After conquering the Bronze Citadel, everything was smooth sailing.
However, the demons did not feel relaxed. Instead, they felt that the battle had become more and more difficult.
Some powerful and well-coordinated Greater Demons began to appear on the first level of the Baator Inferno. They were the vanguard that returned from the material plane and were responsible for stopping the demons' attacks to prevent the situation from deteriorating further.
The first level of the Baator Inferno was a huge arsenal.
It was the product of countless years of hard work by the demons. Once the thousands of arsenal were destroyed by the demons, it would not be easy to rebuild them.
The battle was in a stalemate.
It was as if everything had entered a strange calm, but a more terrible storm was brewing.
Avernus.
A huge portal had been built behind the demons' defense line. Armies of demons began to retreat from the material plane to the Baator Inferno. They left behind a batch of cannon fodder to stop the demons, which was enough to delay the mortals for a while.
The demons' strong discipline allowed them to quickly complete the reorganization after returning to the Baator Inferno.
Then, armies of demons began to move toward the frontlines. They had to stop the demons' attacks first, then find a way to take back the Bronze Citadel, and finally drive the demons back to the Abyss.
No one knew when.
The water of the Styx, which had been flowing peacefully for thousands of years, began to surge. The Blood River from Avernus began to rise.
Vaguely.
Countless souls wailed. They rose and fell with the water of the Styx, as if singing a dirge.
This day.
Even the ferryman and the Styx Amnesiac fled from the vicinity of the Styx, as if something terrible was about to happen!
The army of demons was happily returning to the Baator Inferno.
Although they did not conquer the material plane, all the devils had plundered a great deal of wealth from the material plane. They had harvested countless souls from the material plane, and these souls could be used to improve their strength or be transformed into low-level devils for their enslavement.
Above the Styx.
Søren's figure appeared out of nowhere.
His sight passed through time and space and locked onto the demons' barracks in the distance of Avernus.
The gigantic portal was still in operation, but the main forces of the devils had quickly and efficiently evacuated from the material plane, leaving behind only some cannon fodder. They were organizing a counterattack against the demon army, and at the same time, some impatient devils were digesting the spoils of war from the material plane.
"No one can despise death!"
"Anyone who challenges the Grim Reaper must pay the price!"
Søren's figure gradually faded away. Then, a three-hundred-meter-tall black giant appeared in the River Styx. Tens of thousands of souls of the dead flew up from the River Styx. As the three-hundred-meter-tall black giant took a deep breath, tens of thousands of souls of the dead were sucked into its body through its eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.
Then!
The water of the Nether River began to boil. Countless souls of the dead flew into the air. The dried bones that had settled at the bottom of the river were rolled up by the souls of the dead, forming many terrifying and ferocious souls of the dead. They bobbed up and down in the Nether River, letting out sharp and mournful roars that were filled with hatred and anger. The thousand-feet tall black giant raised both of its arms as if it was holding up the Milky Way. Along with the great divine power that shook the laws of the Baator Inferno, the river that had flowed peacefully for millions of years across the Multiverse was stirred into a ten-thousand-foot wave!
Boom!
A terrifying wave rose from the Nether River!
The water of the Nether River seemed endless. It swept up the river of blood and formed a terrifying wave that surged onto the land and swept towards the devils.
For a moment.
The world changed color!
The power of time, space, and the laws collapsed. A Gate of Death tore open in the void, and tens of thousands of Death's Servants crossed through space to reach the Baator Inferno.
The water of the Nether River swept across the world! Everything happened so quickly!
Even the incomparably elite devil army did not have time to react. Countless devils screamed in terror. Those that could fly tried their best to fly, while those that could teleport desperately tried to escape. However, the power of the laws of the Baator Inferno seemed to be interfered with by some powerful divine power. Some of their abilities were completely ineffective.
This powerful divine power had changed reality and space!
There was no room for them to react. The water of the Nether River poured down like the Milky Way!
Countless devils did not even have time to escape. In the blink of an eye, they were swept into the Nether River. The terrifying water quickly corroded their flesh, and even the pit fiends quickly melted under the water. In the blink of an eye, the army of demons suffered huge losses. As the demons that were swept into the River Styx died, countless souls of the dead gushed out of their broken bodies. The number of souls was incalculable. The souls of the dead gushed out of the demons' bodies. They tried to break free from the shackles of the River Styx, but no matter how hard they tried, they were still swept forward by the water of the River Styx!
The wrath of a true god!
The waters spread for three thousand miles!
The huge waves that rolled up from the Nether River stretched for three thousand miles, washing hundreds of devils into the Nether River. The souls that they plundered from the material plane also flowed along with the water of the Nether River, gradually converging toward the main stream of the Nether River in the Hell of Baator.
Traces of the terrifying disaster were left behind on the broken land.
Everything had happened too quickly. There were even many devil corpses that had not been completely corroded, leaving behind countless wreckage on the ground that was riddled with holes.
"No!"
An earth-shattering roar rang out, followed by the appearance of a blood-red figure with dark skin and hair. It had a pair of dark red horns on its head, and it was wearing a gorgeous blood-red robe and holding a ruby scepter.
In an instant.
The entire Baator Inferno shook, and countless demons and devils felt uneasy.
The phantom let out a furious roar, and quickly turned into a great devil that was hundreds of metres tall. It then charged towards the black giant above the Nether River.
* Rumble! *
The entire first layer of the Baator Inferno shook.
Countless souls surrounded the black giant, finally forming a pitch-black armour. It clashed head-on with the Lord of Hell in front of it. Under the terrifying collision of divine power, the Nether River quickly cracked and collapsed. A fissure that was tens of kilometres long snaked from the Nether River to a distant valley.
Space shattered.
The moment the two clashed, the surrounding space was clearly distorted. One could faintly see traces of spatial turbulence.
The battlefield of the gods was the Astral Plane.
Since the war between the first generation of demons and the ancient gods of Order, most of the battles between the true gods broke out in the Astral Plane. This was because they could easily destroy a layer. Now that the influence of the Avatar Crisis was almost gone, if Søren fought with all his might, it would be impossible to destroy the Baator Inferno. However, overturning the first layer of Avernus was definitely possible.
The Lord of Hell stared at the black giant in front of him.
As one of the oldest existences, no one could guess what he was thinking. He only launched one attack and then stopped. He then glanced at the wounds left on the ground, and then turned into a phantom again.
The black giant began to dissipate after the Lord of Hell turned into a phantom.
Thousands of souls poured out of his body and then merged into the tributary of the Nether River. At this time, the Nether River was already densely packed with countless souls, but even the greediest demon did not have any thoughts in his mind at this time. He could only watch as countless souls flowed along the Nether River and finally reached the place where these souls should go.
…
The Underworld. The City of Death.
As the black giant dissipated, Søren, who was standing at the top of the palace, also shook a little. Then, a trace of golden blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Master!"
A Servant of Death flew over with a pale face.
However, Søren quickly waved his hand and said, "It's okay. Now, send someone to take over the main channel of the Nether River in the Baator Inferno. "
The Lord of Hell actually held back.
According to Søren's idea, Asmodeus would definitely fight with him. However, he did not expect the Lord of Hell to be so powerful that he could hold back under such circumstances.
A golden light appeared.
The next moment, Søren's figure appeared in the Astral Plane.
"He still hasn't come out?" The figure of the God of Light appeared.
He seemed to be a little disappointed, but also seemed to have expected it. He murmured, "It seems that our plan has been seen through by him! … "
Søren did not speak.
After a long time, he said, "After all, that is the Lord of Hell – Asmodeus! Even if he didn't guess that we would join forces, he would suspect that my appearance in the Baator Inferno was a conspiracy against him! "
What a pity.
If he could lead Asmodeus to the Astral Plane, it would not be impossible for him and the God of Light to join forces to kill this super boss in the multiverse!
This was the only time that he and the God of Light could join forces.
This was the arrangement of fate and history. If it were not for all that happened in the Avatar Crisis, neither he nor the God of Light would join forces to deal with another person.
However, it was a pity that the Lord of Hell saw through all of this!
He held back.
He watched Søren roll up the water of the Nether River and slaughter countless demons. After the souls that they had plundered were swept back into the Nether River, he still held back the urge to attack.
This kind of cooperation could only happen once.
Once the Avatar Crisis was over, Søren and the God of Light would be the two sides of light and darkness. It was absolutely impossible for them to join forces to deal with the Lord of Hell again.
…
In the endless void.
The disappointment on the God of Light's face did not last long. He turned to look at the Source of Chaos and said slowly, "Everything is coming to an end."
"Yes." Søren also whispered, "It is finally coming to an end."
The power of the gods was recovering.
The stars in the night sky were getting brighter and brighter. The energy storm that caused the Avatar Crisis was disappearing. It would not be long before the gods returned to their God's Kingdom.
At that time, all the battles would stop temporarily.
Because everyone needed some time to face the world that was full of holes after the Avatar Crisis.
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