Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1142: One Shot Into Space 2

As Clawed received the order from Father Black, his fingers tightened around the communication device as he relayed the instruction. "Nikky, fire the weapon," he said coldly, his voice laced with grim anticipation.

In the control room beneath the Regeant’s city, Nikky heard the order and immediately signaled the staff. Her voice rang out, resolute and unwavering, "Prepare to fire."

The mechanical hum of the massive weapon grew louder as the ancient runes etched into its colossal barrel pulsed with energy, lighting up in a brilliant array of colors. Elder Isiah and Elder Zod stood at her side, their eyes gleaming with pride and anxiety as their life’s work reached its moment of truth.

The ground outside trembled as the weapon, a monolithic cannon larger than a skyscraper, rose fully from its underground silo. Its barrel, carved with ancient runic inscriptions and symbols of power, now pointed toward the heart of the demonic battle raging in space.

"Fire!" Nikky commanded.

The blast that followed was unlike anything seen before. A single, concentrated beam of radiant light shot into the sky with a sound so thunderous it shook the very core of the Earth. It was as if the weapon had ripped through the atmosphere itself. The beam was not just light—it was pure, destructive energy, infused with the power of the ancient runes and technology. The air crackled and sparked as the beam shot upwards, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.

In space, the demons—locked in savage combat—didn’t have time to react. The beam cut through the void, its trajectory true, and in an instant, it slammed into the heart of the battlefield. The impact was cataclysmic.

The first ship, caught directly in the blast’s center, disintegrated on contact. There was no explosion—just obliteration, as if the vessel had been wiped from existence.

The energy expanded outward in a brilliant sphere of destruction, swallowing up everything in its radius. Ships near the epicenter crumbled and were torn apart, their once-mighty hulls reduced to nothing more than fragments. Demon warriors who had been leaping from one vessel to another were vaporized mid-flight, their forms dissolving into the blinding light.

For miles around, the shockwave spread. Entire fleets that had been once formidable and unyielding, were caught in the blast, their energy shields failing as the unstoppable force of the weapon pierced through them. Hulls splintered, energy cores overloaded, and explosions rippled across the sky, sending debris spiraling into the abyss.

The once vast armada of the Demon Royal Families was now a battlefield of smoldering wreckage. Where once there had been dozens of warships engaged in furious combat, now there were only remnants—floating debris, twisted metal, and the dying embers of infernal fire.

For a moment, the battle was silenced. The sheer force of the blast had been enough to bring even the most powerful demons to a standstill. Those who had survived, their vessels just outside the weapon’s immediate radius, watched in shock as the battlefield they had once dominated was reduced to a graveyard.

In the aftermath, the silence in space was deafening. The royal families’ forces hovered, their ships damaged, their commanders in disbelief. But as their fury returned, thoughts of retaliation ignited within them.

The Powers turned their gaze toward Earth, eyes burning with vengeful resolve. "How dare you maggots?" Malachor bellowed in extreme wrath. His words echoed the same thoughts of the other Powers.

The Blast had not been enough to cause them direct harm, but it did irreparable damage to their forces.

The humans had struck first, and now, it was time for them to pay.

"DESTROY THEM!!!" Baaldrith ordered.

However, as they prepared to rain their fury upon the planet, something strange happened. The space surrounding Earth began to shimmer with a golden hue, a protective aura that hadn’t been there moments before. The demons’ attention was drawn downward, where they saw the source of the glow: Odin’s Sleep.

The entire Earth was now cocooned in the shimmering, pulsating power of faith energy—an impenetrable shield that separated the planet from the chaos of space. The golden energy undulated, casting a serene but unyielding barrier between the world and the royal demons.

Their rage turned to shock as they realized what had happened.

The Lenny Family was indirectly displaying their might, in both offence and defence.

The Odin Sleep was a force beyond even their combined might.

To attack the Earth now would be suicide—every blast, every spell, every weapon they would throw at the planet would be absorbed by the godly power. Even the Powers could see this at one glance.

It was an impenetrable defense, forged from the very essence of divine faith, and they knew there was no way to break through it without suffering catastrophic losses.

For now, the fighting was over. The demons, despite their thirst for vengeance, were forced to reconsider their next move. The weapon from the Regeant’s city had temporarily settled the battle, and now the golden shield of Odin’s Sleep held them at bay.

The Earth had become an untouchable sanctuary, and the Demon Royal Families, as powerful as they were, could only look on in frustration as the planet remained beyond their reach.

This of course would not be the end of it. After all, until this time, the battles between the royal families had been skirmishes at best.

The war would continue in brutality for many many years, all across the universe, encompassing the death of billions of lives and the destruction and subjugation of many planes.

Powers of who owned what territory would shift many times, and Chaos would become the new norm. But no matter how chaotic it would be, it would never touch the Eighth Earth.

After all, the story of how one plane, with the weakest species ever bullied the Demon royal family would spread for a long time, making the space around the eighth earth a very feared region.

It was in this moment the legends of the Lenny family began to touch the cosmos.

Meanwhile, the person that had caused this, Queen Of Hell, Wife of The Morningstar, and The King of The Eighth Earth’s king, now stood before Lady Death, "Yes, I am sure of it." She answered Death with conviction...