Chapter 1740: Cain’s plan
Chapter 1740: Cain’s plan
Meylin’s eyes were cold, filled with a sharp, unwavering killing intent as she gazed up at the colossal stronghold that loomed at the heart of the Bloodmar Continent. It was an impenetrable fortress built atop a mountain so massive it stretched across tens of thousands of kilometers, its peaks clawing into the heavens like the talons of some ancient god.
Under her leadership, the Scarlet Crusade had seized control of the entire periphery of the continent. Yet none of their victories would matter if they failed in the most crucial task: planting the Dark Root in the very heart of Bloodmar. Without that, the unification of the Crimson World would remain incomplete.
The sharp, flapping sound of turbulent winds echoed through the high-altitude battlefield. Meylin turned just in time to see a titanic dragon descend beside her.
His body was forged of elemental fury—earth, lightning, wrath, and pride melded into a singular, awe-inspiring form that radiated the presence of a living cataclysm. His wings alone could cover entire mountain ranges, and his scales shimmered with ancient power.
There was no mistaking this creature. This was Bahamut, the leader of the Tiamat Sect, an entity born of unmatched resolve.
Before Cain had departed from the Crimson World, Bahamut had already reached the Peak of the Immortal Dragon Path and stood tall at the summit of the Void Eclipse Level System. Yet despite having reached the peak of the Soul Realm, he was still able to grow stronger.
By devouring millions of powerful enemies during the course of the crusade, Bahamut had refined his body, soul, and talent to an even greater height—evolving in a way only monsters of ancient legend could.
The massive dragon turned toward Meylin and spoke in a deep, solemn tone.
“My lady, you’ve done an extraordinary job guiding the Crusade,” he rumbled. “Better than I could have, even with all my millennia of experience. But something needs to change.”
There was sincere respect and admiration in his voice. Meylin was more than just Cain’s chosen partner; she was a powerhouse in her own right—the most powerful warrior in the Scarlet Crusade. A master diplomat who had swayed entire continents through the sheer force of her will, she had earned her place not by favor, but by unrelenting power and intellect.
And yet, even her strength and cunning had proven insufficient in the face of the challenge they now faced. The current battle had stagnated into a brutal war of attrition.