The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1305

Chapter 1305: Dragons vs Angels (II) Chapter 1305: Dragons vs Angels (II) Archangel Loyd’s eyes sharpened, a steely glint reflecting his resolve.

As the second strongest Archangel of the Sun Church, his authority matched his formidable power.

The unfolding chaos deviated from their original plan, but the dire circumstances left him no choice.

Clenching his fist, he sent the signal-a flare of radiant light that pierced the sky.

In the next moment, a massive mountain range in the distance erupted in a cataclysmic explosion.

The ground quaked as rocks and debris flew into the air, and from the billowing smoke emerged more than one hundred angels, each bearing five majestic wings on their backs.

Their armor gleamed with celestial light, and their eyes burned with divine purpose.

The sudden reinforcement was a sight to behold, but three colossal figures drew everyone’s attention.

Two of these figures were towering humanoid golems, each standing over one hundred thousand meters tall.

They were armored with intricately engraved dark metal that seemed ancient and otherworldly.

Liquid fire flowed through cracks in their armor, casting an ominous glow.

At their chests blazed a sun emblem, glowing fiercely like a captured star.

Their horned heads and fiery eyes exuded an intimidating, holy wrath.

The very air around them shimmered with heat, and their presence radiated an energy signature that marked them at the Peak Early Void Eclipse level!

The third figure was even more imposing-a lion-shaped golem crafted from the same dark, intricately engraved metal.

It radiated fierce energy, and liquid fire flowed through its mane and the cracks along its muscular body.

A golden glow emanated from its eyes and mouth, and the blazing sun emblem on its chest unleashed a heat so intense it set the air ablaze.

The aura it projected was overwhelming, matching even the Middle Void Eclipse Rank!

When the dragons of the Tiamat Sect saw this formidable force, their eyes widened in shock.

Murmurs rippled through their ranks as realization dawned upon them.

Such a display of power must have cost the Sun Church immensely to assemble.

They wouldn’t have been waiting here with such might without a purpose.

It became clear-they had been planning an ambush all along.

“An ambush…

they’ve been preparing for this,” Zalgrim, the Thunder Dragon, muttered, his scales crackling with electricity.

Eldrick clenched his claws.

“They were forced to reveal their hand early.

Had they caught us off guard, the ramifications would have been dire.” Despite forcing the enemy to show their cards ahead of time, the Tiamat Sect was still in trouble.

They were outnumbered, and none of the Ancient Dragons alone could handle the Sun Golems, especially the Lion Golem, whose power was unmatched by any single warrior present.

An uneasy tension settled over the battlefield.

The Sun Church’s forces hovered menacingly, ready to strike.

The dragons braced themselves, knowing the odds were stacked against them.

Suddenly, the sky above shimmered.

From the heavens, an arc of dark golden sword light descended like a meteor, illuminating the sky with its brilliance.

The sword light sliced through the air with a shrill whistle, clashing directly with the Lion Sun Golem.

The impact was tremendous-the golem was sent hurtling backward, crashing into the mountainside and leaving a trail of fire and molten rock.

All eyes turned to the origin of the overwhelming attack.

Standing with a sword covered in ethereal darkness was a gorgeous woman with jet-black hair cascading down her back.

Her eyes were like the starry night, deep and infinite, and golden runes covered her flawless skin, glowing with mystical energy.

Although her appearance had transformed, everyone recognized her-the Sacred Saintess of the Three Moons, Meylin.

Gasps of astonishment echoed.

The young woman’s battle prowess was off the charts, nearing that of Cain, whose strength had already left them in awe.

Meylin’s eyes were sharp and cold as she gazed at the three golems.

Her presence commanded attention, and the aura around her pulsed with untamed power.

“I will take care of the golems,” she declared, her voice steady and resolute.

Without waiting for a response, her body began to dissolve.

Dark mist enveloped her form, and within moments, she melted into a shadowy fog that spread across the sky, casting an eerie darkness over the battlefield.

Under the shocked and confused gazes of everyone present, the fog transformed into two massive dark golden hands.

With a swift motion, the spectral hands blasted the two Humanoid Golems into the distance, sending them sprawling and disrupting their formation.

As the fog coalesced back into Meylin’s solid form, the warriors around her were left perplexed.

The previous sword strike had been powerful, but at least its principles were understandable.

Now, they had witnessed her body shifting from solid to gas and back again, displaying abilities that defied conventional understanding.

“What kind of power is that?” Ignis whispered, flames flickering around his mouth.

“It’s beyond anything I’ve seen,” Onyx replied, his obsidian scales reflecting the chaotic light of the battlefield.

But for those who knew of the Depravita Race, such abilities, though astonishing, were not entirely unexpected.

Their powers were mind-blowing, transcending the ordinary limits of magic and cultivation.

Grand Elder Bahamut watched Meylin’s display with admiration and curiosity.

Questions swirled in his mind, but he pushed them aside.

Now was not the time for inquiry but for action.

“Dragons of the Tiamat Sect!” Bahamut’s voice roared across the battlefield.

“Eldrick, Zalgrim, kill all those angels!” The two Ancient Dragons nodded without hesitation.

“By your command!” they shouted in unison.

They led twenty-seven Ancient Dragons toward the Sun Church’s forces.

Though outnumbered, each dragon had grown immensely powerful thanks to their time in the Primeval World and the grueling Blood and Hatred Trials.

Their scales glinted, and their eyes burned with determination as they surged forward, unleashing torrents of elemental fury.

“Kryos, Ignis, Fanir, Onyx, Melisara!” Bahamut continued, his gaze fixed on the enemy.

“Keep Loyd and the others at bay.

Do not allow them to interfere!” The eyes of the five Grand Elders grew sharp.

They understood the gravity of their task.

“We will hold them,” Kryos affirmed, his icy aura intensifying.

They watched as Bahamut flew past the Archangels, his massive form cutting through the sky like a comet.

He was heading straight toward the distant battlefield where Cain and Archangel Michael were locked in combat.

Loyd and the other Archangels watched Bahamut streak past them.

Fury contorted Loyd’s face.

“Do not let him escape!” he shouted, but the sudden assault from the Immortal Dragons forced them to focus on defense.

“Your fight is with us,” Ignis declared, a fiery grin spreading across his face.

“You dare challenge the might of the Sun Church?” one of the Archangels retorted, brandishing a spear of light.

“We dare,” Onyx replied coolly.

Though the Archangels outnumbered them, the Immortal Dragons showed no fear.

They were ready to give it their all.

“Kill all those lizards!” Loyd bellowed, his voice dripping with overwhelming killing intent.

He rallied the Archangels, and they surged forward, their wings leaving trails of light.

The clash was instantaneous and cataclysmic.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!”