Setting aside the assembly of the Avengers for now, the military and technological competition among the countries of the Earth is in full swing.
The war between Heaven and Hell has finally erupted.
Under the call of God Yahweh, Heaven, led by Archangel Michael and other archangels, tore up the peace treaty and launched an attack on Hell.
The Heaven's Gate opened, and countless angels invaded Hell, engaging in fierce battles with the demon legions led by Hell lords who had long been waiting.
This war was almost entirely unequal; over a dozen top-tier Hell lords were killed, which significantly reduced Hell's combat strength compared to Heaven, leading to Hell quickly falling into a disadvantage.
As for the battles between the demon and angel armies, they seemed intense. The skies of Hell were filled with falling bodies of demons and angels, and weapons were scattered all over the ground, presenting a cruel yet tragic scene.
In reality, what truly determines the direction of the war is not these armies, but the top-tier combatants.
Even if the armies win, if the top-tier combatants lose, it is still a defeat.
Fortunately, since Heaven was invading Hell and fighting on foreign ground, the Hell lords, despite being outnumbered, could barely hold on for a short time due to their home advantage. However, if the war dragged on, Hell would inevitably face defeat.
Both Heaven and Hell were aware of this fact.
The Hell lords seemed determined to fight Heaven, refusing to retreat even in the face of death. This fierce spirit appeared to have intimidated Michael and the other archangels, causing them to hold back.
In reality, aside from these top-tier leaders, no one else knew that this was all a charade.
Yahweh had already reached a deal with Mephisto and the other Hell lords. As long as the objective was achieved, the world of these Hell lords would still exist.
This grand war was unknown to everyone except the key players, causing onlookers in other dimensions to be astonished by the ferocity and determination of the Hell lords who seemed to fight without regard for their lives.
However, among the astonished observers, only Bi Xiao had a clear understanding of the situation.
He watched silently.
After all, Mephisto, the ruler of Hell, had already aligned with him. Knowing all the details, Bi Xiao was in no hurry. He gathered Wanda, Bella, Pietro, and others to watch the drama unfold.
Even if it was to trick Bi Xiao, the war was real. Michael and the archangels were genuinely fighting the Hell lords.
If they didn't fight for real, Bi Xiao would see through the deception.
Thus, Bi Xiao decided to wait, letting these presumptuous individuals fight it out, and also letting Wanda, Bella, and others witness what a battle of the Celestial level looks like.
Given Wanda's talents, watching battles of this level would be very beneficial for her.
The fighting was intense. Without interference, Heaven might indeed win, but the war would last for years.
A thousand-day war was standard.
Bi Xiao had no interest in waiting that long. He planned to observe for a month or half a month, let Wanda and the others digest what they saw, and then prepare to step in.
This was an extreme tug-of-war and a strategic game.
Both sides were calculating several steps ahead, and only the key figures of Heaven and Hell had yet to enter the battlefield. No matter what, the ultimate victory would be decided by these top-tier leaders.
As time passed, while Earth was at peace, the war between Heaven and Hell had already lasted for a month.
Countless bodies of demons and angels filled Hell.
The brutality of war was fully displayed, with blood, corpses, and souls filling Hell. Wanda and the others, initially enthusiastic, became somewhat numb over time.
Fortunately, their main focus was on the battles between the Hell lords and archangels.
Otherwise, their minds would have been filled with blood and corpses.
In wars of this level, even those with slightly weaker wills could go insane after watching for a few days.
During this time, Bi Xiao was speeding up the completion of the Golden City. When the time was right, he knew it was time to step in.
Hell.
Boom!
Accompanied by dazzling, holy golden light, the dark and blood-red world was temporarily dispelled. Half of Hell turned golden, as if transformed into Heaven. Michael, clad in armor, with three pairs of pure white wings fluttering, wielded a cruciform sword in one hand and a round shield in the other.
Facing him, a powerful Hell lord, surging with rampant energy, had his wounded body quickly healed by the energy.
Michael's eyes, under his helmet, shone with holy white light, cold and powerful.
"The Lord has said that the ultimate purpose of this war is to eliminate the heretic from Earth. For this, we do not hesitate to go to war with Hell, causing countless angel warriors to fall. But this heretic has yet to appear. Is it decided that he will not participate?"
"Or has the Lord's plan failed?"
Michael, questioning Yahweh's plan, then dismissed the thought: "No, impossible. The Lord is omnipotent; his plan cannot fail. So are we just testing each other's patience?"
"Or is the opponent waiting for us to be exhausted before appearing?"
Michael seemed to have figured out the key point and couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in his heart, but it was quickly erased.
At his level, he understood the thoughts of that rising human on Earth.
After all, if it were him, he would certainly do the same.
With a silent sigh, he knew that this war had to continue. Even though the sacrificed angels could be resurrected through the Rebirth Pool, it required a lot of time and resources, and their strength would be greatly diminished after rebirth.
Some weaker angels even had their souls absorbed and shattered by demons in the war.
They didn't even have the qualification to enter the Rebirth Pool.
"Damn heretics, I will personally ensure your judgment one day," Michael thought, gritting his teeth in hatred.
As Michael, driven by anger, charged towards the Hell lord to continue the battle, during the intense fight, the holy light he summoned through sacred chants shattered the black magic of the Hell lord in front of him. In that moment, a great fear suddenly surged in Michael's heart.
A fear akin to death.
It made Michael's body and soul tremble uncontrollably.
Without hesitation, completely disregarding the Hell lord in front of him, he began to chant to guide the holy light magic.
However, a strong hand lightly patted Michael's shoulder, and a voice filled with amusement sounded in his ear, "You seem very angry with me? Do you still want to preside over my judgment?"
The voice wasn't loud, but to Michael, it felt like a thunderclap in his heart. The holy light magic he was about to guide was interrupted, and he made a choking sound in his throat, unable to utter a word.
It felt as though his body and soul were completely torn apart.
The great fear of death reached its peak.
But it wasn't just Michael; the Hell lord opposite him was equally rigid, floating silently, desperately stirring black magic in an attempt to escape the overwhelming terror.
No matter how much it struggled, it was of no use.
Seeing this scene, Michael felt an indescribable and inexpressible fear.
Why? Why could someone approach him so silently, and what kind of terrifying power could erase his holy light and suppress the Hell lord?
As a six-winged angel, one of Heaven's highest powers, Michael had always been confident, believing himself to be second only to God Yahweh.
But now, he was completely immobilized by that invisible power.
"You, you..." Michael's lips moved under his mask, his angelic heart almost bursting with fear.
His mind was in turmoil, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence in his shock.
"You are very active. Since you are so loyal to your Lord, why don't you represent your Lord and go die first?" The man's voice behind him, like that of a grim reaper, echoed softly.
Then, playfully, he tapped Michael's shoulder with his index finger.
In the next moment, a vast and supreme divine power, through the fingertip, began to dissolve and erase Michael's angelic body bit by bit, turning it into specks of pure white light that dissipated, leaving only a soul, which then seemed to be absorbed by something and vanished into thin air.
Just like that, a powerful angel was silently and thoroughly erased.
This scene made the Hell lord on the other side tremble all over, looking at the man in front of him with fear. As a Hell lord, he had made a deal with Yahweh and naturally knew the ultimate purpose of this grand war.
Wasn't it to kill this man in front of him?
In the end, the act was played well, thinking he could continue to be a Hell lord in the future. The man was indeed lured over, but as soon as he appeared, he killed the six-winged angel Michael. It didn't seem like things would end well for him either.
This was a total disaster.
"Can I... be spared..." The Hell lord stuttered, sending out a mental signal to beg for mercy, but the man didn't even bother to glance at him. With a casual look, the Hell lord's body began to disintegrate just like Michael's.
The flowing clouds and water were broken down into materials, along with the soul, and thrown by him into the Golden City.
After being perfected by him, the Golden City resembled a massive automated processing factory. Any materials and souls thrown into it were automatically processed and upgraded without human intervention.
It aimed to ease worries.
Of course, if core aspects were involved, Bi Xiao would need to handle them personally.
Upon his arrival, Bi Xiao erased powerful beings like the archangel Michael and a Hell lord. As a result, the demons and angels fighting on the battlefield of Hell stopped simultaneously, as if they received an order. They then orderly retreated, surrounding Hell in vast numbers, densely packed and blocking out the sky.
Bi Xiao stood at the center, exuding an overwhelming pressure like an ocean.
However, Bi Xiao merely glanced around and ignored them. To him, they were nothing but cannon fodder. What truly concerned him were the Hell lords and archangels from other dimensions of Hell, who began breaking through dimensions to surround him upon his arrival.
As these gigantic beings surrounded Bi Xiao, the Hell lords and archangels jointly set up a barrier, sealing the entire dimension of Hell, fearing that Bi Xiao might escape.
But it wasn't just the Hell lords and archangels.
The two most important figures finally appeared.
Boom!!
The Heaven's Gate opened, towering above. White clouds filled the sky, accompanied by singing. The sacred power of holy light surged. Amidst the white clouds, Yahweh, holding the Book of God, looked down with mercy and compassion.
It was as if he couldn't bear the loss of life due to the war.
On the other side, amidst overwhelming dark energy, the throne of Satan, revered as supreme and holding the power of Hell, was elevated by a mountain of countless skeletal remains. Mephisto, the ruler of Hell, sat on the throne, his body crimson.
However, in a subtle detail, Mephisto's height was slightly lower than Bi Xiao's, indicating his subordination. If not for the presence of so many people, Mephisto would have kneeled before Bi Xiao.
No one paid attention to Mephisto's subtle flattery. Bi Xiao noticed it and, while expressionless, mentally acknowledged Mephisto's invisible flattery.
This old demon had many thoughts and ideas, but when it came to flattery, no one could surpass him.
Yahweh didn't notice Mephisto's subtle gesture either, thinking it was merely a show of submission to Heaven. He maintained a facade of mercy and compassion while inwardly enjoying it.
Being shown such submission by an equal made Yahweh, inherently vain, very satisfied.
He pondered giving Mephisto some benefits afterward.
Though killing Bi Xiao was not an option, making Mephisto a subordinate wasn't impossible. If Heaven needed to expand and plunder resources, having these Hell lords as front-line soldiers would be advantageous.
It was like raising a group of high-quality fighters.
Yahweh praised his own wisdom. As for whether Mephisto and the other Hell lords were willing, Yahweh couldn't care less.
In the grand scheme, those who didn't submit would simply become another glory under Heaven's conquests.
Yahweh looked down at Bi Xiao from the Heaven's Gate, immensely satisfied. His plans had finally come to fruition, and he could achieve his goal this time.
"Heretic..."
Yahweh, with a reluctant expression, was about to denounce Bi Xiao as a heretic, but suddenly sensed something amiss.
Looking closely, he noticed a missing archangel among those surrounding Bi Xiao.
Where was Michael?
His most loyal Michael?
It seemed a Hell lord was also missing.
Yahweh, puzzled, felt an ominous premonition.
"Heretic..." Yahweh's face tightened, ready to question Bi Xiao.
Bi Xiao didn't give Yahweh the chance to speak further. He slightly raised his head, looking at Yahweh at the Heaven's Gate, with an undisguised coldness in his eyes: "Old dog, I allow you to speak, but that doesn't mean you can be presumptuous."
Boom!!
In an instant, a terrifying and overwhelming aura erupted from him, and the golden magic power surged like flames, sweeping in all directions.
The surrounding Hell lords and archangels, though prepared, were still blown away by this vast, suffocating aura.
Amidst the golden ripples, his ordinary clothes were covered by a blue robe, embedded with shining silver armor, elegant and exquisite. He spread his hands.
Above the sky, countless golden vortices, like ripples on a mirror, appeared densely, numbering in the hundreds, thousands, and even tens of thousands.
The sky was completely dyed gold.
Numerous exquisite and magnificent weapons, including swords, guns, knives, and spears, emitted dazzling holy light, powerful and suffocating.
Like musical notes about to dance in a grand symphony.
Combined with the singing effects of the Heaven's Gate, the battlefield gained an epic and legendary aura.
Indeed, this war was destined to be remembered. The multiverse, the City of Gods, Asgard, and other major forces were all watching, witnessing the birth of a great legend.
Boom! Bam!
Under the astonished gaze of the Hell lords and archangels, brilliant meteors fell, dragging long tails of flame. Their immense aura suppressed the Hell lords and archangels, seeming to tear through and obliterate them in the blink of an eye.