131: Chapter 131

Lucifer and Shemhaza looked at each other, then gestured to their subordinates behind them.

Everyone instantly entered a battle-ready state.

They had already made up their minds that even if they had to fight to the bitter end today, they could not let Shiva have his way.

The Fallen Angels and Grigori could no longer stand idly by either.

They knew in their hearts that if Heaven was taken down by the Hindu Pantheon and Shiva gained control of the Three Realms, they would be the next to suffer.

Shiva sneered as he watched them prepare to fight. "It seems you are all bent on seeking death. But do you really think we three Supreme Gods are the only ones who came here today?"

Just as his voice fell, dozens of figures suddenly emerged all around.

As soon as these people appeared, even the weakest among them was at the Middle Maou-Class level.

The entire hall was instantly packed to the brim.

The faces of the people from the Three Factions instantly changed.

Even Serafall's expression was grim; she had already made things very clear just now, but these people didn't give her any face at all.

The Underworld indeed lacked the confidence to speak up right now, unless the Red Dragon Emperor was willing to step forward and back them up.

The two sides quickly clashed in a chaotic brawl.

As soon as the battle erupted, the entire Heaven fell into utter chaos.

The Hindu Pantheon had sent out the elite of their elites this time, along with several affiliate forces of the Greek Pantheon.

If it weren't for the Three Factions' familiarity with Heaven's terrain, they might have been knocked flat right at the start of the clash.

What was originally a duel between a few top-tier powerhouses ended up turning into a massive melee.

Heaven was in complete disarray.

Michael stood there, quietly watching his subordinates fight for their lives.

Though his face was grave, there was not a single trace of panic in his expression.

Seeing this, Shiva also began to wonder—could this guy really be hiding some trump card?

However, Shiva was not afraid.

He hadn't fully unleashed his strength yet; if he were to get serious, even if he had to face the Four Seraphim working together, he could still suppress and overpower them.

The situation on the battlefield shifted too quickly.

The once-lofty Three Factions were actually starting to struggle now. The way these guys from the Hindu Pantheon fought was too crazed, a completely desperate tempo that left the Three Factions with no room to even pull out their treasures. If the high-end powerhouses hadn't gotten serious yet, Heaven would probably be on the verge of collapsing by now.

Standing on high, Shiva watched the situation gradually tilt in his favor, a smile playing on his lips. "Michael, the capability of your Three Factions is nothing more than this," he said unhurriedly. "I will give you one last chance now. If you still can't make up your mind, then don't blame me for wiping you all out."

Serafall stepped forward, blocking the middle. "Everyone, take my advice and stop for now. Heaven is about to collapse. If we must have peace talks, we can still negotiate now. If Heaven is destroyed too severely, the entire Three Realms will suffer as well."

Shiva didn't buy it at all.

He sneered, "Hmph, Serafall, do you think I don't know what you're scheming? Aren't you just trying to buy time? Go ahead, stall all you want. That kid, the Red Dragon Emperor, won't be coming back, in my opinion."

He knew very well in his heart—by encroaching step by step with this style of fighting, the Hindu Pantheon would achieve total victory sooner or later. He had plenty of patience.

And up until now, the high-end powerhouses hadn't even made a move. The longer it dragged on, the greater their chances of victory would become.

Serafall stole a glance at Michael.

Why wasn't this guy anxious yet?

It had already reached this critical juncture, a matter of life and death, yet there wasn't the slightest hint of panic on his face. Not only him, but the three Seraphs beside him all wore expressions of embracing death with open arms.

Shiva naturally noticed this anomaly as well.

He felt a faint chill in his heart.

Sure enough, in the next second, a turning point occurred on the battlefield.

The Three Factions, who were previously suppressed and beaten, suddenly seemed as if they had been injected with adrenaline, their bodies glowing with light, clearly receiving the blessing of Heaven's power. The situation reversed instantly, instead pushing the people of the Hindu Pantheon back step by step.

Shiva's face changed as he glared at Michael. "Michael, what on earth are you up to!"

Everyone's gaze focused on Michael.

Why was there a sudden blessing of Heaven's power? And how did it also happen to help the Fallen Angels and Grigori?

Michael grinned. "Hehe, Shiva, you forced my hand. I have sacrificed Heaven."

He laughed without restraint.

The faces of the three Supreme Gods of the Hindu Pantheon instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Shiva's face was gloomy as he stared at Michael's triumphant face.

He really hadn't expected this guy to be hiding such a ruthless move.

In an instant, the tide of battle was completely turned.

His own side suffered heavy losses; in just a single clash, nearly a quarter of the Middle Maou-Class powerhouses fell, and even several High Maou-Class ones died.

Shiva grit his teeth.

It seemed he had no choice but to play his trump card today.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Lucifer and Shemhaza; there was no surprise whatsoever on their faces, which were perfectly calm.

It was obvious that these three guys had colluded long ago, intending to make him disappear completely today. "Shiva, we didn't want to go this far either. You only have your own arrogance to blame." Michael's laughter carried a sting. "I have already sacrificed Heaven. Now, everyone from our Three Factions can receive the buff of Heaven's power. This is my territory, and you cannot escape today even if you grew wings."

Why had he been so calm earlier?

It was because he had already planned his retreat.

Once things went south, he would not hesitate to sacrifice the entirety of Heaven.

Originally, this card was meant to be played during the most critical moment of the Great War of the Three Realms, but he hadn't expected to be forced into a corner so soon. "Michael, you are truly a madman." Serafall frowned, her voice laced with uncontrollable worry.

She knew very well in her heart.

Once Heaven was sacrificed, even if they won this battle, Heaven could not be saved.

This was not just a loss for Heaven; to the entire Three Realms, it was a disaster.

What was even more critical was that Heaven suppressed a large number of evil entities.

Once these things all escaped, the Three Realms would likely experience an unprecedented catastrophe.

Shiva could no longer care about his status and immediately made his move, charging to slaughter the people of the Three Factions.

Vishnu and Brahma wanted to stop him.

However, Shiva was also confident—even if Michael had sacrificed Heaven, the initiative was not completely lost. Powerhouses of their Super Devil level were not easily suppressed.

But Michael didn't take this seriously at all. He looked at Lucifer and Shemhaza with a sneer, "Since we've reached this point, you two shouldn't hold back either. I will share the sacrificed power with you. Let's attack together."

The two of them exchanged a glance, nodded, and charged straight into the battlefield.

The remaining three Seraphs pinned down Vishnu and Brahma.

The tide of battle instantly transformed.

With the blessing of Heaven's power, the opponents were like cockroaches that couldn't be killed. Even if Shiva personally attacked, he could at most severely injure them, but could not kill them at all.

The people of the Human World looked up at the sky, completely terrified by the strange phenomena in Heaven.

Golden rain fell from the sky, and wild winds roared across the ground like wailing.

They had no idea what was actually happening in the sky.

But those in the Three Realms who did not participate in the battle all knit their brows.

Everyone was guessing in their hearts: Had this war reached such an extent? Could even the Red Dragon Emperor not stop it?

Sensing the changes in Heaven, they could only sigh in the end.

Once this battle was over, the structure of the Three Realms would likely change completely, and Heaven would probably vanish directly.

Looking at the troublesome crowd before him, Shiva also frowned.

If the battle continued at this rate, the people of the Hindu Pantheon would probably be wiped out.

He no longer hid it, directly unleashing the fused power of the Power of Destruction and the Power of Destruction.

This power was too fierce; even the angels blessed by Heaven were instantly blown into ashes. "Shiva, you indeed have ambition," Devil King Lucifer said with a grim face. "I didn't expect you to have already devoured the Power of Destruction. No wonder you were so arrogant some time ago."

Now everything lined up, exactly as the Red Dragon Emperor had analyzed back then. "Hehe, a bunch of ants," Shiva sneered, madly harvesting lives.

Devil King Lucifer and Shemhaza exchanged a glance. Without wasting words, the two of them attacked simultaneously to deal with Shiva together.

Serafall stared at Michael, who was on the verge of going mad, and spoke with a face full of worry, "Michael, stop quickly. It's still not too late. Once Heaven is destroyed, all your power will disappear, and you will dissipate along with it."

She naturally knew that to sacrifice Heaven, one must use the Sacred Gear, Eternal Paradise.

That was the Sacred Gear of the Ruling God back then, and its power was terrifyingly immense.

With one careless mistake, Heaven would follow in the footsteps of the Ruling God.

Hearing her words, Michael gave a bitter laugh. "Serafall, do you think saying these things is of any use now? It would only make people laugh if word got out. I know the Red Dragon Emperor didn't want your Underworld to get involved, and your Underworld also knows what we want to do. So just watch from the sidelines. When the time comes, maybe you can even collect our corpses."

Whether it was the Three Factions or the Hindu Pantheon, both sides had already suffered heavy casualties.

This was the price they had to pay today.

This place, Heaven, had completely descended into utter chaos.

Shiva had completely gone mad with slaughter. He fought with all his might, every move wrapped in the Power of Destruction. Devil King Lucifer and Grigori Shemhaza were directly blasted into severe injuries, coughing up blood as they stumbled back, unable to even stand firmly.

The two exchanged a look and admitted with bitter smiles—even though they were both Super Devils, the gap in their strength was ridiculously massive.

Serafall clenched her hands tightly, with only one thought in her mind: Red Dragon Emperor, please come back quickly! If this goes on, the entire battlefield will collapse.

The combat power before them was almost the entire foundation that the Three Realms could muster. If it was all wiped out, there was no telling what kind of trouble the world will would stir up.

They didn't even dare to think about such consequences.

As time passed second by second, Heaven began to totter. Those entities suppressed within all let out excited, strange laughs—as long as Heaven collapsed, they could break free from their seals!

The flames of war in Heaven burned hotter and hotter, and the casualty numbers skyrocketed.

The once magnificent Heaven, shrouded in holy light, was now riddled with scars, with smoke and the smell of blood permeating everywhere.

Unknowingly, this battle had been fought for a day and a night. The casualties on both sides grew more and more, and they fought almost to the point of numbness.

On the side of the top combat power, Devil King Lucifer and Grigori Shemhaza kept rolling through a cycle of getting injured, recovering, getting injured again, and recovering again, fighting Shiva to the death. They used all their means but could only barely hold Shiva to a draw.

The three Seraphs of Heaven watched the situation before them, their brows furrowing tighter and tighter.