I FOUND A DOOR TO TENSURA AND BECAME BROKEN IN THE REAL WORLD TOO-Chapter 85: The Rise of the Final War

Despite the apocalyptic battle raging outside, Tempest itself stood untouched, shielded by the divine barrier that Yuuya and Rimuru had erected together. The colossal dome of shimmering cosmic energy covered the entire nation, rendering it impervious to all external attacks.

The people of Tempest stood atop the city walls, staring into the heavens, where the sky was painted with fire and blood, a scene straight from hell's abyss. Though terrified by the chaos, they also watched in awe, knowing that the barrier would hold, keeping them safe from the unrelenting carnage outside.

Far away, in the Heavenly Palace, Feldway stood with Zelanus, watching the battlefield through divine projections that hovered before them. The once-glorious palace gleamed with corrupted celestial light, its halls now filled with the stench of betrayal and madness.

Feldway's eyes narrowed, his golden irises flashing with cruel delight as he witnessed the devastation his forces wrought. The heavens themselves trembled with the power being unleashed.

Zelanus, seated on his thorned throne of blackened chitin, sneered as he watched his cryptid insectars and angels of ruin falling by the thousands.

"Tch... these so-called Demon Lords are far more dangerous than I anticipated," he spat, his mandibles clicking irritably.

Feldway's lips curved into a chilling smile, his voice smooth and filled with malice.

"They're strong... yes. But they're still mortal."

With a sinister wave of his hand, Feldway's secret army emerged from the void.

From the swirling abyssal portal, a new wave of horror poured forth—Angels of Ruin, divine executioners, each adorned in blackened celestial armor with golden divine runes that radiated pure annihilation energy. Their eyes gleamed with soulless wrath, and their wings dripped with corrupted celestial flame.

Then came Zelanus' cryptid elite—massive, insectoid monstrosities, each larger than a mountain, with corrosive venom leaking from their razor-sharp mandibles. Their claws could shred steel, their venom could melt magic barriers, and their hardened chitinous exoskeletons were reinforced with abyssal magic.

Feldway's eyes glimmered with malice as he turned to Zelanus, his voice laced with cruelty.

"Let us make this world tremble, shall we?"

Zelanus' six eyes gleamed with malicious glee as he grinned, baring his razor-sharp mandibles.

"Hehehe... send them everywhere. Let's see if the Demon Lords can handle the REAL invasion."

In a coordinated assault, Feldway and Zelanus unleashed their elite legions upon the Demon Lords' domains, aiming to divide their forces and conquer them one by one.

But Ruberios—Luminous' domain—was not as vulnerable as they anticipated.

The city of eternal night was completely enshrouded in divine barriers that Yuuya had erected before leaving with Luminous. The entire domain was shielded by layers of void-infused protection, stronger than even Rimuru's Labyrinth defenses.

Around the city, massive shadow beasts, infused with Yuuya's Conqueror Sovereign, stood as guardians. These were monstrous, eldritch creatures with abyssal eyes and ethereal claws that could tear through space itself. Some hovered in the sky, their glowing eyes piercing the darkness, while others prowled the perimeter like silent sentinels,

ready to slaughter anything that crossed the threshold.

When Feldway's angels and Zelanus' insectars arrived, they slammed into the barriers with a thunderous impact. The divine protection didn't even waver—the attacks were simply erased on contact.

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Within the city, Hinata Sakaguchi, Louis, and Ghunter gathered with Ruberios' holy knights, watching the enemy forces struggle helplessly against Yuuya's unbreakable barrier.

Hinata smirked, her blue eyes gleaming coldly.

"They don't stand a chance..."

Louis chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

"Our lord's barriers are absolute. They might as well be trying to punch through a black hole."

Meanwhile, Luminous, who stood by Yuuya's side far away in Tempest, could feel her domain was completely safe. She glanced at him, her eyes filled with warmth, grateful for his protection.

"You really are too good to me," she whispered, brushing her lips lightly against his.

Yuuya smirked, caressing her cheek with his thumb.

"I simply protect what's mine."

In Milim's Dragon Kingdom, the sky split open as the new wave of angels and insectars descended. Their blackened wings blotted out the sun, and their abyssal roars shook the mountains.

Standing atop a cliff, Milim Nava cracked her knuckles, her emerald eyes ablaze with excitement. Her pink hair whipped in the storm winds, her lips curled into a bloodthirsty grin.

"Finally... some REAL fun."

With a maniacal laugh, she leapt into the sky, her aura exploding outward in a colossal wave of destruction, vaporizing hundreds of insectars in an instant.

Midray, her loyal subordinate, appeared beside her, his golden spear dripping with angelic ichor.

"Milim-sama, leave some for me," he smirked.

Milim grinned wildly, her voice dripping with playful menace.

"Keep up if you can!"

She then summoned a colossal dragon of pure energy, its roar splitting the heavens. She hurled it toward the enemy lines, incinerating thousands of insectars and angels in one blow.

In the Ice Continent, Guy Crimson stood atop a frozen peak, his long crimson hair flowing like wildfire in the icy wind. Rain and Misery, his demonic maids, stood beside him, their eyes blazing with bloodlust.

Rain licked her lips, her crimson eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Mmm... so many playthings."

Misery's voice was cold, deadly calm.

"Shall we, Lord Guy?"

Guy's golden eyes narrowed, a devilish smirk tugging at his lips.

"Make them regret coming here."

Without another word, Guy blurred into motion, his aura exploding in a crimson tempest, reducing legions of angels and insectars to smoldering ashes.

Rain and Misery followed, their blades singing through the air, dancing through their enemies with vicious grace.

Back in Tempest, the Eastern Empire's forces made their final push, unleashing everything they had left—magical tanks, mechanical golems, and divine siege engines.

But they were too late.

Testarossa, Ultima, and Carrera descended on them like angels of death, their divine destruction reducing entire legions to ashen remains.

And above it all, Rimuru floated, his True Dragon eyes gleaming with power. With a wave of his hand, he unleashed waves of void energy, erasing the Empire's elite units.

As Zelanus and Feldway's final wave approached, Yuuya smirked, watching with amused eyes.

"And now... the real fun begins."

The battles across the Cardinal World raged on with ferocious intensity, the very fabric of reality trembling under the clashes of gods and monsters.

In every Demon Lord's domain, the stronger angels and cryptid insectars launched a merciless assault. The skies burned with celestial fire, and the earth cracked beneath the weight of divine and abyssal power.

In Leon's El Dorado, the golden city was now a blazing fortress, with Leon Cromwell standing at its center, his eyes fierce and unyielding. With every motion of his Celestial Executioner, he unleashed divine sunbursts, turning hordes of insectars and angels into ash.

But the stronger insectar elites, with their adaptive armor and chaotic regeneration, withstood his flames and counterattacked with brutal ferocity.

In Draguel's realm, the Celestial Keeper of Time's Balance fought with relentless fury, his blades carving through time itself, creating temporal ruptures that froze and shattered legions of insectars. Yet, Zelanus' elite cryptids kept coming, evolving with each death, becoming faster and deadlier, forcing Draguel and Glassord to unleash their full celestial might.

In the Ice Continent, Guy Crimson, alongside Rain and Misery, tore through the invading forces. Guy's Pandemonium flames scorched entire legions, while Rain's shadow scythe slashed through divine barriers with ruthless precision. Misery's cursed magic withered even the immortal insectars, yet the angels' divine restoration brought them back, stronger and faster.

Milim Nava, in her Dragon Kingdom, roared with primal glee, her eyes glowing with emerald fury. She ripped through entire armies with her bare hands, her fists shattering mountains, her flame-clad dragon wings scorching the earth. Yet, Zelanus' monstrous generals, now infused with Feldway's abyssal blessings, endured her wrath, countering with spatial ruptures and reality-bending magic.

Veldora, having left Velgrynd behind, soared into the fray, his draconic aura illuminating the battlefield. His roar of cataclysm annihilated entire legions of angels and insectars, but even he sensed the darker storm approaching.

In Tempest, the war against the Eastern Empire raged on, but the tides had shifted. Testarossa, Ultima, and Carrera, with demonic grace and bloodthirsty smiles, rampaged through the imperial soldiers, tearing through their ranks like wolves among sheep.

Testarossa, with her crimson eyes burning with bloodlust, turned the battlefield into a sea of acidic death, her blood magic consuming entire platoons, dissolving both flesh and metal with brutal elegance.

Ultima, her lilac hair whipping through the air, moved like a wraith, teleporting between enemy commanders, ripping out their hearts with her bare hands. She smiled with wicked delight, bathing in their despair.

Carrera, with manic glee, summoned dozens of nuclear explosions, turning the Empire's armored legions into molten craters, her cackling laughter echoing across the battlefield.

Behind them, Rimuru's generals—Benimaru, Zegion, Diablo, and Souei—unleashed their full might.

Benimaru, with his Crimson Lotus Flame, engulfed entire platoons in volcanic infernos, reducing even the Empire's elite magic knights to ashes.

Zegion, the Insect Monarch, moved faster than sound, his phantom blades cutting through both space and time, splintering reality with each strike.

Diablo, with a wicked smile, unleashed torrents of black chaos, obliterating entire battalions with a mere gesture. His crimson eyes gleamed with sadistic joy as he annihilated thousands with casual elegance.

Souei, ever the silent executioner, weaved through the enemy lines, slicing necks and severing limbs with fluid grace, his shadows moving like sentient death.

The Eastern Empire's forces, despite their advanced technology and overwhelming numbers, were utterly decimated, their futuristic warships falling from the sky, reduced to burning wreckage by Rimuru's barrier-enhanced defenses.

Far away, in the Heavenly Palace, Feldway and Zelanus stood at the edge of reality, watching the destruction unfold.

Zelanus' mandibles clicked hungrily, his six glowing eyes flashing with malice.

"The Cardinal World fights well," he growled with amusement.

"But they will not survive what comes next."

Feldway's golden eyes narrowed, his voice a cold, cruel whisper.

"It is time to end their pathetic resistance."

With a motion of his hand, Feldway unleashed his true trump card—the final army, comprised of his elite celestial angels, and Zelanus' strongest cryptid insectars, beings that rivaled True Demon lords like Guy in strength.

In the midst of the raging battle, Feldway, Zelanus, and Rudra appeared on the Cardinal World's battlefield. The sky darkened instantly, and gravity itself seemed to buckle under their combined presence.

Rudra, now fully under Michael's control, walked forward with empty, golden eyes, his once-majestic presence reduced to a divine puppet. Zelanus radiated corrupt abyssal power, his body pulsating with cryptic essence.

And Feldway—his divine aura now blackened and twisted—smirked malevolently, his celestial spear pulsing with abyssal flame.

Facing them stood the assembled Demon Lords:

Rimuru, his eyes glowing with glacial intensity, his mana overflowing.

Guy Crimson, his Pandemonium flames rippling around him like a living inferno.

Milim, her emerald eyes ablaze with battle-lust, crackling with draconic energy.

Leon, his golden radiance reflecting the divine sun itself.

Draguel, his celestial blades dripping with temporal essence, burning with eternal wrath.

Veldora, his draconic aura shaking the land, a walking storm of raw destruction.

Behind them stood their generals and subordinates, their aura blazing with resolve.

Without warning, Feldway's divine power surged, his celestial form distorting with abyssal chaos.

Turning to Michael, he smirked darkly.

"It's time we become perfection."

With divine madness, Feldway and Michael fused, their essence merging into one being, creating an entity of absolute destruction.

The sky was torn asunder, and a massive pulse of divine and abyssal energy erupted, shattering mountains and splintering the earth.

When the light faded, Feldway stood reborn—an Abyssal Archangel, his wings now infused with abyssal flames, his eyes black voids burning with crimson malice, his voice a distorted blend of Michael and Feldway.

"We... are reborn. We are the Abyssal Archangel."

The Demon Lords charged, unleashing their full power, but Feldway's new form was overwhelming.

Rimuru's space-time slashes were deflected effortlessly.

Milim's dragon fists were caught mid-swing, and she was hurled into the distance, crashing through mountains.

Guy's Pandemonium flames were absorbed, fueling Feldway's chaos.

Draguel's temporal slashes slowed, but Feldway's abyssal aura negated time itself.

As the Demon Lords struggled, Feldway laughed maniacally, standing in the midst of their destruction, his eyes glowing with apocalyptic madness, while Zelanus' cryptid swarms tore into their ranks.

Far away, Yuuya watched with a wicked smirk, waiting for his moment—the moment when the Cardinal World's last hope would fall... and he would make his grand entrance.