The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1344

Chapter 1344: The Return of the King (IV) Chapter 1344: The Return of the King (IV) The harmonization of the Alter-Ego and the True Name auras grew more and more powerful.

Under the gaze of the Thirteen Stars of Doomsday, Shura, Astrid, Rylanor, Magnus, and everyone else, the ominous words flashed toward the demonic snake, fusing into its head.

“ROOOOAAAAARRRRR!” Leviathan roared as waves of radiant light erupted from its colossal form.

A massive soul force began to course through its being, igniting every scale and sinew with overwhelming power.

The atmosphere crackled with energy, and the sky above Aether transformed into a swirling tapestry of colors-auroras of crimson, azure, and gold spiraled outward from the epicenter of Leviathan’s transformation.

The power of the True Name began to flawlessly merge with the solidified psychic energy that had forged the Alter-Ego.

All eyes were fixed upon the heavens as the massive demonic snake began to grow.

In mere moments, it surpassed one hundred thousand meters in length, its body stretching across the sky like a dark celestial river.

Soon, it reached one hundred and fifty thousand meters, its presence dominating the horizon.

As Leviathan expanded, its old scales shattered, falling away like shards of obsidian glass.

In their place, new scales emerged, far more durable and powerful.  The runic formations that covered its frame began to evolve, the ancient symbols reconfiguring into more complex and potent designs.

They glowed with an intense light, evoking a sense of devouring might and destructive power.  The Thirteen Stars of Doomsday gazed at the Alter-Ego with confusion and awe.

They had no idea what was happening.

They only knew that those ominous words, which carried the aura of the Depravita Race, had fused with the Scarlet King’s Alter-Ego, causing it to change-growing so powerful that it made the world around them tremble.

As Leviathan reached two hundred thousand meters, its growth halted, but its body began to tremble violently.

The serpent writhed as if struggling against an internal force, its spine arching and twisting.

Suddenly, its back protruded as if the very bones were shattering and reforming, pushing against its flesh.

“ROOOOOOAAAAARRRRR!” Leviathan roared once more, the sound so immense that space and time around it began to fracture.

Massive cracks appeared in the sky.

Yet no one focused on the ruptures in reality; all attention was riveted on the serpent’s astonishing metamorphosis.

From Leviathan’s back, massive demonic wings burst forth, tearing through scales and muscle with a thunderous impact.

The wings unfurled majestically, each spanning hundreds of thousands of meters, casting colossal shadows over the land below.

They were jagged and torn, like fragments of an apocalyptic storm, radiating a furious blend of crimson fire and ethereal blue light.

The very air sizzled as the wings beat slowly, generating cyclones that swept across the heavens.

The Alter-Ego continued to grow until it finally reached a mind-warping three hundred and fifty thousand meters.

The transformation was over, and the power of the Alter-Ego began to stabilize, settling into a steady, pulsating rhythm that echoed like the heartbeat of the world.

What now dominated the sky was a serpent of unimaginable size and terror.

Its coiled body was etched with glowing runes that pulsed in chaotic patterns, defying comprehension.

Scales as dark as a starless void shimmered with fiery veins, each line a testament to untold power.

The scales themselves seemed to absorb light, giving the creature an abyssal appearance, while the fiery veins pulsed like rivers of molten lava.

Leviathan’s head was crowned with jagged spines, evoking a regal yet fearsome might.

Glowing red eyes burned with ancient wisdom and insatiable malice, piercing through souls with a mere glance.

Its gaping maw, brimming with searing fire, appeared capable of swallowing entire continents.  Leviathan’s massive wings stretched wide, their edges crackling with arcs of energy that bridged the gap between the physical and the ethereal.

The arcane runes along its body pulsated more intensely, each symbol a conduit of unimaginable power.

Its very presence warped space-time, blending divine authority and demonic gluttony into a single, overwhelming force that pressed upon all who beheld it.

All the powers around the Babel Tower gazed at the massive demonic winged serpent, and no one knew what to do.

Those strange words that carried the Depravita Race’s aura had fused with the Scarlet King’s Alter-Ego, making it much more powerful but also bestowing upon it a far more terrifying aura.

“Should we intervene?” Zero Mint asked, gripping his sword.

“No,” Gabriel replied, his eyes fixed on Leviathan.

“We wait.” Leviathan’s eyes finally turned toward the people below, its gaze lingering for a few seconds on the Thirteen Stars of Doomsday.

The legendary warriors felt a chill run down their spines under the weight of that gaze.

But soon, they became irrelevant as Leviathan’s focus shifted beyond them, piercing through the ceiling of the Babel Tower and settling upon two young children.

Rylanor and Magnus stood together, gazing up at the massive demonic winged serpent in the sky.

Their eyes glowed with awe and wonder.

Despite its ferocious appearance and malevolent power, the children felt no fear, as if they instinctively knew it would never harm them.

As Leviathan gazed at the children, a smile began to form on its fearsome visage-something truly astonishing given the creature’s ferocious appearance.

The edges of its colossal mouth curved upward slightly, and the fierce intensity in its eyes softened.

Then, in an instant, Leviathan began to shrink at a shocking speed.

Its massive form contracted, folding in upon itself like a collapsing star.

The towering serpent diminished to the size of a mere man, the dark scales receding to reveal human skin.

Finally, the transformation ceased, leaving behind a young man hovering in the air.

The young man was extremely handsome with short white hair.

His eyes did not have a fixed color; instead, they contained a nebula within them-a swirling expanse of cosmic dust.

On his forehead was a third eye that glowed softly, harmonizing with space and time to a shocking degree.  The natural energy of the world and cosmic forces that flooded the stars beyond the cosmic wall resonated with his flesh, flowing through his body and granting him an overwhelming amount of power.  The young man’s smile widened as he beheld the two children below.

His eyes shone with warmth and affection.

Unable to contain his joy, he burst into laughter.

“Hahahahahaha!” Along with that laughter came an explosion of his bloodline force that manifested as a massive dark sun around his figure.

The radiant sphere enveloped him, its light eclipsing the very sun and casting the world below into a twilight glow.

Awe, wonder, and reverence appeared in the eyes of the people of the six Sacred Races of Aether as they gazed at the man in the sky who was able to eclipse the sun and become the center of the heavens.

Rylanor and Magnus could not help but move forward, stepping away from the protective embrace of their mothers as they gazed upward.

“That is…” Rylanor began, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Our father,” Magnus finished.