The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1308

Chapter 1308: Lady Alume’s move Chapter 1308: Lady Alume’s move While the surroundings of the Howling Abyss had become a massive battlefield, with the forces of the Tiamat Sect and the Sun Church clashing with all their might and filled with killing intent, one power remained static: the Moon Cult.  The saintesses who had emerged from the Primeval World were at a loss about what to do.

Unlike Cain, who had rallied the Ancient Dragons with a few words, Meylin could not spur her fellow saintesses into action with mere speech.

It wasn’t that the young woman lacked might or that her aura wasn’t imposing; rather, the saintesses had been tasked with maintaining neutrality among the factions.

Moreover, unlike the dragons, they harbored no animosity toward the angels of the Sun Church.

They couldn’t simply leap into the battlefield and commence a slaughter.

As for the Void Eclipse Saintesses from the Moon Cult, they were even less inclined to join the fray.

They would not act without a direct command from their leader.

Their eyes frequently darted toward Lady Alune, awaiting her decision.  Unfortunately for all the Saintesses, Lady Alune did not utter a word.

Instead, her eyes seemed to be absorbed in thought as she watched Meylin’s radiant figure clashing against the Sun Church Golems and Cain’s demonic form battling Archangel Michael.

A myriad of thoughts coursed through the mind of the Moon Cult’s supreme leader.  Finally, focus returned to Lady Alune’s eyes, and a wide, ecstatic smile spread across her face.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips, growing into a full-bodied laugh.

“Hahahahahaha!” Lady Alune burst into laughter, causing confusion among all the Saintesses.

But the Peak Void Eclipse powerhouse did not care about their confusion.

Her aura suddenly flared, a brilliant golden light enveloping her form.

The sheer intensity of her energy caused the ground beneath her to crack, and the air hummed with power.

With a voice that resonated like the tolling of a great bell, she shouted, “Saintesses of the Moon Cult, hear my command!

Kill the angels of the Sun Church!” Silence fell among the Saintesses.

If they had been confused before, now they were utterly shocked.

Lady Alune had always been a staunch advocate for peace, often mediating disputes across the Helix Continent.

Yet now, she called for open conflict, for a massacre against the Sun Church.

Not even a second after issuing the command, she transformed into a stream of moonlight, her form dissolving into pure energy.

In a dazzling arc, she dashed toward the Peak Void Eclipse battlefield, where the fiercest fighting took place.

Although the Saintesses were taken aback by such a command, they were seasoned warriors.

Years of discipline and training kicked in.

Seeing that both Meylin and Lady Alune had already entered the fray, there was no way to keep the Moon Cult out of the impending war.

If that were the case, they might as well attack with all their power and crush their enemies from the start.

“Kill!” Amara shouted, her voice cutting through the lingering hesitation.

She drew her blade and led the Stellar Abyss Saintesses toward the destroyed mountain range.

Their target: the five-winged angels who were battling the Ancient Dragons.

As they charged, the Saintesses’ auras ignited, each radiating a unique moonlight hue.

They moved with grace and precision, their formations tight and their resolve solidified.

The Void Eclipse powerhouses of the Moon Cult joined the Immortal Dragons against the Archangels.

Their sudden entry into the battle caused a noticeable shift.

Kryos and the rest of the Grand Elders were surprised and somewhat confused to see the Moon Cult aiding them.

They exchanged glances, relief, and puzzlement evident on their faces.

“Why are they helping us now?” Ignis wondered aloud, his fiery eyes flickering.

“Does it matter?” Onyx replied, a sly grin on his face.

“We have an opportunity.

Let’s not waste it.” While they were full of questions, they knew that could wait.

Right now, they had been given a chance not just to contain the Archangels but to eliminate them entirely.

“Attack with all you have!

Kill them all!” Grand Elder Kryos shouted with hatred and murderous intent.

His voice was infused with the icy chill of his element, and frost began to spread across the battlefield.

He focused his eyes on Loyd, and a burning wrath he had restrained for several years was finally unleashed.

Overwhelming explosions and waves of energy flooded the air, bursting across the battlefield with the addition of the Moon Cult’s Saintesses.

The fragile balance shattered, tipping the scales dramatically.

The forces of the Sun Church now found themselves in incredible danger.

— Archangel Michael dodged a punch from Cain, countering with a swift kick to the young man’s stomach that sent him reeling backward.

He didn’t have a moment to relish his small victory; Bahamut’s massive claw came sweeping in, forcing Michael to release a burst of white flames from his right palm.

The collision of energies pushed both combatants apart.

As Michael regained his footing, he noticed the change in the distant battlefield.

The Moon Cult had joined forces with the Tiamat Sect.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

“Those…!” Michael shouted with rage, his words choking in his throat.

The sight of the Saintesses aiding the dragons ignited a fury within him.  But he didn’t have time to dwell on his anger.

The next second, a massive radiant force descended from the sky.

He looked up to see eighty-one blades, all vibrating and containing overwhelming energy.

The swords formed a complex formation, their energies connecting, generating a synergistic cycle that enhanced their collective power.

From this union emerged the incarnation of a massive golden eagle, its wings spanning the horizon, its talons appearing capable of grasping entire mountains.

“Bastard!” Michael shouted, recognizing the origin of the attack.

Lady Alune hovered above, her eyes fierce and unwavering.

A radiant spear of white flames appeared in his hand as he prepared to counter the colossal eagle.

The two forces collided in an explosion of white flames and golden energy, the blast sending shockwaves in all directions.

The sheer magnitude of the impact pushed the Archangel into the ground, creating a crater upon his landing.

Michael managed to land on his feet, the earth shattering beneath him.

He gazed upward, his eyes locking onto Lady Alune’s figure with killing intent.

But that momentary distraction proved costly.

In the next instant, a dark fist crashed into his back with tremendous force, the impact so severe that Michael felt as if his spine might shatter.

Pain shot through his body.