Portals of Judgment—The Angelic Invasion Begins

A stunned silence fell over the battlefield.

The mighty Velgrynd, the Scorching Dragon, lay motionless, defeated and neutralized by none other than Veldora.

The air crackled with residual energy from their fierce battle, but now, all eyes were locked onto the outcome—on the unthinkable.

No one—not Rudra, not Feldway, not even Rimuru—had ever imagined Velgrynd being overpowered in such a way.

Rudra, standing at the heart of the Eastern Empire's command, clenched his fists, his face twisted in disbelief.

"Impossible…" he muttered under his breath.

Even Feldway, hidden in the shadows, observing from a distant vantage point, clicked his tongue in frustration.

"Tch… So, even Velgrynd wasn't enough."

His cold, calculating eyes narrowed. He knew that the Empire had now played their last hand.

"That means… it's time to send them."

A chilling smile spread across his lips.

"The Angels."

Suddenly—

RIP! RIP! RIP!

The sky above Tempest was torn asunder.

Then, another tear above Ruberios.

Another over the Dragon Kingdom.

Then the Ice Continent.

Then El Dorado.

Everywhere.

The fabric of space itself ruptured, as golden portals burned through reality, and through them, a new army descended.

First, the sky filled with a deafening, ethereal hymn—a sound like a thousand celestial voices singing in perfect harmony.

Then—

They came.

Angels.

Millions of them.

Each clad in shimmering, blinding armor.

Each carrying divine weapons—some with blazing spears, others with holy swords, and some wielding terrifying lances that pulsed with divine destruction.

They were not mere warriors.

They were the executors of divine will.

They descended from the heavens like a tsunami of judgment, their divine energy turning the sky into a sea of golden flames.

And their first order—EXTERMINATION.

In his frozen domain, Guy Crimson's crimson eyes glowed as he watched the celestial invasion.

His throne of ice pulsed with his energy.

Misery and Rain, standing at his sides, gasped in astonishment.

Rain scoffed. "Hah. Millions of them? They must really be desperate."

Misery frowned. "Guy… Should we—"

Guy grinned.

"Finally… something fun."

The Ice Continent quaked, and his aura ignited, sending a chilling, fiery presence across the battlefield.

In the Dragon Kingdom, Milim Nava's entire body trembled.

But not in fear.

In pure, unrestrained excitement.

Her lips curled into an ecstatic smile as she watched the golden flood of angels pour into her world.

"YES!! THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR!"

Beside her, Midray buried his face in his palm.

"Milim… just… don't—"

BOOM!

Before he could stop her, Milim launched herself into the sky, tearing through the air like a meteor, heading straight into the chaos.

Midray sighed. "…She never listens."

Luminous stood atop her grand cathedral, watching as her city was bathed in golden light from the angelic invasion.

Beside her, Hinata Sakaguchi, the strongest Holy Knight, tightened her grip on her sword of judgment.

Hinata frowned. "This isn't just any force… they're executioners."

Luminous smirked. "Good. That means I don't have to hold back."

She raised her hand—

A massive divine sigil burned in the sky.

Her voice rang out like a goddess delivering divine decree.

"This is MY land. If they wish to bring judgment, then I shall return it a thousandfold."

Draguel and his brother Glassord stood atop a mountain overlooking the battlefield, their immense auras shaking the land.

Behind them, Draguel's three sons—Dagura, Laura, and Debura—watched in awe.

Glassord exhaled. "It has begun."

Draguel's lips curled into a grin.

"Finally."

Dagura cracked his knuckles. "Father, we should be the first to strike."

Draguel placed a hand on his son's shoulder.

"Not yet." His golden dragon eyes gleamed. "We strike when they least expect it."

In El Dorado, Leon Cromwell sighed as he watched the sky split apart.

The Holy Empire's defenses activated, forming golden barriers around the city.

He turned to his generals.

"This isn't just a battle. It's a test of survival."

He unsheathed his holy sword, the golden blade burning with divine energy.

"Let's show them why we rule this land."

Back in Tempest, Rimuru stood at the center of his city, watching as angelic lances of light rained down.

Explosions erupted across the streets, as buildings were turned to ash.

Shion gritted her teeth. "They're hitting everything!"

Benimaru's eyes burned with fury.

"Then we fight back."

He raised his hand—

"ALL UNITS—ENGAGE!"

And then—

All of Tempest moved as one.

Zegion vanished into shadows, reappearing behind dozens of angels, slicing through them with precision.

Geld and the Orc army roared, their massive weapons crushing celestial warriors.

Ranga unleashed storms, bolts of lightning ripping through the sky.

Hakuro's blade shimmered, severing angelic limbs in perfect, calculated strikes.

Gobta… barely dodged an attack and pretended it was intentional. ("Ha! Too slow, angels!")

From my hidden realm, me and my lovers—watched the chaos unfold.

Diablo stood beside me, his arms crossed, red eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Velzard smirked. "So, Feldway finally played his hand."

Ultima licked her lips. "I want in. Let me rip them apart."

Testarossa remained composed, but her fingers twitched with excitement. "This war is only beginning."

Carrera grinned. "Dibs on the biggest one."

I just chuckled, my eyes gleaming as i watched the battlefield.

"Patience."

My lovers sighed, but obeyed.

Because i knew—

This was just the beginning.

Across the Cardinal World, the battle between Feldway's angels and the forces of Tempest, the Demon Lords, and the world's strongest warriors had reached a fever pitch.

The sky burned with divine energy as celestial beings clashed with the Demon Lords, knights, warriors, and anyone with power who stood against them.

It was a grueling battle, but against all odds—

The Cardinal World was pushing the angels back.

From his hidden command post in another dimension, Feldway watched the war unfold with a scowl.

The angels—his divine army, the bringers of the new world order—were being repelled.

It was not acceptable.

He clenched his fists. "Tch… The resistance is stronger than I anticipated."

At his side, Zelanus, the Lord of Aberrations, watched with his usual cold detachment.

Feldway turned to him. "Send in the Cryptid Army."

A slow, eerie grin spread across Zelanus' face.

"As you wish… they will feast."

Across the battlefield, portals of darkness ripped open.

A new army poured forth.

They were grotesque. Twisted. Monstrous.

They resembled giant insects, their exoskeletons black as night, glowing with ominous red lines of energy. Some had humanoid shapes, others were behemoths the size of mountains, their claws dripping with toxic energy.

And worst of all—

They were even stronger than the angels.

The tide of battle shifted instantly.

Where before the forces of the Cardinal World had been gaining ground, now they were being pushed back.

Each Demon Lord found themselves confronted by a Cryptid general, beings that rivaled even the strongest warriors of the Cardinal World.

Rimuru in Tempest faced a Cryptid Lord that could manipulate space itself, phasing in and out of existence with every attack.

Guy Crimson clashed with a horrific beast of molten rock and ice, a creature immune to both extreme heat and cold.

Milim's opponent was a towering, insectoid titan, its body layered with impenetrable exoskeletons that could withstand even her Dragon Knuckles.

Luminous and Hinata fought a cryptid that absorbed light itself, vanishing into the shadows before striking with terrifying speed.

Draguel and Glassord faced a Cryptid Lord that wielded time manipulation, slowing their movements while striking with deadly precision.

The world shook as the battles raged on, each fight a clash of titanic forces.

As the battlefield became a living nightmare, Feldway knew it was time for his final act.

A portal opened before him, revealing Dino, still in Draguel's domain.

Feldway's voice echoed through the connection.

"Dino."

The lazy fallen angel, leaning against a ruined pillar, groaned. "Ugh… what now?"

Feldway's eyes gleamed. "Release him."

Dino's face twisted into a grimace. "You're serious?"

Feldway's voice was ice. "Do it. Unseal Fenn."

Dino sighed. "…Fine."

He turned to the ruined ancient prison that had stood undisturbed for centuries.

Inside was Fenn—Draguel's long-forgotten brother.

A being of pure destruction.

Unlike Draguel and Glassord, who sought balance—Fenn lived for carnage.

He was a perfect pawn for Feldway's war.

Dino raised his hand, muttering the ancient incantation that held Fenn's prison shut.

The moment the final word left his lips—

BOOM!!!

The entire continent trembled.

A horrific roar erupted from within the prison.

A voice, deep and raw, filled with centuries of hatred, echoed across the land.

"WHO… DARES… FREE ME?!"

The seals shattered.

The air itself vibrated with terror.

Dino smirked bitterly. "…Yeah, this was a bad idea."

The war had just reached a whole new level of chaos.