The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1316

Chapter 1316: Michael’s plan Chapter 1316: Michael’s plan Like everyone else in the church, the angel had been on high alert ever since the war erupted, and they found themselves on the losing side.

It was no wonder his senses were so heightened that he immediately detected the subtle streams of light moving through the corridor.

His perception was razor-sharp, and his nerves stretched thin like a tightrope.

He was about to scream, to sound the alarm when he felt the soul aura of one of the angels who had left to set an ambush but whom everybody thought was dead.

Confusion assaulted his mind.

Just as he opened his mouth and was about to act, the stream of light flashed forward.

A palm landed softly on his forehead, sending waves of energy that took control of his blood, transforming it into restraints that left him unconscious before he could send any type of message.

In the next second, the streams of light morphed into a humanoid form.

Cain stood over the unconscious angel, his eyes cold and calculating.

He opened his mouth, and a dark vortex formed, pulling the unconscious angel into his stomach.

He would not kill the man, as it might trigger some sort of alarm or alert within the church’s security systems.

A deep frown appeared on Cain’s face as he realized how close that encounter had been.

Because he had hidden his energy and aura and had to focus his soul on mimicking the spirit of the dead angel, his perception was severely hindered.

That was why he had failed to notice the angel until the last moment.

“I need to be more careful,” he muttered to himself.

Cain decided to carry on, moving through the Sun Castle in his humanoid form.

The streams of light would clearly draw too much attention; even if someone just caught a glimpse of them, it could raise suspicion.

However, the angels would not pay too much attention to another of their kind moving through the castle, and as long as he made sure to hide his face, he would be fine.

He pulled up the hood of his cloak, shadows obscuring his features, and adjusted his wings to fold neatly behind him.

The Sun Castle was a labyrinthine structure, vast and ornate.

Golden hallways stretched endlessly, adorned with celestial murals and lit by floating orbs of light.

Angels of various ranks moved about with purpose, their faces etched with concern and determination.

Cain navigated the maze of corridors, his footsteps silent, his senses on high alert despite the earlier hindrance.

Meanwhile, on the highest level of this massive structure, all the Archangels were gathered.

Solemn expressions and deep frowns marked their faces as they convened in the grand council chamber.

“Those damn lizards dare to kill Loyd and decimate our infantry!” one Archangel spat, his fist pounding the table.

“We should set their homes on fire and burn them all!” “How dare that whore from the Moon Cult set her troops upon us!” another seethed, his eyes blazing with fury.

“The filthy lizards must have offered some sort of price for them to sell themselves,” a third sneered, contempt dripping from his words.

Archangel Michael listened as the rest of the Archangels bickered and shouted, cursing their enemies with vitriol.

He could only frown as it became clear how badly organized they were.

It wasn’t entirely their fault; the Sun Church was accustomed to receiving commands directly from the Sun Lord for anything important.

Without a leader commanding them, they fell into disarray and mayhem.

Michael had managed to stabilize his condition after the brutal confrontation with Cain, Bahamut, and Alume, but his left arm was still missing.

It was clear he was severely wounded, but he could not allow his injuries to distract him.

They were in a truly dangerous situation, and decisive action was needed.

The worst part for Michael was not the attack from the Tiamat Sect and Moon Cult but the fact that they could not establish contact with the Sun Lord.

It was as if their deity had vanished, leaving them without guidance.

Coldness, killing intent, and determination arose in Michael’s eyes as he understood they would have to rely on themselves.

He stood abruptly, his aura flaring with authority, drawing the attention of all the Archangels.

The chamber fell silent as they turned to face him.

“Enough!” Michael’s voice echoed powerfully.

“Our petty squabbling achieves nothing.

We must act with purpose and unity if we are to overcome this crisis.” The other Archangels exchanged uneasy glances but remained silent.

“Our first move should be to heal our wounded forces and recover our numbers,” Michael continued.

“We must raise new angels as soon as possible.

We have forty years to prepare for the clash-more than enough time to enhance our strength and prepare the battlefield.

Not to mention, whatever is hindering the Sun Lord’s focus should be handled well before then.” Upon receiving this sense of guidance, the Archangels were able to stop their shouting.

A newfound focus ignited in their eyes as they nodded to Michael’s words.

His plan made perfect sense.

It was true they were outnumbered, but they had the home advantage.

The moment the Sun Lord returned, he would undoubtedly show his might and help them overwhelm any obstacles in their path.

As for the fact that such a plan would mean the death of nearly all the civilians who trusted them as their guardians and saviors, none of the Archangels bothered with that for even a second.

In the minds of Michael and the others, those people were no different than pawns.

Sacrificing them was only the logical path to achieve victory.

“Begin the preparations,” Michael ordered.

“Mobilize our resources.

Accelerate the indoctrination and ascension processes.

We must bolster our ranks swiftly.” “Yes, Michael!” they responded in unison.

Seeing that there was a clear path forward, Michael and the others began to discuss the details of their plans.

They strategized on how they could inflict the most damage on the enemy while conserving their trump cards and power.

They debated tactics, fortifications, and the utilization of ancient relics stored within the Sun Castle.

While the Sun Lord would ultimately have the final word, they wanted a working plan ready for the moment the Prima Divinity’s consciousness returned to the Helix Continent.

They were taking their time since, in their minds, there would be decades before the fires of war reached the Blazing Wastes again.