The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1339

Chapter 1339: Goodbye Crimson World Chapter 1339: Goodbye Crimson World The words “Scarlet Crusade” were still echoing in the minds of all present when they witnessed the unimaginable.

The ground beneath the Forgotten Lands began to tremble-a subtle vibration at first, growing steadily into a profound quake reverberating across the Helix Continent.  Usually, any foreign form of life that made contact with the poisonous chasm of the Forgotten Lands would be eroded until there was nothing left but putrefied remnants.

The toxic miasma that permeated the area was potent enough to melt the scales of an Immortal Dragon.

Yet, the poison did nothing to the Dark Root.

The moment the Dark Root touched the tainted soil, a cataclysmic effect took place across the Helix Continent.

A shockwave of dark energy pulsed outward, and the earth itself seemed to recoil before yielding to the power of the seed.

The sky above darkened as swirling clouds gathered, and flashes of lightning danced across the heavens.

From the depths of the chasm, a demonic and majestic tree began to grow.

Its ascent was terrifying and awe-inspiring.

The trunk was deep obsidian, veins of pulsating red light coursing through it like molten lava.

As it surged upward, colossal roots burst forth from the ground, cracking the earth and shattering the landscape.

Mountains trembled and crumbled, their ancient stone reduced to dust under the sheer force of the expanding roots.

The poisonous gases and toxic fumes that once choked the air were drawn toward the Dark Tree, swirling around it in a vortex of corruption.

The toxins, potent enough to warp space itself, were absorbed by the tree, and their malevolent essence was consumed and transformed into raw energy.

The very fabric of space seemed to ripple as the Dark Tree assimilated the poisons, its branches stretching out like the grasping hands of a titan.

Leaves of darkest ebony unfurled, each the size of a dragon’s wing, shimmering with an eerie luminescence.

The canopy spread wide, blotting out the sun and casting the land below into shadow.

The tree’s presence was overwhelming, a monumental structure that dwarfed everything in sight.

It stood as a colossus, its height piercing the clouds and beyond, while its roots continued to snake through the earth, extending for hundreds of thousands of kilometers and consuming the entirety of the Forgotten Lands.

The dragons and saintesses watched in shock and awe.

Even the stoic faces of the Immortal Dragons betrayed a hint of disbelief.

Bahamut, the largest among them, craned his neck to take in the full height of the Dark Tree.

“It is…

beyond anything I have ever seen,” whispered Lady Alune, her voice barely audible over the rumbling earth.

“It consumes everything,” murmured Grand Elder Kryos, his usually composed demeanor shaken.

“The poisons, the land itself-nothing escapes it.” In mere minutes, the Dark Root had grown into a Dark Tree that was simply gargantuan, dwarfing the bodies of even the massive Immortal Dragons like Bahamut.

The thriving roots showed no signs of stopping, continuing to expand and entangle, suggesting that the Dark Tree still had a long way to grow.

Immediately, the dragons and saintesses felt a massive drain on the energy in the surroundings.

The essence of the Helix Continent-the very life force of the land-was being drawn into the massive Dark Tree.

Rivers slowed as their waters were absorbed, winds calmed as the air itself fed the tree’s growth, and the glow of elemental energies that permeated the continent dimmed noticeably.

No one really cared that the Dark Tree laid waste to the entire Forgotten Lands, as it was a place that no one used-a wasteland of poison and desolation.

But a drain on the energy of the Helix Continent was not something the dragons and saintesses felt pleased with.  Even though they had been told this would happen, harming their own home was a heavy burden to accept.

Doubt began to creep into their hearts, turmoil reflected in their eyes.

Sensing the growing unrest, the Marks of Abbadon on the foreheads of Meylin, Bahamut, and the others glowed with a scarlet light.

A unified determination flashed through their eyes as they spoke in unison, their voices amplified by a power that commanded attention.

“The Scarlet Crusade is not hypocritical,” they declared.

“If we are going to plant these seeds in other continents, we are willing to do the same with our home.

We are looking to the future and willing to accept the burdens such a mission requires.” A meaningful light appeared in the eyes of all those who heard those words.

The sincerity and conviction behind the statement resonated deeply.

Their reluctance to the effects of the Dark Tree began to vanish as they gazed into the bigger picture.

They realized that the temporary sacrifice was necessary for the greater good-for the unification and rejuvenation of the entire Crimson World’s First Realm.

The scarlet light in the eyes of Meylin and the others faded, replaced by warm smiles as they saw the resolution and dedication returning to the faces of the dragons and saintesses.

Morale was vital for any army, regardless of its size and power, and it was clear that their display had washed away all doubts, leaving only focus and purpose behind.

Meylin stepped forward, her presence commanding yet reassuring.

With a graceful motion, she waved her hand, releasing a small black box into the air.

The box hovered momentarily before transforming into a massive dark cube the size of a city.

Its surfaces were smooth and reflective, absorbing the light around it, and intricate runes began to glow along its edges.

“Enter the Scarlet King Castle, and let us march to the new lands!” Meylin shouted, her voice filled with authority and inspiration.

She raised her fist high, the Mark of Abbadon gleaming on her forehead.

“For the Scarlet Crusade!” “For the Scarlet Crusade!!!” the dragons and saintesses echoed, their voices booming like thunder across the transformed landscape.

The collective shout sent a surge of energy through the air.

Without hesitation, they began to dive into the massive black cube, their figures vanishing inside as if swallowed by the darkness.

The interior was vast beyond comprehension, an otherworldly space capable of accommodating their numbers with ease.

Meylin watched as the last of them entered, her eyes scanning the horizon one final time.

She took a deep breath, her gaze distant yet determined.

With a final nod, she stepped into the cube.

The entrance was sealed behind her, and the massive structure began to hum with power.

In the next second, the Scarlet King Castle glowed with an intense light before flashing into the distance at a speed that surpassed light itself.

It shot across the sky, vanishing beyond the horizon toward the unknown continents that awaited their arrival.

— A wide smile appeared on all ten dark dragons in the Sun Ascension Pool.

Cain was pleased to see that the entire display and rallying cry before the war had been a success.

The Scarlet Crusade’s formation, the Dark Root’s planting, and the unity among their forces had all unfolded according to plan.

As for the name “Scarlet Crusade,” which made him a figurehead for the incoming war, that was a decision all believed would have the greatest impact.

It added a layer of mysticism and intrigue against the enemies they would surely face.

He knew that adversaries would attempt to target the leader, and by becoming a symbol rather than a physical presence, he could protect the others.

Cain did not really care about the fact that they used his name, as his time in the Crimson World was finally coming to an end.

Although he did not have an exact timeline, he could feel in his instincts that Aether would soon reach the Nine Empyrean Universe, and it was time for him to return.

Everything was already in place in the Crimson World, and there was no danger for him as it was nearly impossible to forcefully enter the Sun Ascension Pool Hall without his permission.

He looked around, his gaze piercing beyond the walls of the hall.

It seemed as if he could gaze upon the entirety of the Helix Continent.

A wide smile appeared on his face.

Cain had experienced so much during his journey through this dream world and had grown to heights that even his original body did not attain.

But it was finally time to return.

“Goodbye Crimson World, I hope I can return soon.” Those were the last words Cain uttered before he took a deep breath and allowed his ego and willpower to dissipate from this realm.

The next second, his True Name faded, leaving nothing but an empty shell that acted as a conduit for infinite energy into the generals heading to a new continent.

— End of Book 13 – The heir of the Abyss