various means, including magic formations, magic-guided cannons, and runic technology weapons, attempting to stop the Demons' advance. However, despite their best efforts, the Demons' power was too immense, and their defenses were quickly breached.

As time passed, a bloody aura permeated the air, intertwining with the demonic energy, making the already dense demonic energy even thicker. This demonic energy seemed to want to break through the Star Realm's restraints and reach the Celestial Realm.

Only those few struggling rays of holy light seemed to indicate that there were still people resisting.

.........

"The fall was too fast!"

"Why haven't the True Gods provided support yet? Are we just going to wait for death like this?"

"Yesterday, another Faith God fell, torn apart alive by a Demon God; his godhead and divine kingdom also became nourishment for the other party..."

"Perhaps the True Gods are just preparing some things. Once they descend, they will surely launch a desperate counterattack."

The Angels' firm belief began to waver, their hearts filled with despair and fear.

So much time had passed, yet not a single True God had entered the fray.

Could it be that they had truly been abandoned?

"The taste of an Angel is truly wonderful!"

"This is the purest flesh and Soul, nurtured by divine power, simply a rare delicacy in the world!"

"Ecuador merely devoured some remnants of Faith Gods and used that opportunity to successfully break through to the Demon God level, which is truly enviable!"

Star Realm creatures could no longer satisfy these greedy Demons.

Angels and Faith Gods were the most delicious food in their eyes.

The reason why the two races were naturally hostile was because they were predators to each other.

The flesh and Soul of Angels were the best prey for Demons, and punishing and eliminating Demons could also allow Angels to advance quickly.

This improvement was not only in level but also in the comprehension of laws.

The greedy Demons gradually gathered, wanting to extinguish the last remaining holy light in the Star Realm.

........

"I didn't expect the Star Realm to fall so quickly."

Lin Ye felt a little relieved that his side's forces had retreated quickly, otherwise, they really would have become the foundation for the Demons' advancement.

"This Celestial Realm is too passive; something feels off," he mused.

"It's indeed too abnormal. The Celestial Realm seems to have no preparation for resistance. If the True Gods are weak and unwilling to fight, it wouldn't be all True Gods like this; there must be brave ones."

Within a group, all kinds of personalities exist.

Even in a weak nation, there will be resolute individuals; even in an ignorant species, wise ones will be born.

"I estimate there must be an order from the God King among them, but what the specific plan is, I don't know," he said.

Lin Ye agreed. From the current situation, it seemed the Celestial Realm wanted to make a big move.

They were even willing to sacrifice some Angels and Faith Gods.

........

"Clang~"

With a crisp sound, a long sword emitting sacred flames streaked across the sky, flying straight towards the Pantheon in the Celestial Realm.

The Pantheon, as the most sacred place in the Celestial Realm, governed almost all matters of the Celestial Realm. However, at this moment, before this solemn temple, a divine statue was shattered by a single sword strike.

"Lady Lucy, what are you doing?"

A group of temple guards in magnificent armor quickly gathered, their eyes filled with shock and confusion.

"Doing what? The Angel Clan has suffered such immense losses; shouldn't the temple give me an explanation?" Lucy's voice was cold and firm, her eyes flashing with anger.

As soon as she finished speaking, a dazzling holy fire, like a burning sun, instantly spread out, mercilessly scorching everything around it.

"Calm down! Calm down! Lady Lucy, this is the temple; how can you be so presumptuous?" a temple guard shouted anxiously.

Facing this sudden turn of events, the temple guards dared not be negligent in the slightest and quickly assembled. Three thousand divine guards jointly cast a powerful formation, attempting to restrain Lucy's divine kingdom to prevent her from continuing to destroy the temple.

"If I don't get a satisfactory answer today, then this temple has no reason to exist," Lucy's tone was resolute, completely unmoved.

A holy sword, shining with golden light, flew out from her body, instantly expanding against the wind, becoming immensely huge. At the same time, she also revealed her true form: a beautiful and majestic Angel with enormous wings.

"She even used a divine artifact... It seems Lucy is truly enraged this time." Inside the temple, a gentle-mannered deity sighed softly, shaking his head.

"The holy sword formed by divine power alone was able to shatter the divine statue; it seems Lucy's strength has improved quite a bit."

This was an old man with grizzled hair. He wore a white robe, its sleeves fluttering in the wind, as if he had merged with the surrounding environment. His gaze was as brilliant as the stars, deep and wise, revealing wisdom and power accumulated over the years.

"God King, are you really letting her cause such a ruckus? This is getting too ugly," the gentle deity said. His voice was soft and peaceful, giving a warm feeling. His eyes were full of compassion and tolerance, as if they could encompass everything.

"Since we're using her Angel Clan as a sacrifice, it's only right to let her cause a bit of a scene," the God King replied with a smile. There was a hint of helplessness in his voice, as if he also found this matter a bit tricky. But his tone remained firm.

Though the old man had white hair, the vitality he exuded was as vast as a world; this was the God King.

"Sigh, we truly owe her, but someone has to be sacrificed, otherwise how can we gain their trust. However, are we really not telling Lucy our plan?"

The gentle deity frowned, showing a hint of unbearable pain, his heart filled with contradiction and entanglement.

His divine heart seemed to have cracks, and he couldn't help but begin to doubt whether his choice was correct.

"Armani, standing at a high position, one's considerations are not limited to an individual, or a single race. You still have much to learn," the God King said.