The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1234

Chapter 1234: I saved him Chapter 1234: I saved him Cain paid no attention to the angels or Helios as he continued to harness the power of the fruit within his Dragon Sinful Heart.

His energy stabilized, surging immensely as his power rose to new heights.

His eyes now glowed with dark green flames-the combined might of the Oniric Truth of Gluttony and the Oniric Truth of Wrath bursting through every fiber of his being.

The saintesses silently gazed at the scarlet dragon before turning toward Helios.

Though Helios had ascended to the rank of Archangel, equivalent to an Immortal Dragon, Cain seemed to grow stronger with every step they took inside the Demon King’s Castle.

Each battle, each breath, seemed to draw more power to him.

“Let’s go!” Cain called out.

Turning his gaze to the depths of the third level, he spread his massive wings.

With a powerful flap, he rose into the sky.

His instincts urged him to delve deeper into the castle.

The Ancient Dragons immediately took to the air, their scales shimmering in the dim light.

Broad smiles adorned their faces as they followed the scarlet dragon.

A deep feeling welled within their hearts-the belief that, by his side, they could challenge anything that lay ahead.

Meylin watched from below, a small smile playing on her lips.

She observed how the dragons rallied around Cain, his very nature and existence acting as a beacon for those around him.

It was as if the world itself revolved around his presence, his aura drawing others into his orbit.

‘Just as in Aether,’ the thought crossed the Sacred Saintess of the Three Moons’ mind, a brief memory from another time and place flickering in her thoughts.

However, she quickly refocused, ascending alongside the saintesses of the Moon Cult to accompany the dragons.

Helios’s eyes were cold as he watched the dragons soar ahead.

He could not afford to be left behind; abandoning the group would spell doom for the angels under his command.

Reluctantly, he signaled to the members of the Sun Church to follow.

The angels took flight, though their movements lacked the enthusiasm and confidence of their counterparts.

A sense of dread lingered in the air around them, amplified by the corrupting aura that gnawed at their souls.

The path through the second half of the third level of the Demon King’s Castle was just as treacherous as the first-perhaps even more so.

Malevolent creatures lurked in the shadows, their glowing eyes watching the intruders with hunger and malice.

Yet, to the Ancient Dragons, the threats seemed insignificant.

Cain blasted through every obstacle in his path; a mere swipe of his claws unleashed arcs of dark energy that sliced through anything before him.

Tree walls crumbled, and grotesque monsters were obliterated.  Cain smiled with every fight, relishing the opportunity to test how much stronger his abilities had become.

Unlike spells and skills, Innate Abilities grew alongside their host.

With his body, soul, and energy having made a breakthrough, all the abilities within his black hole experienced a massive surge in power.  The only issue the dragons faced was the Depravita Essence flooding the air, growing more potent the deeper they ventured.

The corrupting aura pressed against them like a thick, venomous fog, seeping into their scales and minds.

However, they endured by relying on the full power of their Dragon Sinful Hearts, which fortified them against the malevolent energy.

The saintesses encountered similar challenges.

But their mantras were strong enough to fend off the corruption.

They chanted as they moved, their voices blending into a harmonious melody that repelled the darkness.

The moonforce within them acted as a shield, a protective barrier that kept the venom at bay.

However, the same could not be said for the angels.

Less than five hours after leaving the lake, one of them froze in midair, ceasing all movement.

His wings stopped beating, and he hovered silently, eyes void of focus as he stared into the abyss.

Not a single muscle twitched, an eerie stillness enveloping him.

The dragons, saintesses, and angels halted their advance and turned their attention to the motionless angel.

A sense of unease spread through the group, and tension gripped the air.

“Aram!

What are you doing?” Helios shouted, his voice sharp and commanding.

Normally, Aram would respond to every word from Helios as if it were a divine decree.

But this time, he remained unresponsive.  Cain’s eyes narrowed as the Eye of Gluttony focused on the angel.

A sharp glint appeared in his gaze as he analyzed the situation.

“He will not move,” the scarlet dragon declared solemnly.

“The corrupting aura that floods this place has already invaded his soul.

It’s only a matter of time before he becomes no different from the creatures we faced in the Primeval World-a killing machine devoid of reason.” Although Cain loathed the angels, he showed no satisfaction in Aram’s plight.

The fall to the power of the Depravita Race was something his own world had nearly succumbed to; there was nothing amusing about it.

The weight of such corruption was far too familiar for mockery.

Eldrick and the other Ancient Dragons exchanged glances but chose to remain silent.

They felt indifferent toward the angel’s predicament, but Cain’s solemn demeanor influenced them to show restraint.

Meylin and the saintesses also watched quietly, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity as they waited to see what Helios would do.

All the angels turned toward Helios, their eyes filled with hope and desperation.

They looked to their leader, expecting him to have a way to save their comrade.

Helios felt the weight of their gazes, the silent pleas for intervention.

His face remained impassive as he assessed Aram.

The silence stretched, tension building with each passing moment.

“I will save him,” Helios declared finally, his voice steady and resolute.

He flew calmly toward Aram, his golden aura contrasting starkly against the surrounding darkness.

Stopping right in front of the frozen angel, Helios gazed into his empty eyes.

Without a word, Helios raised his hand, fingers together and rigid like a blade.

In one swift motion, he slashed across Aram’s neck, the movement precise and merciless.

The angel’s head separated from his body, and Helios grabbed it, letting the rest of the body fall lifelessly to the ground.

Cain, Meylin, and everyone else were shocked to witness such an act.

Gasps echoed among the saintesses, and even the dragons appeared taken aback.

The remaining angels stared in disbelief, a mixture of horror and resignation etched on their faces.

Helios turned to face the angels, a serene smile on his face.

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