The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1282

Chapter 1282: Become a Prima Depravita Chapter 1282: Become a Prima Depravita Cain, Meylin, and Helios stood in stunned silence, their minds reeling from the majestic events they had just witnessed.

The saga of the Eternal of Samsara was nothing short of mind-blowing, from creating one of the most powerful races in existence-the Neo-Demons-to splitting into two distinct entities and giving birth to one who guided nightmarish monsters to rise beyond their nature and obtain the title of Prima Depravita.

There was so much they had yet to see, filling their hearts with wonder and curiosity.

However, those burning emotions did not last long.

In the very next second, the starry void around them collapsed, and the colossal black eye that had been watching over them all this time glowed ominously and swallowed the trio.

Cain was startled as the gravitational force of that black eye was overwhelming.

It felt as though he were pulled into an abyss, every fiber of his being stretched to its limit.

But fortunately, the lack of control over his body did not last long.

In the blink of an eye, he found himself in a new dimension.

The scarlet dragon stood in a massive hall that seemed to have persisted for millions of years.

Massive stone pillars rose to unseen heights, their surfaces etched with indecipherable glyphs and symbols.

Yet, despite the grandeur of the hall, his attention was immediately drawn to a singular, imposing sight.

At the far end of the hall, atop a dais of polished obsidian, sat a throne carved from the darkest stone and adorned with grotesque sculptures of twisted beasts.

The throne itself exuded an aura of malevolence, its demonic design instilling dread in any who might gaze upon it.

Ancient runes pulsed with an eerie light, hinting at unfathomable power locked within.

The grotesque sculptures seemed almost alive, their distorted forms contorting in the flickering shadows cast by unseen flames.

Seated upon this throne was a massive figure shrouded in chains.

The figure was almost entirely concealed, wrapped in layers of shadow and bound by chains that clinked softly with each subtle movement.

The metal links seemed alive, writhing and tightening of their own accord, as if they possessed a will independent of the one they bound.

The chains gleamed with a dark luster, etched with runes similar to those on the throne, and they pulsed in tandem with an otherworldly rhythm.

The only part of the figure visible was his left eye, which pierced through the darkness like a beacon.

It was an eye that seemed to hold a pool of destruction, swirling with ancient wisdom and immeasurable power.

There was no doubt in Cain’s mind that the person covered in chains was the ruler of this castle and the one who had forged the Trials of Blood and Hunger.

“The Demon King,” Cain couldn’t help but murmur, his voice barely above a whisper.

As if responding to his words, the left eye focused sharply on him.

What he heard next was completely unexpected.

“Hahahaha!

Demon King?

What a boring name!” The voice echoed throughout the hall, rich with a mocking amusement.

“Such a lack of ingenuity behind it.

I’m sure the one who branded it on me sucks at naming things.” Cain blinked, taken aback by the casual and almost playful tone.

He hadn’t been prepared for such a juvenile demeanor from someone-or something-so imposing.

In truth, he didn’t even fully understand the purpose of the Trials of Blood and Hunger.

Meylin was equally perplexed.

Her eyes remained sharp, never lowering her guard for even a second.

She constantly shifted her gaze between the scarlet dragon and the Demon King, ready to react at a moment’s notice.

This was the end of the road-the heart of the Demon King’s Castle-and if the prophecy was going to unfold, it would be now.

She was prepared to use everything in her power to stop it.

Helios, on the other hand, was different.

The man showed awe and wonder as he gazed at the gargantuan figure on the throne.

But there was a meaningful light in his right eye, a subtle gleam that not even the Demon King seemed to notice.

The trio remained silent, all waiting to hear why the Demon King had brought them here.

They were cautious, not daring to fool themselves into thinking that just because he was chained, he was powerless.

After all, the Demon King had demonstrated the ability to project his mind and soul across different parallel dimensions simultaneously.

Noticing the caution etched on their faces, the Demon King sighed softly.

The chains around him rattled with the motion.

“Sorry about that last outburst.

It’s been millions of years since I’ve had a conversation with anyone,” he admitted, his tone shifting to one of somber reflection.

“Anyway, I know you’re all wondering why you’re here, and for that, I will have to tell you a bit about myself.” He paused, the atmosphere growing heavier.

“As you might already know, I am indeed not an indigenous inhabitant of the Crimson World.

I came here with a massive army, and our goal was to destroy and conquer, but I guess we failed.” Cain couldn’t help but narrow his eyes.

The Demon King was referring to the Great War, one of the most significant events in the history of the Crimson World-events whose records were either forgotten, destroyed, or hidden.

He sensed a peculiar aloofness in the Demon King’s words as if the events of that time no longer mattered to him.

“Whatever happened with the army I came with, I don’t know, nor do I care,” the Demon King continued, a hint of indifference in his voice.

“That life no longer matters to me.

From the moment I found the records of the Eternal of Samsara and figured out the truth about my kind, my eyes could only see one thing-to shackle the bonds of my birth, overcome my nature, and follow the path of the Forefather.” He made a small pause, his left eye scanning the trio intently.

Then, in a solemn and resolute voice, he declared, “To become a Prima Depravita.”