My Seven Wives Are Beautiful Saintesses - Chapter 181

Chapter 181: Chapter 181: The Void Triumphs and the Immortals Descend
Emperor Sirius came forward.

​He was magnificent as ever, his figure outlined against the sun by the power of the Grand Solar Art. Unlike his previous, hurried appearance during the ambush, Sirius was now fully prepared, bolstered by the imminent power of his Goddess. He rode a magnificent, armored silver charger, and his expression was one of supreme, chilling confidence.

​He looked up at the overwhelming, technological nightmare of the Void Armada, and a slow, arrogant smirk stretched across his impossibly handsome face.

​Sirius raised his hand, and his voice, amplified by a powerful Divine Array, boomed across the vast battlefield, reaching every corner of the sky and the ground.

​”Vahn Necrotis! You crawl out of your dark cesspits, thinking your crude technology and Demonic filth can challenge the will of a Goddess! You are a fool who delays his own execution!”

​He pointed a shimmering golden lance directly at the Imperial Dreadnought.

​”We gave you one chance for a quiet life in your conquered south. You refused. Now, the Grand Descent is upon us! Your entire Empire is nothing more than a few days’ feast for the Goddess Attila’s true power! Prepare to meet the judgment of Heaven, usurper!”

The immense Void Armada remained suspended in the air, a silent, technological threat facing the gleaming, righteous might of the Celestial Empire’s Angelic host.

Below, Emperor Sirius stood, his arrogance a shield against the existential dread of facing the Void Emperor.

Vahn, standing on the deck of the Imperial Dreadnought, ignored Sirius’s taunts. His eyes, now possessing the piercing clarity of the Tribulation Realm, were fixed on the distant capital where the Tower of Primordials scraped the heavens.

He could see the Tower buzzing with otherworldly energy. The light emanating from its apex was no longer just spiritual; it was divine. The Dimensional Focusing Array was nearing completion.

The urgency was real. Every second spent exchanging barbs was a second closer to Goddess Attila’s irreversible descent.

Vahn gave a single, cold command to his communication officer, Ezekiel: “Initiate full-scale engagement.”

There was no negotiation, no final warning.

Vahn initiated the battle at once.

“HUMM! HUMMMM! BUZZ!”

The Titanic Warships roared to life.

Hundreds of cannon heads glowed with internal Void energy, discharging focused blasts of annihilation. The opening salvo was not aimed at the center, but at the structural weaknesses of the Angelic formation.

The annihilation cannons targeted enemy flanks, where the Celestial supply lines and defensive formations were weakest. The concentrated energy of the Void-enhanced weaponry hit the Angels’ spiritual shields like a tidal wave, reducing entire platoons to ashes instantly. The Angelic Warriors, magnificent in their individual power, were unprepared for the sheer, organized destruction of the Void’s fleet technology.

One massive Annihilation Cannon blast was specifically aimed at the Tower of Primordials. It sliced through the sky, like a dark spear intended to decapitate the Celestial Empire’s goal before the battle truly began.

BOOM!

The shot struck the Tower’s highest point, but instead of vaporizing it, it met an obstacle. A powerful Light Shield—a true divine barrier, likely powered by a piece of Attila’s essence—came to life,

encompassing the entire structure. The Void blast hit the shield and dissipated with a thunderous conceptual shockwave, demonstrating that the enemy still held significant, high-level defense. The shield stopped it with ease.

The failure of the single, decisive strike signaled the end of the opening phase. The battle erupted in full scale.

Vahn’s meticulously organized force executed the multi-layered attack perfectly.

His war generals, Ezekiel and Selena, along with the vast rank-and-file of the Necrotic and Demon armies, charged the main terrestrial force. They engaged the regular Celestial cultivators, using overwhelming numbers and tactical suppression.

The other Commanders, Vahn’s five Wives, took to the skies, leading their respective elite battalions against the core of the enemy’s power. Aria (War Dao) and Flama (Flame Dao) focused on dismantling the celestial infantry formations.

Lilith (Darkness Dao) and Evelina (Ice Dao) utilized their elemental contrast to create chaos and dimensional disruption.

Seraphina (Light Dao) acted as the supreme combat medic and spiritual buffer, counteracting any fatal divine energy strikes. Their mission was clear: taking down the Angelic Warriors and the senior Celestial commanders leading their respective battalions.

The main focus, however, was in the stratosphere.

Vahn took on Emperor Sirius himself.

Sirius, enraged by the slaughter of his troops, met Vahn with his Divine-infused gold lance, initiating a high-speed duel.

Vahn, now a true Tribulation Realm master, moved with cold, unearthly precision, matching Sirius’s solar power with the infinite negation of the Void. Every collision between the Emperor of Light and the Emperor of Darkness released energy that vaporized mountains kilometers below.

Things were looking bad for the Celestial Empire. Their technological and organizational deficiency was clear. Vahn’s army was pushing the Angelic Warriors back, suffering minimal losses compared to the sheer, instantaneous annihilation inflicted by the Void Cannons.

Just as the Celestial lines began to fracture under the unified pressure of Vahn’s Empresses, the tide of battle shifted violently.

A sudden, deafening chorus of divine music echoed from the heavens above the Tower of Primordials. Seven pillars of blinding, golden light descended onto the battlefield.

From these pillars emerged the Seven Archangels of Virtue—the true, ultimate killing machines of the Celestial God, Attila.

Each Archangel radiated power at the absolute, terrifying Earth Immortal Realm.

There was no denying it.

With the Seven Archangels of Virtue joining in, the battlefield dynamics were instantly inverted.

Archangel Michael (Courage) countered Aria’s strategic onslaught.

Archangel Raphael (Healing) instantly began repairing the immense damage inflicted by the Void Cannons.

Archangel Gabriel (Mercy) targeted the Demonic contingents, using pure light to burn the corruption from their spiritual cores.

The coordination and raw divine power were overwhelming. The Void Empire was pushed back. The Archangels, moving with terrifying speed, carved through the Demon and Necrotic platoons. Several platoons were wiped clean, their souls not just killed, but purified and consumed by the divine fire.

The Archangels formed a protective ring above the Celestial capital, their wings beating in perfect synchronization.

“Foolish mortals!” Archangel Michael thundered, his voice ringing with divine fury. “Do you truly believe a human aberration can defy Heaven? You fight against destiny itself!”

They arrogantly hovered in the air, declaring the Void Empire’s demise, confident in their overwhelming power.

“The Goddess doesn’t even need to come personally. We are enough!”

However, their arrogance, much like Emperor Sirius’s, was premature. Their happiness didn’t last long.

The moment the Archangels made their grand, dimension-shaking entrance, a corresponding, equally terrifying fissure opened in the sky, directly opposite the Tower of Primordials. This tear was not of light, but of abyssal shadows and the primal chill of the Nether Realm.

Buzzzz!

A wave of crushing, eternal darkness rolled across the battlefield, instantly extinguishing the divine light of the Archangels’ arrogance.

From the fissure, seven colossal, ancient entities emerged: Darkness Dragons whose scales were the color of forgotten stars and whose roars were the sound of dying universes.

Several Powerful Darkness Dragons descended from the Nether Realm, their auras placing them unequivocally in the Earth Immortal tier.

The aid from Necrotis House arrived.

Leading this terrifying counter-force, not on dragons but manifesting with blinding, casual power, were two figures who commanded the instant, absolute respect of the Darkness Dragons.

First, appearing with a flash of regal shadow and commanding presence, was Vahn’s sister, Vaylin. Her aura was overwhelming, possessing the terrifying, cold purity of the ultimate Shadow Assassin, an Earth Immortal master in her own right.

And next to her, radiating the blinding, infinite gold-black light of true power, was the figure who defied Dalu’s very laws of existence: Vahn’s father, Velzard, the Golden Immortal.

Velzard stood against the sky, clad in robes of Void-threaded gold, his eyes twin galaxies of power. He looked at the Archangels and the Tower with an expression of utter, chilling contempt.

“You call yourselves enough?” Velzard’s voice was calm, yet it resonated across all spiritual planes, silencing the Archangels’ divine chorus.

“Attila’s dogs only knows to bark. Don’t worry Son. You dad will hold the Sky for you!”

“Hmph! Arrogance!” Archangel Michael snorted with contempt. “Your tiny Void Dragon Clan in our list once we take back the power of Void God from you son.”

“What did you say? You want to hurt my son?”

Velzard eyes darkened like abyss itself. The fury behind those eyes were uncontrollable.

Velzard fixed his gaze upon the Tower of Primordials, where the divine shield pulsed, desperately trying to accelerate the Goddess’s descent. He ignored the Archangels, deeming them unworthy distractions.

​”Vaylin, protect the flanks. These gnats are beneath my notice,” Velzard commanded, his voice a casual thunder that rattled the stars. “I shall end this charade now.”

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​Extremely angered, Velzard initiated the true display of his power. The gold-black spiritual robes dissolved, and his human form began to expand, distorting space and time around him. He was returning to his primal state—the fusion of the Void Dragon God lineage and his Golden Immortal mastery.

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Flash!

In a cataclysmic flash of energy that momentarily blinded every cultivator below the Tribulation Realm, Velzard transformed.

​His scale was beyond comprehension. The immense, black, serpentine body of the Darkness Dragon materialized, stretching across the sky. The length of his dragon form was an unimaginable 100,000 kilometers—a being whose mass alone threatened to crush Dalu.

“Oh my God!”

Everyone watched with horror.

He was a colossal, living concept of primordial darkness, dwarfing the vast Void Armada and the mountains beneath him.

​The sight was so spiritually overwhelming that the remaining Celestial soldiers collapsed, paralyzed by existential terror.

Even Vahn felt the crushing pressure of his father’s transcendent power.

​Velzard, now a cosmic serpent of void and darkness, coiled once in the sky. He lowered his colossal head toward the distant Tower of Primordials, which now looked like a mere toothpick beneath his maw.