The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1319

Chapter 1319: The final war for the Helix Continent Chapter 1319: The final war for the Helix Continent With a mighty sweep of his wings, Archangel Michael generated a massive gust of wind that surged outward, dispersing the raging flames that had engulfed the battlefield.

The force was so intense that debris from the recent attacks hurtled away in all directions.

Rubble and dust filled the air, but Michael’s sharp gaze pierced through the chaos.

His eyes narrowed as he extended his perception across the smoldering ruins of Sun Castle.

The devastation was immense.

Around a third of the angels inside the city had perished due to the combined assault from Bahamut and Lady Alune.

However, there was no time for sorrow, grief, or even rage.

As Michael looked to the sky, his heart sank further.

Thousands of dragons and saintesses emerged from portals that dotted the heavens-the full force of the Tiamat Sect and Moon Cult was descending upon the Blazing Wastes.

Michael’s eyes were filled with confusion and anxiousness as he found himself in an impossible situation.

The enemy had already broken their stronghold and carved a path deep into their domain.

Once a bastion of the Sun Church’s power, the Blazing Wastes was now a battlefield swarming with foes.

A confrontation was inevitable, one that they could not hope to win under normal circumstances.

Yet, despite the overwhelming odds, the Archangel’s killing intent and fighting will did not take long to ignite.

A cold, cruel, and evil light appeared in his eyes, and his aura surged.

Drawing upon every ounce of his power, he shouted with all his might, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

“Sun Lord’s Divine Recalling!” High above, Meylin’s eyes widened in alarm as Michael’s words reached her ears.

“No…

it can’t be!” she gasped.

She recognized the spell-the same one Helios had used to summon the soul force of angels within the Primeval World.  A massive wave of white, ethereal flames erupted from Michael, radiating outward like a tidal wave.

The spectral fire swept across the Blazing Wastes, igniting the very air with its unearthly glow.

In mere moments, bursts of white flames appeared all around the scorched landscape, flaring up like ghostly beacons.

Bahamut, Lady Alune, and Meylin watched in horror as their heightened senses revealed the true nature of the flames.

Trillions of citizens who inhabited the Blazing Wastes-men, women, the elderly, and children alike-were all igniting into white flames.

Their bodies and souls morphed into fire, fueling the inferno that surged toward the shattered Sun Castle.  A profound sense of disgust, hatred, and loathing welled up within the trio as they bore witness to the atrocity unfolding before them.

The evil practices of the Sun Church were laid bare in the most horrific way imaginable.

Despite their efforts to prevent such a tragedy, they realized that these people had been condemned the moment they began worshipping the Sun Lord.  The white flames swirled and coalesced into streams of energy that surged toward the broken Sun Castle.

Like rivers of spectral fire, they flowed into the citadel, engulfing every angel within.

The angels absorbed the flames, their bodies and souls charged with an overwhelming influx of power-pushed to the very brink of what they could endure without bursting apart.

Though the sequence of events seemed to unfold in slow motion, in reality, it happened in the blink of an eye.

From the instant Michael uttered the incantation to the moment the flames infused the angels, less than a second had passed.

The dragons and saintesses hovering in the sky could only watch helplessly, unable to intervene in time.

Bahamut, though filled with fury, maintained his composure.

His eyes were as cold as he turned to address the dragons assembled behind him.

His voice resonated with authority and resolve.

“Hear my words,” he commanded.

“The Sun Church is a disease that cannot be allowed to persist.

They will consume and corrupt everything in their path.

Use everything you have now as we fight not just for revenge but so no one else falls into their claws.” The dragons responded with a unified roar that shook the heavens.

Their eyes blazed with fierce determination and an unwavering sense of honor.

They steeled themselves for the battle ahead, ready to expend every last drop of their energy to annihilate the angels and put an end to the Sun Church.

Lady Alune turned to the Saintesses who stood by her side.

She could feel the seething hatred and killing intent emanating from them-a collective desire for justice.

Raising her gleaming sword, she pointed it toward the shattered remains of the Sun Castle.

“Let’s carve a path to a radiant new future.

Let us end this darkness once and for all!” Meylin and the Saintesses of the Moon Cult tightened their grips on their swords, the cold steel reflecting the determination in their eyes.

A palpable murderous aura emanated from them, chilling the very air around them.

The sky seemed to respond, growing dark and cold as if mirroring the intensity of their resolve.

Archangel Michael sensed the dragons’ overwhelming killing intent and the saintesses’ murderous aura, but he paid them no heed.

The intoxicating surge of power coursing through his body and soul overshadowed all else.

The souls of billions now fueled him, their essence melding with his own and elevating his strength to unfathomable heights.

He felt invincible, a god among mortals.

The other angels mirrored Michael’s transformation.

Their faces twisted into wild, euphoric expressions as the influx of souls surged through them.

The overwhelming power and ecstasy made them appear as savage beasts.

Their eyes glowed with an unsettling light as they fixed their gaze upon the dragons and saintesses, hunger and malice evident in their stares.

“Kill the lizards and enslave the whores!” Michael bellowed, his voice amplified by the immense power within him.

A burst of blinding white flames erupted from his body, enveloping him in a corona of destructive energy.

With a mighty leap, he soared into the sky, the sheer force of his ascent tearing through the very fabric of space.  Bahamut, Alune, and Meylin unleashed their immense energies without hesitation.

Together, they surged forward to meet the Archangel head-on, their combined might aimed at bringing him down.

Below, the angels on the ground were swept up in Michael’s fervor.

Empowered by the consumed souls, they rose into the air en masse.

Their faces contorted with savage delight.

They resembled a swarm of avenging spirits, their white flames leaving trails of light in the sky.

At the same time, the dragons and saintesses dived from the heavens, their collective might bearing down upon the Sun Church’s forces.  The two armies hurtled toward each other, the air between them charged with lethal intent.

The ground below trembled from the sheer magnitude of power converging in one place.

The final, decisive battle to determine the fate of the Helix Continent was about to commence.