The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1320

Chapter 1320: Sun Lord?

Chapter 1320: Sun Lord?

“BOOM!” “BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!” “BOOM!” Explosions that made the sky tremble and shattered the earth echoed across the Blazing Wastes.

The entire landscape had transformed into a battlefield, destruction rampant in all directions.

The once-majestic terrain was now a chaotic expanse of craters, scorched earth, and swirling clouds of dust and debris.

Mountains crumbled, and valleys filled with the remnants of shattered weapons and fallen warriors.

The fight between thousands of Legends, led by Peak Void Eclipse super powerhouses, had turned the area into a death field where nothing beneath Level 21 could survive.

The very air was thick with lethal energy, and space itself seemed to warp under the immense pressure of the clashing forces.

Flashes of light and bursts of elemental power illuminated the sky, casting eerie shadows over the desolate ground below.

Of course, this was not a problem for the dragons and saintesses.

Michael’s “Sun Lord’s Divine Recalling” had already killed every single person in the Blazing Wastes who was not an angel, so they had no reason to restrain their might.  In a colossal struggle, thousands of dragons and saintesses clashed with thousands of angels.

The dragons and saintesses outnumbered the angels nearly two to one, but the angels were charging with an overwhelming amount of energy and power, their eyes gleaming with a fervent, almost maddening zeal.

Angels wielded weapons forged from pure white flames-spears and swords that blazed with holy fire.

They darted through the air with incredible speed, leaving trails of light in their wake.  Opposing them, the dragons soared majestically, their massive forms blocking out the sun.

Scales of every hue reflected the chaotic light of the battlefield.

They used their powerful bodies as weapons-their claws sharp enough to rend steel, their tails capable of smashing through the strongest defenses.

From their jaws erupted dragon breath of various elements: searing flames, crackling lightning, icy blasts, and corrosive acid, each attack devastating in its own right.

The saintesses moved with unparalleled grace.

They wielded swords that glowed with mystical light, arcs of energy slicing through the ranks of angels.

Some commanded flying swords, striking with precision and speed.

In one corner of the sky, a squadron of angels charged toward a group of dragons.

The angels hurled spears of flaming light, piercing through scales and wings.

A crimson dragon roared in pain but retaliated with a torrent of fire that engulfed several angels, their forms dissolving into ashes.

Nearby, a saintess spun elegantly amidst a swarm of angels, her sword weaving patterns of light that deflected incoming attacks.

With a swift motion, she directed her flying swords to encircle her foes, the blades converging in a deadly spiral that cut them down.

The remnants of the Blazing Wastes shook with the impact of fallen combatants.

Explosions sent shockwaves rippling across the terrain, creating fissures that swallowed debris and unfortunate fighters alike.  Amidst this epic clash, the greatest battle of all was happening high above, in the highest reaches of the sky.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” An overwhelming explosion echoed as a spear of white flames clashed with a torrent of lightning charged with gravitational powers.

The two immense energies collided, creating a blinding flash that momentarily outshone the sun.

For a moment, the forces were evenly matched, but then the spear began to overpower the dragon’s breath, pushing it back inch by inch before blasting forward in a relentless torrent of flames.

Bahamut clenched his teeth as he witnessed his strongest attack being overcome.

Even his formidable power could not equal that of Michael, who now wielded strength amplified by the souls of billions.

As the torrent of white flames surged toward him, Bahamut crossed his massive wings in front of his body, forming a protective barrier.

The flames engulfed him, and he could feel the searing heat penetrating even his tough scales.

Michael’s wild and crazed smile grew wider as he saw Bahamut’s figure consumed by the flames.

The Archangel’s eyes gleamed with malevolent delight.

“Is this all the mighty Bahamut can muster?” he taunted, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

Before Michael could continue his onslaught, a massive arc of golden light flashed toward him from his flank.

Acting on instinct, he waved his hand, generating a blast of flames that forged a radiant shield.

However, the incoming attack carried a power that seemed to pierce through any defense, always striving forward regardless of the obstacles in its path.

Michael’s eyes widened as the arc of golden light sundered his flaming shield.

He moved swiftly to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack as it sliced through the space where he had just been.

Turning his gaze, he saw a young woman with starry eyes, her face resolute as she prepared another strike.

Michael’s mind raced as he tried to adapt to the strange and potent power she wielded.

But the Archangel had no time to ponder.

From above, a massive creature resembling a wolf, composed entirely of sword energy, lunged toward him.

Its ethereal jaws were wide open, ready to crush him with its luminous teeth.

“Hmph!” Michael sneered at the sight.

A radiant sword of light materialized in his hand, and with a swift motion, he slashed to the side, striking the sword formation directly.

The wolf construct shattered into countless shards of energy, dispersing like glittering dust.

Lady Alune’s eyes narrowed as she observed Michael’s effortless counter.

Her centuries of battle experience kicked in, and without missing a beat, she extended her hand.

The dispersed sword energy halted in mid-air, responding to her will.

With a fluid motion, she reassembled the fragments, reforging them into a massive eagle that spread its wings wide.

Letting out a silent screech, the eagle dove toward the Archangel with incredible speed.

Simultaneously, Bahamut broke free from the waves of white fire.

Smoke and steam rose from his scorched wings, but his eyes burned with determination.

With a powerful flap, he propelled himself toward Michael from the opposite side, his colossal jaws opening to unleash another devastating attack.

Meylin seized the opportunity, unleashing a barrage of golden arcs that arced through the air like celestial blades.

Each arc seemed to defy physics, curving and adjusting their trajectories to home in on Michael, making them nearly impossible to evade.

Caught between attacks from all sides, Michael’s expression hardened.

He darted through the air with uncanny agility, dodging Bahamut’s snapping jaws and weaving between Meylin’s relentless arcs.

His movements were a blur, but the trio pressed on, their coordination impeccable.

Lady Alune’s eagle construct was upon him, its talons outstretched.

Feeling the pressure of the trio’s attack, Michael’s energy surged, a blinding aura of white flames erupting around him.

“Enough!” he roared.

In an explosive burst, he released a repulsive wave of white flames that expanded outward in all directions.

The force was immense, like a supernova detonating in the sky.

Bahamut, Meylin, and Lady Alune were caught in the blast, the sheer power overwhelming their defenses.

They were sent hurtling backward, tumbling through the air like fallen leaves in a storm.

Despite the violent impact, they managed to regain control over their bodies quickly.

However, burning wounds marred their forms, the insidious energy from Michael’s attack lingering and hindering their healing abilities.

Michael’s smile grew wider and more frenzied as he gazed upon the trio.

His eyes glinted with a dangerous light, and he seemed ready to butcher all of them.

“You cannot hope to defeat me!” he declared, his voice dripping with arrogance.

“I have transcended beyond your reach!” Before they could respond, a colossal explosion erupted from the center of the broken Sun Castle below.

A radiant white sun emerged from the ruins, ascending rapidly into the sky.

Confusion spread across everyone’s faces.

They believed all the angels were already engaged in the battle, so the emergence of this new, formidable aura was unexpected.

The dragons and Saintesses paused momentarily, uncertainty flickering in their eyes.

Michael was just as surprised as the rest, but as he observed the white sun drawing closer, a strange and childlike smile appeared.

“Sun Lord.”