The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1325

Chapter 1325: The end of the Sun Church Chapter 1325: The end of the Sun Church Seeing Cain consume Archangel Michael shocked the hearts of all the angels.

Their leader and strongest warrior had fallen to the dark dragon, and with his demise, the last vestiges of hope were extinguished.

The battlefield fell into an eerie silence as the reality of their situation sank in.

The angels hovered in the sky or stood rooted to the ground, their weapons trembling in their hands.

Fear, a foreign emotion to these proud beings, began to creep into their souls.

There was no hope left for them to win this battle.

The only thing that seemed to await them if they kept fighting was a brutal death at the hands of the relentless enemies surrounding them.

“Please, spare my life!” a desperate voice broke the silence.

Those words came from none other than an Archangel, who dropped his radiant sword and bowed toward Cain’s imposing figure in the sky.

When the rest of the Archangels and angels saw this, they were stunned.

Their pride and narcissism should not have allowed the thought of surrender to ever cross their minds.

They were the divine warriors of the Sun Church, beings of pure light and righteousness-or so they believed.

Yet now, facing the abyss of death, all of them broke under the immense pressure.

“I give up!” “Spare me!” “Please, have mercy!” Begs for mercy echoed across the Blazing Wastes as angels of all ranks lowered their weapons and bowed to Cain.

Their voices were filled with desperation, their faces contorted with fear.

The once-mighty celestial army was now a scattered assembly of frightened individuals, each clinging to the hope that their lives might be spared.

The dragons and Saintesses ceased their onslaught, hovering in place as they watched the scene unfold.

Their eyes turned toward the figure of the demonic dark dragon in the sky, waiting for his response.

Even Bahamut and Lady Alune were no exception.

Cain’s battle prowess seemed to have touched upon the boundary of the Peak Void Eclipse, and his potential was still surging.

It was only a matter of time before he became the foremost entity in the Helix Continent.

Cain surveyed the battlefield, his golden eyes reflecting a meaningful light as he heard the pleas of the angels.

He understood they were behaving so emotionally due to the last power-up they had gained through the Sun Lord’s Divine Recalling.

Absorbing the souls of other beings to gain power carried all sorts of problems, and the corrupting of their will was one of them.

Even Cain had to be cautious with such methods despite his gifts and abilities.

These angels had taken in billions of souls in mere seconds without any form of preparation.

That was also one of the reasons Cain had been able to defeat Michael.

The Archangel’s control over his emotions and actions had been flawed, which was deadly when facing someone who could use The Flow.

The immense influx of foreign souls had destabilized Michael’s mind, making him erratic and predictable.

Of course, there was no way he would feel pity for them after they had sacrificed trillions of men, women, and children.

Not to mention that each of the angels now contained a fragment of the spirit of the Sun Lord, which could carry all sorts of troubles in the future.

The air grew tense as everyone awaited Cain’s decision.

The dragons and saintesses stood ready, their weapons at hand but lowered.

The angels remained bowed, their wings drooping, eyes cast downward.

Cain’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.

“Kill them all!” His words were delivered with cold finality, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation.

Not even a second after those words left his mouth, Cain’s energy exploded.

His four lightning wings unfurled with a burst of power, and he dove from the sky like a dark comet.

His target was the Archangel, who had first begged for mercy.

With a thunderous impact, he crashed into the Archangel, driving him to the ground and generating a massive explosion that shook the very foundations of the Blazing Wastes.

“Kill!” Grand Elder Bahamut roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

He lunged toward another Archangel, his massive form moving with surprising speed.  “Leave no one alive!” Lady Alune commanded, her eyes piercing cold.

She raised her sword, conjuring a roc of sword energy that soared toward a cluster of angels.

The ethereal bird screeched as it descended, its form shimmering with lethal intent.

Immediately, the forces of the Tiamat Sect and the Moon Cult resumed their attack.

The battlefield descended into absolute carnage as the angels from the Sun Church lost any semblance of fighting will.

Panic spread among their ranks like wildfire.

Some tried to defend themselves, raising their shields and summoning what little magic they had left.

Others turned to flee, their wings beating frantically as they sought escape.

“BOOOM!” “BOOOM!” “BOOOM!” Explosion after explosion echoed from inside the crater Cain had formed by tackling the Archangel.

The ground quaked with each detonation, fissures spiderwebbing out from the epicenter.

Flames and smoke billowed upward, obscuring the sky.

But the explosions from the crater did not last long.

Five seconds later, the tumult ceased.

Before anyone could begin to wonder what had happened, the dark dragon rose into the sky once more.  Cain’s eyes locked onto a group of Dark Seed Legend angels attempting to regroup.

Without hesitation, he opened his mouth.

The angels barely had time to react before a vortex of dark energy engulfed them and pulled inexorably toward Cain.

They screamed in terror as they were swallowed alive and sent into his unique stomach, where waves of dark red flames would assimilate them.

There was more than enough strength in Cain’s body, even after his Doomsday Incarnation had been turned off.

He could easily clash with the remaining Archangels, but his goal was to search for Legendary Innate Abilities.

He had obtained many recently, but even those from Michael and Loyd, despite their immense power, were not truly useful for him or his battle style.  Not a second after devouring that group, Cain dashed toward another pack of Dark Seed Legends.

He moved like a shadow, immense and unstoppable.

The angels tried to mount a defense, but their efforts were futile.

Cain neutralized them with overwhelming power, sending them into his stomach to meet the same fate as the others.

The battlefield was truly a massacre.

More and more Legendary angels perished by the minute.

Their radiant forms dimmed and were snuffed out, one after another.

The dragons and saintesses continued their relentless advance, As the day wore on, the sun began its descent toward the horizon.

Finally, the sounds of explosions and cries of agony ceased with the death of the last angel.

The dragons and saintesses hovered in the air or stood on the ground, all exhausted from the fierce combat.

Their breaths came heavy, and their bodies bore the marks of battle-scorched scales, torn garments, wounds that still seeped blood.

Yet their faces showed cold smiles.

They had managed to erase one of the great powers of the Helix Continent that had existed for hundreds of thousands of years in a war that lasted less than a week.

The sun was setting down and night was rising-a perfect symbol for the end of the Sun Church.