System's POV - Chapter 1458: The Forces Of The Apocalypse [Part 1]

Chapter 1458: The Forces Of The Apocalypse [Part 1]

The battle grew more intense with each passing minute.

Everyone lashed out like they finally found an opportunity to vent the centuries worth of grudges they’d been suppressing in their hearts.

Forneus and Rahab duked it out with each other, while Cranky took the initiative to deal with Zaphiel.

Wormwood smashed his gigantic fist on the Manticore, burying the bastard into the sea. The Plague Bearer rarely talked, but Thirteen heard it say the word “F*cker!” after punching Belial without holding back.

Dantanian and Pharzuph were locked in combat, not giving a damn about the other Celestials and Fiends around them.

By the looks of it, the two also had history. It was rather surprising since both were well-known as pacifistic social Fiends.

But they had met several times in the past hundreds of years, and both of them seemed to have their fair share of grudges with each other.

The army of the Sea Kings chose to not interfere in the battle taking place in the sky. They could try, but they would be the target of Zaphiel’s ire.

The Celestial Army had been blocked off by the shield dome Thirteen had casted to prevent them from interfering in the battle between the Celestials and Fiends, but they didn’t remain idle. They kept attacking, hoping to break through and help Zaphiel.

A few of the spectators looked amused, while one or two of them felt a little restless.

They expected a chaotic battle. The battle between Zaphiel’s and Forneus’ forces might be intense, but it was still lacking in their eyes.

Time passed without waiting for the victors, and before everyone noticed it, the fighting had already been going on for an hour.

There were still no clear winners between the two opposing forces. Clearly, this battle could not be decided that quickly, especially since most of them had the same rank.

That was when it happened.

Barman, the one hailed as the smartest among the Celestials, finally made his move.

While Apollyon’s and Mammon’s attention was focused in the battle, the Celestial secretly flicked the fan he was holding at Zion. Barman had turned his fan invisible, so it wouldn’t be seen in a short period of time.

And just like as planned, no one noticed it until it was only a few meters away from Zion.

Apollyon and Mammon understood that no matter what they did, it was already too late to save the teenage boy from being cut in half by Barman’s fan.

They expected Zion to move, but the latter kept its gaze on the battle in front of him.

A moment later, something fast intercepted the fan, preventing it from hitting its target.

“Thank you for the gift,” Camazotz grinned. “I’ll cherish this as my family heirloom.”

The Death Bat had opened a portal right next to Zion and caught the fan’s handle with ease.

Since Barman hadn’t used his full strength to throw his fan, fearing it would be noticed by his peers, the Death Bat was able to catch it properly.

“How dare you interfere, you insect!” Barman shouted.

However, Camazotz didn’t flinch. Instead, he opened the fan and casually fanned himself as if the one talking to him wasn’t a big deal.

“Are you sure you want to be here, Camazotz?” Thirteen asked without even turning to look at the Death Bat. “You might die here, you know?”

“Will you let me die?” Camazotz arched an eyebrow.

“… So that’s where your confidence is coming from huh?” Thirteen sighed. “You want me to clean up your mess for you.”

“Exactly!” Camazotz chuckled. “Besides, I’m not the only one who came to help you.”

Eleven more portals opened up around Thirteen.

Kamrusepa, Paimon, and Zapar emerged from three of them.

And to Thirteen’s surprise, the other members of the Order of the Apocalypse had also come to do battle.

“I see. So this is how it feels to stare at death in the eye,” Beelzebub said while staring at Barman. “It has been a while, Your Excellency.”

“I remember you…” Barman narrowed his eyes. “Weren’t you that wretched Jinn who begged for your life hundreds of years ago? You even groveled in front of me to spare your life.”

“Indeed.” Beelzebub nodded. “I was young and foolish back then and didn’t know what the word FEAR meant.”

“And now you do?” Barman arched an eyebrow.

“Oh, yes. Painfully so.”

“Then why are you here? The only thing waiting for you here is death.”

Beelzebub didn’t den or affirm Barman’s statement. Instead, he took out a sword. It was a double-edged sword with a grip wrapped in leather.

There were runes that were inscribed on its blade that glowed faintly in a golden color. The Majin King held this blaze and pointed its tip at Barman, as if daring the Celestial to come and fight him.

“It seems you’ve grown senile with age, you insect,” Barman sneered. “If you want to die, then I’ll grant your wish. You think that puny sword can even wound me?”

Thirteen who saw Beelzebub’s weapon had a completely different opinion than Barman. For a brief moment, he wondered how Beelzebub was in possession of a divine weapon!

The sword that the Majin King was holding was the Sword of Freyr. It was a special sword that could fight on its own. Even a complete beginner could match against a swordmaster without needing to train for years.

“I’m also curious if I can wound you,” Beelzebub said as the wings of a fly sprouted from his back.

He then took off to face off against Barman, but he wasn’t alone.

The other Majin King, Baal, followed behind him. The latter held a shield that made Thirteen almost rub his eyes in disbelief.

Baal was holding the Divine Shield, Aegis, whose defense could block almost any attack in the world.

Right behind them was Zagan, the third Majin King of the Order of the Apocalypse. In his grip was a mace that made Thirteen wonder if the three Majin Kings had robbed a Divine Treasury together.

The mace he was holding was the Storm Mace of Enlil. It embodied the power of wind and the destructive power of a tempest.

Suddenly, a thought came to his mind.

He glanced at the other members of the order, and every single one of them had a Divine Armament in their hands.

There was only one being in Solterra who could lend them such items, and it was none other than the God of Apocalypse himself, Metatron.