The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1802: Head of the army

Cain and Meylin swiftly rose from their Divine Kingdom, ascending toward the vast landmass that stretched infinitely before them. The journey to the Eternal Kingdom of the Dragon Empress was notoriously long and arduous. However, fortune favored them, as they soon spotted a familiar presence waiting patiently for their arrival.

The Neo-Demon and Depravita showed faint, respectful smiles upon recognizing the towering form of Bahamut, the mighty obsidian dragon, standing proudly before them. Bahamut’s massive, polished black scales shimmered ominously beneath the chaotic skies.

”Welcome, friends,” Bahamut roared cheerfully, his voice powerful enough to shake the surroundings yet warmly welcoming. He raised a claw, holding up a small, intricately crafted ring composed of five vibrant colors, each representing a fundamental force. With a casual gesture, the artifact rapidly expanded, transforming into a majestic spatial portal.

Naturally, the portal wasn’t Bahamut’s own creation but rather a treasure entrusted to him by the Dragon Empress herself. Understanding the need for speed, Cain and Meylin wasted no time and immediately stepped into the portal alongside the obsidian dragon.

In an instant, the trio emerged in an expansive area near Tiamat’s Eternal Kingdom, a realm that typically stood empty, calm, and desolate. Today, however, this usually tranquil land was teeming with activity.

Millions of cultivators had gathered here, their collective aura forming a dense, vibrant sea of power and anticipation. Among these countless cultivators, the majority were Legends. Hundreds among them radiated the profound energies of Void Eclipse Legends, their auras vibrating intensely with the unmistakable resonance of Oniric Truths, clearly indicating they had already begun to grasp and assimilate the deeper rules of the universe.

Cain’s sharp gaze scanned the crowd meticulously, noting that many of these Void Eclipse Legends were close to breaking through into the Prima Deity Rank. Though impressed by their potential, Cain understood clearly that such cultivators would not directly influence the war’s outcome.

A single Archdeity could effortlessly massacre their ranks. Nonetheless, their presence was far from useless. These Legends would be instrumental in holding strategic positions, securing conquered territories, and most importantly, utilizing the chaos of war as a powerful catalyst to push their cultivation toward breakthroughs.

His assessment complete, Cain turned his attention upward. In the vast expanse of the sky floated forty-two imposing figures, each radiating an immense and intimidating aura capable of submerging cities and igniting oceans.

Of these majestic beings, thirty-five were dragons, their massive bodies coiling and uncoiling gracefully amid clouds of energy. The remaining seven entities were equally fascinating: three were humans exuding deep confidence and ancient wisdom; two were winged beings, their blazing feathers marking them as fiery paragons; one was a massive entity formed entirely from shifting, mysterious fog; and the final was an ancient, towering tree whose presence felt timeless, rooted deeply in primordial energies.

Such diversity was uncommon within the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe, yet in the Crimson World, it was perfectly natural—an expected and ordinary sight.

As Cain observed these Prima Deities, their attention simultaneously shifted downward, settling sharply upon the newly arrived Neo-Demon and Depravita duo.

Instantly, these powerful cultivators assessed Cain’s energy, detecting that it had reached the Late Prima Deity Stage. Yet, none appeared particularly impressed. Even the weakest among them was at least a Middle Prima Deity, causing skepticism and outright disdain to flicker openly within several of their gazes.

Some were merely curious, others skeptical, and a few openly irritated at the thought of following the orders of individuals they’d never encountered. Though Cain’s title—the Scarlet King—had spread widely, many believed the tales surrounding him were exaggerated rumors rather than truths.

Upon reaching their position, Bahamut respectfully nodded to Cain and Meylin before joining the ranks of the other Prima Deities. A total of forty-three Prima Deities were now assembled—a truly astonishing military force gathered under the Dragon Empress’s command.

The number alone vastly surpassed what the Divine Calamity had managed during his Omega War. But numbers were only part of the story; these Prima Deities far exceeded their counterparts from the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe in sheer power. Becoming a Prima Deity in the Crimson World was exceptionally difficult. Yet, once achieved, their strength vastly surpassed their peers from other universes, as Oniric Truths held supremacy over Laws, Concepts, and even Pro-Laws.

Cain and Meylin ascended higher, stopping only when they reached the Crystal Wall’s boundary surrounding Tiamat’s Eternal Kingdom. There, suspended in the sky, they calmly awaited further instructions.

They were aware they would serve as the army’s spearhead, tasked with leading the decisive assault against another Eternal Kingdom. Yet, Tiamat had meticulously kept the identity of their target hidden, a necessity due to the pervasive threat of spies. Surprise was essential, as even the slightest tactical error could prolong an Eternal War for millions of years.

Moments after their arrival, a colossal figure began emerging majestically from the Eternal Kingdom. Tiamat herself appeared in her true, awe-inspiring form—a five-headed dragon of unimaginable size and power. Each head resonated profoundly with an Oniric Truth, blending harmoniously into a single cohesive force that effortlessly defied reality’s very rules.

Witnessing Tiamat’s genuine form was utterly breathtaking. Her immense presence dominated the sky, her mere aura suffocating the weaker Legends below and causing even Prima Deities to tremble uncontrollably. Only Cain and Meylin stood resolutely calm, though they too were undeniably awed by the Dragon Empress’s staggering might.

Tiamat’s five heads shifted subtly, her piercing eyes settling momentarily upon Cain. In that brief gaze, a spiritual message entered Cain’s consciousness, clearly outlining every crucial detail required for the Eternal War ahead. Simultaneously, a spatial ring surged directly toward the Neo-Demon, a final act from the Empress before departing.

With one last sweeping glance over her assembled army, Tiamat soared majestically upward, vanishing swiftly into the heavens. Her overwhelming aura quickly receded, becoming imperceptible in mere seconds.

Cain stared silently at the endless sky, releasing a contemplative sigh. He knew clearly that Tiamat had entrusted him with the enormous responsibility of launching the first strike—a task fraught with extreme difficulty and critical consequences.