Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1139: Things Escalated Fast 2

The moment Clawed saw the Royal Demon ships appear in the sky, he couldn’t help but smile slyly. With a click, he activated the communications device on his arm. The begrudging voice of Father Black came through on the other end, sharp and irritated.

"What?" Father Black’s voice echoed, heavy with impatience.

Clawed responded calmly, his eyes still trained on the fleet above. "The remaining party members have arrived."

There was a brief pause on the other end, followed by a frustrated grunt. "Hmph... fine," Father Black muttered, the reluctance clear in his tone. "I’ll be there shortly."

Meanwhile, deep within the control room of the Regent’s city, the atmosphere was tense but meticulously controlled. Nikky stood at the center, barking precise orders to the staff as they operated the mechanical systems, their fingers flying over glowing interfaces. The room hummed with energy as the machines bathed with ancient symbols began to stir.

Elder Isaiah and Elder Zod stood nearby, their eyes keenly observing every detail, as this moment was the culmination of their life’s work. Their greatest weapon was coming online against actual threats, a project born from generations of planning and refinement. The control room shook slightly as the final checks were completed.

Outside, a massive, deafening rumble echoed through the city as the ground itself began to shift. A huge hole opened in the earth, its sheer size unimaginable. Slowly, with the groan of ancient metal grinding against stone, a colossal barrel emerged from beneath the surface, stretching into the sky like a skyscraper. Its surface was covered in glowing runes, each one pulsing with ancient power, resonating with the energy of the planet itself.

The weapon, known as The Plane Destroyer, had been built for one purpose—absolute destruction. The runes along its barrel flared brighter as they aligned perfectly, pointing directly at the Demon ships that hovered ominously above the earth in space. The city below seemed to hold its breath as power surged through the massive structure, its final target locked in place.

Nikky’s voice cut through the tension, cold and steady. "Prepare to fire."

Elder Isaiah’s hands trembled slightly as he watched his life’s work inch toward its ultimate purpose. Elder Zod placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "This is it," Zod said softly, his voice a mix of pride and fear.

Outside, the skies grew darker, the looming armada casting deep shadows as The Plane Destroyer prepared to unleash its devastating power. At the same time, the god’s Mountain also hovered not far from the earth.

All gathered for their own purpose.

And The rest of the world stood on the brink of a conflict that would shake every realm, mortal and divine alike while certain figures of the rest of the cosmos watched in anticipation. After all, whatever happened next would decide a delicate balance of things.

On the god mountain, the atmosphere shifted the moment the Demon ships appeared in the sky. A wave of panic rippled through the divine assembly. Odin, standing at the forefront, widened his remaining eye in sudden realization. His voice thundered across the mountaintop, breaking through the chaos.

"They are already here! There is no time. We must combine our power NOW!"

At his words, sheer panic overtook the gods. Their eyes were wide with fear, their desperate need for survival clear as day. This was the fear of the Demon royal families and what they were capable of doing.

Instantly, they stretched their hands toward Odin, sending their Faith Power—essence drawn from their worshippers—surging toward him.

In their desperation, some of the gods pushed too much of their power at once, weakening themselves. A few even collapsed onto the ground, breathless and trembling, drained of the energy they needed to stand. But they didn’t care. Their survival was the only thing that mattered now.

The Faith Power swirled around Odin in a brilliant storm, spiraling upward into the sky. The energy gathered above his head, condensing into a massive, blindingly bright ball, crackling with divine force. The very air around them hummed with power as the gods’ combined strength funneled into him.

Odin stood firm, his grip tightening on the shaft of his spear as the energy pooled above him. Then, with a deep, measured breath, he removed the eye patch that had long concealed his secret weapon. His single eye, glowing with a fearsome light, burned with the fusion of ancient Laws—time, fate, and more. This was no ordinary eye.

It was his holy tool. The Eye of Odin.

And it was also the instrument for invoking the Odin Sleep—the one action that could call forth untold salvation, depending on how it was used.

Odin’s eye blazed as the energy surged into him, a power so vast it threatened to tear reality apart. He stood at the precipice, ready to unleash the god’s final gamble.

On seeing this, Ares suddenly chuckled. And then he walked forward towards Perseus and Crusher. In seeing this, Demeter and Hera gopt ready for battle.

However, Perseus suddenly patted Demeter’s back, "don’t worry, the acting is over."

"Over?" she thought out loud. Hera too was confused. However, before their eyes, Crusher and Perseus waved their hands, and white holy energy blazed around it, instantly healing their injuries.

"You know, you almost ruined the plan." Crusher spoke up as he turned to Demeter.

"Plan?" She asked again in confusion.

However, Ares walked over, "are you sure it will work?" he spoke to Crusher and Crusher nodded. "Don’t worry, it came from Our Regent, it will definitely work.

Demeter could not take it any more again, "What are you talking about?"

Perseus turned to her. The Gods in their true form were much taller than humans with Crusher who was the biggest barely reaching her waist.

But she immediately gave him attention.

"This was all a very detailed plan. But we could not have pulled it off without Ares, the god of war and destruction."

"What do you mean?"

"We needed someone that was at the helm of power. But we could not use you, because we knew that Odin with his wisdom will not trust the words that come from your mouth, especially because you have relations with our Regent..."