Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 516: Armies

The void sky split open with fury and desperation.

From above, the armies of the higher realms poured down like meteors. Angels with wings of searing gold. Celestials cloaked in fire and their otherr elemental power. Demon riding beasts of Hell in legions born from Hell dimensions.

All of them descended upon a single man, Clyde. frёewebηovel.cѳm

It was a sight that defied every belief. Not in any ancient war had this many forces of higher realms united against one enemy. But it was happening now. Against the anomaly. Against him alone.

Clyde stood still, floating in the void as the armies bore down on him.

His fingers twitched slightly. But this breath steady.

For a moment, a strange calm washed over him.

He remembered the man he used to be. The life before all this—before Asqa, before the he turned against the higher realms, before the pain twisted him into something else.

The memory felt far away and faint now. As if it belonged to another soul.

His hatred no longer burned like wildfire, it had frozen and hardened. And in that stillness, he saw everything clearer. Their formations, their weaknesses, the arrogance in their speed, and the gaps in their unity.

A cold grin curved across Clyde’s face.

He wasn’t thinking of survival anymore. Only conviction, vengeance, and his power now.

He tapped deeper into the black mist within him—into that reserve he still didn’t understand fully. Something ancient and endless that had latched onto his soul and now given him the power.

He didn’t know how long he could endure or how much the output of his new power. But he knew it was more than before.

Much more.

The mist erupted from his body in violent bursts. It now looks blacker before and denser. It roared as it tore through the air like liquid void. The sky darkened more under it.

Then he moved with terrifying speed, he became a blur of darkness and fury.

The first wave of Angels armies reached him. Their halberds and spears glowing with power.

Clyde move in the air. Dusksorrow howled through the air in a crimson arc, its edge now burning with red-black fire.

In one strike six angels fell, their bodies disintegrating into seared ash.

Elderglass sword followed next, trailing lightning that now burned in blue-black color with the power of the mist.

The lightning exploded forward, devouring a column of Celestials armies before they could react. The armor of the Celestials behind them cracked by the shockwave alone.

Clyde didn’t stop.

A Demon King roared, wings of flame spreading wide as he hurled a wave of green inferno.

Clyde answered with his own fire.

His right hand flared with black-red fire—fueled by the mist within his soul. It collided with the demon’s fire and consumed it, then engulfed him whole.

The Demon King didn’t scream. He got burned and vanished.

More of them came at him. Right now, they didn’t just order their armies but go to attack by themselves after witnessing one of the Demon King, Agares, got burned by the black red fire.

Angels from the side. Celestial from above. Demon from the depths below.

Clyde moved through them.

He burst upward in a corkscrew of mist and lightning. His body spun midair while keep going up, Elderglass cutting through a dozen bodies in one clean orbit.

Then he raised both hands. Blue-black lightning that looks wild, hungry, living arced in every direction.

It jumped from enemy to enemy, tearing through wings and armor, frying their very souls in midair.

A Celestial send his warship descended, trying to crush him.

Clyde hurled Dusksorrow through its hull. The ship cracked, then exploded in a chain of crimson detonations as black mist poured through its corridors.

Shattered metal and burning bodies rained from the sky.

Another Demon King tried to strike from behind. Clyde didn’t turn but his black mist did. It sharpened into a spear and skewered the Demon King through the heart, then tore him apart from the inside.

Clyde caught Dusksorrow midair as it returned to his hand. His cloak gone, his skin torn, but his stance were unbroken.

More soldiers kept coming. Thousands of them.

It didn’t matter.

He surged forward again, leaving trails of dark lightning with every movement. His fire wrapped around his blades now. Every slash erupted into shockwaves of destruction.

Angel wings were torn from their backs.

Celestial heads rolled in slow motion through the air.

Demon beasts exploded into clouds of gore.

He killed with efficiency and clarity despite his rage and pain. With cold unstoppable will.

And as he tore through the next wave, higher above, the leaders who still alive watched.

They watched their soldiers and fellow ruler fall like wheat before a scythe.

Michael gritted his teeth.

From high above the battlefield, he watched the chaos unfold. Watched legions of Angels, Demons, and Celestials fall like insects around Clyde’s storm of darkness.

Watched Agares burn. Watched holy spells dissolve into ash. Watched Celestial warships crash into ruin.

He could feel that this was no longer a matter of might or strategy. It was no use against such power.

Was it too late? Had he miscalculated when he chose to betray Clyde?

Had Clyde already passed the threshold where no force in creation could bring him down?

But Michael’s resolve did not waver. He had thrown the dice when he called the armies. He had made his choice the moment he gave the order to kill Clyde.

There was no turning back now.

The only path left was forward.

Michael’s eyes narrowed. He raised his blade high, and golden light surged up his arm. Silver threads of divine essence wrapped around the hilt and his wings unfurled fully behind him, burning with fire.

A blazing pillar of light exploded behind him. His full power released at last.

Every eye turned to him.

From the ruins below and the skies above, the Celestials and Demon Kings paused as they felt the tremor of what he was about to do.

They knew that stance.

Michael was about to charge.

"DO NOT BE AFRAID!" his voice thundered across the void.

It echoed across the broken skies. Across the drifting landmasses and ash-clouds. Across the corpses and the burning remnants of war.

All heard it and understood.

Michael became a streak of gold and silver light as he shot downward, breaking through the field of broken bodies and flaming debris.

His speed split the air apart as he tore toward Clyde.

Clyde turned his head slightly.

He didn’t flinch.

Their eyes met for a breath, a single breath between two storms.

Then Michael swung.

CLANG!

The sound rang out like a bell.

His radiant blade met the edge of Elderglass sword and the collision sent a ripple through reality. Wind screamed in all directions. The debris suspended in the air shattered from the pressure.

They locked eyes as their blades held. Power straining between them.

Michael’s gaze was full of will, fury, desperation.

Clyde’s eyes were bottomless voids. It looks calm, calculating, and cold.

Neither bother to spoke.

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