The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1245

Chapter 1245: Too much blood Chapter 1245: Too much blood Cain watched with a broad smile as the flaming letters in the air above the blood gate began to converge.

They spiraled inward, forming a sphere that burned with such intensity it seemed capable of destroying the entire dimension.

Then, in the next instant, it transformed, the flames condensing and reshaping into a majestic pendant.

The pendant resembled a smooth, obsidian stone shaped like a heart, encased in veins of molten gold that pulsated gently, mimicking the steady beat of life.

Dark, fiery runes etched into its surface glowed faintly, and a tiny ember flickered within the heart.

Cain gazed at the pendant with awe and wonder.

Before he could reach out, the voice of the Demon King echoed, this time resonating directly within his mind.

“Its name is the Emberheart Pendant,” the Demon King said.

“It can enhance your manipulation of the dark energy of the Oniric Truth of Destruction.

And it is not just useful in battle; you can also use it to train and improve your mastery over the Oniric Truth.” A slight frown appeared on Cain’s face as he looked around, trying to locate the Demon King.

But no matter how hard he tried, he could not perceive his presence.

The fact that the Demon King could establish a telepathic link so easily did not sit well with him.

However, he didn’t dwell on it for long.

His eyes returned to the pendant, and immediately, his smile reappeared.

It was truly wondrous.

Extending his soul force, Cain reached out.

The energy flowed from him like a river, enveloping the pendant.

In response, the pendant rose gracefully into the air and floated toward him, settling around his neck.  The scarlet dragon extended his claw and summoned the dark energy of the Oniric Truth of Destruction.

Tendrils of shadowy energy coiled around his arm, more potent and vibrant than ever before.

He noticed his power was nearly fifty percent stronger now that he possessed the Emberheart Pendant.

“Amazing!” Cain exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

The amplification of his abilities was beyond his expectations.

However, his attention soon shifted to the massive blood gate.

It began to rumble, the towering structure moving as ancient mechanisms groaned to life.

The gate slowly parted, revealing a swirling vortex of blood and energy that seemed capable of flooding the entire fourth level.

The vortex pulsed with raw power, the very air vibrating with its intensity.

Cain took a deep breath, focus and determination igniting in his eyes.

Without hesitation, he propelled himself forward, diving into the heart of the vortex and entering the Sanguine Area.

As he crossed the threshold, Cain felt as though he were submerged in an ocean of blood.

The viscous fluid enveloped him, and a suffocating sensation assaulted his senses.

The weight of it pressed in from all sides, but soon, the oppressive feeling vanished.

In the next moment, he emerged into a new dimension.

Before him stretched an otherworldly battlefield drenched in crimson.

The ground was saturated with pools of blood that rippled as if alive, each undulation sending small waves across the surface.

Towering walls of flesh and bone encircled the area, their grotesque forms pulsating with a sinister rhythm.

Massive, sentient veins wove through the walls, throbbing with dark energy that seemed to sync with an unseen heartbeat.

A dense red mist hung heavily in the air, its thickness obscuring sight beyond a few hundred meters and making each breath laborious.

The eerie silence was broken only by the steady sound of pulsating blood and rain, which heightened the sense that this place was not just a battlefield but a living entity.

“Welcome to the Sanguine Area!” The voice of the Demon King echoed across the entire level, reverberating off the walls of flesh and bone.

“You have one hundred and twenty days to reach the other end of the level.” Cain’s eyes narrowed as he absorbed this information.

The time limit for the Sanguine Area was nearly double that of the Molten Crucible, indicating a significant increase in difficulty.

He knew he couldn’t rely on assistance from his True Name this time; the challenges ahead would require much more effort and skill.

The scarlet dragon moved forward cautiously, his senses alert.

Above him, massive clouds churned, their dark forms pregnant with the promise of more blood.

Just a few thousand meters ahead, he observed a crimson downpour-a blood rain covering as far as he could see.

There seemed to be no way around it.

Cain summoned his scarlet flames, attempting to forge a protective canopy to block the bloody rain.

However, to his surprise, the droplets phased through the flames as if they didn’t exist.

“Ahhh, I knew it wouldn’t be so easy,” he muttered, a rueful smile crossing his face.

Determination settled in his features as he rose into the air, deciding to face the challenge head-on.

He allowed the bloody rain to touch his body but remained vigilant, avoiding the pools of blood that covered the ground.

At first, Cain was surprised to find that the droplets caused no harm.

In fact, each drop that touched him fused seamlessly into his bloodstream.

Confusion flickered in his eyes as he felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins-a sensation that was both exhilarating and unsettling.

“This energy…

it’s amplifying my strength,” he thought, momentarily considering the potential benefits.

But then, a sudden realization struck him.

His eyes widened as a sense of utter danger flooded his senses.

The rate at which the blood was integrating with his own was alarmingly rapid.

Without wasting a second, Cain dived back, escaping the bloody rain.

As he landed, pain contorted his face.

He coughed violently, expelling mouthfuls of blood onto the already crimson ground.

Outwardly, his body appeared unharmed-no visible wounds marred his scales-but internally, turmoil reigned.

“The influx of blood…

it’s too much,” he gasped.

In the brief time he had been exposed to the rain, the volume of blood in his body had increased by nearly twenty percent.

Even a being as powerful and resilient as Cain had limits; his body was finely tuned, and such a sudden deviation was causing internal strain.

Blood vessels had begun to burst under pressure, and had he remained in the rain for even a minute, his body might have shattered from the inside out.