"He's willing to send his own creations to the battlefields to fight against the Zerg."

Upon hearing this, Peter let out a cold laugh.

He leaned back, resting his boots on the edge of the ornate table, his face twisted with disdain.

"Help us?"

"I know these low-gods too well!"

"How could those weak, greedy parasites ever want to cooperate?"

"If I'm not mistaken, this one just wants an excuse to get close to Heaven's Mountain."

"If we agree to his terms, he'll probably send a minuscule force, then act like he's done his part."

Peter waved a hand in mock disgust.

"All those lesser deities who promised aid before greeted us with smiles, then fled the moment things got difficult."

He chuckled dryly. "Actually, that reminds me of a joke. Maeve, want to hear it?"

Maeve's expression remained as cold as ever.

"I don't want to."

Peter sighed, shaking his head with exaggerated helplessness.

"Well, all in all, this guy doesn't want to help Heaven's Mountain. Maeve, tell him I refuse."

"Heaven's Mountain isn't a place where just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can…huh?"

He stopped mid-sentence as Maeve handed him the data Adeline had collected.

The documents contained vivid projections, records of the demons battling the Zerg.

Peter's eyes narrowed as he read through the files.

Though the demons were clearly at a disadvantage against the insectoid swarms, the difference was not as vast as he expected. More surprisingly, once the Zerg deployed a multitude of legendary-level creatures, the demons adapted, and even gained the upper hand in certain clashes.

Of course, that edge only held when both sides were evenly matched. Once the Zerg poured forth in endless numbers, the demons were still driven to slaughter. Yet, even this level of resistance was enough to catch Peter's attention.

"These disgusting creatures… are they the creations of that low god?" Peter frowned deeply.

He found their forms revolting, bodies warped, grotesque, The sight stirred his contempt.

And still… their fighting ability couldn't be denied.

Despite lacking any proper tactics, the berserk demons fought fiercely, capable of standing toe-to-toe with Zerg beasts in close combat.

To Peter, he didn't see them as potential soldiers, but as resources.

If Heaven's Mountain could harness their power and numbers, perhaps entire battlefronts could be turned around.

Maeve spoke again, her tone calm and mechanical.

"That's right. They are the creatures of that god. Besides the battle footage, we've also obtained biological parameters."

"These creatures' attributes exceed most of our bio-warriors. The sincerity this deity showed, sending his own army, doesn't appear to be a lie."

She paused, then added,

"If used correctly, these creatures could reduce our casualties and hasten the extinction of the Zerg."

Peter's gaze lingered on the data in silence.

"Maybe so," he finally muttered, "but I don't trust him. He must be hiding something."

Maeve's tone did not waver.

"Every god has flaws, But there is one thing all gods share, they are cunning. They all think they're two steps ahead."

Peter's lips twisted. "Exactly."

Maeve continued, "And yet, this god made an additional request."

Peter looked up. "What kind of request?"

"He said that if he were to send his army, he would need resources. His world, before being swallowed by the Zerg, had just invaded a secret realm. It's now in a resource-scarce state."

Peter's eyes narrowed. "How many resources?"

Maeve told him the number.

Peter almost jumped from his chair.

"Absolutely impossible!"

Maeve continued,

"He said he would use these resources to hatch Zerg units to fight against the Zerg themselves."

She then added, "If we're uneasy about it, he's willing to send his army first. Once we confirm their effectiveness, he'll wait for the resources before deploying more."

Peter pressed his thumb against his chin, deep in thought.

"So what he wants is resources… at the end of the day no one helps others for free."

His voice lowered. "Still… if it's only resources, maybe we can manage that."

In the end, Peter reluctantly agreed to Cillian's proposal.

But his distrust remained. He limited Cillian's demons to only a few designated battlefields under tight surveillance.

When Adeline delivered the news, Cillian merely smiled and nodded.

Resources were never his goal.

All he needed was permission, authorization for his forces to enter the domains of the Heavenly Army.

With this cooperation sealed, the tendrils of the Endless Abyss began to stretch outward.

——————x——————

Under the sanction of Heaven's Mountain, the dark will of the Abyss reached into every corner of the newborn multiverse.

Countless demon legions, their fanged smiles gleaming, surged into their assigned battlefields.

For them, there was no need for purpose.

Slaughter was their purpose.

But this time, their master had given them a higher command, They were to taint the very foundation of this young multiverse, sowing seeds of corruption and decay wherever they went.

And while doing so, they would quietly infect the hearts of their new allies, the proud warriors of Heaven's Mountain.

Within those holy ranks, the demons would plant seeds of sin, whispering doubts into weary minds, and drawing cracks into their perfect order.

Above the blackened horizon of the Abyss, Cillian stood beside Angel Adeline, gazing down as his armies departed into the rifts of war.

A faint smile curved his lips.

With the help of the Heavenly Army, countless demon legions descended upon the front lines, clashing with the Zerg across the expanding war zones.

But such movements could never happen overnight. Even with divine support, it took weeks for the Abyssal armies to fully reach their assigned positions.

After all, the battlefield this time stretched across an entire nascent multiverse, a war fought on scales that defied mortal understanding.

For Cillian, this was the first time he had witnessed such a war unfold in real space, one where even the fall of a world was no more than a ripple across infinity.

Time seemed to contract for the everyone, though the conflict had raged for years, those caught within it no longer felt its passage. Their lives had become a blur of endless battles, explosions, and silence between storms.

Yet among them, there was one being who began to lose her grasp on time entirely,

the angel Adeline.

Lately, she could feel something was wrong.

——————x——————

"Great angel, we'll next join forces with the Forty-Second Demon Legion and advance toward position XR788."

Inside the command bridge of her flagship, Adeline sat motionless in her throne-like chair, her gaze distant.

Before her, the Heavenly Army's field commander was giving a detailed account of the front's situation.

"We've conducted full reconnaissance of the XR788 sector," he said, tapping the screen beside him.

"Please, have a look—"

The display lit up.

On it, countless mother insects writhed grotesquely, their swollen abdomens pulsing as they produced streams of gray-patterned eggs.

Each egg shimmered faintly with a strange gradient, and inside them, larvae squirmed in rapid development, so fast it was nearly unnatural.

Within minutes of being carried away by worker drones, the eggs hatched, releasing perfect replicas of one another.

The newly born larvae were thrown into nutrient pools built by the Zerg, massive, viscous pits filled with organic fluids.

Once submerged, the larvae extended small tentacles from both sides of their bodies, latching onto the pool's walls and absorbing every last drop of nutrient fluid until nothing remained.

Absorbing, not eating.

Because the Zerg's evolution had long abandoned primitive digestion. They "consumed" through pure efficiency.

Those that absorbed little became workers and fighters.

Those that consumed more grew into brain worms or evolved larvae.

And those that absorbed massive quantities, whose bodies began to crystallize, they became highest form of Zerg.

These towering entities surpassed legendary-rank and even demigods in strength, commanding the swarm like living disasters.

"Your Excellency," the commander continued, voice sharp with focus,

"you can clearly see that behind position XR788, there are numerous mature queen insects. That's our target."

"They're reproducing at a rate of hundreds of eggs per second, replacing every fallen Zerg almost instantly. If we can destroy this cluster, we'll relieve immense pressure from several war zones."

He continued explaining tactical maneuvers, describing how the demons could be used as expendable front-line forces to absorb the enemy's first wave.

No matter how ferocious the demons were, in his eyes they were nothing but fodder. For the Heavenly Army, status defined worth far more than combat power.

But as the commander spoke, his words began to trail off.

Something was wrong.

The angel seated before him wasn't listening.

Adeline's eyes were half-lidded. Her chin rested gently on her hand. The corners of her lips curved upward in a faint, almost tender smile.

And then..

a soft, rhythmic sound escaped her.

"…snore…"

The commander froze, unsure whether to breathe.

He dared not speak, dared not think. His status was far beneath hers. From birth, he had been taught that angels were not beings to be questioned.

But as Adeline's quiet snores continued, he began to grimace.

He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Cough—cough!"

Adeline's eyes snapped open.

"Ah! I wasn't asleep! Please, continue!" she blurted, her expression stiffening as the commander bowed low to hide his discomfort.

As he resumed the report, Adeline pressed her fingers to her temple, her thoughts spinning.

What's happening to me?

She could feel it clearly, her discipline was slipping. Her divine focus, and her perfect composure were beginning drop off.

"I've never been this… lazy," she thought, shocked. "I can't even stay awake during a tactical briefing. That's unthinkable for an angel of Heaven's Mountain!"

She discreetly pinched her thigh beneath the armor, trying to wake herself. The sting helped, but only barely.

And then, her mind froze.

"Wait… what was I dreaming about?"

Her face paled, her wings twitched, and a panic rippled through her.

"Oh no… Adeline, you didn't… you couldn't have…"

She remembered flashes of warmth, the touch of darkness curling around her like a lover's breath. A place without light or form. A whisper that had no voice but filled her entirely, and pleasure that had her body melt.

Her hands trembled. She waved hurriedly at the commander. "The battle plan is approved. Proceed as discussed. You may go."

The commander hesitated, saluted, and left without a word.

When the door closed, silence filled the bridge.

Adeline pressed both hands against her chest, her breath unsteady.

Angels did dream, but their dreams were sacred reflections of their inner purity. Visions of divine light, of teaching, of creation.

But Adeline's dream was nothing like the sacred visions angels were meant to have. She found herself in a vast, lightless void, wrapped in swirling black mist that seemed alive. Within that suffocating darkness, she felt something forbidden, an overwhelming, intoxicating pleasure that made her wings tremble.

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