Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 263

Chapter 263: Final Battle I

Aiden gazed over the horizon, watching as the forces of the Black Chains advanced toward him.

The ancient world of Ramor had been chosen as the final battleground—a desolate, isolated realm where only Saints and above could survive. The atmosphere was thick with deadly poisons that would kill anyone below the Saint realm.

Both sides had agreed that it was better to fight at full strength in this hostile world, minimizing the collateral damage to other realms.

Now, both armies had gathered their Saints on the battlefield, with three distinct ranks prepared for war: Saints, Saint Lords, and Saint Kings. The final confrontation was about to begin.

Myne and Nexus approached Aiden, their eyes fixed on the front lines of the Black Chains’ army. Myne pointed toward the figures leading the enemy forces. “Those are their Saint Kings and leaders,” she said, counting the 26 individuals.

“The six at the forefront are their leaders,” Nexus added. “And the others standing behind are Peak Saint Kings. They’re likely the ones advancing their law comprehension to the maximum before ascending.”

Aiden nodded, surveying the battlefield. “They have us outnumbered,” he noted, casting a glance at his own Saint Kings. Behind him stood his four special Saint Kings, along with six more who were normal but still formidable.

“True,” Myne said with a smile, “but each of our special Saint Kings is worth four of their regular ones.”

Nexus chimed in, “That gives us the equivalent of 16 Saint Kings from our special ones alone. Add the six normal Saint Kings, and we have 22 against their 20. Plus, Aiden, you’ll take on their six leaders.”

Aiden grinned, his confidence unshaken. “We may be outnumbered, but we’re stronger.”

Soon, both sides were face to face with just few meters distance between them.

“As agreed, we will first let the Saints battle, then the Saint Lords, and finally, we will face each other,” said the leader of the Black Chains, an old man whose presence radiated dark power.

“Yes,” Aiden replied with a nod. “Let’s cast the barrier.”

The Saint Kings from both sides began deploying the barrier, a powerful dome encircling the battlefield, ensuring that no one could escape. This was a fight to the finish, and neither side could afford to retreat.

Around the world, other Saint Kings gathered, standing just outside the barrier, their eyes fixed on the brewing conflict. They were witnesses, spectators to a battle that could change the course of the Immortal Realm.

“It seems we have an audience,” the old man sneered, his voice dripping with malice. “Soon they will witness the futility of your efforts when we feast upon your remains.”

His laughter echoed across the field, his demonic affiliation now laid bare.

Aiden’s eyes narrowed as the old man’s laughter filled the air. The tension between the two forces was palpable, thick like the oppressive poison clouds swirling in the atmosphere of the Ancient World of Ramor. This desolate, isolated world had been chosen for the final battle because only Saints and those above could survive its harsh conditions. Now, it would become the stage for a conflict that the Immortal Realm would never forget.

“Let him gloat for now,” Aiden muttered under his breath. His gaze swept over the battlefield, taking in the formation of his forces. Saints from both sides lined up, their auras clashing in the sky, creating ripples of power that reverberated across the land. Behind them stood the Saint Lords, and even further back, the Saint Kings—silent titans whose mere presence could bend reality.

“This is it,” Aiden said quietly. “The battle that will decide everything.”

And with that, the war drums of destiny began to beat.

The battlefield remained eerily still for a moment as the Saints from both sides stared each other down, the weight of the impending battle heavy in the air. Poisonous winds howled across the desolate world of Ramor, carrying with them a sense of foreboding. The Black Chains’ Saints, clad in dark armor and radiating twisted, malicious energy, moved into position, their eyes locked onto Aiden’s forces.

“Remember the plan,” Aiden’s voice cut through the tension. His forces stood tall, each Saint warrior brimming with confidence and purpose. These were no ordinary soldiers. They were beings who had fought under Aiden’s banner, many of them having been uplifted by his unique ability to transfer comprehension. They weren’t just warriors—they were symbols of his rebellion, each one carrying the weight of his ideals.

Aiden’s gaze shifted to the old leader of the Black Chains. The man stood at the forefront of his forces, the mocking smirk never leaving his face.

“You’ll regret sealing this barrier,” Aiden murmured, his tone laced with cold finality. He raised his hand slightly, signaling his Saints to move forward.

On the other side, the Black Chains’ leader made a similar gesture, and without another word, the Saints from both sides clashed.

The battlefield erupted in a storm of energy. Law fragments sparked through the air as Saints unleashed their full might upon each other. The sky darkened as the sheer power being thrown around seemed to tear at the very fabric of reality. Blades of light and dark clashed, elemental forces battled, and the ground trembled under the weight of the combatants.

The Black Chains’ Saints fought with ferocity, their techniques honed through years of ruthless training. Their demonic auras twisted and corrupted the space around them, making each of their attacks seem like a plague upon the world itself. But Aiden’s Saints fought with purpose. Their movements were disciplined, their attacks precise and fueled by the power Aiden had bestowed upon them.

Myne and Nexus stood at Aiden’s side, watching the chaos unfold. Myne’s eyes glinted as she observed the battlefield with sharp focus. “Our Saints are holding up better than theirs,” she remarked. “Their technique may be brutal, but they lack coordination. Our side has trained together for this exact moment.”

Nexus nodded thoughtfully. “This is only the beginning. The real challenge will start when the Saint Lords enter the fray.”

As the battle raged on, a full day passed with neither side showing signs of retreat. Saints from both armies fought with everything they had, pushing themselves to the limit. The skies were darkened by the sheer force of their power, and the earth beneath them quaked as they clashed.

Aiden observed the ongoing battle with a stern, focused expression. Though outwardly composed, Nexus and Myne, standing beside him, could tell that he was growing bored.

“Keep it like that,” Nexus said quietly, sensing Aiden’s thoughts. “We need to give the impression that light side can face the darkness without faltering.”

Aiden gave a slight nod, maintaining his serious demeanor as he continued to oversee the fight, his mind focused on the greater conflict yet to come.

After a grueling week of battle, most of the Saints from both sides lay either dead or gravely wounded. The air was thick with the remnants of their fierce clashes, the ground scorched from the devastation they had unleashed. Now, with the Saint-level battles concluded, it was time for the Saint Lords to take the stage.

Aiden stood firm, his gaze locking onto Raven, the leader of the Black Chains. Across the battlefield, Raven met his stare, his eyes cold and calculating. Both leaders knew that this was the next turning point—the battle between the Saint Lords would decide the fate of their armies, and after that it will be leaders turn to battle.

The winds began to pick up, swirling ominously around them as the two forces prepared for the next stage of the conflict. Aiden’s followers gathered behind him, ready to face the next wave of war, while Raven’s forces stood poised for the fight.

As if on cue, the next wave of battle began. The Saints who had been locked in combat began to fall back as the Saint Lords on both sides prepared to enter the fray. Aiden’s heart pounded in his chest, not from fear, but from the thrill of what was to come.

On the other side of the battlefield, the Black Chains’ leader observed the skirmish with a calm detachment. His gaze shifted to the Saint Lords, who were now taking their positions. “It’s time to show them what true power looks like,” he muttered, his voice laced with dark intent.

The Saint Lords moved forward. Each step they took sent shockwaves through the air, their combined presence bending the laws of the world around them. These were beings who had comprehended a multitude of laws, their mastery beyond the understanding of most Saints.

Aiden’s Saint Lords were equally impressive, their auras blazing with power as they stepped onto the battlefield. The ground beneath them cracked and crumbled, unable to bear the weight of their strength.

Aiden watched closely, his eyes narrowing as the two groups clashed. The sheer force of their battle was unlike anything the Saints had shown. Their comprehension of the laws manifested in devastating techniques that warped the battlefield, turning the very environment into a weapon.