Abyssal Lord of the Magi World

Zatiel woke up in a large bed along with two gorgeous women. There was a large smile on their sleeping faces, and one could sense nothing but love in them.

The Neo-Demon looked at Sophia and Zitra with tender eyes. After those five years in which he worked non-stop, he chose to take a small break and spend time with his wives.

Although he had used the Virtual Dream Universe to accompany them over the last few decades, it was not the same as being together in the real world.

Zatiel stood up with care, making sure not to wake the women. He took a moment to focus on their bellies, but he could only ruefully shake his head.

He knew that Sophia and Zitra wanted nothing more than to bear his offspring. Still, after his samsara reincarnation and the birth of the Alpha-Omega Samsara King Bloodline, the chances of his seed triggering the birth of a new soul were zero.

The Neo-Demon took a step forward, silently teleporting to the void as Myriad covered his body in bark armor. All the serenity and thrill disappeared from his face, replaced by solemness.

The Realm Avatar appeared next to Zatiel and performed a deep bow.

"All of the preparations have been completed. There is no Neo-Demon outside of the Neo-Demon Realm, and Drones have already taken care of the missions across the Prima Universe."

Hades knew that Zatiel's destiny had already reached a level that made him the most talented life form in the multiverse, yet he wanted to raise it even higher.

The Neo-Demon Race formed a blood feud with the Mind Ruler Race, Heavenly Race, and Leviathan Race, so the Evil Primarchs would do everything in their power to stop Zatiel's plans.

Threatening the Neo-Demons spread across the Prima Universe would be the fastest way to do it, so by bringing all of them back into the Neo-Demon Realm, they handled that soft spot.

Zatiel saw the Realm Avatar's seriousness and knew everything was ready. He closed his eyes for a moment, generating a Dream Avatar in the Ninth Level of Legacy.

He stared at the six largest flying castles on the level and took a deep breath before shouting with all his strength.

"It 's time to act!"

There was a Dream Avatar in a meditative position in each of those majestic flying castles. Just waking one of them was an impressive feat, but those words made the six rise.

Along with those words, the six Dream Avatars received a stream of information telling them where they needed to go.

In the Titan World, Hyperion and Nut open their eyes and look at each other before teleporting. Many powerhouses from the Titan Race and Sacred Beast Race remained behind to keep an eye on the Sacred Trial.

Close to the Crystal Wall of the Prima-Eldritch Universe Final Battlefield, Bahamut analyzed the situation in the Void Ring as the message reached him.

"ROAR!" The Dragon Primarch unleashed a mighty roar, making another dragon bathed in flames appear by his side.

Bahamut only stared at the Rank 9 Dragon before vanishing. He had already given all the instructions needed.

There was a strange world in the Prima Universe whose landmass was made purely of solidified energy. That was the home of the Spirit Race.

On the peak of the Spirit World's highest mountain stood a humanoid. Powerful lightning fell from the highest sky and constantly struck them, but they did not move a single muscle.

Noir, the Spirit Primarch, received the message just like their counterparts in the other great powers. They stood up and immediately vanished from the world.

Issac and Ivar were fighting on the Prima Universe's edge. That was the only place where their attacks would not harm the universe's law matrix.

The Flawless fire attack after attack with Ars Goetia but the Magus Primarch blocked them with ease. Not only were Issac's golden hands extremely fast, but their power had reached a whole new level after this one evolved his energy into Rank 10.

As soon as the Magus Primarch heard Zatiel's words, he stopped the fight.

Ivar saw the seriousness in Issac's face and understood what was happening.

The Magus Primarch headed toward the coordinates Zatiel gave him, while the Flawless teleported toward the Magi World to act as its guardian.

The last and strongest of the six Primarchs was currently fighting in the core of Carceri. Salomon fought against multiple Rank 9 Demodands simultaneously. He had sealed his soul force and energy, only relying on the might of his body for this fight.

While he had difficulty fighting those ferocious fiends in a mele battle, the Immortal Primarch smiled as he felt the might his body achieved.

The moment Salomon heard Zatiel's words, he unlocked his centers of power and sent the Rank 9 Demodands flying away before teleporting out of Carceri.

Zatiel did not wait for the Primarchs, and after delivering the message to the Dream Avatars, he teleported to his destination.

He appeared above a mighty bridge that extended for countless light-years. In it, trillions of creatures were in a battle that seemed never to end.

Devils and Demons kill each other on this bridge known as the Styx River. Each side had hundreds of thousands of Demon Lords or Devil Lords among their ranks.

Zatiel looked at the carnage with empty eyes, and none of those fiends were even aware of his presence. Nevertheless, all of that changed as the Neo-Demon's aura exploded, and one hundred and ninety-eight Archfiends appeared around him.

All those Demons and Devils that were in a brutal carnage stopped their battles as they looked above them and saw that shocking scene.

Some Demon Lords and Devils Lords had never seen an Archfiend before, yet now almost two hundred appeared out of nowhere.

Their shock had only begun since the next moment Zatiel clasped his hands, activating the runes in those Archfiends, making them glow like evil suns.

Next, the Neo-Demon Ancestor pronounced four words that would go down in the Prima Universe's history as the rise of the most incredible powerhouse of the multiverse.

"Chaos-Order Unity Formation!"