The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1151

Chapter 1151: A single word Chapter 1151: A single word The battles continued between the warriors of the Moon Cult, Sun Church, Tiamat Sect, and South Coast Alliance.

Some matches played out as expected, while others were more exciting, revealing new talents and geniuses.

One battle, in particular, between a saintess of the Moon Cult, Velora, and a lower-ranked angel from the Sun Church drew significant attention.

Velora, a Level 24 Stellar Abyss Legend, did not wield swords like many of her peers.

Instead, hundreds of silver threads shimmered around her, weaving intricate patterns as they danced through the air.

Her opponent, Seraphis, was an angel of notable strength.

His fiery wings spread wide as he unleashed a barrage of light spears.

His battle stance was aggressive, meant to overwhelm his opponent with the sheer force of his attacks.

But Velora remained calm.

Her silver threads blocked the spears effortlessly, cutting through the air in precise arcs.

At a critical moment, Seraphis attempted to close the gap, his blazing spear aimed at Velora’s heart.

But in the blink of an eye, her threads ensnared him, trapping his movements.  Velora whispered softly, “Lunar Binding,” and in a single, swift motion, the silver threads tightened around Seraphis, immobilizing him entirely.

The battle ended without a drop of blood being shed.

A few hours later, a fierce battle raged between a dragonborn from the Tiamat Sect named Baelor and a member of the South Coast Alliance.

Baelor was a towering force, his body covered in glistening sapphire scales that radiated the power of the sea.

His opponent, Roderic, was a master of wind manipulation, a warrior who relied on speed and agility.

As Roderic dashed around Baelor, launching slicing winds that tore through the air, Baelor responded with powerful waves of energy from his water-based techniques.

The battlefield became a storm of wind and water as the two clashed.

Baelor’s patience paid off when he summoned a massive tidal wave, crashing it down on Roderic with relentless force.

Roderic tried to escape, but the water encased him, holding him still long enough for Baelor to land a decisive blow.

While these battles were impressive, none of the contests carried the same impact as those involving Cain, Meylin, and Helios.

Their clashes sent shockwaves through the gathered factions due to their overwhelming talent and unique abilities.  As the day came to a close, with many participants having shown their strength, the Grand Elders from the Tiamat Sect and the Archangels from the Sun Church exchanged cold glares.

Their mutual hatred was palpable, burning with an intensity that would not fade.

Yet there was also a sense of calm and resolution among them.

While the warriors clashed, the leaders had been in discussion, communicating with their higher-ups and making critical decisions about their strategy in the Primeval World.

Eventually, a decision was made.

Grand Elder Kryos turned to Lady Alume of the Moon Cult and spoke in a solemn and deliberate tone.

“If the Moon Cult is willing to become the force of peace and support us when the pigeons from the Sun Church break the truce, we are prepared to work with you to assault the Demon King’s castle.” Lady Alume’s eyes sparkled with a meaningful glint as she listened.

It was clear that Grand Elder Kryos spoke with certainty, already expecting that the Sun Church would betray the truce.

She uttered no words nor offered any opinion, yet her expression was resolute and unwavering as she nodded.

Loyd, the Archangel, noticed Kryos’s choice of words and sneered in disdain before turning his attention to Lady Alume.

“The Sun Church and our allies from the South Coast Alliance will use our full power to assist the Moon Cult inside the Demon King’s castle.

We will respect the truce and hope that Lady Alume’s saintesses will uphold their word when the bestial nature of our enemies inevitably shows itself.” Like Grand Elder Kryos, Loyd made it clear he expected the Tiamat Sect to break the truce.

His intent was to gain the Moon Cult’s favor and use their power to crush the dragons within the Primeval World.

Lady Alume once again kept her opinion to herself, giving only a silent nod.

It was clear she was carefully calculating her position in this delicate balance.

Once both forces named in the prophecy had accepted her presence as the mediator, she finally relaxed.

A radiant smile spread across her face as she spoke with measured confidence.

“I am extremely glad we will work together.

I assure you, the Moon Cult will keep its word, and my saintesses will strike down anyone who breaks the truce.” Lady Alume’s words carried a coldness that left no doubt about her sincerity or the fact that her saintesses would butcher anyone who dared defy them.

Loyd bowed slightly toward Lady Alume, maintaining a formal demeanor as he spoke.

“Given that everything is in order, we shall take our leave, as there are many things we need to handle before the opening of the Primeval World.

I look forward to seeing you soon, my Lady.” With that, the Archangel cast one final, loathing gaze toward the forces of the Tiamat Sect before departing with the angels and the South Coast Alliance in tow, diving down from the Moon Heart.

Grand Elder Kryos sneered at Loyd’s retreating form, his disdain evident.

Then, he turned toward Lady Alume and performed a slight bow.

“We will also return to our sect.

It was a pleasure to meet you, my Lady.” With that, the dragons of the Tiamat Sect followed Kryos as they descended from the Moon Heart’s crown.

Cain walked beside Eldrick with a small smile as he glanced at the obsidian dragon.

“You can learn more from defeat than victory,” Cain said softly.

“As long as your heart remains strong, you will rise even higher.” Eldrick gave a faint smile, appreciating the sentiment.

“You’re really wise for someone so young, Cain.” The duo didn’t hide their conversation, and the other dragons heard it; their spirits lifted as they saw Eldrick’s mood improve.

Their words didn’t go unnoticed by the Moon Cult, but most of the saintesses paid little attention, as it had nothing to do with them.

However, one of them reacted differently, her entire body trembling for an instant.

Meylin’s eyes widened, and a wave of shock washed over her soul as she softly murmured a single word, barely audible.

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