The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1275

Chapter 1275: The Siege of the Nine Hells Chapter 1275: The Siege of the Nine Hells Devilish outposts along the river’s edge were the first to fall.

The demons attacked with unmatched ferocity, tearing through fortifications as if they were paper.

The air was filled with the screams of devils as they were butchered mercilessly.

Blades clashed, spells were cast, and the very environment seemed to bleed from the sheer carnage.

The demons showed no mercy.

They impaled their enemies on spikes, unleashed torrents of abyssal fire, and summoned beasts from the darkest depths to aid in their slaughter.

Rivers of blood flowed, staining the black waters even darker.

The devils, though formidable, were overwhelmed by the relentless assault.

Above it all, the Incarnation of Death and Destruction watched with impassive red eyes.

His gaze surveyed the battlefield, every moment of brutality unfolding under his command.

He did not lift a finger, yet his presence alone seemed to fuel his army’s ferocity.

Finally, they reached the end of the river-the entrance to the first of the Nine Hells.

Massive gates stood before them, forged from infernal metals and inscribed with ancient runes.

Behind the gates lay the realms of the devils, places no demon had ever conquered.

Cain, Meylin, and Helios gazed at the projection in suspense, their hearts pounding as they witnessed the demonic army poised to invade the devil’s domains.

“Normally, this would be the end of any demonic incursion,” the Demon King’s voice intoned.

“Since the moment demons enter Hell, they would be greatly weakened while the Origin Force of the plane would enhance the devils.

But where all other Abyssal Lords stop, the Incarnation of Death and Destruction pushed forward.” Cain, Meylin, and Helios watched in awe as the celestial projection unfolded.

The Incarnation of Death and Destruction stood at the forefront of his demonic horde, his shadowy form exuding an aura of unimaginable power.

Raising his right hand, he began to manipulate gravity itself.

Space warped around his outstretched palm, layers upon layers folding into themselves.

A black singularity started to form-a black hole from which not even light could escape.

It began as a mere pinpoint but rapidly expanded, growing more and more powerful.

The gravitational pull intensified, drawing cosmic dust and stray asteroids from the surrounding void.

The black hole swelled to the size of a planet, its event horizon pulsing with otherworldly energy.

It reached a point where it seemed capable of swallowing an entire solar system in a fraction of a second.

With a commanding gesture, the Incarnation pointed toward the massive gates blocking the passage to the First of the Nine Hells.

These colossal gates were forged from the strongest infernal metals and inscribed with ancient runes that radiated protective enchantments.

The black hole hurtled forward, a harbinger of annihilation.

The trio marveled at the sight.

The black hole dashed forward with awe-inspiring majesty, twisting space and time in its wake.

Stars distorted around it, their light stretched into elongated streaks.

Temporal ripples cascaded outward, causing moments to dilate and contract unpredictably.

The very fabric of reality seemed to tremble as the singularity approached its target.

Upon impact, the black hole effortlessly consumed the gates.

The protective runes shattered like glass.

The infernal metals warped and twisted before disintegrating entirely.

A shockwave rippled through the surrounding realms, announcing the breach of Hell’s defenses!

With the gate obliterated, the Incarnation of Death and Destruction signaled his army to advance.

Chaotic demons, their eyes alight with bloodlust, poured into Hell.

Their bodies were immediately suppressed, and the hostile environment might diminish their battle drastically.

Yet, they were millions strong and attacked with unbridled madness.

Like a dark tsunami, they massacred everything in their path, heedless of their own losses.

Before they could unleash true mayhem across the First of the Hells, the ruler of the first layer took action.

From the fiery depths emerged a barrage of fireballs the size of small planets.

They rained down upon the invading demons, each impact annihilating thousands.

The sky was ablaze, and the ground quaked under the relentless assault.

In mere moments, the initial wave of demons was reduced to ashes.

Cain’s eyes narrowed as he observed the devastating counterattack.

It was clear that the Nine Hells harbored immensely powerful figures.

He couldn’t help but wonder what the Incarnation of Death and Destruction thought upon seeing millions of his demons perish so swiftly.

Yet, the Abyssal Lord’s response was to send even more demons into Hell.

Cain, Meylin, and Helios frowned as they witnessed the Incarnation repeatedly dispatching his forces into the First of the Nine Hells, like pigs sent to a slaughterhouse.

It wasn’t pity they felt but confusion.

They didn’t understand the purpose behind such seemingly futile sacrifices.

The answer revealed itself after the blood of billions of demons had been spilled.

The entire first layer of Hell began to tremble.

The devils’ connection to their plane’s power was severed, shocking all within, including the Archdevil himself.

Only then did the Incarnation of Death and Destruction step into the First of the Nine Hells.

Remarkably, the Origin Force of the plane did not reject or weaken him; instead, it received his presence and recognized him as its master!

“The Incarnation of Death and Destruction’s power was unquestionable,” the Demon King’s voice echoed.

“But it sometimes blinded people to his mightiest asset-his wisdom and cunning.” The starlit projection displayed how the Incarnation unleashed havoc upon the First of the Nine Hells.

He butchered the Archdevil with ruthless efficiency, his shadowy form cutting through legions of devils as if they were nothing.

Demonkind spread across the entire dimension, their strength now bolstered by the very essence of Hell.

Such an accomplishment would have been considered the achievement of a lifetime by Cain, Meylin, and Helios.

Yet, the Incarnation of Death and Destruction had merely finished one step of his grand design.

With a mere wave of his hand, he commanded his horde of demons to invade the Second of the Nine Hells.

The trio observed as the devils did everything in their power to halt the demonic onslaught.

Fierce battles erupted, and the skies were torn asunder by arcane energies.

But their efforts were in vain.

Each demon slain released a dark essence tainted with the plane’s Origin Force.

This contamination weakened the devils’ hold over their own realm.

It was only a matter of time before the Second Layer succumbed, just as the first had.

After billions more demons died, the Second of the Nine Hells fell into the hands of the Incarnation of Death and Destruction.

He marched through its fiery landscapes, obliterating any resistance.

Mountains crumbled, rivers of lava were redirected, and the very air vibrated with his overwhelming power.

He took control with the same ruthless determination as before.

Cain’s eyes were filled with admiration and awe.

He could hardly contain his excitement at witnessing such might.

A single entity had overtaken a devilish universe using only his power, making the entire Hell tremble in fear, impotent before him.

Although it was hard to admit, his battles against the Depravitas in Aether seemed like child’s play compared to that saga.

“The Lords of Hell were terrified,” the Demon King’s voice continued, “filled with fear about the expansion of the Incarnation of Death and Destruction.

But, fortunately for them, he did not continue pushing forward.” The voice paused, then resumed with a tone brimming with anticipation.

“He had other plans-much more amazing plans!”