The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1278

Chapter 1278: The Birth of the Depravitas Chapter 1278: The Birth of the Depravitas Cain, Meylin, and Helios stared intently at the purple sun hovering in the cosmic expanse.

Although they had witnessed Zatiel Daybreak’s apparent demise, they doubted that someone of his unparalleled might would succumb so easily to death.

Just as they anticipated, Myriad began to roam the universe with purpose.

“As his faithful servant, Myriad refused to allow his master to simply perish, so he searched for a way to fix things,” the Demon King’s voice echoed across the starry void.

The celestial projection before them shifted, showing the massive purple sun traversing the vastness of space until it reached a small, unassuming world.

Under the amazed gaze of the trio, they saw how Myriad began to infuse the inhabitants of this world with his cosmic power.

In return, the people offered their unwavering faith, worshipping the purple sun as their deity.

Myriad essentially became a god for that world, using the amassed faith as fuel to nurture Zatiel’s dormant body deep within his core.

“The great determination and will of Myriad were not in vain,” the Demon King continued, his voice carrying a sense of thrill.

“The power he gathered allowed Zatiel Daybreak to begin a process of resurrection beyond mere rebirth.

His entire existence was ascending to a level the universe had never seen before.” Cain, Meylin, and Helios felt a surge of anticipation.

The Demon King’s excitement was palpable, making them pay even closer attention to the unfolding events.

The starry projection zoomed in on Zatiel’s unconscious form nestled within the heart of the purple sun.

It was evident that he was engaged in an internal struggle, but the specifics remained hidden from their view.

However, they did observe how the mind force emanating from Zatiel’s body began to affect the outside world.

The very fabric of reality around the purple sun started to warp and twist.

Under the trio’s shocked gaze, a creature materialized-a being, unlike anything they had ever seen.

It had a twisted, contorted body with a skeletal frame that seemed barely capable of supporting itself.

Its limbs were disproportionately long, ending in claw-like appendages that scraped against the void.

The creature’s skin was rugged and leathery, stretched taut over its bones, with patches missing to reveal the sinew beneath.

Its head was twisted backward, and its eyes glowed with a malevolent light.

The mouth was sewn shut with coarse threads, but muffled wails of anguish could still be heard.  Cain, Meylin, and Helios could not help but adopt solemn expressions.

The entity before them could only be described as pure evil, a manifestation of darkness and torment.

“What you are seeing now is the second of the Great Creations of Zatiel Daybreak,” the Demon King’s voice resonated, filled with immense thrill.

“These are creatures that are essentially negative energy and sins made flesh.” He paused, his tone shifting to one of contemplation.

“Unfortunately, the first batch of these creatures was too wild and chaotic, recognizing everything as either enemies or food.” The starry projection displayed how the mutated, fiendish monster grew uncontrollably shortly after its birth.

It lashed out at everything in sight, its claws tearing through the very fabric of space.

Myriad, recognizing the threat, unleashed a torrent of purple flames.

The intense fire engulfed the creature, reducing it to ashes and consuming its existence entirely.

But that creature was not the last.

Many more emerged from Zatiel’s turbulent mind as he underwent his ascension.

Each was as grotesque and vicious as the last, and each met the same fate-obliterated by Myriad’s purifying flames.

Years passed in this cycle.

The faith of the world’s inhabitants continued to pour into Myriad, amassing a colossal reservoir of power.

Finally, after an immense accumulation of faith and energy, Zatiel Daybreak awakened.

His body, soul, energy, and willpower had all ascended to levels far beyond what they had been before.

He radiated an aura of absolute authority and boundless potential.

Cain, Meylin, and Helios were astounded by such growth.

The idea that death could serve as a catalyst for someone to rise even stronger filled them with awe.

Yet, their thoughts were soon interrupted as the starry projection shifted once more.

They watched as Zatiel summoned the nightmarish creatures once again.

This time, the entities were even more fearsome.

Like before, they were ravenous and attacked everything indiscriminately, even turning on one another.

However, when they faced their creator, an overwhelming terror flooded their beings.

One by one, they bowed in submission before him, their chaotic nature subdued by his mere presence.

Zatiel gazed upon the horde of monsters kneeling before him.

His eyes reflected a mix of dominance and purpose.

His voice echoed through the starry void, resonating with power: “I will call you Depravitas.” Cain’s eyes widened, and he clenched his fists with all his strength upon hearing those words.

A shock like never before assaulted him as he realized he was witnessing the birth of what he considered his archenemies-the Depravita Race.  He wasn’t alone in his reaction.

Meylin and Helios also displayed expressions of shock and apprehension.

It was clear that the term “Depravita” was not foreign to them.

The revelation that Zatiel Daybreak was the creator of such entities stirred a whirlwind of emotions within the trio.

The starry projection continued unabated.

It now showed Zatiel leading an army of Depravitas against golden giants that shone with divine power.

The giants stood tall, their bodies emanating radiant light, symbols of purity and order.

The Depravitas, however, were relentless.

They infiltrated the giants, corrupting them from within.

The sight was both shocking and gruesome, as the godly beings were torn apart by the monstrosities consuming them from the inside out.

The scene shifted swiftly.

Next, Zatiel was seen marching into a fiendish plane.

Under the astonished gaze of the trio, Zatiel unleashed his might upon the plane.

He consumed countless fiends, absorbing their souls and bodies.

This immense influx of power was channeled into nurturing his Depravitas, allowing them to take the next step.