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Chapter 1774: Trapped
The Dragon Empress Tiamat noticed the hesitation in the Lord of the Void’s gaze, and a small, calculating smile curled across her lips. "If you wish," she spoke with a regal, melodic tone, "we could speak business in your kingdom as you make your decision. Once we are finished, we can return to the chaos beyond the realm and determine the fate of your man. After all, if he is so pathetic that he cannot endure the length of a simple conversation, is he even worthy of holding a Divine Kingdom?"
The Lord of the Void’s eyes narrowed, and meaningful light flickered within their depths. Tiamat’s words were masterfully calculated—allowing the Lord of the Void to save face while giving Cain the perfect opportunity to crush the Sun Lord. It was a shrewd, tactical move, one that revealed Tiamat’s true nature: an empress not only of power but of wisdom and ruthless cunning.
But then, a subtle shift crossed her face. Her smile widened—losing its warmth—and in its place emerged a chilling, brutal intensity, as if her presence alone could drown the cosmos in endless slaughter. Her words followed like a blade to the throat. "Of course... if you refuse, we can always fight to the death here and now."
A collective silence fell across the chaos beyond the Second Realm. Countless gazes locked onto this exchange, even distant ArchDeities who rarely meddled in such affairs paused to watch with intrigue.
Tiamat’s words—sharp, decisive, and merciless—echoed through the void. She had demonstrated the finesse of a diplomat, the strategy of a grandmaster, and the cold-hearted will of an apex predator. Even those who had doubted her could not help but nod in respect, acknowledging her as a true powerhouse worthy of her title.
The Lord of the Void’s eyes remained fixed on Tiamat for a long, tense moment. Then, with a faint nod, his gargantuan incarnation melted back into a swirling sea of soul force, retreating toward the distant glow of his Divine Kingdom. "You are welcome in my domain, Dragon Empress."
Tiamat’s smile softened—becoming more natural, almost warm—and she offered a final glance toward Cain before turning gracefully and entering the Lord of the Void’s kingdom.
The other Prima Deities, seeing their master withdraw, exchanged glances with the Sun Lord—then, without a word, turned and fled, vanishing into the swirling chaos. Not a single one was willing to risk their lives or draw the ire of the Dragon Empress for the sake of the Sun Lord.
Shock gripped the Sun Lord’s soul as he watched them retreat, leaving him utterly alone in the face of the Neo-Demon. Rage boiled in his chest, surging like a solar storm threatening to erupt. "You damn bastards!" he roared in fury, his voice shaking the very walls of his Divine Kingdom. His eyes burned with searing hatred. "Just you wait! I will make all of you pay!"
As the fury reached its peak, the curse of the Demon King ignited within him, setting his soul ablaze. Agonizing pain lanced through him.
"THIRD GEAR!" "THUMP!"
The sound of a colossal heartbeat thundered across the battlefield, a pulse of pure, destructive energy that rippled through the chaos like a cataclysmic storm.
The Sun Lord barely had time to react before Cain blurred forward, his wings ablaze with crimson fire, his smile wide and feral as if he relished every second of the carnage. Sky Devourer gleamed with destructive power, an embodiment of ruin itself.
By the time the Sun Lord could raise his spear in a desperate defense, it was already too late.
Sky Devourer fell upon him like a world-shattering meteor. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the fabric of the Divine Kingdom, and cracks exploded across the Sun Lord’s golden arms as he struggled to block the blow.
Cain’s smile twisted into something even more brutal as he spoke two words with lethal clarity.
"Apocalyptic Blast."
A blinding surge of condensed Neo-Demon Aura flowed through Sky Devourer, unleashing a colossal explosion that engulfed the Sun Lord. The blast’s force hurled the mighty figure downward, sending him crashing into the core of his own Divine Kingdom like a meteorite striking a planet’s surface.
"BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!"
The entire Divine Kingdom trembled, its foundations fracturing and shattering as the Sun Lord’s form smashed into the ground, leaving a crater thousands of kilometers deep.
Cain showed no mercy. His eyes burned with cold resolve as he prepared for the finishing blow. However, just as he was about to dive into the crater, the entire Divine Kingdom began to convulse violently. Massive cracks erupted across the land, and titanic canyons opened as the very fabric of the realm strained under an unseen force.
Cain’s eyes narrowed. The golden light of The Flow glowed within them. He instantly detected a hidden network of energy converging toward the crater, a formation that had lain dormant until now. All the beings within the Divine Kingdom—living or dead—suddenly disintegrated into streams of Origin Power, their forms dissolving as if they were nothing more than fuel.
The broken buildings and shattered constructs of the Divine Kingdom rose, flashing toward Cain at the speed of light. In the blink of an eye, a colossal cocoon of golden energy, covered in celestial symbols and flaming eyes, formed around him—trapping him within a seal of immense power.
Cain struck outward with Sky Devourer, but to his surprise, the blade failed to shatter the prison. A grim expression crossed his face as he felt the suppressive force of the Oniric Truth of Dominion flood every fiber of his being, pressing down with suffocating weight.
As Cain struggled against the oppressive seal, the Sun Lord rose from the crater, his body now a towering colossus that spanned nearly twenty million meters in height.
"ARGHHHHHH!"
The Sun Lord’s guttural roar tore through the realm, his rage erupting in waves of superheated energy that could incinerate anyone below the Third Realm. His massive, moon-sized face twisted into a cruel, twisted grin as he raised his hand, conjuring a sphere of heat so intense it burned brighter than a supernova.
With a snarl of hatred, he hurled it downward toward Cain, the sheer mass and power behind it transforming it into a descending sun of apocalyptic destruction. From Cain’s perspective, it was as if the sky itself was crashing down upon him.
And yet, in that moment, as the flames surged and death loomed, there was no fear in Cain’s gaze. Instead, there was only a calculating glint in his eyes—sharp, cold, and unyielding.