The forward defenses were breached on every front.
The combined fleets gathered by the entire Empire held out for only a few hours beneath the crushing onslaught of the boundless nightmares before collapsing into a full retreat.
The deities at the very front, along with the hundreds of elite legions they commanded, suffered devastating attacks from the Nightmare Demons. Most were annihilated, many ascended deities died in battle, and the remaining forces were divided and surrounded by troops outnumbering them dozens to one, leaving them desperate.
The seventh hour after the war broke out.
Several Nightmare Demons led the Nightmare Swarm in a forced invasion of the Abyss. The Angel Legion stationed there was wiped out, the Abyss's transmission mechanism was destroyed, and only a handful of survivors escaped.
The tenth hour.
The entire God Frontier shook as the ravenous maw of that calamity formally entered the outer ring of the Main Universe, swallowing countless laws and stretches of space.
The twelfth hour.
The main force of the Nightmare Swarm invaded the largest star sector in the Main Universe's outer ring, launching a vast slaughter across the Frontline Industrial World and the Medical World. Countless planets were destroyed in a short span of time, and the last defensive forces assembled by the Main Universe were swiftly dismantled.
The defenses the entire Empire had spent more than a century building were dispersed and burst like bubbles in a dream in just half a day.
Defeat came so swiftly.
In truth, everyone knew.
The reason they had endured for a hundred years after this apocalyptic catastrophe descended had never been their own strength. It was because one person had shouldered the burden and pressed forward for them.
But most still fought desperately to the last moment of their lives.
Because even in