The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1324

Chapter 1324: The end of the war Chapter 1324: The end of the war Silence reigned on the Void Eclipse battlefield as all eyes turned to the gory scene unfolding before them.

Broad smiles appeared on the faces of Bahamut and Lady Alune as they recognized the gleaming sword piercing through the Archangel’s chest, knowing exactly to whom it belonged.

The blade had struck true, severing his heart, and the Archangel could not help but tremble.

Using what little strength he had left, he turned his head to see who had dealt the fatal blow.

He saw the starry eyes of a young woman covered in golden runes, and his shock only grew stronger.

The man had seen this woman fighting another Archangel less than a second ago.

How had she managed to sneak up on him?

He had made sure to seal space, preventing any form of teleportation or spatial manipulation.

Yet here she was, defying his expectations and shattering his defenses.

What the Archangel did not understand was that he was dealing with a Prima Depravita-a being capable of taking control of and interacting with negative emotions to such an advanced degree that they could use the very malice of their enemies as a conduit.  They performed what was known as Negative Teleportation, using the opponent’s negative emotion as a portal to move through space.

Of course, Meylin would not share the secrets of her race’s power.

The only thing the Archangel received from her were cold, unfeeling eyes as her body transformed into a dark fog that flowed into his body through the cut in his chest.

The Archangel’s eyes widened, pure and absolute horror appearing in them.

“Help me!” Even though his heart was sundered, he managed to gather the strength to release that desperate shout.

But no one could save him now.

The dark fog invaded his soul dimension, beginning to ravage and consume his black hole and soul force.

The Void Eclipse battlefield froze as everyone focused on the macabre spectacle.

Time seemed to slow as the Archangel’s form convulsed, the dark fog twisting and turning within him.

Then, in a gruesome finale, his body exploded from the inside out, fragments scattering across the sky.

The remnants of the dark fog coalesced, reforming into Meylin’s figure, her expression unchanging.

A meaningful light appeared in the eyes of the Void Eclipse powerhouses from the Tiamat Sect and Moon Cult as they witnessed the display of power and abilities from the young woman.

She might not be equal to the dark dragon, but she was not far behind.

Her talent and strength were enough to draw respect, awe, and even a hint of fear from all those watching.  “Kill the pigeons!” The silence did not last long as Bahamut’s thunderous voice shattered the stillness.

His massive tail swung to the side with overwhelming momentum and power, striking an Archangel who was too slow to react.

The unfortunate angel was sent blasting into the ground, bones breaking under the sheer force of the impact.

The Immortal Dragons and Sacred Saintesses’ eyes glowed with killing intent and brutality as they heard the words of the dark obsidian dragon.

With renewed vigor, they attacked with pure ferocity toward the angels, like a pack of hungry wolves laying waste to a flock of sheep.  The angels were using everything they had to stay afloat, burning their life force just to gain an extra edge on the battlefield that might keep them alive a moment longer.

None of them had the power to turn the tables; the only thing they could do was buy time in the vain hope that Archangel Michael could come to their aid.

Unfortunately for the Archangels, their wishes were bound to remain unfulfilled.

In the next moment, they witnessed a sight that crushed any lingering hope.

The demonic dragon landed a massive blow to Michael’s chest, the impact resounding like a thunderclap.

The Archangel was sent hurtling into the air, but Cain did not stop there.

He continued striking, each blow sending Michael higher and higher into the sky.  Finally, as they reached the upper limits of the atmosphere, Cain’s energy exploded.

He grabbed Michael by the neck, his grip unyielding.

Arcs of fire and lightning coursed through Cain’s body as the power of the Oniric Truths of Wrath and Gluttony exploded within him.

The five Doomsday Stars on his body glowed brilliantly, each charging him with immense power.

His aura became a tempest of dark purple energy, swirling violently around them.

“Tiamat Apocalypse Dragon Breath!” Cain’s voice boomed across the heavens, echoing in the ears of every warrior below.

A vortex began to form around Cain, sucking all the energy from the sky.

The very clouds were drawn into the maelstrom, spiraling into the void surrounding him.

His body swelled with the accumulated power, scales shimmering with an otherworldly light.

As the vortex reached its peak, Cain opened his mouth, and from the depths of his being, he unleashed a cannon of dark purple, concentrated Neo-Demon Aura.

The beam was enhanced by the powers of the Oniric Truths of Destruction and Reaper’s Touch, making it a force of annihilation.

Archangel Michael was simply too wounded to respond to the attack.

The attack landed point-blank on his body the next instant, engulfing him entirely.

The sky above the Blazing Wastes trembled violently.

Dark lightning and flames expanded in all directions, forming a colossal sphere of destructive energy that swallowed everything in its radius.

The shockwave rippled across the battlefield, causing dragons, saintesses, and angels to brace themselves against the sheer force.

All eyes turned to the sky as they witnessed the cataclysmic attack.

Dragons paused mid-flight, Saintesses halted their spells, and angels froze in fear.

When the flames and lightning waves finally dissipated, what they saw sent a chill down their spines.

Standing in the sky was the demonic dragon.

In his right hand, he held the mangled body of Archangel Michael.

The once-proud leader of the Sun Church was now a broken shell, his radiant armor shattered, and his divine light extinguished.

Cain’s eyes were cold and unfeeling as he gazed over the battlefield, his presence imposing and absolute.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, Cain opened his mouth.

Without a word, he swallowed the entire body of Michael, consuming him utterly.