Battle Of Heaven And Hell Novels & Stories

Their eyes widened for the first time in their lives. Finally, the Heavenly Sword Of Destruction and Heavens Domineering Saber Script had their face-off! Broom! The sky and land started to shake vigorously, and the wind began to blow furiously. It was as if the end of the world had arrived. The moment the Heaven Sword Of Destruction and the Heavens Domineering Saber Script collided with one another, the entire sky became filled with white light that was blinding. No one was able to see who had emerged victorious.

The horrifying aura could be sensed ten thousand miles away. On the other side, Heath and Mona joined together to fight Seren. The battle was intense and at a standstill. Adrian and Grenn, the two half-immortals, were already fighting up in the nine heavens. Every attack tore the void apart, shattered of rules, and even the heaven and earth changed color.

A big battle finally began. In the Heaven's Gate battlefield, five figures flew into the void, and all the top experts arrived in the Heaven's Gate. This battle was even bigger than a decade ago. "Kill." A cold voice resounded through the heavens and the earth. The two sides didn't say any word at all as they instantly intertwined, as though two tempests had collided. Just a single exchange of blows was enough to cause countless people to die. In the blowing snow, from time to time, some figures would drift with the wind.

Time passed, slowly at first, one hour, then two, and with it came hunger and thirst and the air growing thinner, all of it bearing down on their already frayed nerves until the hallucinations started. Dad suddenly shot his arm out and pointed into the dark, his voice cracking with terror. "Stay back! Stay back!" What he saw wasn't an empty room. It was me, dozens of me, drenched in blood, reduced to skin and bones, rust water still dripping from my chin. I crawled out of the walls and fell from the ceiling and surrounded them from every side. Mom saw them too. She reached out into the air with both hands, tears and snot running down her face.

Sword held high, the fiery red haired Goddess of Heaven led her army through Heaven's gates. We flew over the realm of Earth and into a harsh landscape, diving into a barely visible ripple in the air. Within seconds, the army of Heaven had entered the realm of demons and sinners. My eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the dim, red lighting. Hell was just as I had imagined: a barren desert devoid of anything resembling healthy life. The huge flock of angels split into its respective squadrons, myself leading the Gamma section. I led my squad down a western path, all of us using our weapons and powers to slay all enemies in our way. I was relentless in my lead, mercilessly slaying any foe I c

When he looked up, he found they had trapped him with a wall of fighting going on between him and the others. It took some time to get Hal’s attention, but once Hal noticed him, Ian made it clear he would make his way to the extraction spot. And they should, too. With a return nod from Hal, Ian struggled to get through the fighting bodies. Most of the people fighting now didn’t enter the Dream Realm personally and would have to leave before the device went off. Ian looked back for his friends and could see vague glimpses of them as they too dodged through the chaos. The battlefield was like no other Ian ever experienced before. With his time in the army, the sheer animal brutality.

He pounded his fists against the wall of white smoke, his screeches grew louder. "And snares of the devil;" She stood in front of the circle. "May God rebuke him, we humbly pray;" She started to draw the cross in the smoke. The man wreathed in pain, the ground at his feet started to crumble and give way to a pit. The scent of sulfur and brimestone filled her senses. "And do thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host, by the power of God..." She had finished the cross when his hand snapped through the smoke screen and grabbed her wrist. Black ichor streamed from his eyes.

“No, you don’t. They want to come now, because later they won’t be able to. Judgement Day is near.” “Ah. With the Antichrist and Armageddon . . . ” Louis nodded gravely. He was a believer. “That’s why I dropped out from that school. It’s full of sinners. I left part of my soul behind in that half space, Jon. I have to atone and get it back before the Rapture, when all good Christians are called to Heaven before the final battle between Jesus and the Devil. My parents agree.” “I’ve never heard that before.”

How he would know she will cry? She stood there reading these lines in extreme horror.

Whether they be powerful or lesser ones, they’d been given a chance to win the holy throne. The rules were simple, each of them chose a young mortal to be their champion, granting them their powers and weapons, and they would place them in a magical world they created as an arena. Whoever reached the finish line on the other side of the world first would be the winner, the winning god would become the next Supreme God, and the winning champion would be granted whatever desire to reshape our world. All the pantheons happily accepted the proposal, and so they dubbed it: the Game of Heavens and Earth.