The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1337

Chapter 1337: Eternal Ascendant Network Protocol Chapter 1337: Eternal Ascendant Network Protocol Just as he had done with Meylin, it took Cain nearly six hours to complete the intricate process of branding the Mark of Abbadon onto the soul of the Immortal Dragon, Bahamut.

Cain’s focus was absolute, his eyes glowing with otherworldly light as he channeled immense streams of soul force, life force, and a staggering amount of energy into Bahamut.

Finally, the process reached its climax.

A fully forged Mark of Abbadon manifested on Bahamut’s forehead-a demonic eye tattoo that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.

The intricate lines and symbols of the mark glowed faintly, emitting a dark aura that resonated with devouring power.

Bahamut’s eyes widened as he felt the overwhelming devouring forces coursing through his soul and body.  “Amazing!” the Immortal Dragon exclaimed, his deep voice echoing throughout the hall.

He clenched his fists, feeling the newfound power surging within him.

The Mark of Abbadon felt truly wondrous, and he sensed it would bring him great benefits in the future.

As the rest of the dragons and the saintesses of the Moon Cult observed the demonic eye tattoo on Bahamut’s forehead and felt his aura growing stronger, their desire to attain the mark intensified.  Cain allowed himself a satisfied smile as he saw the Mark of Abbadon working flawlessly, even in someone at the Peak Void Eclipse Rank.

The process had been taxing, but the results were undeniable.

With a nod to himself, he adopted a meditation position inside the pool, the white flaming liquid lapping gently around him.

“One hour,” was the only thing the dark dragon said, his voice calm but firm.

Everyone understood that this was the time he would need to recover before the next branding.  The hall fell into a respectful silence as Cain closed his eyes, entering a deep meditative state.  Exactly one hour later, Cain opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and clear.

His energy had been restored, and he was ready to continue.

He glanced at the leader of the Moon Cult.

“Lady Alune,” he called, his voice echoing slightly in the vast chamber.

The Sacred Saintess met his gaze with a calm smile.

Her silver robes flowed as she walked toward the border of the pool.

Gracefully, she adopted a meditative position, sitting cross-legged, and lowered her soul defenses, closing her eyes in preparation.

Cain’s eyes narrowed as he observed the composure with which Lady Alune approached the process.

There was no hesitation or fear in her demeanor.

By lowering her soul defenses, she was leaving herself vulnerable.

It would be easy for him to crush her soul, given her state.

The dark dragon couldn’t help but wonder if Lady Alune had used the powers of the Moon Cult to predict how this would go.

‘Smart or foolish?’ That thought crossed Cain’s mind, but he simply shook his head and carried on with the branding.

Regardless of her reasons, the process needed to continue.

Stepping forward, Cain placed his index finger gently on Lady Alune’s forehead.

His eyes glowed with intense energy as he began channeling his soul force, life force, and a staggering amount of energy into her.  Lady Alune felt a searing pain as the Mark of Abbadon appeared on her forehead.

Yet, she remained serene, her mind steady and focused.  After another six hours, the demonic eye tattoo appeared on Lady Alune’s forehead, identical to the one on Bahamut’s.

The Mark pulsed softly, resonating with the energies of the Moon Cult and her own formidable power.

Cain observed the thrill and excitement on the face of the Sacred Saintess as she opened her eyes.

At the same time, his Eye of Gluttony glowed with a hidden and mysterious light that allowed the dark dragon to feel and see everything the woman did.

He was not fond of anything that had to do with prophecies, and people who blindly followed them were extremely dangerous.

They could change alliances based on a flash of a possible future that might never happen, which was why he intended to keep a tight rein over the Moon Cult.

“Return to your group,” Cain said, his tone neutral.

Lady Alune nodded gracefully.

“Thank you,” she said softly before rising and rejoining the other saintesses.

Cain sat back down, closing his eyes once more to rest.

He signaled for an hour’s pause before the next branding.

The cycles of intense focus and brief respite were taking their toll, but he was determined to see the process through.

For the next two days, Cain focused solely on generating the Mark of Abbadon for the remaining dragons and saintesses.

Each session was an intense ordeal, requiring immense concentration and energy.  When all was over, all ten powerhouses of the Tiamat Sect and Moon Cult bore the Mark of Abbadon.

The demonic eye tattoo was engraved on their foreheads, and they exuded a devouring force that seemed capable of swallowing space-time itself.  A wide smile appeared on Cain’s face as he surveyed the group.

He could feel his soul connected to each of them at a superb level.

The Eternal Ascendant Network was now fully established, linking the dark dragon to all of them.

However, at the same time, Cain felt a sense of heaviness in his soul.

The strain of creating and maintaining the Marks was not insignificant.

‘As expected, there is a limit to the Marks of Abbadon I can offer,’ Cain thought to himself.

‘Each demands a toll on my spirit, especially in figures whose soul force reaches the Void Eclipse Rank.

The stronger I grow, the more I should be able to endure, but for now, I guess thirteen should be my limit.’ A meaningful light appeared in Cain’s eyes as he analyzed the Marks and their toll.

There were currently eleven Marks of Abbadon in place-the ten present and one for Lord Zero.

The dark dragon felt no desire to push his soul to the breaking point, so he decided not to brand more people for the time being.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Cain took a deep breath.

The critical moment had arrived to fully activate the Eternal Ascendant Network.

He concentrated, and his form began to shift.

Through his Tenfold Manifestation ability, he split into ten dark dragons.

Each avatar adopted a meditative position, floating slightly above the ground around the pool.

“Super Computer Assistant,” Cain commanded mentally.

“Start the Eternal Ascendant Network Protocol.” [Beep!

Task assigned.

Beginning Eternal Ascendant Network Protocol.] The next second, the power of his Peak Void Eclipse Legendary Ability took control of the liquid fire circulation within the Sun Ascension Pool.

Each avatar’s energy pool expanded exponentially, holding an infinite amount of energy.

Simultaneously, the Eye of Gluttony in each avatar glowed brightly, resonating with the Marks of Abbadon on the dragons and saintesses.

A profound silence fell over the hall but did not last long.

“BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!” Ten bursts of energy echoed across the Sun Ascension Pool Hall as the energy pools of Bahamut, Lady Alune, Meylin, and the rest of the dragons and saintesses burst open, an infinite amount of energy coursing through their black holes and bodies!

The sheer magnitude of power being unleashed was staggering.

The Sun Ascension Pool Hall trembled under the force, but the place was designed to endure such phenomena.

The walls and structures held firm, absorbing and dispersing the energy waves.  “Success!” Cain exclaimed, his voice filled with exhilaration.

He barely registered the rumbling of the hall as he was too thrilled to see how everything was progressing.

The Super Computer Assistant Legendary Innate Ability executed the entire process flawlessly, without the need for him to do anything but act as the conduit.

It was crucial for the dark dragon that the process could be automated, as the time for his True Name and ego to leave the Crimson World was approaching.