The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1277

Chapter 1277: The King in Yellow Chapter 1277: The King in Yellow When Cain heard those last two words, “Neo-Demon,” he felt as if lightning had struck his body.

An overwhelming shock assaulted his heart and soul, but fortunately, no one was paying attention to him, allowing him to mask his reaction swiftly.

Yet, even though his face remained impassive, his mind was in turmoil.

“Neo-Demon-that’s what Apex used to measure my stats after my power rose to the Soul Realm!” Cain thought, his mind racing.

All sorts of thoughts began to course through his mind as he tried to understand the connection between the Absolute Life Form System and the Incarnation of Death and Destruction.

The possibilities were staggering, and questions flooded his consciousness.  But as Cain grappled with his thoughts, his attention was drawn back to the starry projection.

The celestial display shifted once more, capturing his full focus.

The image showed Zatiel bringing the small child-who had been on death’s door just hours earlier-to the sphere of black plasma.

With deliberate movements, Zatiel guided the boy through the same transformative process he’d undergone himself, creating a dark core inside the child’s heart.

“Pay attention,” the Demon King’s voice resonated, echoing across the cosmic void.

“You are witnessing the beginning of the journey of the one who will someday hold the titles of The White Lightning, the Master of Entropy, the Godking of Freedom.

That boy, once found in a mass grave, is Invictus-the future Ruler of the Primordial Race!” Cain had barely recovered from his initial shock when another revelation struck him like a tidal wave.

He had to summon all his willpower to contain his amazement.

Unlike the term “Neo-Demon,” the concept of the Primordial Race hit even closer to home.

After all, his true body back in Aether was that of a Primordial!

“The Ruler of the Primordial Race?” Cain mused, his eyes widening.

The scarlet dragon could not help but look at the young Invictus with awe.

Once more, he saw someone whose starting point was abysmal yet whose tale soared to unimaginable heights.

It was humbling and inspiring.

Unfortunately for Cain, the starry projection did not pause to let him process these revelations.

It continued unabated, unfolding the epic journey of Zatiel.

Scenes of intense battles flashed before them-Zatiel facing monstrous creatures with grotesque forms, wielding powers that defied comprehension.

He confronted cunning humanoids who called themselves Magi, their eyes gleaming with arcane knowledge and hidden agendas.

As the projection progressed, more individuals joined Zatiel’s side.

His circle grew not just in number but in diversity.

Humans of various backgrounds pledged their loyalty.

A small dog with shimmering fur and eyes that seemed to hold galaxies trotted beside him, a faithful companion.

There were even kobolds-once meek and subservient creatures-that he helped evolve into formidable dragonborns, their scales glistening like precious metals.

“It’s as if he’s a black hole,” Meylin whispered, “drawing everyone to his side and helping them grow stronger.” Cain nodded subtly.

The analogy was fitting.

Zatiel’s charisma and influence were undeniable, and his ability to uplift those around him was remarkable.

His journey across the massive world was relentless.

The projection showed him traversing treacherous landscapes-towering mountains that pierced the clouds, dense forests teeming with hidden dangers, and ancient ruins.

Then came a pivotal moment.

Zatiel led an incursion into a different world, one ruled by angels.

When this part of the story unfolded, Cain and Meylin exchanged glances before casting sidelong looks at Helios.

It was evident that these angels were not the same as those of the Sun Church, but the parallel was unmistakable.

The duo couldn’t suppress cold smiles as they watched Zatiel engage the angels.

The battles were fierce and unyielding.

Zatiel confronted them head-on, his tactics both ruthless and ingenious.

He not only defeated them but also claimed their wings, repurposing them as tools for his own use.

The war in that world was bloody, but the starry projection offered minimal details, events happening at a rapid pace.

In less than a minute, they witnessed the start and end of the conflict.

The world itself seemed to vanish, only to reemerge years later.

When it did, Zatiel stood transformed-majestic wings adorned his back, each feather shimmering with ethereal energy.

His eyes radiated power, appearing capable of controlling the very cycles of life and death.

As the projection continued, the Demon King’s narration took on a more profound tone, hinting that something monumental was about to occur.

“His journey grew ever more majestic,” the Demon King intoned.

“He traveled to different worlds, each with its own wonders and perils.

He returned to Hell, where he outwitted Devil Lords, forging alliances with unique life forms.

His influence spread like wildfire, and his name became synonymous with power and change.” The scenes depicted Zatiel engaging with entities of all kinds-a council of ethereal beings composed of pure energy and even ancient life forms whose wisdom spanned millennia.

Each interaction added another layer to his legend.

“Until finally,” the Demon King’s voice deepened, “he faced one of the strongest opponents of his life-the King in Yellow.” The starry projection shifted to a vast cosmic arena, the backdrop a swirling maelstrom of stars and nebulae.

The King in Yellow emerged-a figure draped in tattered robes of golden hue, an aura of madness and enigma surrounding him.

His face was obscured, but his presence was overwhelming.

The clash between Zatiel and the King in Yellow was nothing short of cataclysmic.

Though their cultivation seemed to be at the Soul Realm, the power they wielded defied comprehension.

Cain, Meylin, and Helios watched in utter disbelief.

How could individuals at that level display such might?

Explosions erupted across the void, each one rippling through the fabric of space-time.

Energies clashed-darkness and light-each collision birthing new stars or collapsing them into oblivion.

It was as if the very principles of existence were being wielded as weapons.

They could barely keep up with the spectacle.

Zatiel moved with unparalleled speed and precision, his attacks a blend of raw power and intricate technique.

The King in Yellow responded with equal ferocity, summoning constructs of pure thought and bending reality to his will.

Finally, with a decisive strike, Zatiel managed to shatter his enemy.

The King in Yellow dissolved into fragments of golden light scattered across the cosmos.

But victory came at a steep price.

Zatiel’s entire existence was set ablaze, his form turning to stone.

Just before he could crumble into the void, a massive purple sun materialized, consuming him entirely.

“Upon that battle,” the Demon King declared solemnly, “Zatiel Daybreak’s life ended for the third time.

His body was swallowed by his beast companion and the Sacred Beast of the Neo-Demon Race-Myriad.” Cain, Meylin, and Helios stood in silent awe.

The magnitude of what they had just witnessed was staggering.

Not only had Zatiel faced an opponent capable of pushing him to his limits, but the fact that he had a sun as a companion was almost beyond belief.

“A sun as a pet,” Meylin whispered, shaking her head.

“At this point, nothing surprises me anymore.” Helios’s expression was a mixture of fascination and envy.

The battles, the power, and the very idea of transcending the rules of reality resonated deeply with him.

Cain’s mind raced.

The mention of the Primordial Race, the Neo-Demons, and connection with the Absolute Life Form System.

There were many things he wanted to undertand.