Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills-Chapter 442: The First Hell

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Very soon, hundreds of battleships descended upon the Kievan Continent, among which ten were Heaven-Class battleships and two were Divine-Class battleships.

The Divine-Class battleships were significantly heavier, but this posed no problem for the Dual Continent, as its mass had been strengthened by Aengus.

From the battleships emerged thousands upon thousands of radiant holy lifeforms. Some were as small as fairies, others resembled angels and holy spirits, while some were massive Devas with multiple arms.

They all quickly knelt before Aria and Aengus, their eyes gleaming with fanatical devotion as they found themselves in the presence of their creator—their God.

Aengus gazed at the kneeling celestial beings domineeringly.

Aria stood beside him, her presence radiating equal authority.

Bella, watching from the side, just remained silent.

A golden-armored figure stepped forward, his six wings folded behind Aria.

"Your Excellency, Creation Goddess, is this the man to whom you wish to hand over the Celestial Empire?" he asked respectfully, his tone half-doubtful.

"Yes. Is there a problem? He is the God of Creation now. Treat him as you treated me," Aria ordered strictly, her authority absolute. Her command was not to be defied.

The golden-armored Archangel flinched upon receiving confirmation.

He looked at the tall man with black hair, clad in an imperial robe, his presence palpable, as if he held galaxy-level power within his grasp.

Feeling the growing pressure from Aengus, every Celestial gasped.

"So, it’s true. We have a new God of Creation..."

"Indeed, and he is incredibly powerful. I can sense all laws within him."

"He is the God of Creation."

"Your Excellency, Supreme Creator, we have arrived as commanded. The Celestial Empire stands ready for unification."

Aengus nodded. "Rise, Celestials."

The Golden armoured Archangel named Seraphis rose and spoke, "The Celestial Empire has mobilized some of its forces. The 48 planetary strongholds are secured. The army consists of 12 billion Apostles, 5 million Elite Apostles, 300 thousands Divine Ascendants, and 500 Overlords. We await further orders."

He spoke about the ranks within the Celestial Empire. In essence, their forces comprised 12 billion Sky Dominators, 5 million World Dominators, 300,000 Star Dominators, and 500 Nebula Dominators.

Hearing this, the generals and Kievans were shocked by the sheer numbers. The Celestial Empire’s forces were already twice their own, yet this was not even the full strength of the empire.

The Celestial Empire was truly a dominant force in the Primal Realm. And why wouldn’t it be, when it controlled hundreds of thousands of lifeworlds?

However, the selection of higher officials was strictly based on their unwavering faith in the Creation Goddess.

Aria spoke next. "Seraphis, Michael, Have the integration process begin immediately. Ensure smooth governance between both empires. And was there any resistance?"

"Minimal, your excellency," Michael, an Archangel like Seraphis, replied. "But all the nobles will submit soon. They understand resistance is futile before your divine will."

Aengus turned to his generals. "Leon, Martin, Felix oversee the merger. Ensure efficiency and no internal conflicts. Keep watch on the rude children."

General Leon bowed. "It will be done, Your Majesty."

Quin cracked his knuckles. "Leave it to us, you majesty. If anyone dares disrupt the order, they’ll regret it."

From the distant, Black and White observed silently. Aron, standing beside them, absorbed everything with curiosity and awe.

Aengus turned to look at Black and White.

Now that the merging of the Prime Empire had begun, it was finally time for him to leave for the Underworld.

Time passed, and evening fell.

Aengus stood in a hallway, but he was not alone.

Aria, Bella, Black, and White stood before him.

"Stay safe, and come back quickly, husband," Bella said softly.

"Don’t worry, Bella. Aria is with you—she will know my whereabouts even in the Underworld," Aengus reassured her gently.

Bella looked at Aria for confirmation.

Aria nodded in affirmation. "It’s true, Sister Bella. We are now connected as one."

Her tone was calm, but Bella couldn’t shake the feeling that there was a hint of flaunting in her words.

However, all of her thoughts vanished as Aengus placed a light kiss on her cheek.

Turning to Aria, he spoke, "Aria, take care of Aron and the Empire, will you?"

"Yes, I will. But be back quickly—Aron will miss you," Aria replied, accepting the responsibility while savoring his touch, even if it was only for a second.

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"I will miss you all. Hopefully, this ends quickly," Aengus said with a hint of apology in his voice.

"Your Excellency, should we accompany you?" Black and White asked.

"No, I can go alone. Stay here and keep my son company. Teach him everything he needs to know."

"As you wish, Your Excellency," they replied in unison.

Buzz, buzz!

Aengus’ form started to fluctuate, as if he were disappearing from reality completely.

This was no simple travel from one place to another. He was about to enter the Infinite Dimension of the Dead Realm—a place far beyond the Universes, the Multiverse, and all realities.

To go there, there was only one way: by dying.

But that absolute rule did not apply to Aengus.

With the authority of Creation Extremity, he could bring his physical body into the Realm of the Dead—a feat not even achievable by the Adjudicator himself.

Plop!

With a smile Aengus disappeared from everyone’s eyes.

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The Realm of the Dead.

A place where Heaven and Hell coexisted—an endless domain of suffering and happiness intertwined.

In a particular section, a vast blackened land stretched endlessly under a blood-red moon.

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Clang! Clang! Clang!

Countless chains sprawled across the land, each one shackling hollow-eyed souls like ancient slaves. The chains extended endlessly into the void, as if fishing for both the wicked and the virtuous alike.

Each line of chains led to an obsidian throne, where ghostly figures, formed from an unknown black energy, sat. They meticulously inscribed names onto parchment, recording the history of every arriving soul.

The place resembled the afterlife’s judgment—a section where sins and virtues were weighed. The First Hell—The Day of Judgment.