The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1293

Chapter 1293: Doomsday Incarnation!

Chapter 1293: Doomsday Incarnation!

It was a scene like one drawn from legends of gods and titans-a demonic draconic entity clashing with a winged angel, their energies locked in a fierce struggle as everything around them trembled and shattered due to their might.

The grand hall was now a battleground as the dark purple plasma beam clashed with the radiant orb, creating a vortex of swirling energies at the point of contact.

“Die!” Helios shouted, his voice echoing like thunder, his face twisted by envy and hatred.

The seven-winged Archangel pushed the massive white sun with increasing power.

His radiant wings unfurled to their full span, casting an ethereal glow, his eyes blazed with white flames.

Cain’s eyes were sharp as the cannon of super-compressed Neo-Demon Aura he wielded kept the massive sun at bay.

Despite his immense effort, he could not overwhelm it.

After all, that attack was an amalgamation of energy and the ruling principles that determined the reality of the Crimson World; it could not be taken lightly.

As the clash carried on, coldness and determination arose in Cain’s eyes.

His entire body had changed, morphing to discard the unnecessary, leaving only the beast.

The same could be said of his energy pool-transformed and purified.

So why not do the same with his abilities?

In the next second, scarlet flames burst from his True Name, flooding the interior of his black hole.

The fire consumed all his Legendary Innate Abilities, all but one.

His evolution into a Neo-Demon, including Scarlet Reaper, enhanced every aspect of his existence.

Scarlet Reaper began transforming all the Legendary Innate Abilities into Origin Force within seconds, redirecting the newfound power to the only ability left in the black hole.

Reaper’s Touch received a torrent of golden force the next moment as its power simply exploded.

Its metaphysical form morphed and changed over and over again, shifting like a living shadow.

Blades, tendrils, and formless energy swirled until it finally settled into a dark shadow with the form of a scythe.

The moment Reaper’s Touch completed its evolution, the destructive and piercing power of the Apocalypse Blast skyrocketed.  “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!” The purple plasma cannon intensified, its beam narrowing into a sharper, more concentrated force.

With a roar that echoed through the crumbling hall, the beam pierced through the white sun, shattering it from the inside out.

“Impossible!” That was the only thing Helios was able to utter before the plasma cannon struck him directly.

The impact sent him crashing into the wall of the hall, embedding his figure deep within the stone.

The stone crumbled around him, forming a crater.

Cain’s breathing was a little rough, and he felt his entire body itching-a side effect of channeling such immense power-but a small smile arose as he observed Helios’s body inside the hole in the wall.

There was not a part of the Archangel that was not wounded.

A vast, burning hole gaped in his chest, where his vital organs were visible, seared, and damaged.

No matter how strong the seven-winged Archangel was, that body could not function anymore.

“You…

think…

you won!” However, just as Cain felt everything was finally over, Helios’s voice echoed inside the wall.

The skin of his face was bleeding, his once pristine features now marred by burns and cuts, giving him a truly fearsome and sinister appearance.  “I…

am…

the…

SUN LORD!” Right after shouting those words, Helios’s entire body exploded into pieces, yet they did not disperse or stain the walls.

Instead, they remained floating around a white orb of flames that hovered where he had been.

The orb pulsed with raw power, its luminosity growing brighter by the second.

Cain’s eyes grew sharp as his instincts screamed danger.

He braced himself, muscles tensing, but before he could do anything, the white orb of flames burst with power.

The bloody pieces of Helios’s body were drawn toward it, swirling around the orb like satellites before being absorbed.

The energy coalesced, reshaping itself and reconstituting into an impressive suit of armor.

Fiery light radiated outward, with golden tendrils and sunburst patterns spreading across the chest plate.

The helmet revealed blazing flames instead of a face, making it clear that what was held inside was not a person but an ancient entity that transcended physical forms.

The armor seemed to pulsate with the heartbeat of a star, emanating heat and light that warped the air around it.

“Puny lizard, you will repent!” An archaic and ancient voice echoed from inside the golden armor.

Without warning, the armored figure vanished, reappearing in front of Cain in the blink of an eye.

Cain barely had time to register the movement before a powerful blow landed on his torso, sending the dragon flying backward with tremendous force.

Shock flashed in Cain’s eyes as he hurtled through the air.

The speed and power were unlike anything he had faced before.

Before he could recover, more attacks came crashing upon him from all directions.

The golden armored figure appeared in front of him at every turn, landing devastating blows that sent shockwaves rippling through the remnants of the hall.

Cain crashed into the ground, creating a crater upon impact.

Dust and debris filled the air, but he quickly rolled to the side as another strike obliterated the spot where he had just been.

The Sun Lord was relentless, his assaults unending and merciless.

Each attack was a blur, a flash of golden light followed by searing pain.

The battle had seemed to be in Cain’s favor just moments ago, but things had drastically changed.

It showed how unpredictable a fight could be against an entity that had lived for hundreds of thousands of years and that dominated powers he had yet to grasp.  However, even as he was being blasted from one direction to the other, Cain’s eyes did not show fear, anxiety, or dread.

Instead, what arose was a small smile.  The Sun Lord appeared above him the next second, sending a downward kick aimed to crush him into the ground.

After so many blows, Cain had started to see the moves, the subtle shifts in energy before each attack.

He was able to spin mid-air, dodging the kick by a hair’s breadth.

As he evaded, he countered by striking the Sun Lord’s side with a powerful tail swipe, the impact pushing the armored figure away and granting Cain a brief respite.

It was but a second, a fleeting moment of relief, and the fiery armor was ready to lunge toward him immediately.

But Cain’s smile did not fade as he landed softly on the fractured ground.

His eyes glowed with confidence and determination.

“Doomsday Incarnation!”