Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

The war between heaven and hell raged on, with no end in sight.

Whole skies were filled with the sounds of clashing steel, screams of the damned, and the thunderous boom of divine energy.

Reign watched from the balcony; his eyes gleaming with excitement as he observed the war unfold.

This was more than he expected, and it thrilled him. He wanted even more devils to show up.

Raising his hand, he fired a divine orb into the sky.

It exploded, flashing bright enough to blind everyone for a moment.

That was his signal—a loud, clear call for all the devils to come at them.

And it worked. More flying ships stormed in, firing their cannons without pause.

BOOOOM!

BOOOOM!

BOOOOM!

These weren't ordinary pirate cannons. Each shot carried a concentrated dose of negative energy.

When they exploded, they released clouds of smoke that twisted and tainted the divine energy in the air.

Even an angel struck by it wouldn't survive. The corruption spread fast, eating away at anything pure.

Only someone in the Seraphim Rank and above could deflect such power.

'As expected of Lilith. She really knows what she's doing,' he muttered.

'These cannons carry the traits of black miasma. Even the devils are showing signs of corruption. She must've perfected her research.'

He touched his chin, deep in thought.

'But she's wrong if she thinks this alone is enough to win,' he chuckled to himself.

With all the noise and explosions, no one noticed the particles of divine and negative energy slowly being drawn toward him.

Why he was doing this remained a mystery...for now.

"Destroy the Ships!"

Gabriel, leading the charge, swooped down on a group of devils riding one of their flying ships.

His sword flashed as he struck down ships after ships, but there seemed to be an endless supply of them.

The other Archangels were faring no better.

Azrael was locked in combat with a giant devil wielding a massive scythe, while Raphael was dodging bolts of dark energy fired from a much bigger ship.

The air was filled with tension as they fought for their lives against an enemy that seemed to have no end.

But what caught Reign's attention was the presence of several Devil Generals on the battlefield.

These powerful warriors had always been formidable opponents, but now they seemed... different.

Their strength and speed increased exponentially, allowing them to hold their own against even the mighty Archangels.

Reign narrowed his eyes, sensing something had been done to boost their strength.

'What other surprises does Lilith have waiting for me?'

BOOOOM!

One of the Devil Generals clashed with Gabriel.

The two exchanged blows that shook the very foundations of heaven itself.

Reign could feel the power emanating from them, like two titans locked in combat.

Their blades flashed in the dim light as they danced across the sky.

Gabriel's sword sliced through air leaving behind trail pure white flames

The devil general retaliated unleashing devastating blast of black flames

But Gabriel proved too fast dodging weaving avoiding every attack

The enemy stumbled backward desperately attempting block next blow

Gabriel seized the opportunity, striking again and again.

CLANG!

CLANG!

CLANG!

Then, with a concentrated burst, his white flames exploded, completely incinerating the devil.

'So individually, they're still stronger. But the devil generals have the numbers,' Reign added, watching as more than four dozen devils approached.

Now, each archangel had to face three at once.

Together three generals launched ferocious assault pushing Gabriel back.

He knew that they couldn't hold out much longer.

The devils had the environmental advantage inside the dark cloud.

They also had sheer numbers on their side, with an endless horde of minions at their disposal.

As he watched his fellow Archangels fall around him Gabriel felt wave desperation wash over him

Why wasn't the so-called Messiah helping?

Didn't he care that they were all going die?

Gabriel took deep breath trying calm himself down, but it didn't work

He charged forward sword flashing, trying to win over some momentum against the three devils.

While he managed to kill one of them, he was wounded in the process.

Now, he was forced to allocate some of his energy just to fight off the spreading corruption.

The battle raged on, and more angels fell with each passing moment.

Those who survived were losing moral, but they couldn't stop fighting. They were too deep in enemy territory, so escaping now would mean certain death.

They all hoped that their Messiah would somehow change the outcome, but he remained standing on his balcony.

Still, they couldn't bring themselves to call him out—Lucifer and Lilith hadn't shown themselves either.

This meant that if he joined the battle, he'd be exposed to attacks from the two devils, making their sacrifice meaningless.

Despite the overwhelming pressure, they pressed on.

The fortresses moved faster and faster, abandoning defense.

They charged straight into the enemy ships, taking them down in a devastating collision.

"FOR HEAVEN!

"FOR HEAVEN!"

"FOR HEAVEN!"

A battle cry echoed across the battlefield as the angels burned through their own life force for a final surge of power.

They charged forward, cutting down devils in their path. Just before death, they exploded, taking more enemies with them.

This suicidal style of fighting spread quickly, pushing others to follow their lead.

SWOOOSH!

Ten angels hurled themselves at the devil generals like living missiles, detonating on impact.

It wasn't enough to kill the enemy, but it weakened them just enough for the archangels to finish the job.

The heavenly forces pushed deeper into the cloud using this tactic.

But then they stopped, stunned by what lay ahead—more ships, far larger than the rest, and numbering in the tens of thousands were waiting for them.

"I... Impossible," an angel whispered, her lips trembling.

She had believed their efforts meant something, only to realize they had been fighting nothing more than the front line.

The devils wore smug expressions, bursting into laughter as they watched the angels stumble into their own doom.