Every single Demon immediately tapped into their space rings as they tried to activate an artefact they all possessed that allowed them to teleport back to the Abyssal Realm from anywhere within the Galaxy. But to their utmost shock, it hadn’t worked; their artefacts failed to activate.

A thought occurred to them... that perhaps the Abyssal Realm had been destroyed as the Demon King fell. That thought left them even more shocked than the Demon King’s death itself.

But the Abyssal Realm hadn’t been destroyed; it remained intact. The Demons simply didn’t know that Anthony had sealed off the entire Rogue Planet. As long as one wasn’t teleporting outside the Rogue Planet itself, leaving was almost impossible unless they possessed something like an Authority, or a skill like Position Marker, which ignored all forms and types of restrictions.

But none of them did.

Although they couldn’t leave, the Demons immediately abandoned their opponents, and quite a few of them instantly decided to hide. But the people of the Acarnis Galaxy didn’t give them an inch; they chased every single Demon within their line of sight.

Demons who had been fighting with one determination or another now ran for their lives. The battlefield became a literal mess.

Some of the Angels proposed leaving the Rogue Planet. Others immediately disagreed. They couldn’t abandon the Order that HE had given them. Unless they confirmed HIS death with their own eyes, the sensation they had received might as well have been a last-minute trick used by the enemy. Some even argued that it might be a test from HIM to see who would abandon the battlefield first.

Truly, their Faith ran deep. Truly, God had corrupted their minds and souls.

At a different location, the battlefield was covered in absolute zero. Chilling ice storms engulfed everything, even the sky itself. Faith Energy and Chaos Energy were frozen solid. A blue-haired woman could be seen rampaging as she moved with lethal efficiency.

Although two days had passed, Vivian remained as graceful as ever, her mana seemingly endless and her stamina brimming. The answer was simple. The more Demons she killed, the higher her kill points became, which she used to buy things from the OP System and replenish her mana and stamina endlessly without any negative side effects or backlash.

It wasn’t only her; practically every one of Anthony’s subordinates was doing this. They had received the Battle Experience Skill from Anthony, and they were making absolute use of it.

At another location, Clement could be seen moving like a shadow, his daggers spinning in his hands. Various souls surrounded him as though he were some sort of Grim Reaper. The souls were loyal to him; they fought, they killed, and they exploded, causing devastating soul-killing effects.

Clement didn’t stop. He simply possessed the greatest efficiency on the battlefield. There was no flashy display of skill. His method of attack was simple; appear, kill, disappear, bodies hit the ground, souls vanished into his body.

Simple and effective.

Spectre was like a living storm. His katana danced endlessly in his hand as black lightning tore through everything in his path. His body was a blur, Sword Intent augmenting his Lightning and making his attacks even more devastating. But even as he fought, he couldn’t help but frown. He was a bit jealous at this moment.

His black eyes turned in a particular direction, and there he could see Collins using the Heavenly Judgement Lightning as though it were some ordinary Lightning attack.

Spectre immediately placed the ability, or rather, that specific type of Lightning, on his list of things to buy from the System Shop, although he had no idea how much it would cost. Regardless, now was the perfect opportunity to farm points. With billions of people still alive, there was no better place.

His Lightning intensified as he burned even more mana. Since it was practically endless at this point, he decided to increase the dosage.

Evelyn moved with her Light Magic. She appeared before a group of people, healed them all, then teleported away through spatial manipulation. She brought people back to their mental and physical peaks while simultaneously casting attack-based Light Magic to either save those she healed or protect herself.

Out of everyone present, she was enjoying this battle the most. After all, Irene had practically kept her cooped up, allowing her only to heal, heal, and save people endlessly. But that wasn’t who she was. She possessed the duality of being both a healer and a mage.

A sword streaked toward her chest, but she simply phased through it via spatial manipulation and immediately created a barrage of Light Weapons, impaling the Demon who attacked her to death without hesitation.

At another location was Donna. She walked upon an ocean of blood. Within blood was water, and as someone who possessed a Physique called Aqua Origin, she wasn’t limited to manipulating just water. If it contained water, she could manipulate it. With a thought, the blood ocean shook before rising toward the sky, twisting and churning as countless weapons were formed, each one gleaming while their tips pointed downward.

Even the Vampires on the battlefield couldn’t help but wonder whether they were the Vampires here or her.

With a thought, over a billion attacks descended from the sky in purging waves. But it didn’t stop there. She sent out waves of blood tsunamis to consume everything in their path. And of course, with such an obvious and straightforward attack, many people blocked it and immediately launched counterattacks against her.

But the moment they all got close, they froze in place as though time itself had stopped for them. Yet time flowed normally. Donna had simply frozen their blood. Their eyes could only widen in horror as they watched Donna manipulate the blood within their bodies and veins into massive spikes that burst out from every conceivable inch of their bodies; eyes, toes, heels, soles, heads, brains, mouths, ears, fingertips, literally nothing was spared.

Donna walked away as though it had nothing to do with her. Their blood immediately flowed out of their corpses and trailed behind her as though it worshipped her. And with the blood drained from the corpses, their bodies hit the ground with sickening thuds.

Donna simply stared ahead and continued the massacre without discrimination. Angel? Demon? Everyone received the same treatment; death.

Wherever she passed, rivers of blood followed behind her. The battlefield itself seemed to acknowledge her presence as more and more blood gathered around her figure. Weapons, spears, swords, arrows, and countless other constructs continuously formed from the crimson sea surrounding her.

Those who survived her initial attacks quickly learned a terrifying truth. Defending against Donna was meaningless. Every wound she inflicted only strengthened her further. Every corpse that fell only expanded her arsenal. The battlefield itself had become her domain.

Yet Donna showed no excitement, no anger, no pleasure. Her expression remained completely indifferent as she continued forward.

To her, this wasn’t a war. It was simply another task to complete, and so the blood-soaked massacre continued.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Well, the Galactic Invasion arc is coming to an end. Sighs, it was a long and fun ride.