Born With A Divine System

CHAPTER 35: WAR (1)

Out of the darkest crevices of the universe lay a lone, dying planet. Once a thriving world, its sun had long since vanished, leaving behind only echoes of its former glory.

The land was barren and desolate, with turbulent winds sweeping relentlessly across its surface. Acid rain continuously poured from the thunderous skies, flooding the world and corroding what little remained. Darkness blanketed the planet, as thick clouds of dust and smoke obscured any hint of light.

Yet, amidst this eternal night, an unprecedented occurrence presented itself. A single ray of light pierced through the endless darkness, illuminating the barren landscape and signaling events to come to pass. The heavens above trembled as two massive portals warped into existence. One radiated with divine energy, its light pure and blinding, while the other pulsated with demonic Qi, exuding a malevolent aura that threatened to consume everything in its path.

From the first portal emerged the army of light, a celestial host of angels, each one a paragon of divine might and purity. Their golden armor gleamed in the dim light, their wings shimmering with an ethereal glow. They quickly organized themselves into several brigades; each unit numbering in the thousands and moving with disciplined precision according to the plans of their celestial strategist. Shield walls were erected, spearmen poised their weapons, and archers drew their bows, their arrows ready to rain down upon their foes.

Spread across the entire planet, the brigades of angels formed an impenetrable barrier, surrounding the area where the second portal had opened. From this portal, the army of chaos began to emerge, a seemingly endless stream of unholy warriors, demons, and abominations. The heavens shook under the weight of their numbers, and the very air seemed to vibrate with their terror.

As the forces of chaos poured forth, the angels maintained their formation, their resolve unshaken. They knew that their duty was to hold the line, to defend the universe from being consumed by the demons until their trump cards arrived. Each angel stood ready, their weapons blessed and their spirits unwavering.

Eventually, the entire army of Diablo had arrived. At the forefront were the generals of chaos, beings of immense power and malice. Their eyes radiated an unholy maleficence, and their very presence seemed to incite fear around them.

Behind them, seated on a grandiose throne of obsidian and bone, was Diablo himself, the symbol of evil, and the orchestrator of this invasion.

Diablo's presence was overwhelming. A handsome and young-looking deity he was. His raven-black hair is short and silky, his striking crimson eyes burned with an infernal fire, and his aura radiated pure malevolence. He surveyed the battlefield with a twisted smile, relishing the chaos that was about to unfold.

In response, the archangels of the heavenly host stepped forward, their divine energy radiating in defiance of Diablo's authority. Chayyliel, the embodiment of valor; Araqiel, the defender of justice; and Raphael, the divine healer; each prepared to face the impending onslaught. Right behind them were the three mortal kings. Adam, the image of God; Kael, the strongest Thornshrade; and Aris, the lord of the Frostvale.

Strangely though a key set of noticeable individuals were missing from the battlefield. The Lord and archangel Michael were nowhere to be found, which slightly worried the celestial army, but they didn't show it of course.

'We just need to hold them off till they get "him" his weapon'

Chayyliel thought to herself.

The two armies stood in stark contrast. The air was thick with tension, a predominant silence before the storm.

Then, with a deafening roar, the battle began. The forces of chaos surged forward, crashing against the angelic shield walls with ferocious intensity. The angels held their ground, their divine weapons clashing with the unholy armaments of their foes. The battlefield erupted into chaos as the two sides clashed, the sound of battle echoing across the desolate planet.