After evolving from an eagle-man into an angel, I annihilated the gods.

The 997th level of the abyss.

Azkler led his demon army to the familiar Crimson Plains.

At this moment, besides him, two demon kings and more than a dozen demon lords had already arrived on the Crimson Plains with their demon legions.

Because the number of demons led by Azkler was so small, it attracted the attention of the demon kings and demon lords.

Most of the demon kings in the 997th level of the abyss know each other.

One of the demon kings looked at Azkler and laughed loudly.

“Azkler, how did you end up in such a sorry state? Your demon legion is no better than those minor demon lords.”

Azkler blushed upon hearing this, but didn't know how to refute it, so he just roared.

"Hmph, Boebius, you'll see when you're down on your luck."

"Even when I'm down on my luck, I'll never be like you are now."

Boebius showed him no respect whatsoever, and another demon king stood by, mocking him mercilessly, showing no sympathy whatsoever for his fellow countrymen.

To some extent, this is one of the manifestations of the chaos and disorder of the abyssal demons.

Just as the three demon lords were about to fight each other.

A demon king with silver eye patterns on his forehead and two horns on his head and body emerged from a huge spacetime portal.

"Stop your pointless bickering. All demons, you may come in with me now."

The three demon kings stopped abruptly and led their legions into the time-space teleportation portal.

Azkler led his demon army through the portal to a scorched land.

This place seems to have been scorched by flames for thousands of years, filled with an atmosphere of decadence and decay.

An elite demon legion and a powerful demon king have been guarding this place for many years.

The demon kings here are often the direct descendants of the Silver-Eyed Demon God, and they hold the power to allocate newly arrived demon legions.

To Azkler's good fortune, because his demon army was so small, although he was scolded, he was assigned to the central front of the Abyss Demons and the world of Fakeren, so he didn't have to face that powerful god who had recently advanced.

Furthermore, the central front is where the demon legions have the greatest advantage, allowing Azkler to slaughter more creatures and acquire more souls.

With the arrival of the new Demon King and Demon Lord, and their demon legions, the central defenses of the world of Falkalon collapsed once again.

Another kingdom was razed to the ground by the demon army, villages were burned, farmland was burned to ashes, cities were reduced to ruins, and countless nobles and commoners perished, their souls harvested by the demons.

The flag of the Kingdom of Roddy fell to the ground, the king and the kingdom's knights were killed in battle, and the Kingdom of Manta, which was originally in the rear, suddenly became the front line.

Looking down from above the world of Fakeren, the eastern, central, and southern defense lines, which were originally a straight line many years ago, have now all turned into a ")" shape.

Large numbers of desperate refugees fled to the rear, praying for help from their gods, unaware that their gods had fallen before the kingdom's destruction.

Generally speaking, the rapid fall of a kingdom has a negative impact on the faith in the gods, and may even cause the faith to collapse, because a large amount of negative emotions will impact the gods' kingdom in an instant.

Therefore, sometimes, some deities who are unwilling to see their kingdom of believers destroyed will choose to fight to the death.

To date, many gods have perished in the world of Fakeren, and countless refugees have been scattered across the rear of the world. Everyone is praying for hope, but no one knows when that hope will arrive.

.....

The Flanders World.

The year is 2700 in the Elven Dynasty calendar.

The fourth Heavenly Mountain.

After a hundred years of rigorous training, a million-strong angel army stood in formation in mid-air above the Heavenly Mountain.

When the number of people reaches tens of thousands, it becomes boundless.

A million angels arrayed themselves in the void, like a vast ocean. The clanging of steel and the flapping of wings transformed into the sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses, shaking the heavens.

Four archangels stood at the very front of the legion, their faces filled with fervor, leading a million angels in a respectful bowing to Jiang You.

The sight of millions of people bowing down at the same time was magnificent and exhilarating.

These are not a million mortals, but a million angels who are at least legendary.

midair.

Standing before all the angels.

Jiang You was unusually clad in platinum armor, his wings forged from light radiating a divine glow, and the halo above his head was pure white and flawless.

He stood with his hand on his sword, his handsome face full of majesty, looking at his vast army of angels, and nodded slightly.

Then he raised the long sword at his waist and gently swung it into the void!

"Let's go!"

A million angels simultaneously raised their flaming swords and shouted.

"The Angel Legion is invincible!"

"The Angel Legion is invincible!"