The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1289

Chapter 1289: Cain’s death Chapter 1289: Cain’s death “BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!” A massive blast of fire erupted as Meylin used her violet sword shards to forge a canopy above her head, protecting herself from the gigantic flaming hand descending upon her.

The Sacred Saintess was able to defend against the flaming hand, but it took all her power, preventing her from making even the slightest move.

Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her arms trembled as she channeled every ounce of energy into maintaining the protective barrier.

Helios smiled as he saw the struggle etched on the saintess’s face.

His eyes then shifted, turning toward the one he wanted to kill the most-Cain.  The scarlet dragon coughed up a mouthful of blood, feeling overwhelming pain coursing through his body as he pulled himself out of the cratered wall.

His vision blurred, but there was no time to think about the pain or the damage his body had endured as his instincts screamed at him the very next second, and he immediately moved to the side.

“BOOOM!” A blast occurred right where he had been standing moments before.

Helios’s fist had smashed against the wall, leaving a gaping hole.

The Archangel showed a cold smile as he turned toward Cain, his fist breaking through the debris as it came crashing toward the scarlet dragon once more.  Cain summoned a massive amount of shadows to protect his body, the dark tendrils wrapping around him like armor.

He raised his guard just before the punch landed.

The impact sent him flying away, skidding across the fractured floor.

The bones in his arms trembled due to the overwhelming strength behind the blow.

Despite the damage, Cain’s eyes remained full of focus.

He was certain that the powerful state of Helios could not last forever, but unfortunately, at this rate, it would only take less than a minute for the Archangel to take them both down.

Cain gritted his teeth and immediately twisted his body to the side, dodging Helios’s dive.

The floor shattered to pieces under the Archangel’s feet, shards of stone exploding outward.

Helios wasted no time, launching a relentless barrage of attacks.

His movements were a blur, each strike carrying the force to break mountains.

Cain found himself on the defensive, barely able to keep up.

He focused solely on enduring, dodging when he could and bracing himself when he couldn’t.

Not even ten seconds passed, and Cain was already riddled with injuries.

Finally, Cain narrowly avoided a downward kick that could have obliterated his skull.

The blow landed on his shoulder instead, obliterating all the bones within and crippling his right arm.

Pain shot through him like lightning, his arm hanging limply at his side.

Helios showed a cold smile as his left hand touched Cain’s face.

“Insignificant lizard,” he sneered.

A scorching shockwave erupted from his palm, sending Cain’s body flying away like a rag doll.

Before Cain could recover, Helios extended his right hand, summoning the small orb of white flames that had forged the Sun’s Domain.

The orb expanded, taking the form of a massive spear that crackled with intense energy.  “NOOOOOO!” Cain heard Meylin’s cry just as he bounced against the wall.

His senses were just recovering when he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

The next second, his body was pushed back into the wall with overwhelming power.  “Puahggg!” A mouthful of blood emerged from the scarlet dragon, staining his maws.

Shock appeared on his face as he looked down to see the white spear piercing his chest, right where his hearts were.

He could feel the flames incinerating him from the inside out, searing his organs and boiling his blood.

Cain felt his mind going foggy, his soul force slowly shutting down due to the overwhelming damage his body had endured.

His limbs felt heavy, and darkness edged into his vision.

His eyes gazed around the battlefield, taking in the devastation.

He glanced at Meylin, who was looking at him with immense sorrow and tears.  He knew that even if he were to die here, his ego would just return to Aether, and he could come back in the future to take revenge upon the Archangel.

But without him, there was nothing that would stop Helios from killing her.

The thought sent a surge of determination through him.

“I cannot fail again,” he whispered to himself, a meaningful light appearing in his eyes.

He wasn’t a fool and had already connected the dots regarding the young woman’s identity.

Every ounce of his willpower urged him to remain in the fight, no matter what.

Mustering his remaining strength, Cain grabbed the spear that was piercing his chest.

His claws dug into the flaming weapon, the heat scorching his scales.

He gritted his teeth, straining his muscles as he attempted to pull it out.

The pain was excruciating, but he refused to relent.

Helios noticed Cain’s defiance and scowled.

“Stubborn to the very end,” he muttered.

Without hesitation, he dived toward Cain, the flaming sword appearing in his grip once more.

The blade radiated deadly intent, its edge keen and thirsting for blood.

In fairy tales, willpower and determination could turn the tables in all fighting, making even a small figure defeat a titan.

Unfortunately for Cain, real life was not a fairy tail, and something willpower was simply not enough.

Cain looked up just in time to see Helios descending upon him.

The flaming sword pierced his head, driving through scales and bone with ruthless efficiency.

The scarlet dragon’s eyes trembled for a second before losing their light.

His grip on the spear loosened, and his arms fell limp at his sides.

His mind shut down as his soul force froze and his vital signs vanished.  Silence reigned on the battlefield as if, for a moment, time itself had frozen.

Helios stood over Cain’s lifeless body, his cold smile only growing wider as pure thrill and satisfaction washed over his soul upon killing the dragon.

Meylin’s tear-filled eyes reflected the heartbreaking scene, her face encapsulating despair and helplessness.