novelraw Chapter 1162: The Replicated Heaven
Chapter 1162: The Replicated Heaven
The immense divine power—one might call it holy force—that swept down from the heights of the firmament turned into radiant light, illuminating the entire Homeland of the Saints.
The brilliance drove away darkness, like the rising sun pushing the shadows to the edges of the horizon.
Where the light spread, Void Abyss Demons were utterly obliterated… and it seemed to target only these dimensional invaders that had entered the Heavenly Realm.
In the City of Saints, Albert returned to Robert’s side.
All the angels in the Holy City had halted, kneeling with palms pressed together, chanting the name of their Lord in praise.
“What an overwhelming supernatural domain… under this radiance, scientific truth is almost entirely suppressed. It seems I am still far too insignificant before such truth,” said Robert, unable to measure the divine light’s upper limits, half-understanding Albert’s sentiment.
One Transcendent had already fallen—just minutes ago—right before Robert’s eyes. The name of the powerful, fallen Transcendent: Beowulf.
And the angel who slew him now floated above the Holy City… a strange being far more terrifying than Albert.
The sense of danger was instinctive. In that moment, Robert realized—let alone the one high above unleashing this terrifying light, even just the angel in the sky before them was likely more than he or Albert could handle.
“This is bad!”Albert suddenly frowned. “Someone is repairing the interference to the Thrones—how is this happening so fast?!”
Before Robert could react, the strange 36-winged angel above the Holy City moved. Following the divine light, it soared toward the highest point in the heavens.
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Third Heaven, Eden.
Under the radiant divine light, the evil god Ahriman felt as though he were being burned alive. In his massive demonic form, dark black light wrapped around him.
Fury. Hatred. The evil of the world seemed to feed Ahriman’s power. Twisted and manic, he roared with laughter: “Is this all you’ve got?! Is this your strength, God?!”
Dark light surged wildly, temporarily resisting the divine brilliance.
Within the divine light, God’s expression remained compassionate. He closed his eyes and sighed softly… and his entire form turned into golden, flowing radiance.
That divine glow seeped into the sacred light, instantly tipping the scales. Ahriman’s power was once again suppressed to a pitiful degree.
“Damn it… So it really is the gap in faith…” Ahriman clenched his jagged teeth, his eyes turning completely black, his dark aura flickering erratically—his form now dangerously unstable, like a reflection rippling in water.
“What’s going on… is the interference time ending already?”
“Faster than expected!” Chronos’s voice rang out. “Retreat!”
Without hesitation, Chronos reached out and pulled Noah in. A strange force from the interference rift began dragging the two Thrones away!
“Stay!”
God’s eyes opened. His voice was quiet, but as the voice of the Most High, it carried absolute authority.
Ahriman and Chronos both slowed.
At that moment, a third massive rift tore open in the sky above the Third Heaven. From it surged thousands of silver spheres of light.
These spheres stretched and deformed in midair, turning into mirrored diamond panels. A voice came from the rift: “Interference is ending. Take Noah and leave.”
It was the voice of the Throne—Archimedes.
The countless silver mirrors blocked most of the divine light. Not only that—they combined into a near-perfect arc over the Third Heaven, absorbing and redirecting the sacred radiance.
In the blink of an eye, Ahriman roared and spat out a massive dark beam!
Chronos was already halfway through the rift, and Noah was about to be forcefully extracted from Eden.
The Son of God struck in anger—but something moved faster!
A figure from below, from the Holy City, tore through the First and Second Heavens and arrived in the Third Heaven—thirty-six wings!
The Son of God muttered in shock: “It’s… Metatron?”
The figure was indeed the strange newborn angel from the Holy City—Metatron. A dim, pale divine light burned around him, distinctly different from God’s radiance.
Metatron rammed into Chronos just as he was about to escape!
Chronos punched back!
The clash between Archimedes, Ahriman, and God was like colliding planets. And now, Metatron and Chronos met like two cosmic comets.
Chaotic. Compassionate. Alien. Their overwhelming powers unleashed untold destruction.
God’s sanctuary at the peak of the heavens cracked and fell from the sky!
The might had exceeded the limits of Heaven. Spatial rifts tore open above, sucking in everything—buildings, earth, wind, water… even angels.
Metatron was blasted away by Chronos’s punch, swallowed by a newly opened rift.
Chronos’s entire arm disintegrated in the process. He roared one last time before retreating fully into the rift, which vanished in the next instant.
“I… will return!”
Ahriman’s vengeful voice echoed across the broken sky…
The twenty-plus Transcendents who had orchestrated this double interference swiftly escaped through the rift Archimedes created.
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“The sanctuary…”
Seeing the divine dwelling fall from the clouds, Raphael, the Angel of Life, was consumed with rage.
Lord Longyang, stepping back with sword in hand, stood calmly in the sky.
“So that’s it, Raphael. Seems anger empowers angels too.” He grew serious. “But you seem to be holding back that rage. Let’s end this for now. When we meet again, I hope to see your truest self. I would be honored.”
“You’re not going anywhere!!” Raphael roared.
Lord Longyang slashed down. A red lotus explosion interrupted Raphael’s pursuit.
“Zangjian, open the gate,” he commanded.
The five swords around Zangjian became nine. They unleashed dozens of sword beams.
One beam carved open a rift behind Lord Longyang. He laughed and pulled the tassel from his sword, tossing it toward Raphael.
“Until next time. A gift for you.”
The tassel held no power, yet Raphael instinctively caught it, frowning in silence.
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The sword light reached the City of Saints and appeared before Albert.
“Robert, you’ve now seen the true scale of this kind of war… Well, I’ve just found a wonderful new research subject.”
Albert didn’t wait for the other Transcendent in the Holy City. He grabbed Robert by the arm and stepped into the rift. “Let’s head back. I’ve got new ideas I want to test on you!”
That old bastard!
“Damn it, he didn’t even wait for me! Albert, don’t think you’ll be getting any more materials from me!”
In the depths of the Holy City, a streak of light darted rapidly through the air. When it passed the place where Beowulf fell, it paused slightly, bowed, and only then slipped into the rift before it closed.
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“Gabriel, next time we’ll settle this!”
“Lionheart!!”
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“Yu Danqiang, hold on tight—we’re getting out of here!”
“！！！！”
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A violet flame pierced through the back of a Transcendent who was just about to enter the rift as planned… As the rift closed, the wounded Transcendent unleashed a powerful surge of energy.
But his head was instantly severed from his body.
Before him stood Flame of God Uriel, face cold and merciless.
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First Heaven, inside the seven-tiered tower.
A loud bang echoed.
At the beginning, Dong Zhuo had smashed a hole into the tower to enter, and now he had crashed through another hole—this time flying out of the tower, with Oda alongside him.
A bloody hole had opened in Oda’s shoulder. As for Dong Zhuo, chunks of flesh seemed to be missing, his cheeks slightly sunken.
“Didn’t expect that guy to be guarding The Revelation… our intel was still too thin. We’re pulling out.”
Dong Zhuo didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Oda’s shoulder and flew back. A sword light slashed open a rift, sucking both of them in.
At that moment, from the hole in the seven-tiered tower, a disheveled man stepped out—hair covering his eyes, thick beard, dressed in ragged linen, barefoot, only his nose visible beneath the mess.
He glanced up, then silently turned around and walked back into the tower.
He had one mission only—to guard what was inside the tower, forever…
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In the skies above, the Divine Sanctuary was falling fast, about to crash into the Land of the Prayerful.
There, seated on the Throne of the Serpent, a woman raised her scepter.
An ancient power rippled out silently across the heavens, bypassing angelic senses, mending the rifts torn in the sky during the celestial war.
“My job is to guard Heaven… fixing the damage is part of the duty, can’t ask for extra pay, feels like a bad deal. Should I find some… compensation?”
She murmured to herself, then narrowed her eyes and tapped the armrest of the throne. A spiritual light shot out.
In the Homeland of the Saints, the final sword light tore open a rift. The last Transcendent was preparing to withdraw.
“This time, even three Thrones working together couldn’t breach Heaven… its foundation really is deep,” he said, glancing at the rift, then looking once more toward the skies before shaking his head.
But just as he was about to step into the rift—a massive snake’s mouth opened behind him—and swallowed him whole!
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Heaven, bathed in divine light, once full of sweet waters and beautiful lands, had now suffered devastating damage.
The collapse of the sanctuary from the firmament made all the angels cry out in sorrow.
“I am guilty…”
Before the fall of the Lord’s sanctuary, several seraphim bowed their heads and knelt in grief… The Land of the Prayerful echoed with weeping, and Heaven sang a sorrowful hymn.
“Let there be light.”
The Lord’s voice suddenly filled the heavens. The dim skies were restored to brilliance.
“Let the earth bring forth grass, herbs yielding seed, and fruit trees…”
The ground’s cracks were healed, green grass sprouted anew, trees budded again, rivers and mountains began to return to their former glory… Even the fallen sanctuary began to rebuild, as if time itself reversed.
“Let the waters teem with life, and let birds fly in the sky…”
Fishes shimmered in the rivers, doves flew from the forests into the skies. A rainbow rose from the homeland’s waterfall, forming a bridge to the Holy City above.
“Praise the Lord…”
The angels stopped weeping—regardless of their rank—and sang hymns in praise. In a moment, the miracle had washed away destruction, wrath, and despair.
Even the Third Heaven returned to its original state. Eden remained the pure land.
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He once again sat cross-legged on the soil of Eden.
The woman wearing the Crown of Serpents approached gracefully, cradling a golden snake in her arms, radiating allure. The golden snake glowed with a threatening brilliance, writhing as if digesting something.
“Lady Cleopatra,” He said softly, “Thank you for repairing Heaven’s dimensional fabric.”
“Who told me to draw the shortest lot last time?” she smiled lightly, then added, “Oh… my pet will leave soon. It won’t stay long in Eden.”
“No matter. I don’t fear snakes,” He shook His head, then asked, “That strange automaton—was it your creation?”
Cleopatra shook her head. “I don’t know where it came from. Maybe… it’s some backup measure my master prepared long ago. Possibly. But I really don’t know.”
“I see…” He nodded, then with a thought, took in all of Heaven’s current state.
He quickly located the mysterious giant automaton—it was kneeling silently in a forest below the clouds, unmoving, as if awaiting something. Birds perched on its shoulders, pecking at it gently.
“Well then, I won’t disturb You… I hope this was the first and last time I ever have to act during my tenure. And I suppose, this will be the last time I speak with You.”
With a silvery laugh, the woman turned into black mist and vanished into Eden with her golden snake.
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“Father…”
The Son of God approached Him.
He rose, looked at him gently, and said, “You’ve done well… John.”
“No, Father. Protecting You is my greatest honor.”
The Son of God, John, knelt devoutly. “I am a disciple of the Son of God, and Your disciple… guarding You is the only thing I can do.”
“Lift your head, My child.” His voice was soft.
John looked up. He watched as God waved His hand—and a stone statue slowly rose from Eden’s soil.
It was the image of Noah.
“Father, this…”
God stared at the statue for a long time before sighing. “They didn’t take Noah. In the end, I kept him here… Let this be his punishment. The petrification is not eternal. When he desires freedom, let him have it.”
“Yes, Father,” John nodded.
God’s body began to emit a faint light, and His voice spoke again: “When Michael returns, end all exploration efforts… Also, Metatron has indeed been reborn. Though lost in the temporal turbulence, find it and bring it back. Its resurrection is incomplete.”
John opened his mouth, but seeing God’s body fading, he dared not speak—afraid to interrupt even a single word.
“As for what lies within the tower of the Prayerful Kingdom… when that person arrives, retrieve it and give it to him. The time is near. Heaven must continue to exist.”
“…Yes…” John lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and responded with sorrow.
“Lastly, I will reinforce the outer defenses of Heaven… After this, they likely won’t return for some time.”
With that, His form slowly floated upward.
“Holy Father, Holy Spirit, and Son of God… the Trinity—all of them are out exploring the final path. They’re not here. The power I once left behind has already been exhausted… John, you carry a portion of the divinity that the Son of God passed on to you. Now, I will elevate your divine rank by another half step… although it still won’t reach that of the true Son of God, it will be enough to deal with the Thrones who appeared this time.”
He pointed with His finger, and a ray of divine light entered John's body.
“From now on, Heaven is entrusted to you. Do not let anyone know that I am no longer here…”
His voice slowly rose.
“Father!”
His body turned into light and scattered into the sky.
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In the dimensional void’s rift, a torrent of malice spread madly… the roars of the Evil God.
The immense power unleashed by the Thrones’ fury made it impossible for weaker Transcendents to even approach.
At the Hall of Thrones, the three Thrones involved in this operation gathered again. The Evil God’s rage had not yet subsided. As for Chronos, lava surged around him continuously. His shattered arm was regrowing—very slowly. It might take a long time or require something else to heal.
“This operation failed. And worse—we lost several Transcendents…” said Chronos calmly, gently touching his severed arm, his voice devoid of anger. “We underestimated Heaven’s current strength.”
“The Transcendents we could mobilize were limited to begin with,” said Archimedes. “This isn’t our full force. But…”
“But what?” the Evil God demanded directly.
Archimedes said, “Heaven revealed a strange, giant automaton this time. It appears to have the ability to counter the Void Abyss Demons—at least based on the energy it emitted. Also, it was this automaton that prematurely ended my interference. I didn’t expect that. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have acted so hastily at the end.”
“A single automaton could end your interference?” Chronos asked in disbelief. “Are you saying its power rivals ours?”
Archimedes shook his head. “I don’t think so… This is a type of technology I’m entirely unfamiliar with.”
The three Thrones fell into silence… The outcome of their clash with Heaven was far from ideal, and worse, something unforeseen had happened.
A long pause followed.
“Noah wasn’t rescued in the end,” the Evil God growled. “Without Noah, the Ark can’t sail!”
“Actually, this wasn’t a total loss…” Chronos suddenly said. “Even though we couldn’t save Noah, he did pass me one message.”
“What kind of message?” Archimedes asked.
Chronos said slowly, “He told us to find Wolfgang. He said Wolfgang knows where his replacement is… and that we should grant him the Gem Sword.”
Archimedes fell silent for a moment. “…A new Dimensional Observer, huh.”
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There’s not just one Hall of Thrones—it’s the domain where the Thrones reside. Like the Transcendents, each has their own paradise. Within the Hall of Thrones, each Throne has their own courtyard.
“My Lord.”
In one such courtyard, a massive mountain of flesh approached—Dong Zhuo. He stepped forward quickly and bowed toward the figure seated upon an ancient lotus platform at the courtyard’s center. “We failed to acquire The Revelation. Our intel was wrong. There’s a powerful guardian.”
The figure on the lotus platform didn’t open his eyes, only said calmly, “I already know… Dong Zhuo, there’s another matter I need you to handle.”
“Please, instruct me.”
The man slowly opened his eyes. “I had a sudden premonition… in the next lower time-space world, someone fated with me is about to appear. Go and receive them.”
“Fated with you?” Dong Zhuo was stunned and looked up at the lotus platform.
Beneath the platform sat another figure in meditation—Eric, the newcomer Dong Zhuo had personally brought, and one also fated with this lord.
“Go,” the man waved his hand.
“Yes…”
Dong Zhuo nodded without further question and left the courtyard.
Finally, Eric opened his eyes. His gaze was hazy, illusory… but gradually became real.
“Fate truly is a strange thing…” the man on the lotus murmured. “I once thought you would be my most suitable successor. But now, fate has shifted, and another suitable person seems to have appeared… He comes bearing great merit and a vast vow.”
Eric looked toward the lotus, silent, pondering, and after a long while, said slowly, “I will win.”
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The club had quietly returned to the location of its very first base—after changing to a new Boss.
This was the city where Luo Qiu grew up and spent his life.
It was the second day since their return—also the day after the national press conference on the Mount Tai incident.
In the study—
“Cleopatra?”
Hearing the name spoken by Miss Maid, Boss Luo paused in thought.
Miss Maid softly replied, “It appeared in the ledger notes… likely related to the events during your activities at the Penglai Treasure Vault and Mount Tai.”
“Bring it here and let me see…” Luo Qiu nodded, then added, “No, you read it to me instead.”
“Certainly.”
Miss Maid smiled slightly, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, opened the ledger, and gently parted her lips to read.
(End of Chapter)