The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

The words of the Goddess of Holy Light, filled with absolute confidence and utter contempt, were like ice water poured over Gray's head, causing his heart to sink.

This was his deepest worry and uncertainty—could the "Demon King Sword," which gathered the fortune of the demon race for ten thousand years and was entrusted with great hopes by the "sage," really kill a true god?

The answer left by the "sage" was already a vague "I don't know," but at this moment, the Goddess of Holy Light's indifference, which was by no means a bluff but stemmed from an absolute difference in power, was like an invisible mountain, pressing down on him so much that he could hardly breathe.

Reason was screaming at the gap, telling him that it was likely all in vain.

but--

How will you know if you don't try?!

Must we lose the courage to even wield our swords simply because of the strength of our opponents? Must the will of the "sage," the expectations of the demons, and the hope in Philippa's eyes all vanish in the face of this "impossible"?

no way!

A resolute light suddenly flashed in Gray's eyes, all hesitation and fear were forcibly suppressed, and transformed into a desperate madness and fighting spirit.

He stared intently at the Holy Goddess of Light, who sat atop her divine throne, not even bothering to dodge or defend herself, and frantically poured all his magic, will, and even soul into the Demon King Sword in his hand.

He let out a roar that seemed to tear his throat apart, gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, and with all his might, swung the sword at that supreme being, unleashing a strike that embodied all hope and despair!

It wasn't some sophisticated sword technique, just the purest and most direct slash!

At the same time, the familiar name of his ultimate move roared out from his mouth once again:

"I am atomic!!!"

boom--! ! !

This time, it was no longer a pure purple-black magical light curtain. The Demon King Sword seemed like a lit fuse, and the power of destiny belonging to the demon race for thousands of years contained within the sword erupted like a dormant volcano.

The vast torrent of purplish-black energy intertwined with the mysterious and unpredictable light of destiny, carrying the aura of racial fate, transforming into a destructive torrent that defies description and seems capable of severing cause and effect and shattering rules.

Wherever this torrent passed, the once incredibly stable space of the Celestial Realm trembled and twisted violently, like fragile glass, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable strain.

The sacred temple shook violently under the impact of this force, the holy symbols on the dome flickered, and even the eternally flowing holy light seemed to be suppressed and dissipated for a brief moment.

The entire Celestial Realm trembled under the power of this sword strike!

This is a roar that encapsulates the millennia-long struggle and resentment of a race, the most resolute resistance against a predetermined fate!

A devastating torrent, with an unstoppable and all-consuming momentum, instantly engulfed the divine throne and the radiant figure seated upon it...

Gray gripped the Demon King's Sword tightly, which seemed to be burning, and stared intently at the center of the burst of light.

Philippa held her breath, her heart pounding in her chest, her beautiful eyes fixed on the fateful blow.

The power of this strike even pierced through the barriers of the plane, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up unprecedented and violent ripples that swept across the entire world in the main plane.

The first thing I felt was the tremor of space.

It wasn't a rumbling sound from the ground like an earthquake, but rather the entire "framework" of the world itself groaning and shaking! Whether in bustling human cities or secluded forests, all living beings felt at the same moment that the earth beneath their feet, the air they breathed, and even the sky above their heads were emitting a low-frequency yet heart-palpitating hum and tremor!

Looking up, the sight was even more terrifying for all who witnessed it—the sky seemed to have become a huge curtain being gripped and shaken wildly by an invisible giant hand.

The clouds were torn into bizarre vortexes, and the sunlight became fragmented and flickering.

The flock of birds, as if struck by an invisible shockwave, instantly lost their balance and fell from the sky in droves, as if a desperate "bird rain" was falling.

They were not killed, but rather stunned by the spatial tremors that defied comprehension.

What followed was a catastrophic chain reaction that affected the entire world.

The earth seemed to be afflicted with an uncontrollable disease, and violent earthquakes erupted everywhere amidst the intense fluctuations in space.

The mountains were shaking, boulders were rolling down, the plains were cracking, and bottomless ravines were spreading like scars. Rivers, lakes, and seas were churning up abnormally large waves that were crashing against the dikes and coastal towns.

The sounds of collapsing buildings, people's screams and cries, and the terrified roars of monsters... all intertwined to create a lament for the end of the world.

Human farmers dropped their tools, staring in horror at the cracked fields and shaking homes. Nobles and commoners alike fled in panic. Magnificent palaces and humble dwellings were indistinguishable before the same roar of the earth.

The elves fell from the tranquil treehouse, feeling an unprecedented, agonizing shudder emanating from the Eternal Tree.

The orc shaman knelt on the ground, trying to communicate with the spirits of his ancestors, only to find that even the elements had fallen into unprecedented rage and chaos.

Even the monsters dwelling deep in the sea and the griffins soaring in the sky felt this inescapable fear that originated from the world itself!

"Is the world... going to be destroyed?!"

"It's divine punishment! It must be divine punishment!"

"The sky...the sky is shaking! How is this possible?!"

Similar cries of despair echoed across all races and in every corner of the world.

This was a terrifying sight that billions of beings in the main plane had never experienced, or even imagined. It was as if the very foundation supporting the world was crumbling, and the laws governing its existence were collapsing.

They had no idea that this world-ending omen was merely the aftershock of a demon king's all-consuming sword strike against a god in the distant, incomprehensible Celestial Realm.

Only a few people who know the inside story understand where this world-shaking tremor truly originated.

In the shadows of Bifeng Territory, or perhaps at a temporary safe gathering point, the Ten Shadow Attendants and the members of the Hero Squad almost simultaneously felt the tremor originating from the very foundation of the world, as well as the heart-stopping phenomenon in the sky.

In this somber and heavy atmosphere, a clear and deep voice, penetrating the tremors of space, clearly reached the ears of every core insider present, or rather, resonated directly in their mental links.

It's Alpha.

She remained at the forefront, gazing up at the distorted and trembling sky. Her visor concealed her expression, but her eyes, peering through the observation hole, were sharper and more focused than ever before.

She seemed to be able to penetrate the barriers between dimensions and feel the fateful blow that occurred in the Celestial Realm.

Amidst the chaotic and clamorous background, her soft, almost murmured voice, carrying an undeniable air of certainty, slowly rose to the surface:

"here we go……"