The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order
Chapter 1818: Running away?

Chapter 1818: Running away?

It took merely a fraction of a second for Cain’s eyes to sharpen, clarity surging within his mind as he quickly assessed the dire predicament before him. There was neither fear nor hesitation; only the cold precision born from a lifetime of battle and survival remained.

Without faltering, the Neo-Demon raised his sword, Sky Devourer, high into the air and swung it decisively toward the newly emerged group of Prima Deities ascending from the Eternal Kingdom of the Lord of Ages.

Those powerful Late-Stage Prima Deities, beings who could normally withstand and overcome nearly any assault, found themselves unexpectedly halted.

Cain’s strike unleashed an immense wave of destructive energy, spreading across the battlefield like an unstoppable tidal wave of ruin. Though powerful, its widespread nature diluted its lethality. Nevertheless, it forced the new reinforcements into defensive postures, urgently casting their strongest protective spells just to resist the fierce bombardment.

Immediately, the eyes of the Prima Deities sharpened with wary caution. They had learned of the demise of the Star Man, their former comrade, at the hands of Cain. They recognized the Neo-Demon’s threat clearly: to underestimate him was to risk not only their lives but even their True Names.

Anticipating a reckless, unstoppable monster who personified sheer destruction, the Prima Deities braced for the inevitable clash, every muscle and fiber of their beings tense with readiness.

Yet what unfolded next defied all expectation, stunning friend and foe alike.

Instead of plunging fearlessly into the enemy ranks as anticipated, Cain did something utterly inconceivable—he turned and appeared to flee from the field of battle.

A wave of disbelief rippled through the battlefield. Never had any Prima Deity envisioned Cain, renowned for his ruthless determination and fearless ferocity, as one who would abandon his comrades and run, especially abandoning Meylin, his trusted partner.

Yet the situation soon turned even stranger. Cain wasn’t simply retreating aimlessly; instead, he altered his trajectory mid-flight and dove straight toward one of the five massive dragon statues positioned strategically around the Lord of Ages’ Eternal Kingdom.

These imposing statues had been continually devouring Origin Power from the Eternal Kingdom for the past six months. With a thunderous impact, Cain struck the head of one statue with a devastating full-powered blow from Sky Devourer, carving open a passageway into its solid form. Without hesitation, he disappeared inside, vanishing completely from sight.

A wave of confusion engulfed both factions. This unexpected maneuver was so inexplicable, so far removed from the logic of battle, that it froze the Prima Deities from both sides in momentary bewilderment.

Suddenly, amid the chaos, a deafening sound erupted across the battlefield.

"ZNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"

In their momentary distraction, the Prima Deities loyal to the Lord of Ages were slow to react. Seizing this golden opportunity, Meylin appeared swiftly among them.

The Depravita’s swords, Hell and Abyss, moved in a blur of calculated lethality, infused fully with her devastating cultivation and her lotus’s insidious energy. Her strikes were precise and swift, creating a cascade of sword energy that burst violently outward like an exploding star.

In mere moments, the energy released shattered enemy formations and inflicted severe wounds upon many of the Late-Stage Prima Deities. The sinister Depravita Aura seeped deeply into their injuries, rapidly consuming their divine energy from within, draining their strength and resolve.

"FIGHT!"

Meylin’s singular command resonated across the battlefield like a rallying cry. Holding her blades with firm resolve, the lotus blooming around her, she immediately rushed toward the strongest adversaries. Her aura, serene yet ruthlessly destructive, surged with each step forward.

Initially overwhelmed by Cain’s baffling actions, the Prima Deities loyal to Tiamat hesitated briefly. However, inspired by Meylin’s fearless leadership and unwavering determination, their confusion quickly transformed into renewed purpose. They didn’t fully understand Cain’s sudden disappearance, but they instinctively trusted the Neo-Demon’s cunning, recalling how his ambush at the beginning of the war led to a massive victory.

Fueled by newfound determination, Tiamat’s forces unleashed their energy explosively, diving aggressively into the chaotic fray. The sky above the Lord of Ages’ Eternal Kingdom swiftly descended into sheer anarchy. Spell energies clashed violently, and cataclysmic destruction spiraled in all directions.

Meylin became the spearhead of this ferocious offensive, single-handedly confronting seven of the most formidable Late-Stage Prima Deities loyal to the Lord of Ages. These beings, though already immensely powerful, amplified their strength further by activating the strange celestial constellations engraved on their foreheads.

Resolute, Meylin’s movements remained precise, her aura steady, her eyes reflecting nothing but serene lethality.

A spear thrust toward her heart, and with graceful precision, Meylin deftly parried the attack, retaliating instantly with a crescent-shaped surge of potent sword energy. The attack slashed deeply into her opponent’s chest, causing him to cough violently, spattering blood. A faint smile briefly crossed her lips, but she had no time to relish this small victory.

Suddenly, one Prima Deity—a massive, monstrous entity resembling a tentacled nightmare—descended upon Meylin, its immense body casting a shadow across the battlefield. Its countless tentacles lashed downward simultaneously, intending to crush her utterly.

Instinctively, the lotus around Meylin swiftly contracted, forming a protective barrier. Despite successfully blocking the lethal assault, the impact slammed her forcefully into the ground, carving out a crater where she landed.

The monstrous Deity’s grotesque face twisted into a cruel, triumphant grin, certain that it had subdued the formidable Depravita. However, this satisfaction was short-lived. A tornado of sword arcs erupted violently from beneath its bulk, severing numerous tentacles instantly.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

The creature howled in agonizing pain, thrashing wildly as dark blood sprayed uncontrollably. Amidst the showering gore, Meylin rose with a cold and merciless expression, charging again toward the monster to finish it off decisively.

Yet, before she could deliver the final blow, the remaining Prima Deities swiftly intervened, attacking simultaneously from multiple angles. Forced to pivot mid-charge, Meylin redirected her momentum to evade and counter, her flawless grace disguising the tremendous strain she was enduring.

Facing seven elite adversaries simultaneously stretched even Meylin’s prodigious strength and skill to their absolute limits. Her jaw tightened momentarily, emotion surging, yet swiftly tempered by inner peace and calm focus. In this chaos, her serene determination became her greatest weapon.

With blades poised and lotus radiant, Meylin continued fighting fiercely, each clash shaping the battlefield.

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