The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1714

Chapter 1714: Azurel, End-Bringer of Light
The moment the words Liberación Total emerged from Zoro’s lips, every Prima Deity—regardless of their allegiance—halted in awe, turning instantly toward him.

Up to this critical juncture of the Omega War, not one member of the triumvirate from either Divine Calamity Heaven or Divine Sea Heaven had unleashed their ultimate forms. Even in battles of the utmost severity, they had withheld their most devastating powers. This instance marked a significant turning point, signaling the beginning of an unprecedented new phase in the Omega War.

Zoro’s Liberación Total was the embodiment of divine terror itself—a force of preternatural chaos and insatiable ambition. It was as though an entity beyond comprehension had descended from a realm of nightmares, a shadow deity whose presence transcended earthly limits.

Zoro’s colossal form towered far above normal mountains and pierced through thick banks of mist. His torso, enormous and chiseled from obsidian, was that of an ancient titan sculpted by hands older than time itself. The sheer immensity and musculature of his physique seemed to distort the fabric of reality around him, pulling space itself inward, creating ripples and distortions visible even to ordinary eyes.

Below the waist, Zoro’s physical form dissolved seamlessly into writhing, ethereal smoke—an indication that he no longer remained tethered entirely to the terrestrial plane, shifting continually between dimensions, untouched by mortal constraints.

Emerging from his spine, sides, and back were countless shadowy appendages, each fully formed and uniquely equipped. Some ended in monstrous claws capable of cleaving mountains; others in fists that could crush cities effortlessly. Still others grasped shattered fragments of ancient temples, ruined towers, mystical weapons, or even captured souls, symbolizing his dominion over the physical and spiritual realms.

These arms did not move chaotically or randomly; rather, they operated with distinct individual purpose, each possessed of a separate will, acting independently yet coordinated like a legion of darkness obeying a singular, dreadful purpose.

Their reach spanned enormous distances, suggesting an unfathomable range—one powerful enough to seemingly snatch stars from the heavens themselves if Zoro so desired. His face remained hidden behind a chaotic veil of writhing shadows, thick, wild hair, and curved horns, obscured just enough that merely looking upon him threatened one’s grasp of reality and identity.

Around him, the skies visibly darkened, transforming clouds into ink-like masses swirling ominously. Winds that previously howled with battle fury now fell utterly silent under the crushing pressure of his monumental existence.

Zoro’s aura was so potent that it physically compressed and warped the atmosphere around him.

“Andhaka, Architect of Grasping Ends!” Zoro’s voice echoed thunderously, reverberating across the sky with such force that it shook the battlefield and instilled palpable dread into the hearts of all who heard it.

Across from him stood Michael, the white stag Deus Behemoth. He observed Zoro’s awe-inspiring transformation calmly, quietly acknowledging the inevitable escalation. With a resigned sigh, he spoke in a clear, resonant voice, summoning his own ultimate strength.

“Liberación Total.”

Instantly, Michael’s presence erupted as his body, Soul Bloodline, and Alter-Ego unified into a singular, overwhelming force. From the heavens above, a blinding beam of divine light descended, engulfing him and heralding his transformation.

Michael’s Liberación Total was that of a celestial harbinger, not of salvation, but annihilation. His towering form radiated terrible beauty, an immaculate judge whose sole purpose was to cleanse existence through absolute purity and finality.

His appearance was slender and towering, formed from gleaming, ghostly-white armor, reminiscent of crystallized divine flames. Sharp, radiant protrusions emerged from his shoulders, limbs, and chest, resembling skeletal armor, with a hollow ribcage where a heart would normally reside—a symbol of his transcendence beyond mortal existence.

Stretching out dramatically behind Michael were enormous ethereal wings, blades of radiant energy raggedly trailing fragments of sparkling divine particles. These wings hovered motionless, altering gravity and reality merely by existing. From his spine extended twin luminous tails, whip-like, infinitely destructive, capable of leveling entire mountain ranges in a single sweep.

His face remained shadowed yet illuminated by an intense purity, skeletal yet marked by divine insignias. Behind his head rotated a halo of purest white—an orbiting celestial object symbolizing the end of all things.

Michael’s presence unleashed waves of radiant entropy, dissolving matter, distorting time itself, and causing the earth beneath him to splinter and rise in jagged fragments, as though reality itself resisted the overwhelming might he embodied.

“Azurel, End-Bringer of Light,” Michael declared, his voice resonating with divine solemnity. The power exuded by Michael matched Zoro’s terrifying presence equally, their dual auras intertwining, distorting the sky and challenging the very laws of existence.

For an instant, they regarded each other silently, respect mingling with unrestrained hostility. Without further hesitation, they lunged toward one another, initiating a cataclysmic clash.

Their collision was unimaginable in its intensity—a cosmic upheaval so violent it fractured the fabric of reality itself, sending shockwaves of devastating power in every conceivable direction.

Space rippled and tore visibly, cracks spider-webbing across the sky. The sheer impact generated surging waves of force, powerful enough to obliterate entire landscapes instantly and drive even divine beings back in stunned awe.

Cain, concealed beneath his Jarkal disguise, could only clench his fists tightly, staring at this apocalyptic battle unfolding before him. Despite his extensive enhancements, improvements, and newfound confidence, witnessing Zoro and Michael’s true peak powers brought clarity to just how vast the chasm separating them was.

“Had I fought head-on without meticulous preparation, I would have likely perished,” Cain silently admitted to himself. Yet, rather than despair, this realization ignited a fierce determination within him. With eyes glowing ominously and driven by relentless resolve, Cain summoned the full might of the Scarlet Throne and roared with burning intent.

“Liberación Total!”

Instantly, he transformed into a colossal tree of raging flames intertwined with shadows, marking his entry into this godlike confrontation.

Martin, driven mad by obsession, followed immediately. “Liberación Total!” he cried fiercely, merging fully with his Alter-Ego in a terrifying spectacle of raw aggression and power.

Their transformations triggered a chain reaction; soon, every combatant unleashed their ultimate forms, each manifesting their peak potential. The Twin Dragons Mountain Range became an epicenter of unprecedented devastation, a battlefield where titanic beings clashed, shaking the foundations of existence itself.