The Mad Opening Ceremony

The surge of Magic Power easily seeped into the plane of Mount Celestia through the crack, and the angels who sensed the fluctuation immediately sprang into action. Weapons in hand, they rushed to the source of the Magic Power energy, attempting to find any evil beings that had taken the opportunity to invade Mount Celestia. However, the angels did not find the evil sorcerer or other terrifying creatures they had imagined. Instead, a huge, strange black object lay quietly on the ground. Although it looked quite malevolent, the angels could not sense any aura emanating from it. There was no life, no death, no evil, no good; it was there, yet it seemed like an empty shell, devoid of anything.

"Report this to the great deity immediately."

Just as the angels made their decision, the strange thing suddenly twitched, and then time seemed to freeze throughout the world.

The power that had been sealed and suppressed erupted in an instant. Life and death, organic and inorganic, sacred and evil—these forces, which were originally incompatible, unleashed their fury with maximum force after being freed from their shackles. For the angels, it was only a matter of a moment. They only felt a blur before their eyes, and then, a powerful energy burst forth, beginning to pollute the entire plane of Mount Celestia.

Twisted darkness coexists with life, while holiness is inseparable from death. This bizarre combination has surpassed the limits of all that gods and humans can imagine. It has begun to spread like a plague. Even the power of Mount Celestia cannot resist the darkness that contains goodness or the evil that is full of life. They are just unconscious condensations of power. Even if the angels wield their weapons and try to destroy those disgusting shadows, they will only achieve temporary victory - followed by a long defeat and death.

The sky began to descend into chaos, the earth into a trance. The intense conflict caused the most fundamental source of Heaven to falter. As the stronghold of goodness and order, Mount Celestia naturally felt an instinctive aversion to darkness and evil. However, faced with this already chaotic and collapsing combination of attributes, the power of the plane began to hesitate and waver. It could not determine whether it should suppress this change, but the rampant power clearly would not stop its rampage.

"Wow, that's really impressive."

Hidden in the darkness, the Goddess of Theft stared in astonishment at the sky and the eerie earth that resembled a volcanic eruption. Even gods had never witnessed such chaos and distortion. As the guardian and creator of order, such a thing would not appear even in the most absurd dreams. However, precisely because of this, the Goddess of Theft sensed that this was not something an angel could contend with. To completely eradicate the corruption, the God of Justice had to personally intervene.

This was the opportunity Li Lin had given himself.

With that thought, the Goddess of Theft concealed his aura and quickly disappeared into the mountains shrouded in darkness.

Just as the Goddess of Theft had foreseen, the God of Justice was already furious when he realized that his plane had been corrupted.

"Damn Arcane Mage! You've got me in your way time and time again!"

Not only had they destroyed the Wheel of Fate he controlled, canceling the originally predetermined destiny, but they had also killed his guardian dragon. And now, this damned mage has even extended his reach to Mount Celestia! This is absolutely intolerable! Although the clashes between the realms of those gods had put considerable pressure on the God of Justice, it had also replenished his previously weak and exhausted divine power. The God of Justice now possessed enough divine power to fight, and these troublesome contaminations were clearly insignificant to him.

"You go to the Prime Material Plane and destroy that evil empire and mages! Leave this to me!"

The command of the God of Justice instantly spread throughout the minds of the angels on Mount Celestia who were battling the condensed forces of madness. Upon receiving the command from the great and supreme god, these angels no longer hesitated. They abandoned their entanglement with these mad and terrifying beings and instead headed towards the enormous rift—the passage to the Prime Material Plane.

Thousands upon thousands of angels emerged from the cracks, a sight that was breathtaking in itself. They floated like white clouds across the azure sky, displaying immense power and invincibility under the divine light. At this moment, the undead army began to collapse completely. The undead creatures, whose core was negative energy, were utterly unable to withstand the pure divine aura. They lost their former strength; their muscles and bones crumbled under the light. Many undead creatures even turned into dust and vanished into thin air, never to be seen again.

This scene gave new hope to those who had not yet died; they raised their hands and praised the glory of the great god. But for Li Lin, it was a loss that was entirely within his plan.

"Prepare to retreat."

Watching the approaching sacred light barrier, Li Lin calmly issued the order.

"Ringwraith City is preparing to land. Level One alert... Inform Angela she may begin."

"Hahaha, did you see that? The evil mage!"

Floating in the air, Henderson watched the floating city recede backward and couldn't help but laugh excitedly. The moment he opened the dimensional portal, Henderson had completely abandoned his human body and become one of the angels. Now, clad in pure white, holy armor, wielding a longsword wreathed in flames, and with white wings sprouting from his back, he stood at the forefront of all the angels—by the command of the God of Justice, he would lead these angels in the first wave of attacks against the evil mages.

"Charge!! People of God, to once again spread the glory of justice throughout this evil world, and to destroy the Root of evil and darkness!!!!"

"Where do you want to go, you male dog?"

A cold, mocking voice rang out at this inopportune moment.

Angela was still wearing her usual black dress, her jet-black wings spread out enormously, and the giant scythe in her hand was so dark even under the holy light, as if it were the solidified limit of death in the world.

"You're not allowed to go anywhere, you mad dog. I'm tired of you, and so is your master. Your fate ends the moment you open the dimensional portal. Now, you're nothing but useless trash. Have you finished urinating? Have you prayed to your god? Ready?"

Even under the sacred light, Angela's wielding giant scythe still brought with it the coldest wind—a condensation of death and evil that could never be resisted, avoided, or ignored, the purest malice appearing nakedly in this world.

"Come on, you glowing chicks! No matter if you come in hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions, billions, billions, trillions, or even trillions!!!! I will not let you cross this threshold! Your fate is singular!! That is death, eternal death, absolute death bestowed upon you by me!!!!"

A dark shadow erupted.

As Angela finished speaking, the enormous scythe was swung out, like a demon's claw reaching into the white clouds. In the blink of an eye, dozens of angels were cleaved in two by the scythe's sharp blade, their cries of agony fading into the very energy and existence that formed their bodies. Stimulated by this, the angels also took flight, raising their weapons and calling upon the name of their great god. Then, tiny black shadows were enveloped by the white clouds, but then, red stained the clouds.

"Hahaha, hahaha, again, more and more!!"

The enormous scythe tore apart the angels' corpses, staining even more angels red with their blood. Angela laughed shrilly, ripping all obstacles in her path to shreds. Her hands pierced through the chests, throats, abdomens, and heads of angels, grabbing whatever she could, only to be torn to pieces by the black whirlwind. There were so many angels that Angela had to step into the head of one with her left foot and kick into the chest of another with her right, wielding the scythe with her left while gouging out the eyes of another angel with her right, and simultaneously biting through the throat of yet another unfortunate creature. Even her wings were riddled with angels who had tried to attack her; their blood and power were drained by the dark wings, and they breathed their last in despair.

Blood splattered, death and darkness completely overwhelmed the power of light and holiness. The clouds shrank only for a moment before crumbling apart. In the next instant, the first Angel Legion, numbering in the thousands, was wiped out, all becoming Angela's victims. And she didn't use any extraordinary means; she simply used the most savage and brutal violence to dismantle everything.

"Hehehe, hehehe, again, again, more, give me more death, give me more life!!"

Angela crushed the head in her hand and began to scream wildly.

"I need more death, more blood, more corpses, you lowly creatures, bring me pleasure! Faster! More! Hahaha, hahahaha, Henderson, come on!! Don't be so stingy, what are a few thousand? Give them to me! Tens of thousands of angels, come and play games with me!!"

"Kill!! Kill that little girl!! I'll tear open her chest, rip out her heart, fill her womb with holy water, and insert an angel's feather into her brain!!"

Henderson raised his longsword high, as if responding to Angela's provocation.

"Kill her! She must die, even if it means destroying the world, even if it means sacrificing all the angels, she must die!! This demon, this evil, this little bastard!!!!"

The Angel Legion was silent for a moment, then unleashed another wave of overwhelming, frenzied power.

Everything has lost its order and meaning.

It's either survival or death.

"Stupid idiot."

Upon noticing the arrival of these angels, Angela's eyes revealed naked murderous intent and contempt.

Then, a deafening roar ripped through the sky, and powerful magical energy transformed into a beam of light that grazed Angela's body and shot into the angels' legion.

The fortresses on the ground have begun to change shape. They haven't left the area of the sacred canopy. For mages with corresponding protective abilities, the radiance filled with divine power is not fatal. And now is the time for them to make their move.

"Annihilate all these angels, leave no one alive! Avenge our empire!"

The burning desire for revenge made these mages more focused than ever before. They aimed at the large, fluffy white clouds in the sky, using all their strength to condense powerful magic, which then suddenly erupted, tearing through the sky amidst the roar of magic cannons.

The angels began to roar and scream, trying to bypass Angela and eliminate the enemies behind her. But Angela stood firm, blocking their path. Whether forward, downward, left, or right, she seemed to be able to appear anywhere at once, blocking any enemy or book she wanted to stop. No angel could survive before her, and many more white feathers became the final victims of Angela's brutal attacks.

The mad war had thus truly begun.