The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1286: Dragon and saintess vs Archangel (I) Chapter 1286: Dragon and saintess vs Archangel (I) The Demon King’s eyes burned with rage and killing intent.

“You insignificant ant who barely managed to reach the third realm.

You think this borrowed power will be enough to protect you from my wrath!” His voice echoed through the massive hall, each word dripping with contempt.

The soul force emerging from the Demon King only grew stronger as his rage and hatred burst forth, causing space-time itself to fracture under the overwhelming might he was unleashing.

Cain and Meylin were pushed to the other end of the colossal hall, the sheer force of the clash forcing them back.

Neither dared to even approach the epicenter of the confrontation; the shockwaves and destructive energy had generated a death field that neither could hope to endure.

On the other hand, Helios wore a broad smile on his face.

His eyes gleamed with arrogance and triumph as he gazed upon the Demon King.

With pure disdain, he shouted, “Hmph, you might have been a great powerhouse millions of years ago, but your power is severely weakened now.

You are nothing beneath the might of my great Master!” As if answering Helios’ words, the black hand that had formed earlier grew even more potent.

It morphed into millions of shadowy whips that surged forward like serpents, encompassing the soul force of the Demon King.

The whips writhed and twisted, stretching around the demonic throne, seemingly adding a new layer of restriction.

Their dark tendrils wrapped tightly, pulsing with an eerie energy that sought to bind and contain.

The Demon King’s left eye widened as he observed this new development.

He realized how this new restriction was cleverly fettering his power.

Instead of directly sealing his immense soul force and energy-which would have been a gargantuan task-the whips forced his power to stay confined within his body, which itself could not move.  “You disgusting ant!” the Demon King roared, his voice shaking the very foundations of the hall.

“I have seen worlds rise and fall, supernovas wiping out entire solar systems only to be consumed by black holes the next second.

If you think your pathetic power and your Master can take my power, you are wrong!” With that, the Demon King’s power burst forth with overwhelming might.

His aura flared, a vortex of raw energy that pushed against the shadowy whips.

The tendrils trembled and writhed, cracks appearing along their dark surfaces as if they would break at any second under the strain.

The very ground beneath them quaked, and the walls of the hall groaned as if protesting against the sheer force being exerted.

For the first time since he had destroyed his right eye, Helios’s confident smile faltered.

He had not expected the Demon King to be so powerful, even in his supposedly weakened state.

A sense of urgency appeared on his face as he realized he needed to act fast.  The Archangel’s entire body glowed with white flames, and his six majestic wings spread wide.

A strange formation appeared over his left eye as he approached the Demon King’s throne.

It carried a similar power to the shadowy whips, runes, and symbols intertwining in a complex pattern.

It seemed that Helios’s Master had not only given him the tools to restrict the Demon King but also to obtain his power.

Determination etched on his face, Helios moved swiftly toward the throne.

However, before he could reach the Demon King, a sea of violet shards materialized before him.

The shards coalesced, forging a formidable wall between him and the demonic throne.

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Each shard glinted sharply, humming with latent energy.

“You…

whor…?” Helios immediately recognized the source of the wall forged from sword shards.

But before he could even finish his sentence, a whirlpool of fire and lightning descended upon him, forcing the Archangel to pull back abruptly.

The combined elements roared with ferocity, crackling and searing the space where he had stood mere moments before.

Under Helios’s wrathful gaze, Meylin and Cain appeared between him and the Demon King.

The eyes of the duo were fierce and resolute.

“You little maggots,” Helios spat, his voice dripping with contempt.

“Do you even understand who you are facing?

I am the Sun Lord!” Helios’ rage burned hotter as the white flames surrounding his body intensified, and his six wings glowed with overwhelming power and might.

The sheer force of his presence caused the ground to tremble slightly.

A sharp light crossed the eyes of Cain and Meylin as they heard his proclamation.

The title “Sun Lord” raised even more questions in their minds.

However, these uncertainties did not deter them.

They knew that Helios already hated them to the core, and if they allowed him to obtain the Demon King’s power, there was no doubt he would show them no mercy.  Seeing that Cain and Meylin stood resolute, unshaken by his revelation, a cold and nasty smile appeared on Helios’s face.

“Good, very good,” he sneered.

“If you wish for death, I shall grant it.” The Archangel extended his hand, and a spear of solidified white flames materialized in his grasp.

The weapon burned with overwhelming heat, the air around it shimmering from the intensity.

It seemed to evoke the might of the Oniric Truths of the Sun Church.

Cain and Meylin exchanged a quick glance, nodding to each other in silent agreement.

Without hesitation, they unleashed their full power.

Their energies and soul forces burst forth.  No matter their personal feelings toward Helios, they had to admit the man was powerful.

He had already reached the Archangel Realm, a level of power equal to that of Immortal Dragons.

They were certain he had many tricks up his sleeve, and if they didn’t go all out from the start, they might very well die here.

The hall fell into a tense silence, the calm before the storm.

The only sounds were the crackling of flames and the hum of gathered energies.

The atmosphere was charged, and every particle in the air vibrated due to the power being unleashed.