The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1287

Chapter 1287: Dragon and saintess vs Archangel (II) Chapter 1287: Dragon and saintess vs Archangel (II) “Heavenly Sun Divine Cannon!” Helios’s voice thundered through the grand hall as he hurled his white spear.

The moment it left his grasp, the spear transformed mid-air, igniting into a blazing white cannon of pure, searing flames.  “Yin-Yang Lightning Fire Gluttonous Berserk Dragon Breath!” Cain roared in response, unleashing a swirling cyclone of lightning and fire from his open jaws.

The elemental torrent morphed into a devastating plasma cannon, its core enhanced by the might of the Scarlet Reaper, Soul Combustion, and the Oniric Truth of Destruction.

“Moonlight Burst!” Meylin cried out, her voice steady and resolute.

Channeling all her energy, she summoned a myriad of violet sword shards that hovered around her like an ethereal storm.

With a swift motion, she sent them hurtling forward, the shards merging into a colossal tsunami of violet light.

Each shard was imbued with amplified power, enhanced by multiple forces that made them extraordinarily lethal.

“BOOOOOOMMMMM!”  A deafening explosion ensued as the fiery cannon, dragon breath, and sword shards collided at the center of the hall.

The impact generated shockwaves that burst in all directions, causing the walls to crack and the ground to quake.

The sheer magnitude of their combined attacks unleashed a level of destruction far beyond what Stellar Abyss life forms were believed capable of.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!” The forces clashed violently for a brief moment-no more than three seconds before detonating in a blinding conflagration, filling the hall with tumultuous waves of energy and thick, obscuring dust.

Meylin’s golden and silver eyes remained sharply focused, her senses heightened despite the chaos.

Suddenly, a glint caught her eye.

Her gaze snapped toward it just in time to see Helios diving towards her, another white spear poised to pierce her skull.  Though the Sacred Saintess of the Three Moons possessed immense power, she knew her physical strength was no match for Helios’s brute force.

In close combat, she would be at a severe disadvantage.

Her mind raced, searching for a way to evade the deadly strike.

But before Helios could reach her, a blur of crimson intervened.

Cain dashed forward, his right arm enveloped in a pitch-black aura, the essence of the Scarlet Reaper and the Oniric Truth of Destruction fused into a singular, formidable power.

With a fierce growl, he met Helios’s flaming spear with his darkened fist.

The collision was monumental.

Waves of dark and white energy erupted from the point of impact, blasting outward.

The two were locked in a stalemate for a tense moment.

But the equilibrium was short-lived; Cain was sent hurtling backward, skidding across the fractured ground before regaining his footing.

Cain grimaced, feeling the bones in his right hand trembled from the force of the clash.

Even with his Hybrid Dragon Body, he realized Helios outmatched him in raw physical power.  The saintess seized the opportunity without delay.

As Helios prepared to pursue Cain, a sea of violet sword shards materialized around him, each blade gleaming menacingly.

With a swift gesture, Meylin directed the shards toward Helios from every conceivable angle.

The Archangel scowled, swinging his white spear in wide arcs to deflect the incoming barrage.

He managed to blast away a significant portion of the shards, but they were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless.

Forced onto the defensive, Helios retreated slightly, and his movements constrained as the shards closed in.

The violet shards swirled around Helios like a predatory storm, hindering his vision.

They moved with uncanny precision, almost as if they could anticipate his actions.

Despite his rage and the chaos surrounding him, Helios’s battle awareness remained acute.  In a swift motion, he thrust his spear to the side, feeling it pierce through flesh and bone.

A cold, nasty expression spread across his face as he turned to see his weapon embedded in a draconic body.

“Hmph, you really think you could hide your disgusting aura from me?” Helios sneered.

But his confidence wavered as he noticed something amiss-the body impaled on his spear was entirely white.

“Doppelgänger,” the word echoed ominously in his mind.

Before he could react, the real Cain appeared behind him.

The scarlet dragon’s maw was wide open, a fierce glow emanating from deep within.

“Yin-Yang Lightning Fire Gluttonous Berserk Dragon Breath!” Cain unleashed his most potent attack at point-blank range.

The plasma beam struck Helios squarely, the immense force driving him to the ground.

A massive explosion of lightning and fire erupted upon impact, consuming the area in a fiery inferno.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!” The shockwave from the blast tore through the hall and shattered a good portion of the ground.

Cain landed beside Meylin, both of them breathing heavily.

Their eyes remained fixed on the smoldering crater where Helios had fallen.

The battle had been brief but incredibly taxing; each move had demanded an enormous expenditure of energy.

Sweat trickled down Cain’s brow, his muscles aching from the relentless exertion.

Meylin’s usually composed face showed signs of fatigue, but her gaze was unwavering.

They both knew better than to assume the fight was over.

As the swirling dust and energy began to dissipate, the silhouette of Helios emerged.

Cain and Meylin couldn’t help but exchange a brief, hopeful glance.

Half of the Archangel’s body was galvanized, his right arm completely gone.

His once-handsome face was now mutilated, marred by burns and wounds.

Though he still stood, it was evident that his strength was waning.

Helios glared at them, pure malice and hatred etched into his disfigured features.

Despite his grievous injuries, a cold and twisted smile spread across his face.

“Hmph, do you think this is over so easily?” he sneered, his voice dripping with venom.

Raising what remained of his left arm, Helios summoned the last of his strength.

“Sun Lord’s Divine Recalling!” he shouted with all his might.

The words echoed ominously, reverberating through the trembling hall.

Before Cain and Meylin could react, streams of white soul force began piercing through the very fabric of the dimension, converging upon Helios’s battered form.

The streams were like ethereal tendrils, each one pulsing with intense energy.

The air grew heavy with a foreboding presence.

A solemn light appeared in the eyes of the saintess and the scarlet dragon as they recognized the nature of the soul force.

It was the essence granted by the Sun Lord to his five-winged angels.

Helios was forcibly recalling this power, siphoning it from his subordinates scattered across realms.