Wars, constant wars plague the entire continent. Every day, a village somewhere on the mainland is being wantonly killed, trampled, and set on fire by the invaders to demonstrate against the hostile forces. . . The war has been spreading for thirteen years but has not been brought under control. Instead, it has spread like the trend in other continents, secret realms, and subspaces. . . Yao looked at the chaos in the world and asked Fats: "My goddess, are we just going to watch them go on like this endlessly?" "Yes, everything will end, as long as two people appear..."
Panic and fear, the people of the planet Seventivanjunke have never experienced such a catastrophe in their history. Since the discovery of two six-winged archangels in the capital of the Timsora Empire in the 11th year of the Dream Calendar, they have witnessed the emergence of life forms such as orcs, elves, underground beings, demons, dragons, and even lichs and demigods on this planet. They could not have imagined that the war-torn space was not just here. . .
Angels, a once aloof race. Will they continue to write their own glory when they encounter overwhelming pressure? Or become a betrayer of God and a blasphemer of God's dignity? Of course, there are. . . There are also those descendants of noble blood who are scattered in the mortal world. They have never forgotten the scenes where their ancestors used to be gods on the battlefield. . .