Novel Battle Through The Heavens Novels & Stories

But he didn’t find anyone who resembled that mischievous boy from the Heaven Sect; the more he searched and failed to find Xiao Chen, the more he felt that a massive storm was about to break out. “No, where is that boy? I must…” Before he could finish his thought, the massive door that was supposed to be the entrance to the ancient battlefield suddenly trembled, and a transformation took place before it. To everyone’s eyes, the door transformed into something resembling the gates of hell. Giant guardian statues holding scythes stood there, their eyes seeming to come to life. Slowly, the door closed, and the two massive scythes descended to form a lock that no one could breach.

Then she looked up. The battle in the heavens had only grown fiercer. Gildeon and Yonah tore across the sky in blinding arcs of power. Gold and silver lightning burst wherever fang met claw, wing struck wing, or one body slammed against the other with enough force to fracture the air. Their auras lashed outward in violent rings that shattered clouds and sent waves of pressure rolling over the battlefield below.

Azrael whispered, giving more of his divine strength into the fight. "Why?" "Please, don't ask me now," Azrael pleaded, and Nethaneel seemed to listen as he went on with the task at hand. As they fought to close the gateway, the battle around them grew more intense. The celestial warriors clashed with the shapeless monsters, their swords slashing through the air with precision and determination. Flames danced in the darkness, illuminating the night sky as explosions of light and power erupted in every direction.

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.

White light burst across my vision, blinding, searing. A cry tore from my throat, muffled and broken. My limbs trembled, strength seeping away as I collapsed against the cold earth. I tried to move. I couldn’t. My body refused me, paralyzed by pain. The metallic tang of blood filled my mouth. My vision swam, dark edges creeping inward. The forest swayed above me—branches bending, the moon spinning like a silver coin tossed into the void. And then… something shifted. The world around me began to fade, but not into nothingness. No—it faded into faces.

Or rather, in a mere 23 years… World War 4 pushed the world to the verge of destruction. That’s when on the 23rd year, July 1st. One of the legendary twelve apostles of the God of Creation suddenly appeared, and ‘it’ decided to put an end to everything. ‘It’ destroyed several of the strongest and leading causes countries of World War 4 in just three days by itself, alone. Even with full preparation to meet against his attacks, not a single one of them is able to take down the apostle— even if it’s the powerful celestial gods who are just one rank below them.

he said, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze cutting through the line of first-years like a blade. "This is not a class you pass by attendance or charm. It is a class you survive." A faint breeze stirred the banners above as he continued, calm and unyielding. "Here, you will learn to fight—without a beast to hide behind, without allies to save you, and without the lies you tell yourselves about who you are. Steel, body, and instinct. You will break habits, bones if necessary, and whatever illusions you carried through those gates. Some of you will earn skill. Fewer will earn control. And those who cannot learn either... will not remain." He paused, letting the silence settle heavy in the

Kairos, fueled by a desperate resolve, channeled his telepathic abilities, projecting a wave of defiance against the entity. The battle raged on, a silent struggle within the ethereal plane. Kairos, his mind pushed to its limits, fought against the Star Weaver's seductive whispers of despair. He countered with visions of hope, of a future where the Aetheans could rebuild without the shackles of the Everflow. The struggle was arduous, but slowly, the tide began to turn. The Star Weaver's tendril faltered, its hold on the beacon weakening. Finally, with a burst of energy, Kairos severed the connection, banishing the Star Weaver's influence back into the void.

Even the Divine Farmer would have a hard time saving her. North of the mountain's peak… Just then, grief washed over Heather as she raised her head to look in the direction that Morticia had mentioned. "Don't you worry. I'll take good care of your baby with Ambrose." Just then, all that could be seen in the Battle of the Star Formation in the sky was Antigonus raising Morticia's Fiend Soul above his head with a crazed, murderous expression as he muttered a string of chants… In the blink of an eye, a terrifying and evil wave of energy filled the air. Following that, the Battle of the Star Formation was enveloped in a blood-red glow.