Novel Full Chapter 680 -680-Metatron, Judge of Heaven
Chapter 680: Chapter680-Metatron, Judge of Heaven
The void warlocks who had mastered the profundities of space had long since cast an inescapable net across the battlefield.
Chains forged from pure spatial law shot out of the void like spirit serpents, coiling around the bodies of every holy angel one after another.
The other end of each chain seemed linked to the very source of the endless Star Sea itself. No matter how fiercely they struggled, they could not break free in the slightest.
“No—!”
“Don’t!”
The Judgment Knights of Heaven’s holy host let out cries of despair. The anguished whinnying of unicorns echoed across the Star Sea, only making the tragedy all the more desolate.
…
And in the deepest reaches of the endless Star Sea—
within that shattered chaos, beaten into collapse by the battle—
another duel was already nearing its end.
“Metatron! I’ll return Heaven’s holy throne to you!”
Abraham, the false Archangel, was drenched in blood, roaring with unwilling fury.
“Return it? Laughable!”
“I have no desire to become a pitiful slave, wagging my tail before Mount Zion!”
Metatron answered coldly.
The sacred flame spear in his hand carried a force mighty enough to rip apart heaven and earth. Again and again, he drove it through Abraham’s body, blasting him apart with each strike.
Every heavy blow was accompanied by the collapse of chaos and the trembling of the Star Sea itself.
With the final thrust, Metatron completely shattered Abraham.
The false Archangel’s holy soul was reduced to ash within the sacred flames, not even a single scrap left behind.
The chaos in the depths of the endless Star Sea crumbled in turn, as though heaven and earth themselves were drawing a final line beneath this duel.
…
Abraham was reborn within the void.
But after his resurrection, he no longer bore Metatron’s appearance. Instead, he reverted to the true form of a fallen angel, his entire body cloaked in darkness.
His deep, shadowed eyes locked onto Metatron, and within his pupils burned an icy rage, like twin stars falling into the abyss.
The rank he had sought with his entire life—
he had only barely touched its threshold by wearing the name “Metatron,” borrowing that skin, and exhausting every scheme imaginable.
And yet the real Metatron looked upon it all with utter disdain!
Why?
Why was the thing he had longed for in his dreams, the thing he had sacrificed everything to obtain, something that man disdained so completely?
Why!?
Boom!
Abraham’s six wings spread open with a violent burst.
Six pairs of fallen angel wings, black as eternal night, unfurled behind him. Twisted runes flowed across every feather, as though they could capture every rhythm and law within heaven and earth.
In an instant, he saw through every trajectory of Metatron’s attacks.
The two incomparably powerful angels clashed once more.
The terrifying combat power of a high-tier Origin God erupted in full under the force of his wrath, transforming into a storm of destruction that swept in all directions.
Metatron had been born favored by the profound truths of the universe itself, with the fortunes of all worlds gathered upon him.
He had lived in glory and brilliance. Wherever he went, all beings addressed him with reverence as the Judge of Heaven.
But what about him?
Because of one careless misjudgment from a supreme existence, he had suffered humiliation and persecution all his life.
He had asked himself whether he had not served the Lord with sincerity—yet the Lord had judged him fallen all the same.
So he could only continue wearing the name “Metatron,” forever disguising himself, forever living beneath this stolen shell.
He had lived like that for far too long.
So long that even he had begun to believe the illusion—that he truly was Metatron.
So long that he had forgotten the fallen name that had once belonged to him—
Abraham.
Metatron unleashed a supreme sacred battle art.
Though he was fighting now with only a single divine feather manifesting his form, his strength and rank still surpassed Abraham by a clear margin. More than that, he wielded a peerless power of judgment.
Bang!
Rumble—!
The two angels fought all the way from the deepest reaches of the endless Star Sea to its outer edge, the aftershocks of their battle spreading ceaselessly outward. Wherever they passed, starfields shattered and chaos collapsed.
Metatron’s figure split into thousands upon thousands.
In the blink of an eye, an overwhelming tide of incarnations surged toward Abraham from every direction.
Those countless avatars fell like a torrential storm, battering Abraham’s fallen body until it was riddled with wounds. Holy blood sprayed into the void, and black wings snapped apart one after another.
Terror rose within Abraham’s heart. Seizing a brief opening, he fled in panicked retreat.
…
On the other side of the Star Sea—
Aurek, by his own power alone, had locked down nine fallen angels. Within the Fate River, chains condensed from the profundities of space bound their fallen forms tightly in place.
“Retreat! Quickly!”
Remiel, the fallen angel Jack Joan, and the fallen angel Roel had all had their holy bodies shattered, the sacred radiance around them dim as guttering candlelight in the wind.
Casting a fearful glance at Aurek, they no longer dared think of rescuing the other fallen angels. Instead, they retreated at top speed into the region where the holy diagram had collapsed and escaped.
Heaven’s holy host—
and all three million holy angels—
had been utterly annihilated.
Every last one of them had been slaughtered.
And from the Godtouched legions, more than one hundred billion strong, only 6.6 billion had even been mobilized.
Of those 6.6 billion, only a little over one billion had actually entered the battlefield.
That alone was enough to leave Remiel and the others completely dumbfounded.
Even the many great powers watching from within the endless Star Sea were stunned speechless.
They had failed to understand before.
Now they understood even less.
They did not know the exact rank of those legions, but they could clearly sense one thing:
every single powerhouse among them had already transcended the limits of this universe.
Moments ago, everyone had feared that the endless Star Sea would be unable to withstand the assault and would be utterly destroyed.
But now, faced with a Crossbridge legion of such overwhelming scale, the side that truly ought to be afraid was that Heaven from the Truth Universe.
Aurek stood in the void, golden war sword in hand.
His black imperial robe snapped violently in the storm of chaos as his icy gaze fixed on the breach through which Remiel and the others had fled, his brows drawn tight.
Once is one thing. Twice is another. There could not be a third time.
After suffering losses twice, Heaven would never make the same mistake again.
And now they already knew that the Crossbridge Divine Court possessed tens of billions of Godtouched troops.
Given Heaven’s caution, if they struck again, they would come in full force.
And when that time came, it would not be so easy.
When that time came, the descent of the Four Great Archangels, the Eight Great Cherubim, and many other holy angels would all become possible.
What the Crossbridge Divine Court would face then would be divine authorities—peak Origin Gods, perhaps even quasi-Source-Return Gods of terrifying might.
And a quasi-Source-Return God was already half a step into the realm of a Source-Return Archangel.
If such a being descended, the worst-case outcome would be the complete collapse of the entire endless Star Sea universe.
Aurek then checked his status panel.
He had gained 16.8 million mega-trillion Emperor Points.
It was an enormous harvest, but he did not upgrade immediately.
The Godtouched legions already numbered over a hundred billion. There was no shortage of void warlocks or Doomsday Warriors.
What he truly needed now was a legion at the level of divine authorities.
And to advance to that tier required 10 million mega-trillion Emperor Points.
Still, the Emperor Points he currently possessed were already enough to raise his own strength to the high tier of a divine-authority Origin God.
With the fortune of the Crossbridge Divine Court behind him, he might even be able to contend with a quasi-Source-Return God.
Compared to a divine-authority legion, what he lacked more urgently was clearly a supreme powerhouse capable of taking command of the entire field.
In fact, if his strength could climb one step further, he was even tempted to take the risk of launching an offensive into the multiverse himself.
Only in that way could he open a broader path for further growth.
Only then would he have the qualifications to challenge a Source-Return holy angel.
There was one more matter as well…
Aurek turned and looked toward Metatron in the depths of the endless Star Sea.
Metatron looked back at him.
Those golden eyes stared at Aurek in silence, without saying a single word.
A moment later, his body abruptly reverted to the form of a single feathered wing.
Then it dissolved into countless motes of golden light and vanished into the Fate River.