My God domain is the endless abyss Chapter 77: Everyone fights for something

Within the images presented by Maeve, the Abyss, much like numerous other worlds, found itself under assault by the Zerg.

Each world possessed distinct rules and structures, varying in their races and might, and consequently, their destinies differed.

In certain domains, such as the Endless Abyss and a world overseen by a mid-level god, the Zerg swarm had not yet managed to penetrate the crystalline barriers. Their defenses remained intact, allowing these worlds the capacity to dispatch their own creations into the void to confront the Zerg beyond their frontiers.

However, a grim fate befell others.

For a multitude of secret realms and the worlds of lesser gods, their defenses had either crumbled or vanished entirely.

The Zerg swarmed through the breaches, invading their sacred divine realms and consuming all that was holy.

Once a lesser deity's world was overrun, merely two options remained.

One could choose to descend in their true divine form, sacrificing their essence in a desperate battle against the swarm to protect their realm, ultimately leading to their demise.

Alternatively, they could abandon it altogether, allowing their divine fire to dwindle, their pedestal to crumble, and revert to a mortal existence.

At first glance, the decision appeared to be a straightforward choice between life and death.

Yet, those who harbored the notion of a simple

These transformed Zerg, creatures that had surpassed legendary status, had hatched, rendering even lesser deities powerless.

Their hope had been extinguished.

Yet, as the originator and protector of this domain, the deity refused to yield. He would issue one final, defiant cry for his world.

With his divine flames erupting, he led the remaining warriors in a desperate assault against the insectoid horde.

And for a fleeting instant, all beings across the vast multiverse witnessed it: a faint, wavering luminescence emanating from a world on the brink of oblivion.

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On the other side of the broadcast, Peter observed the light in silence.

His countenance was impassive, though a shadow of sorrow briefly crossed his features, as if he lamented the fall of that god.

But before Maeve could utter a word, Peter's expression turned severe once more. Duty superseded empathy.

The directives from the frail elder reigning over Heavens Mountain were ironclad.

Peter, the Angel of Retribution, had never known disobedience.

"Maeve," he stated, his voice cutting through the quiet. "Convey my commands to the divisions stationed at the rear."

He inclined over the luminous holographic map, his voice low and unwavering.

"All pocket dimensions now under Zerg invasion shall be eradicated."

"Authorize the deployment of continent-scale armaments, the oscillators, the elemental annihilation devices."

He paused, contemplating. "They may draw from the depleted stores at full capacity... no, allocate only fifty percent. The remainder will be reserved for subsequent campaigns."

"These Divine realms are already lost," Peter declared with chilling finality. "Rather than permit them to become breeding grounds for the swarm, we shall transform them into instruments of war, incinerating the Zerg into dust."

Maeve's eyelids fluttered, her azure eyes gleaming as a torrent of data surged through her vision. The directives disseminated rapidly throughout the Heavenly Host.

Moments later, celestial beings descended upon the armories, retrieving sealed receptacles brimming with divine potency.

Each weapon possessed the capability to obliterate continents, reducing both land and sea to a chaotic flux of primal energies.

These armaments, initially conceived to confront the swarm directly, had remained dormant, as the Zerg territory lacked substantial landmasses suitable for their activation.

Now, their intended purpose would finally be realized.

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"Next," Peter announced, his finger gliding across the map, "thirty percent of our remaining forces will redeploy to the Divine realms that have yet to fall."

"They will render aid to the besieged deities, assisting in the eradication of surrounding Zerg swarms and preventing further worlds from succumbing to the infestation."

He lifted his gaze to Maeve. "And ensure our emissaries secure the cooperation of these gods with Heavens Mountain. They must perceive us as allies."

Then, his tone sharpened. "Furthermore, meticulously regulate the quantity of swarms they eliminate. The Zerg eradicated must not surpass the capacity of their divine warriors to handle. Maintain equilibrium, preserve the integrity of their societal structures."

Maeve turned to face him, a flicker of surprise briefly crossing her typically composed features. She struggled to grasp Peter's decision to "assist outsiders."

Peter offered a subtle smile. "Don't scrutinize me so intently, Maeve."

"I am not defying the Venerable's decree. I am fully aware of my obligations. These lesser gods will ultimately face subjugation."

He paused, his golden irises contracting slightly.

"However, for the present moment, unity serves as our most potent weapon. Should we act against them now, they will resist, potentially dragging us all into ruin while the swarm flourishes."

Maeve gave a slow nod. "Annihilation is invariably simpler than creation."

"Even with the Void Zerg proving less formidable than anticipated, complacency could spell our doom. Should these Divine realms, in their death throes, transform their worlds into festering nests... the swarm could regenerate at a pace exceeding our response capabilities."

Peter's gaze intensified. "Precisely. The Divine realms are fundamentally distinct from these pocket dimensions."

"Their inherent resource pools are immense. Their fall would grant the Zerg an uncontrollable ascendance."

He stood erect, his armor shimmering under the hallowed luminescence of the command chamber.

"Dispatch the orders. Allow our angels to advance. These deities have long yearned for our intervention. We shall grant it."

A faint, almost amused smile touched his lips.

"Irrespective of their convictions, none among them shall evade the predetermined destiny that awaits."

Following Peter's pronouncement, the Heavenly Host mobilized with swift resolve.

Legions of warriors descended upon the infested pocket dimensions, unleashing a scale of devastation previously unimaginable.

Armaments sundered vast landmasses, fragmenting them into maelstroms of elemental fury and pure light.

Entire worlds were annihilated, consumed by the cataclysmic forces of dimensional collapse.

Neither the Zerg nor the native inhabitants survived the onslaught.

Concurrently, other contingents of the Heavenly Host moved towards the remaining Divine realms, accompanied by radiant angels bearing ensigns of "alliance."

The lesser deities, desperate for deliverance, welcomed their arrival with overwhelming jubilation and deep reverence.

The relentless pressure from the Void Zerg had brought them to the precipice, and now, celestial reinforcements from Heaven had arrived to offer their salvation.