The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1242

Chapter 1242: Demon King’s interest Chapter 1242: Demon King’s interest The Demon King’s solitary left eye gazed over the expanse of the Molten Crucible, his vision piercing through the myriad parallel dimensions that housed the dragons, angels, and saintesses undergoing the Blood and Hunger Trials.

Each dimension unfolded before him like pages in an ancient tome, revealing the participants’ struggles and triumphs.

In one dimension, he observed Overion.

His movements were precise, but his understanding lacked the depth that would truly pique the Demon King’s interest.

In another, Eldrick, the obsidian-scaled Ancient Dragon, navigated the fiery landscape with brute strength.

His colossal tail swept aside molten rock, and his roar echoed like thunder.

Though he initially struggled to navigate the destructive terrain, he improved step by step.

Further along, Zalgrim weaved between eruptions of lava.

His understanding of the Oniric Truth of Destruction was impressive, perhaps due to its faint similarities to the Oniric Truth of Wrath.

His movements were fluid, his reactions sharp, as he avoided the catastrophic forces surrounding him.

The Demon King focused on Zalgrim for a few minutes, noting his impressive progress before gazing at the saintesses.

Amara stood out among them, her flowing silver hair contrasting with the crimson backdrop of the Crucible.

Her skill and improvement were admirable, but even she failed to captivate the Demon King’s full attention.

These figures, while notable, lacked the extraordinary talent he sought.

His eye moved on, scanning the dimensions until a flicker of intrigue sparked within it.

In one realm, an angel with six magnificent wings battled hordes of elemental avatars.

Helios moved with a grace that belied the ferocity of his attacks.

Each kick and punch he delivered was amplified by dark energy wrapped around his limbs like tendrils of shadow.

When he struck an avatar of molten stone, the dark energy surged, causing the elemental to shatter into fragments that scattered across the scorched earth.

His wings propelled him through the air, allowing him to counter and attack with even more decisive blows.

As the battle progressed, the dark energy surrounding Helios grew more potent.

It pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat, resonating with the very essence of the Oniric Truth of Destruction.

His mastery over this profound power advanced with every hour, each moment bringing him closer to true synergy with the destructive forces at play.

The Demon King’s interest deepened as he watched Helios dismantle his opponents with increasing efficiency.

However, just as curiosity began to transform into genuine admiration, a sharp light flickered in his eye.

He delved deeper, perceiving the true nature of the Archangel’s soul.

“An old man trying to make himself look impressive.

What a disappointment,” the Demon King’s voice rumbled, echoing across the dimensional boundaries.

The weight of his words sent ripples through the dimension in which he resided, generating shockwaves.

Alongside his disappointment, a hint of frustration seeped into his tone.

“Ahhh, I guess beggars cannot be choosers.” Realizing that Helios’s youthful appearance masked an ancient soul dampened the Demon King’s interest.

Seeking a more promising candidate, his eye shifted to another dimension of the Molten Crucible.

Once more, a spark of admiration gleamed within his gaze.

This time, he focused intently before forming any judgments.

He scrutinized the individual’s soul, seeking to comprehend their true essence.

“Oh, a Reincarnator and one so young.

Impressive, very impressive,” he mused.

In this dimension, he observed a young woman amidst the chaos.

Her violet hair flowed like a river of amethyst, shimmering in the fiery light.

Her eyes-one silver and one gold-blazed with determination as she commanded dozens of swords that floated around her like a protective constellation.

Each blade was imbued with the sharp energy of destruction, their edges glinting ominously.

Meylin moved with ethereal grace, orchestrating her swords to intercept the elemental avatars that charged at her.

When a fire elemental spewed a jet of flames, she responded by crossing two swords to form a barrier, the destructive energy nullifying the attack.

Against a colossal ash avatar that loomed over her, she directed her blades to strike at its core, causing it to dissipate into swirling particles.

The Demon King watched her for several minutes, the approving light in his eye growing brighter.

Meylin’s understanding of the Oniric Truth of Destruction was profound, especially for someone so young.

“Perhaps there’s potential here,” he considered, a hint of satisfaction in his tone.

Finally, his gaze shifted to yet another dimension.

There, he saw a scarlet dragon in a meditative pose, seemingly untouched by the surrounding tumult.

A curious light flickered in the Demon King’s eye as he observed the dragon’s stillness-an unusual sight in the midst of a trial.

Just as he was about to move on, the dragon’s eyes snapped open, and he surged forward with explosive speed.

The Demon King’s interest rekindled as he watched the scarlet dragon engage the elemental avatars.

Dark energy and essence cloaked Cain’s right arm, swirling and coalescing.  “Oh, a Legendary Innate Ability of Destruction.

Not bad,” the Demon King remarked.

As the thought crossed his mind, shock replaced his initial intrigue.

Cain had not merely summoned the power of his Legendary Innate Ability and the Oniric Truth of Destruction simultaneously-he had gone a step beyond that.

Under the amazed gaze of the Demon King, the dragon’s arm began to transform, the scales turning jet black as the energies merged into one.

With a mighty roar, Cain slammed his transformed arm into the ground amidst the cluster of elemental avatars.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” What followed was a cataclysmic blast of pure destructive energy.

An explosion of entropy erupted, radiating outward with unstoppable force.

The very fabric of matter within the radius disintegrated at a molecular level.

Elemental avatars were obliterated instantly, leaving no trace of their existence.

The Demon King’s eye widened ever so slightly-a rare display of genuine astonishment.

The sheer magnitude of destruction Cain had unleashed was beyond expectation.

“Remarkable,” he whispered, his voice carrying a mix of surprise and admiration.

But before allowing his excitement to grow too strong, he focused on the scarlet dragon, intent on understanding his true nature.