If one were to transplant 'Hell' to Earth, would it resemble something like this?

The skies were filled with thick black clouds that showed no signs of abating. The ground below was, in turn, saturated with blood, screams, ashes, and a suffocating stench.

Demons were born from the darkness with the sole purpose of destroying everything, and so, they proceeded to systematically erase any semblance of light and life from this world.

The Demon Lord stood in front of them. He stepped proudly on top of the city now reduced to ash and swept its gaze all over its surroundings.

"To be honest, the humans in this world are faring better against my army than those in the previous realms I've been."

The reason he hadn't made a move yet is because he has been observing the humans battling his army, either out of curiosity or for his own twisted amusement. If he wanted to, he could have annihilated them all without batting an eye, but from what he had seen, they managed to survive for several days which most nations and empires in all manaless worlds he had been to wouldn't last than a day to survive against the first wave of his demon army.

Remarkably, they had even defeated several Baron-rank demons and, astonishingly, even a Viscount-rank demon.

In all the manaless worlds he had previously invaded, the inhabitants were so pathetically weak that they were unable to defeat a single Baron-rank demon, and often mistook such demons for Demon Lords, which he found laughable to hear.

"Mist, arise."

As the words fell, a thick fog began to rise from the ground, and even more fog emanated from the Demon Lord's body. The fog acted as a barrier, obstructing the sight of Humans.

It had blotted out the sky and hid the moon, turning that part of the area dim and hazy. It shrouded not just General Santos, but even the expanse of sky above the city.

'I wonder if I have truly mistaken this for a low-level world,' he mused.

To confirm his suspicion, he used his high-level magic perception to see any signs of mana on this world, because other than biomatter and souls to devour from this world to make themselves slightly stronger, a world with mana is a treasure place for demons like him as they could convert or corrupt its energy into demonic energy, transforming this mana-rich world into a habitable place for demons instead of devouring everything and leaving it as a lifeless rock drifting in the vacuum of space.

For the first time in an extremely long while, when he used his advanced-level [Magic Perception] skill, the Demon Lord's heart that went dormant while wandering within the gap between dimensions had begun beating powerfully once again.

His assumptions were indeed correct. This was not a manaless world but one brimming with a more powerful surge of mana than any world he had ever encountered.

Finally, there would be enemies that could truly threaten his life. The true war was at hand.

To the Demon Lord, the sight of the battlefield filled with sheer, uncontrolled madness from all parties involved was pretty much the same thing as a marvelous gift from the heavens.

Could anything be compared to the pure joy derived from such battles?

Too bad the event he had been waiting for didn't materialize.

The Demon Lord grew more anxious as time continued to pass by.

Desiring to fight against the powerhouses of this world now, he wanted to get rid of all the nuisances bothering him as soon as possible and get ready for the battle against the truly strong beings that existed here, so without a doubt, the current situation was proving to be rather annoying.

It was then.

A voice interrupted the Demon Lord's deep deliberation.

"It's nice to see you again in this Physical Plane, old friend. Or should I say Demon Lord Andromalius?"

Andromalius looked down at the source of the voice and saw four beings of great power kneeling before him. One of them he recognized as Marquess Azmaveth, known to many as Death.



While not literally Death, Azmaveth possessed many death-manipulation spells, making him a powerful Marquess-rank demon within the Envy Clan. He was an old friend of Andromalius during their time collaborating their armies and invading countless worlds. He had known him for many millennia, but the other three behind him, not so much.







"I will do just fine, Marquess Azmaveth," Andromalius said telepathically, before glancing at the other three, and despite having an emotionless face, Azmaveth seemed to know what he was thinking.

"Milord, meet your three greatest followers, which are Archdemons in the Earl-rank. Introduce yourselves," Death commanded them.

The one in white stepped forward before falling into a bow again, "I am known as Lord Conquest. I do not remember my past before I became an Archdemon of the Greed clan except for the fact I conquered many lands before being betrayed by my son."

The one wielding a giant sword stepped forward as well and laid his weapon down at Andromalius' feet. "I am called Lord War. I was once a mighty king from the Golren System in the Celestial Sea. We achieved travel through the stars and waged war with many worlds till my kingdom controlled a thousand star systems. Before becoming an Archdemon of the Wrath Clan, I was killed by old age and left behind a falling kingdom."

The only female of the group stepped forward before falling into a kneeling position, her dragon-like tail wagging behind her, "I gained the title Lady Famine. I was the empress to a relatively small empire in my home world, but through some questionable means, I managed to expand the borders by ruining other nations' crops, starving their citizens and troops into submission to me. Before I became an Archdemon of the Gluttony clan, I fell in battle against a mighty dragon who Lord Death has bonded me with."

"And as the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, we swear to serve you faithfully till the day you no longer have need of us," they all said as one.

Andromalius nodded in approval, "I thank you for your loyalty. I'm sure we will get along very well," he said before turning to Death, "Azmaveth, inform these three our current situation. I will address the army regarding our offensive."

Death bowed his head before speaking, "As you wish, milord."

Turning his back against the four, Andromalius moved forward towards the edge of the building, where he faced a red sea of monsters.



"Rise, my Legions! Your Lord has called for you! Let us all bring damnation into this world and let them hear the message of the army of Lucifer!" Demon Lord Andromalius ordered.

At the front of Andromalius were thousands of demons, consisting of demonized humans, demonic knights, hell mounts, demons with bladed limbs, flying bottomless demons, angelic demons, demonic animals, demonic dragons, and many, many others. They all kneeled down in front of Andromalius in reverence, and awaited his orders.

"What a wonderful day this is! My children, it is now time for another world to fall into the hands of the army of Lucifer! Let us all sing praises and glory to our lord in Hell!" Andromalius declared, smirking as the golden-crimson irises in his pitch-black eyes burst with happiness and elation.

"As the 72nd Demon Lord among the 72 Pillars of the Ars Goetia, appointed by the king of all the netherworld. I, Andromalius, order each one of you to slaughter, enslave, pillage, devour, and corrupt the inhabitants of this world dry! Forward!"

With a single order, hundreds, no, thousands of demons surged forward, and began moving outside of their conquered territory.

The offensive of the demons had begun.

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It has been a day since the third offensive the Liberation Army Commander had attempted against General Santos City, and one of the commanding officers on the front could not have been happier.

The last few days were the hardest times of his life. He had faced hellish monsters everywhere and mostly watched his men get ripped apart by countless of these abominations. It was a nightmare.

The nation of Austronesia as a whole was in a state of war, and he was one of those tasked with commanding a battalion within this enormous army of 50,000 troops. Hundreds of IFVs, LAVs, JLTVs, and snipers were stationed in every field in the vicinity, with 100 tanks surrounding the city, which suddenly began to envelop by mist that was difficult to see through.

Just as he was about to contact high command about the recent situation, that's where he saw them.

What stepped out from the mist is a human, no, a possessed human after being slain by these demon knights. And then another. And another. Soon, more various kinds of demons were flowing out of the city in incomprehensible numbers.

With vicious roars, they all rushed forward, tearing across the fields at a speed that would shame athletes.

At that moment, one of the demons stepped on a landmine, which detonated and instantly ended a dozen of them.

"The enemy has arrived! Ready for battle!" shouted the commanding officer while firing the first shot with his rifle, and signaling the start of the battle.

The mechanized corps and all of the tanks started bombarding the demons, and the soldiers were shooting their weapons like never before in their life. Body parts flew everywhere in the air. As soon as the demons stepped out of the city, they were destroyed, but they came nonetheless.

Their Lord had commanded them to kill everyone present, and they would not stop until they accomplished their task. Even if they had to crawl using their spines without limbs, they would keep attacking. The landmines, rockets, and bullets had a great effect on their bodies, as their durability was not high enough to withstand the thousands of bullets hitting them every second.

"Heh, we are winning! Keep it up men! Look at them crawl towards us like babies! They can't come near us!" shouted a lead sergeant.

After about twenty minutes of endless waves of demons, the field was littered with flesh and blood, but they finally stopped coming out.

The morale of the soldiers from the second wave were in the heavens, they were giving high-fives to each other and cheered.

"Oorah!! Never mess with the Liber-tea army!"

"Freedom never sleeps!"

"Time to bring democracy to these demons!!"

But for the commanding officer and the soldiers from the first wave in this operation, they frowned. This was easy. Too easy to say at least.

They had been fighting in this city longer than the army of the second wave and knew the true horrors they had faced. They looked at the jubilant soldiers from the second wave, who seemed confident. These foolish soldiers hadn't seen the real terrors of the demons in General Santos and assumed that they had only encountered the minor ones throughout the war.

But at that moment, a single entity stepped out. It was a small humanoid, wearing a top hat and a British outfit, and his face seemed unclear from the distance.

After looking around for a few seconds, the demon in the british outfit did a 180 and went back into the mist.

They didn't understand what was going on. Was this man an enemy? Or just a lost survivor? But if so, how did he survive? And why was he wearing a British outfit?

After the mysterious man disappeared into the mist, the soldiers on the front noticed that something left the thick mist, but their human senses could not keep up with the speed these figures make, and in an blink of an eye, dozens of soldiers were instantly reduced to pieces, causing the nearby soldiers to step back in shock.

In front of them stood Death and War, looking around the massacre they had created, which no one realized had happened.

"So these are the humans Andromalius wants us to fight?" War sneered, his tone filled with disappointment, "I don't sense any mana in them. They are all too weak to be worth our time. This is a bad joke of an army even for that weak empire in one world I annihilated. Why are we here to fight these bacterias?"

Death shrugged, "Orders are orders."

War growled, "Then I guess this demonic invasion will end in less than a day," he sneered and raised his greatsword, "Forward!"

Then, the soldiers noticed something within the mist, and saw something that caused them to shiver in fear.

Following the two powerful archdemons were thousands upon thousands of Demonic Knights arrived on Hell Mounts.

The mere sight of countless of these abominations is enough for even the battle-trained soldiers to tremble. Several of them fainted, others dropped their weapon and started praying to their God, while others readied their weapons and sweated profusely.

But no matter how strong their mental power was, they all froze in place.

And at that moment...

Swoosh~!

Before any of them could react, Death rushed forward and cut down many soldiers with his scythe at a speed they could not even register the enemy was trying to kill them.

But many were able to catch their sight at the demon, who halted his tracks. And immediately after, hundreds of soldiers fired their guns at Death, illuminating everything around him with a streak of lights from the countless gunfire. Death, however, effortlessly slashes down the bullets at great speed, and with a swing of his scythe, he instantly cuts down over sixty soldiers, dozens of armored vehicles, and hundreds of trees in half.

War, meanwhile, wanted the most glory so he went after the big machines, the ones that had fire magic similar to a dragon. He lifted one, which was the Mobile Fortress Tank, with his pure strength and threw it at the fleeing soldiers.

Suddenly, another portal opened behind the army lines, where their tents were with the remaining commanding officers and higher-ups spectating and giving orders. They knew that another portal appearing was not part of their plans, so each of them started running as far away from it as they could, but it was all too late.

What stepped out of it made the other abominations look like average citizens. Releasing a dark aura around it made every enemy feel even more dread. And with all that, it stood over ten meters in height, making the soldiers underneath look even smaller.



This monstrous creature was the Arch Lich, one of Death's strongest summons.

"What is that?!"

"I don't know, brother."

"What the FUCK is that!?!"

Just seeing this being made the most ruthless, fearless, prideful, and the most experienced veterans who had been to many battles and horrors that could drive normal people insane, wet their uniforms. Many soldiers dropped their weapons and started running while yelling in fear and crying like a bitch.

"MOMMMYYYYYYY!!!"

Following the giant death monster were Conquest and Famine. Behind them came another army of Demonic Knights riding their fiery mounts.

With the arrival of Demon Lord Andromalius' main army, the Liberation Army was... excuse for my french.

Seriously fucked.

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Watching the massacre unfold, Demon Lord Andromalius let out a sigh.

"It seems I've overdone it a bit," he murmured. While the human army put up a good fight against the lesser and some noble-class demons, none could even harm the Archdemons or his elite subordinates, which left him somewhat disappointed.

"The human air force is coming, my liege," said one of the Viscount demons acting as his bodyguard, informing him of the incoming reinforcements of the humans.

Demon Lord Andromalius formed a puzzled expression and raised his head, and with excellent timing, something slammed into his face.



And what followed was countless more of these missiles rained down from the sky.



BOOOOOM!!!

"Oorah!! Taste the 500KG Bomb of Democracy, bitch!!" shouted one of the pilots of the F-12 Phoenix fighter jet.

"I don't think any of these demon scums could survive Thermobaric bombs," said a female pilot from the F-72 Phantom fighter jet, "Even if they survive, these things could literally crush your lungs and organs in an instant!"

"Yeah, nothing can withstand that pressure from it. It's not called a vacuum bomb for nothing."

Meanwhile, within the cloud of smoke caused by the Thermobaric bombs, Demon Lord Andromalius stared at dozens of fighter jets soaring across the sky with a bored expression.

"So, this was their final struggle," he thought with disdain. "So pathetically meaningless that even I, the weakest among the Demon Lords, feel sorry for them. They know their weapons couldn't even touch a single hair on a demon lord like me, yet they stubbornly refuse to give up."

He sighed, "This is getting boring."

Back with the fighter pilots, they continued to laugh, believing they might have finally beaten the demon lord after a long moment of silence from him.

These fighter pilots had flown here while risking their lives in order to buy time, however little it'd be, for the surviving soldiers of the liberation army to retreat.

"It's safe to say we got 'em good this time, boys! Ahahahaha!!"

Cheers erupted over the comms. Just as he was about to call high command, something unexpected happened.

"Ahahahahah-"







Upon seeing something with such a truly nonsensical size appearing before them, every single one of these brave men and women become completely speechless.

"H-Holy shit...!!"





The terror and shock of these pilots only lasted for a brief moment. Soon, the breath of pure destruction fired out in a straight line from the jaw of the Greater Dragonlord summoned by the Demon Lord, swallowing up all of the fighter jets in the air.



Kuwaaaaah—!



In less than a second, the lives of these pilots couldn't even buy even a single moment, and their sacrifice was ultimately in vain.

But the enormous dragon doesn't give a flying fuck about their sacrifice and raised its head to spew out a mighty roar at the heavens.

"KUWAAAAAAHHH!!!"

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On the military base within Mount Apo, all of the military personnel in the operational commanding room watched in horror as the massacre happened on their screens through satellite feed. None of them could even describe the hellscape that was playing before them, it was the greatest nightmare mankind has ever seen.

They witnessed thousands of Demonic Knights continuously give their ecstatic war cry screeches, massacring the soldiers and raising the fallen as Deadites. The demon woman was laughing like a psychopath while consuming the blood of her enemies. The giant flying skeleton constantly unleashing devastating attacks which killed hundreds of soldiers with each cast.

The warrior in blue kept shouting, "BRING ME YOUR KING I REQUEST A DUEL!" While slashing away at the soldiers with his enormous axe.

And all of the air force that was stationed in this operation were all instantly obliterated by the biggest dragon they had ever seen that reached a height of nearly half a kilometer.

Blood was flowing in such a quantity that it looked like a storm of blood had passed through earlier.

Half of the Liberation army, which was stationed at a safe distance from the massacre, continued bombarding the demon army with artillery, MLRS, and attack helicopters, decreasing their numbers greatly. However, their efforts and firepower were not enough to even slow down the powerful Archdemons that were massacring thousands of their brothers-in-arms alone.

If they don't stop them now, the remaining half of the army would soon be targeted.

Watching his soldiers being massacred like animals, General Bugwis had to make a decision, which would go down as the most heartbreaking and difficult one in their history. An order so inhumane that even the most battle-hardened veteran commanders like Bugwis shuddered from thinking about what his order would cause. Nevertheless, someone had to contain the demons.

"...This is General Badwis of the Liberation Army on the Imperial Maharlika, requesting immediate aerial bombardment upon the armies marching from General Santos City, Mindanao."

[Roger... that, General,] came the reply.

As the transmission was about to end, Bagwis gritted his teeth and issued a command, "Change of plans. Where is the nearest Archangel unit?"

[On Bohol. The closest squad will arrive in approximately an hour and a half.]

"Is Project Exterminatās ready?"

[Negative, General.]

Bagwis growled, "What about Project Zeus?"

There was a hesitant pause before the response came, [...It is ready to go, General.]

Badwis smiled coldly, "Then request the Emperor, the President, and the Prime Minister themselves to authorize the launch of a nuclear arsenal."

[Wait! Are you suggesting...]

Bugwis confirmed resolutely, "Yes, I am suggesting we're going to nuke General Santos!"

[But General, are you certain about this decision!?]

"Request... their authorization... now."

[...As you wish, General.]

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Outside of the military base, several mountain peaks suddenly cracked apart accompanied by deafening sounds, revealing dark, metallic tubes within.

"Target locked, please confirm if we should proceed with the launch?"

[Affirmative.]

Followed by an affirmation in a cold voice, the nuclear missile silos trembled slightly.

Immediately after...

*Boom!*

*Booom!*

*Boooom!*

Several nuclear missiles slowly rose from the ground.

Not only here, but nuclear missiles were also being launched from several other military bases across the nation. However, compared to this launch site, most of the other launch sites primarily carried tactical nuclear warheads that had a range of up to ten to twenty kilometers at most.

In contrast, this particular nuclear bomb launch site was equipped with strategic warheads.

These warheads' range was enough to swallow a radius of one hundred kilometers, not to mention the continuous nuclear radiation, which was even more deadly.

And unless given the green light from both leaders, which are the Emperor, the President, and the Prime Minister, the Austronesia Empire will launch their first-ever nuclear weapon in an act of aggression.

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At that critical moment, while Andromalius continued to watch the unfolding massacre before him, a sense of danger suddenly gripped his heart.

"What is this?"

Slowly raising his gaze, his golden-crimson eyes were drawn to a certain direction and his gaze locked onto several missiles heading toward him.

"Interesting," He chuckled coldly as his face turned even more solemn.

After a brief moment, his claws began to shimmer as a terrifying amount of demonic energy began to gather around them as it radiated a sharp aura that slightly trembled the space surrounding him.

"[Reality Slash]"

With a calm voice, Andromalius waved his hand diagonally upwards and four waves of energy sliced through the night sky, heading straight for the incoming missiles. Furthermore, when you take a closer look, the edges of these waves of energy that traveled across the air seemed to tear though the fabric of space itself.





Not long after...

BOOOOOMM!!

BOOOOMMMMM!!!

BOOOOOOOM!!

BOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!

The sky erupted in consecutive explosions, each giving rise to mushroom-shaped clouds on the horizon.

The terrifying shockwaves spread at a speed invisible to the naked eyes, even Andromalius could feel the resulting turbulence.

However, what surprised him at this moment was that the sense of danger was not diminishing but intensifying.

"Wha-"

Before the Demon Lord could utter another word, a metallic object, moving at incredible speed, descended from above and hit directly at his forehead.

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"Too late."

With a cold smile, Bagwis and countless command personnel stared fanatically at the screen, where a nuclear missile was descending toward General Santos city, or aimed directly at the Demon Lord traveling at the speed of mach 30 from outer space.

Project Zeus wasn't just capable of launching itself into outer space, it can also strike various parts of the world by utilizing the rotation of the planet, even striking targets across continents. Apart from ICMBs, it's one of the few missiles in the Austronesian Empire's arsenal capable of carrying strategic nuclear warheads.

On the surface, the four tactical nuclear warheads are attracting the attention of the Demon Lord, while in secret, the Space Missile known as Project Zeus is approaching it from outer space. Even if the Demon Lord sensed its approach, it would be too late as it has the engines nearly comparable to the Apollo's Arrow, making it travel at a speed more than Mach 30.

Because now, even if the Space Missile is intercepted, it would still explode in high orbit. At this moment, the strategic nuclear warhead would show the demons and the new world what true terror is.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

Accompanied by a terrifying explosion, the entire world fell eerily silent. A mushroom-shaped cloud rose in the horizon, and brilliant flames dyed the sky red.

Looking from afar, even a small town, which was roughly twenty kilometers away from General Santos, was shrouded.

*Crack! *Crack!* *Crack!*

Countless windows in the small town shattered under the force of the blast. At the same time, the whole town started quaking uncontrollably, as if an earthquake of magnitude 10 had struck.

But before it could continue any longer, a visible shockwave of tremendous force descended from the sky, and numerous tall buildings in the town failed to withstand the terrifying shockwave even for a breath and collapsed within moments.

Looking from afar, this remote little town had been completely razed to the ground by the aftermath. Fortunately, all of the towns and cities within a hundred-kilometer radius around of General Santos had been evacuated beforehand, so nobody was harmed.

And this said town was just the corner of a circular crater that had appeared in the ground all of a sudden. In other words, centered around General Santos, a circular crater that was akin to a scar on the continent gradually becoming more visible as smoke and dust settled.

"Gentlemen, nuclear detonation is a success!" Bagwis announced.

Accompanied by peals of laughter, the operations command room erupted in excitement. Countless people jumped up, many even raised their glasses in celebration of their victory.

The Space Missile, armed with a strategic nuclear warhead that is about as strong as a 30 megaton of TNT, had detonated successfully. Its destructive power rivaled that of the infamous "Weltenzerstörer" from the Deutsches Reich, raising temperatures comparable to the surface of the sun and enough to distort space itself.

The terrifying shockwave swept through hundreds of kilometers and the intense radiation from the explosion was capable of depriving life of everything in its range.

Nuclear weapons are so terrifying that it is enough to make all humanity on earth shudder in fear.

In their knowledge, a life capable of resisting nuclear weapons did not exist.

"Quick, quick, inform the Emperor and the others that we've successfully eliminated the Demon Lord!"

In the midst of joyful shouting, the military personnel exclaimed jubilantly and hurried to spread the news throughout the operations command room.

However, amidst the celebratory atmosphere, a surprised voice suddenly broke through the excitement, startling everyone present.

"Hold on a minute. Wait... What the!?" someone exclaimed in shock, causing most people to freeze in their tracks.

After a moment, following the gaze of the person who had spoken, countless people were astonished to find that on the screen, that was something bright as daylight.

It was as clear as a crystal. Faintly, it was shimmering with the starlight within the darkness of the night. As the dense smoke soon dissipated, it revealed to be an enormous dome made entirely of crystals became visible that covered the entire city of General Santos.

Looking from a distance, it appeared as if a massive crystal bowl was placed on the earth.

The commanding room fell into a stunned silence as they witnessed the Demon Lord emerge seemingly unscathed from the devastation caused by the nuclear explosion. The disbelief among the military personnel was palpable as their earlier jubilation was replaced with a mix of shock and horror.

"What is this?!"

"This is fake, right!?"

"Are you kidding me!? How is that possible?!"

"It's an illusion, it must be an illusion!"

Exclamations of disbelief echoed as countless people could not believe their eyes.

But right then, as if to mock their disbelief, they noticed a small figure can be seen after the cloud of smoke fully dissipated.

Wiping his head with his hand, Andromalius looked at his finger while wincing in pain, as if he had a very bad headache.

Before him, a tiny stain of black blood can be seen on his finger.

"All that for a drop of blood," he muttered, his words transmitted clearly through the satellite feed to the astonished onlookers in the command center.

"...What?"

In utter disbelief, none of the people wanted to believe it, but they couldn't, because what they were seeing and hearing was reality.

"It was confirmed to be a direct hit, but the missile... is ineffective against the target," murmured one of the staff members in complete horror and disbelief.

As for General Santos city, the city and the Demon Lord's army remained unharmed within the protective shield of the crystallized dome that the Demon Lord had summoned. The dome had absorbed the impact of the nuclear explosion, shielding everything within from harm.

Not before long, the Demon Lord snapped his fingers dismissively, causing the crystallize dome to shatter into dust.

The portal and all of the demons within the city were remained untouched under the protection of his magic.

In the command room, the reality of their failure to neutralize the Demon Lord sank in. Their best efforts, their most powerful nuclear bomb that was ever built on earth, had been rendered utterly futile. Fear and uncertainty gripped the hearts of the military personnel as they faced the daunting prospect of confronting a force beyond their comprehension and power.

"It's over, it's over."

One of the military personnel stared blankly, his face draining of color as he nearly fainted.

"It's fine, it's fine!" Patting his shoulder, another person continued to console him, "Didn't it just survive a nuclear bomb once? It can withstand it once, it can withstand it twice, but can it withstand three or four times? We have like thousands of nuclear weapons, we can just-"

But before he could finish speaking, a thunderous roar filled with raging fury resounded through the sky.

"MORTALS! IT SEEMS YOU ARE DESPERATELY SEEKING DEATH!"

To everyone's horror, they seemed to see a terrifying figure staring directly at them through the screen, furious beyond measure.

*Boom!*

As his hand swayed, the winds howled with an echoing fury. Demonic Energy surged, causing the air to gather.

In an instant, the entire world trembled as if it was afraid of something.

"[World Breaker]!"

With a sweeping gesture, a powerful arc rent through the air, seeming to distort space and time with unprecedented force.





In less than a second, a part of the sky shattered like glass as the magical attack tore through the fabric of reality and reached before the First Austronesian Third Eye, destroying the satellite and reducing it to a useless relic adrift in the vacuum of space.

"W-What just happened!?" exclaimed one of the military personnel in shock and confusion as the screen in front of them suddenly went dark.

"Did... did that thing shoot down one of our satellites?" a military personnel muttered in a stuttering voice, realizing something.

"No, that can't be possible, that is nonsense!" protested another military personnel.

"With all the things we've witnessed, the idea of a creature capable of taking down a satellite may not be so far-fetched," Bagwis lowered his gaze and admitted somberly with a heavy voice.

"No... way."

The confirmation from the General sent a chill through the assembled personnel as many of them shuddered in fear.

Capable of tearing through space and shooting down a satellite? Just a thought of it is horrifying beyond measure.

"Destroying a satellite in space? Please tell me that's the worst thing that could happen... right?"

Right at that very moment...

"RAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the earth shook violently. Subsequently, to the sheer amazement of innumerable operation personnel, the earth ruptured, mountains crumbled, and rivers fractured.

Boom!

Boom!

Boooom!

Fearsome tremors continued to ripple through the earth.

It was an earthquake of unprecedented magnitude, perhaps a ten, or even a twelve on the Richter scale.

No one knew for sure.

But everyone knew that a seismic event, affecting half of the Austronesian Empire, had just occurred.

With crisp, thunderous cracks, the earth fractured in city after city.

At a speed invisible to the naked eye, cracks spread from one end of the earth to the other and massive fissures raced across vast distances of land.

It is an earthquake, an earthquake of biblical proportions.

It was the most destructive earthquake in human history.

At this moment, almost half of the country felt the terrifying tremors.

An earthquake alone was already devastating, there was no need to mention it. However, adding to the woes, this night marked a dark chapter for humanity.

After the earthquake, it was followed by the eruptions of many volcanoes across the land, and massive tsunamis that reached dozens of feet high and laid waste to several cities.

Other than these natural and geological disasters, countless dangerous sea monsters hidden deep within the ocean depths awakened from their oceanic slumber.

Roaring and growling, an innumerable of these crazed monsters of the deep swarmed many coastal cities. And at this moment, not to mention mounting any resistance, the continuous earthquakes had filled countless humans with fear.

Buildings shook left and right, occasionally collapsing. As far as humans were concerned, the safest cities had become the most dangerous places in an instant when the earthquake struck.

The upper echelons of the Austronesian Empire understood this. All of this happened because they had angered a terrifying entity, and this terrifying entity was retaliating against them in a way beyond their comprehension.

"Haa..." Andromalius exhaled a long, deep breath as a sense of fatigue washing over his entire being.

His Transcendent-level skill, [Divine Crystallization], had absorbed the impact of the nuclear explosion for his army, even withstood the super-high temperature, which was comparable to the surface of the sun and resisting most of the burnt of the blast.

But for him, he was so caught-off guard that he only cast the protective spell over his army and allowed the explosion hit him directly, and that felt a bit painful, but nonetheless, it was not that serious.

In terms of injuries, it could only be considered a minor one.

Aside from that, what was important was that, in his recent fit of rage, he had subconsciously triggered an earthquake affecting nearly half the nation.

The [Great Earthquake] skill was one of Demon Lord Andromalius' most fearsome skills. Using this Transcendent Tier 4 skill stirred the entire earth, thereby triggering a catastrophic earthquake.

As for how catastrophic it was?

As he raised his gaze slowly, Demon Lord Andromalius saw numerous cracks extending toward the horizon.

Carrying an exceptionally icy tone, he declared.

"This war... no. This massacre is just the beginning."