The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1318

Chapter 1318: Breaking the Sun Castle Chapter 1318: Breaking the Sun Castle Despite the blast triggering the explosion of his spear beforehand, Archangel Michael was sure his attack managed to reach the dark dragon, at least wounding him.

His wings flapped vigorously in the next seconds, dispelling the waves of white flames and dark purple energy that clouded his sight.

As the smoke cleared, what he saw next shocked him to his core.

The dark dragon was indeed wounded, his right arm scorched and smoldering, yet he had managed to open the doors to the heart of the Sun Castle-the Sun Ascension Pool-something even Michael did not have the authority to access whenever he wanted.  Before Michael could make a move, the massive doors began to close.

The last thing he saw was the dark dragon giving him a cold, mocking smile as the gap narrowed.

Rage ignited within him like an inferno.

“YOU BASTARD!” Archangel Michael shouted, his voice echoing through the shattered corridors as he dashed forward.

He immediately placed his hands on the door, trying to force it open.

Although he was only allowed to enter when assisting an angel in rising in cultivation, this was not the time to blindly follow the rules.

The entire existence of the Sun Church hung in the balance.

Unfortunately for Archangel Michael, just as he was about to activate the runes that would open the door, a massive sigil appeared over it, overriding his authority and locking the Sun Ascension Pool.

Pure shock assaulted the Archangel as he could not believe what he was seeing.

There was only one person who could negate his authority.

“The Sun Lord…” The Archangel uttered those words in a state of dumbfounded disbelief, his mind trying to understand what was happening.

It did not make sense at all.

“How can a lizard have the sigil of our Lord?” he thought, confusion mingling with dread.

Just as that question crossed the mind of the Archangel, he looked up.

His eyes widened in shock and horror as two massive holes appeared in the sky as if someone had ripped open the fabric of space itself.

The first to emerge from those massive portals were none other than a colossal dark obsidian dragon, five hundred thousand meters long, and a beautiful woman covered in moonlight.

Grand Elder Bahamut and Lady Alune’s eyes were full of killing intent, their expressions resolute and merciless.

They did not hesitate for even a second as they unleashed their most powerful attacks against the city-like Sun Castle.

“Immortal Pride Wrathful World-Ending Dragon Breath!” Bahamut roared, his voice reverberating like thunder across the Blazing Wastes.

The immense dragon reared back, his obsidian scales shimmering with an otherworldly glow.

Lightning began to crackle around his massive jaws, arcs of electric energy dancing between his teeth.

Simultaneously, the gravitational power of the earth responded to his call.

The ground below rumbled and shook, rocks levitating into the air as the very forces of nature bent to his will.

With a mighty exhale, Bahamut unleashed a dragon breath that was the embodiment of destruction.

The torrent of energy was a fusion of lightning and gravitational force-a beam of incandescent light that warped the air around it.

The lightning within the breath was no ordinary electricity; it was pure, concentrated energy capable of obliterating anything in its path.

The gravitational waves compressed the beam, intensifying its power and drawing everything nearby toward its devastating trajectory.

The sky itself seemed to split as the dragon breath surged toward the Sun Castle.

Clouds evaporated, and the air ignited, creating a tunnel of superheated plasma.

The sheer force of the attack distorted space, leaving a trail of shimmering energy in its wake.

“Heaven’s Fall: Three Moon Dive!” Lady Alune’s voice rang out, clear and commanding.

Raising her elegant sword, she channeled her energy through the blade.

A luminous aura enveloped her, and with graceful movements, she traced intricate patterns in the air.

Three massive moons materialized above her, each one a spectral incarnation glowing with silvery, golden, and purple light.

The moons were colossal, their surfaces etched with ancient runes and craters that hinted at their immense age and power.

Using her sword as the conduit, Lady Alune directed the moons toward the Sun Castle.

They began to descend in a synchronized formation, their speed increasing as they fell.

Each moon carried the might of a meteor, their descent causing the air to roar and the ground to quake.  The Sun Castle, the crown jewel of the Sun Church, stood majestically with its golden spires and fortified walls.

Under normal circumstances, it could endure all types of damage, including overwhelmingly powerful attacks from Peak Void Eclipse super powerhouses like Bahamut and Alune.

The castle was protected by layers of defensive formations, magical barriers, and enchantments woven over centuries.

However, due to Cain’s actions, most of the defensive formations of the castle were turned off, and the few that were still active were far from enough to hinder such destructive might.

The collision of the attacks with the castle was cataclysmic.

Bahamut’s dragon breath struck first, impacting the central spire with unrelenting force.

The spire, once a symbol of the Sun Church’s unassailable might, disintegrated upon contact.

The lightning surged outward, arcing between towers and incinerating everything it touched.

Stone melted, metal liquefied, and the gravitational force pulled debris inward, causing entire sections of the castle to collapse in on themselves.

An instant later, Lady Alune’s three moons made contact.

The first moon slammed into the eastern wing of the castle, the impact generating a shockwave that leveled buildings and sent a wall of dust and debris sweeping across the landscape.

The ground split open, fissures radiating outward from the point of impact.

The second moon struck the western defenses, obliterating battlements and sending fragments of enchanted stone raining down like deadly meteors.

The protective barriers shattered like glass, their remnants sparkling in the air before disintegrating.

The third moon, the largest and brightest, descended upon the heart of the Sun Castle.

Its approach caused the air to vibrate, a high-pitched hum preceding the inevitable collision.

Archangel Michael watched in horror as the celestial body bore down, its luminescence casting long shadows across his stricken face.

The moon crashed into the castle with the force of an extinction-level event.

The resulting explosion was blinding, a sphere of pure energy expanding outward and consuming everything in its path.

The shockwave flattened mountains and uprooted forests in the distance.

The cumulative force of the attacks made the entire Blazing Wastes tremble.

The skies darkened as ash and debris were hurled into the atmosphere, blotting out the sun.

Thunderous booms echoed across the land, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of smoke and ozone.

At least half of the Sun Castle was utterly destroyed.

Towers that had stood for hundreds of thousands of years were reduced to rubble.

Fires raged uncontrollably, feeding on the debris and fueled by residual magic.